Chapter 27: Fire Wasteland (5)

The fire became more and more fierce, and the Mongolian barracks were like daytime, and some soldiers were covered in the collapsed tent before they woke up.

There are also some who cannot find their commanders even if they escaped, and they cannot organize a normal counterattack. Instead, they are shot down by rockets flying from the darkness from time to time.

This Mongolians were ordered to cut off the Ming army's retreat route and did not even need to participate in the siege. In order not to let the Ming army notice their existence, the Mongolian generals did not even send a scout warning screen.

Until just now, they thought the Ming army was still in the valley, and they set up camps and waited leisurely for the Ming army to escape. Unexpectedly, the Ming army, which had become a dead body in their eyes, actually used a retaliation at this time.

After a while, the rockets finally fell apart. Several centurions and thousands of commanders in the battalion stopped soldiers who were running around like blind-headed flies. Gradually, several hundred-man teams were organized, and these Mongolian soldiers began to shoot arrows to the place where the fireflies were flying in the dark.

But such sparse arrows cannot play a blocking role at all.

Outside the gate of the camp, dozens of Jurchen cavalry suddenly rushed out of the darkness. Each of them waved the lasso in their hands and threw them towards the gate together. These were all masters of horse traps among the Jurchens. Dozens of ropes were all lost, all of them were placed on the camp gate.

There was a whistle in the distance, and before the Mongolians who had been reflected had fired arrows, dozens of people urged their horses to turn back and run quickly into the darkness. The ropes on the ground decreased rapidly, and dozens of ropes were stretched straight almost at the same time.

"Kala..." The pulling forces of dozens of horses gathered together, and the camp gate fell down with a bang.

The Mongolians next to the camp gate stared at the darkness in a daze through the smoke and dust rising from the ground.

After a moment, the Mongols' natural combat instincts allowed soldiers from different units to quickly gather around the nearest centurion. After finding the combat target, Mongols from other places also gathered in the camp gate.

A thousand-man commander came here and issued various orders loudly. Nearly a thousand people quickly formed a formation in front of the camp gate under his organization. Rows of rifles flashed in the fire with cold light, waiting for the cavalry that was whirlwind from the darkness.

Time flies away bit by bit, but no thousands of troops come to attack in the darkness, and no rockets shoot in. The enemy's attacks seem to have stopped. There is no other sound in the entire camp except for various commands.

Two teams of 1,000 people had already been assembled before the camp gate. The heat burning of the camp made the Mongolian soldiers feel feverish on their faces, and everyone looked at each other. Could it be that the enemy just harassed and retreated?

Just when the Mongolians were at a loss, there was a loud "boom" on the other side of the camp gate, shocking the earth. Thousands of Mongolians subconsciously turned around at the same time, and a fog of smoke rose into the air.

What exactly happened is a question in the minds of all Mongolians.

Taking advantage of the chaos in the Mongolian camp, the Ming army quietly piled up two hundred thunders to ignite them under the fence on the other side of the camp gate.

Since the Ming army invented the Sky-Shaking Thunder, they have never tried to use it so much. The huge roar has caused some Ming army, which is inexperienced and not far away, to be lifted off the horse by war horses. The smoke dissipates, and the fences have been destroyed in the fire.

Qu Qing raised his sword and shouted: "The men in Liaodong follow me."

As he said that, Qu Qing took the lead, and four thousand households led their own troops and horses to follow him, blew across the fence like a whirlwind and rushed into the camp.

At this time, a small half of the Mongolians in the military camp set up formations at the gate of the camp to wait for the enemy, and most of them were still not organized in panic. A loud sound just now added a bit of fear to the chaotic scene.

The Ming cavalry with black flags and black armor suddenly emerged from the smoke, like ghosts fighting out of the darkness. Even if they were warlike like Mongolian soldiers attacking, burning, and Giant Song under the three pressures of the three levels of pressure, they were on the verge of collapse.

At this time, the Ming cavalry attacked the camp, which was the last straw that crushed the camel's land.

The war spirit that once supported the Mongols to sweep the world. It was consumed by the step-by-step retreat that was expelled from the Central Plains by the Han people. The Mongolian warriors who hurriedly picked up weapons and half-dressed armor are now only left to be slaughtered.

Everything in the camp was illuminated by the fire as daylight. The cavalry of the Central Guard of Chenyang held torches in one hand and held weapons in the other. When they saw the camp tent that had not been lit, they threw the torches on it; when they saw the creatures still moving, they called them with a bow and arrow.

Qu Qing rushed in front, and had already cut at least three officers over 100 households with sabres in his hand. He led the guards of the central camp to attack the Mongolian central army tent.

The Mongolian Central Army fought a huge sheepskin tent. A thick flagpole was erected outside the door, and a large central army flag representing the Mongolian army's soul was fluttered on it.

A soldier of a thousand-person team was assembled around the banner. Only about half of the people found the horse and rode on it. A general in the center rode under the command of the horse to meet the enemy.

Suddenly a team of cavalry surged out from behind the tent, black-clad black armor, like the god of death that broke out from hell.

