The Mongolians' reaction was much slower than Wang Yi predicted.

Because it is a coalition of tribes and has many political power, no one wants their tribe warriors to die inexplicably. The grassland is a world where the strong prey on the weak. If any tribe lacks warriors, they will definitely not be able to survive. Originally, these tribes of Korqin and Chahar were not in the face of high dividends. They gathered together because of Wang Yi's trouble. Although the manpower was not lost much, their morale was facing collapse.

Everyone also doubted the commanding ability of Daisendari. Some wanted to turn around, and some wanted to seize the commanding power of this team, but they all ignored an important issue: this place is still a mountainous area in the heart of the Ming Dynasty. Once both ends are intercepted, the team will have no chance to escape.

Wang Yi led the soldiers of this bureau to Zhaojiayu overnight, which scared the villagers almost over the wall and fled. They had just transformed from the Shunmin of the Qing Dynasty back to the Ming people, and they were not held accountable for losing the hair given by their ancestors, and they felt quite like they were escaping from death. Now the county magistrate of Tang County is still the earliest Ming officials. They surrendered to the Qing Dynasty and returned to the Ming Dynasty, and only wanted to go home and be a rich man, so they did not intend to build a credibility of the government.

Wang Yi could tell at a glance that the old tears in front of him were pretending to be pitiful. He seemed as weak as a cattail, but in fact he was as stubborn as a stone in a pit. If he were in the refugee army back then, such a person would be beheaded directly, and then he would choose someone with the same surname but belong to the other branch here to take care of. However, there is another system in the Eastern Palace Army now. The crime of killing the people without permission is to directly expel the army and hand it over to the local area for murder.

"Don't want your family's food. The Mongolian Tartars are not far away. If you want to avoid the family being destroyed, you can do some labor to help build fortifications. The government will pay wages in the future." Wang Yi did not intend to persuade him more. He was short of time. If the people in Zhaojiayu were not aware of the current affairs, he would lead his troops to retreat to the next ambush point. Geographically, it is easier to defend and difficult to attack.

——God makes evil, I will take you; if you do evil yourself, don’t blame my brother for not saving me when I see you.

Wang Yi stared at the trembling patriarch coldly and said coldly: "Hurry up. If not, we will leave. You guys go and talk to the Mongolian Tatars yourself."

The head of the Zhao family was a man who had experienced great storms. When Dashun came, the Ming army said that there was no grass left where these bandits passed; later when Daqing came, the Shun army also said that these barbarians would kill people when they saw them. People in troubled times were not as good as peaceful dogs. They were already living a worried life, so why bother involved? What does this world have to do with us and other grass people?

Originally, the patriarch was considering how many points he could get Wang Yi to leave. Now, seeing that Wang Yi was not at all patient, so he naturally didn't want him to stay.

"Mr. Jun! Sir! The village is full of old, weak, women and children, so how can we have a human power!" cried the patriarch.

Wang Yi looked at him coldly, turned around and said, "Stand up! Let's go!"

The soldiers who were originally sitting on the ground stood up and turned east amid the slogans.

Zhang Li caught up with Wang Yi: "Master Bai, don't care about them?"

"We go down to Tanghe to set up defenses. The villages along the way are promptly warned, and it depends on them whether they are going to leave." Wang Yi himself grew up in the refugee team with his father since he was a child. He has seen many tragedies of family destruction and has long been numb. In his opinion, people without vision deserve to die in troubled times and are not worthy of pity.

Zhang Li was silent and watched the order convey, and the troops left Zhao Jiayu behind without stopping.

The Tang River originated from Hengshan. It was west of Tang County. Wang Yi could not cross the river, otherwise the Mongols could go south along the river. When looking for a ferry, the infantry would definitely not catch up. So he decided to fight back and use the existing ditches to temporarily dig a ravine to block the enemy.

These are all places he had seen in person when he was invading the army before. He had already had a case where he started. Moreover, it was closer to Tang County. It would soon be able to obtain the manpower and material support from Tang County. Tang County has not been purged yet, and many people are counting on the opportunity to make meritorious service while they spared no effort at this time.

The villages near Tanghe also provided some support, mainly hot water and hot rice, which allowed the soldiers to rest a little.

"The Mongolians dare not chase us on this mountain road at night." Wang Yi pulled a long grass and bit it in his mouth, stimulating his tongue with a subtle tooth saw on it.

"If they set out at dawn, they will be here for up to a quarter of an hour." Zhang Li said worriedly.

"You can still fight." Wang Yi said with great certainty: "It is not that easy for them to get over the horse pit, trenches, and chest walls. Unfortunately, there is no gunpowder, otherwise they will be even more miserable if they become mines."

Zhang Li really wanted to remind the military chief that the three reliances he mentioned were still only one prototype, and it is still unknown whether it will be completed in time tomorrow.

Fortunately, the Mongolians cooperated.

When the Mongolian Tatars team crossed the border like locusts and massacred Zhaojiayu, they did not go south immediately. Instead, they rested on the spot, and there was a dispute over the uneven distribution of spoils. This was also because they saw that the news of going deep into the enemy's backbone had leaked, and the future was still unclear, so those who could get it first got it. In the eyes of the Mongolians, even a pot of iron is an amazing treasure. In their eyes, this barren mountain village is already rich.

Before the fortification was built, Wang Yi was worried that the Mongols would come too early. After the chest wall was up, he was worried that the Mongols would retreat to Maguan. After lunch, the detectives heard the news that the Mongolians had slaughtered Zhaojiayu and were attacking the defense zone.

The remaining people of Zhaojiayu were driven away by the Mongols as animals. They can be used to rush to the gate when siege the city, wasting the arrows of the defenders, and attack the morale of the defenders. During the field battle, they can also be used to disrupt the Ming army formation.

Later generations had a proper noun to describe these people: cannon fodder.

This habitual decision was another miscalculation of the Mongolian Tatars. Where can the people compare with the war horses? It is even more impossible to walk faster than the Ming army. When the people who were crying and wailing all the way finally arrived in front of Wang Yi's formation, it was already past noon.

"Prepare to get in the fight!" Wang Yi stood in front of the formation and shouted loudly: "The archer cums in thirty steps!"

Wang Yi's game is a Yuanyang Formation, and the long-range firepower is extremely lacking, but fortunately, the battle between cold weapons is not unfamiliar to them. Even the new recruits who were replenished, after rigorous three months of training, they did not seem timid in the battle under the leadership of the veteran.

The Mongols were not good at arrays and attacking each other. They were good at moving formations, separated the frontal troops by pretending to defeat, luring the enemy into breaking through, and then encircled and annihilated them. Now facing the Ming army who was waiting for the array, it was like encountering a turtle hunching its head, and it felt like it was not at the bottom of the mouth.

Daisendari stood in front of the formation and looked at it, saying, "Call the formation. Pull the barbarians into front of the formation and behead them."

This is a normal tactic, and there is no way to pick on the Mongolian nobles who are eyeing military power.

As the heads fell to the ground, there was no fluctuation in front of the Ming army.

The excessive tranquility suddenly made Daisendari feel fear, as if facing the most vicious wolf pack on the grassland.

"Kill!" Daisendari roared and exasperated himself.

Behind the chest wall, a row of Ming soldiers appeared on their heads and looked at the Meng Taks rushing through the hole.

If the Mongolian Tatars' fighting method is divided according to the Thai-Si method, it should be mainly light cavalry. They like to decide the outcome with the enemy on the horse. When siege or attacking fortifications, it is inconvenient to ride a horse. They will also dismount with their bow and shoot with a strong bow, and then rush over with a scimitar.

After the Mongolian Tatars shot the first round of arrows, the cavalry rushing in front were about to cross the newly dug trench. Until they entered the range, the Ming army poked their heads out, leaned back in one go, and threw out a bottle of porcelain bottles filled with hot tinder oil.

One third of these turbulent oil bottles are water, one third is oil, and one third is empty. A tampon is stuffed from the mouth of the bottle and sealed with wax. When used, ignite the tampon and throw it out. After the bottle is broken, the tampon will be ignited by the tampon. Because of the presence of water, the fire will spread rapidly with the water.

Especially this fierce ignition oil will not be extinguished by water. Once it is touched, life is worse than death.

The fierce turbulent oil bottles that Wang Yi brought last night were almost exhausted, but with the support of Tang County behind it, it was still possible to fight this battle.

As the fire rose, shrill screams also sounded.

The war horses could not escape the animal instincts after all. They were frightened by the sudden fire and turned around and refused to rush forward. The Mongolian Tartar formation was in chaos. (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!