Qu Qing led the five hundred of the most powerful guards to rush towards the Mongolians under the banner like a whirlwind.

The Mongolian general knew that he could only wipe out his entire army while waiting for death. He plucked up Yu Yong and shouted at the cavalry beside him and rushed out of the square formation, colliding with Qu Qing's army.

When the cavalry is released, the fastest horse wins. This is the only rule on the battlefield. The guards, who have already raised the highest speed, swept down the Mongolian cavalry at the end of the road like a strong wind and fallen leaves. Qu Qing cut over the Mongolian generals who were released against him in just one encounter.

The main general was killed. The Mongols' last square formation that they stood firm completely collapsed and turned over and ran towards the camp gate. What awaited them were rows of feather arrows shot from the darkness.

The cavalrymen from the Central Guard of Chenyang entered through the back door and walked past the front door, and stopped paying attention to the Mongolians who were still struggling in the camp.

After the cavalry rushed out of the camp, they merged into the darkness and formed again, inserted the saber covered in blood, drew out the bow and arrow, and shot any Jurchens who rushed out of the camp.

Massacre, a complete massacre, trapped in the camp will be burned to death by fire, and those who rushed out of the camp will become hedgehogs. The Mongolian soldiers who lost their courage will be allowed to be scorched in the camp, and their dying screams echoed in the night sky, responding to the north wind coming from afar.

Even the soldiers who have experienced a lot of battle were moved by it.

Many years later, there was no one within a radius of 100 miles. Every time it rained, there were miserable screams by the Tuhe River. The old people said that the burned ghosts were too hot and came out to get wet in the rain.

The fire burned all night and it was only after a heavy rain was poured down in the early morning that it gradually faded.

The cavalry of the Liaodong Army slowly walked into the camp. This place had turned into a Shura hell. The charred corpses were still emitting blue smoke. The miserable situation made several new recruits who had just joined the army vomit violently.

In the open space in front of the central army's tent, hundreds of surviving Mongolian soldiers were squeezed together and trembling with survivors poured through the heavy rain. Some of them were obviously crazy and looked at the Ming soldiers passing by them with a smirk.

These are not those once powerful Mongolian warriors, but just a group of bodies that have lost their souls.

After a night of battle, a whole Mongolian team of ten thousand people was slaughtered. In the history of Mongolia's rise, no Mongolian team of ten thousand people was completely wiped out, and even Xu Da had no record when he drove out the Tartars and swept North China.

After this battle, the Shenyang Central Guard was enough to enter the ranks of the elite Liaodong Army.

Zhu Zhi rode his horse in the ruins, trying his best to suppress the feeling of vomiting. Even after experiencing the bloody battle in the capital, he still couldn't stop the disgust of this feeling and scene in his heart.

A Mongolian soldier looked at him foolishly. He was not a soldier. He was obviously just a child, but his soul ended in such a cruel scene.

The Mongolian prisoner was escorted out of the door by the soldiers. The child sat in the muddy rain like dementia, leaving the Ming army's knife to press his back and forth indifferently.

The Ming army seemed a little impatient, and suddenly raised the knife, Zhu Zhi shouted: "Stop!" It was too late, cold light flashed, blood gushed, and his head rolled to the ground.

There was nothing to clean up in the ruins. The Ming army cleaned up a little and moved the army to a place downstream of the Tuhe River. The soldiers fought all night and were already exhausted and fell down.

Zhu Zhi stayed alone in the tent, dazed in a daze, and the Mongolian child's blank eyes were deeply engraved in his mind.

He finally understood why so many soldiers who have been on the battlefield have psychological problems after retirement. It is impossible for anyone to fight in such Shura hell for a long time.

At dawn on the second day, the Guangning Central Guard, who had rushed to pick him up, finally appeared on the horizon in the northwest direction, and thousands of troops rolled in.

It was not until then that Qu Qing put down the big stone in his heart, and a big yellow flag with four big red characters written by "Guanning Iron Cavalry". The general led by the banner was Chu Zhi, the commander.

Chu Zhi got out of the horse and quickly walked to Zhu Zhi and saluted, "Your Highness, Zhi is late, please ask Your Highness to punish him."

Zhu Zhi smiled faintly and patted Chu Zhi on the shoulder: "I'm hurriedly transferring you up, why are you guilty? I'll be exhausted all the way, come and go to the camp to rest."

All the generals surrounded Zhu Zhi and sat in the central army's tent. Qu Qing stood up first and said, "Your Highness, General Chu is here. Please give up the position of General Chu to General Chu.

"In order to solve the problem of disagreement among the guards, the rules in the Liaodong Army are that unless there are special arrangements, the upper-class guard general commands the lower-class guards according to their ranks.

Zhu Zhi nodded and said, "No need. This time, Zhengxin performed well and commanded properly. He just won such a big victory. It's better to continue to be the chief general. Mingrui has no objection to this arrangement."

Chu Zhi stood up and bowed respectfully, and saluted Qu Qing again: "The last general should listen to the general's order."
Chapter completed!