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Chapter 627 Fire Horse Formation

Master Yesen, who had devoted all his attention to the front battlefield, finally learned the news of Bayan Temur's defeat. His face was full of disbelief: "Five thousand elite troops were slaughtered so quickly?"

How can it be!

These are the elite soldiers of the grassland, each of them equipped with armor!

"It's a sorcery, the Hu people cast a sorcery!"

Yesen hurriedly asked, "What about Shaman Bayantu and Master Sangjie? Didn't they take action? Could it be that even the two of them couldn't counter the Hu people's magic?"

"The two masters are still fighting with the demons, but the enemy still has some strength left."

“There is still room for improvement.”

Contrary to his usual behavior, Yesen did not get furious, because he knew that the elite troops he sent to Bayan Temur were all his trusted confidants. They were nominally under his command, but in fact they obeyed his orders.

In other words, even if Bayan Temur had always been unwilling to have an enemy relationship with the Ming Dynasty and was pro-Southern, it would be impossible for him and he had no ability to give in in such a crucial battle.

"How could a small foreign delegation cause such a disaster?"

In an instant, Yesen seemed to have aged ten years, and his originally straight spine seemed to bend a little: "Could it be that my Great Yuan has really lost the Mandate of Heaven? Even if the Southern Dynasty emperor is as stupid as a pig, is the Mandate of Heaven still for the Southern Dynasty to win?"

The idea of ​​destiny has long been deeply rooted in the minds of the Tatars, who have been deeply influenced by the sinicization of the people.

The vast majority of pragmatic Tatars no longer have any hope for the revival of the Yuan court.

The staff around him quickly advised: "Your Majesty, Prince Huai, we still have the upper hand. The Southern Dynasty army is just resisting stubbornly and will not hold out for much longer. Don't be discouraged because of a temporary setback."

Yesen glanced at him, and his eyes lit up again.

Hechuolos Yesen, the great Grand Tutor and Prince of Huai, the commander-in-chief of the Oirat tribe, and the ruler of the Northern Yuan Dynasty, would never be discouraged by a mere few thousand enemy troops: "Pass the order down, all troops should temporarily suspend the offensive. Don't those Ming troops think that those few thousand reinforcements can save them? Then, we should wipe out the reinforcements they are pinning their hopes on right in front of them."

Without bothering to count the casualties, after defeating the 5,000 Tatar cavalry that intercepted them, Jeanna led all the infantry and cavalry almost non-stop and continued to charge towards the central army of the Oirat Mongols.

Jeanne knew one thing very well.

The most important goal of their trip was not to protect Losa, nor to protect anyone else. Everyone could be sacrificed as long as the result was the death of either Choros Yesen or Zhu Qizhen.

This was what the two of them communicated after they met.

Of course, the best result would be for Lothar to be able to participate in these two important kills, but if he really can't participate, that's fine.

According to Losa's guess, although these two people have the luck of dragon veins, the ability of the dragon of luck is obviously auxiliary. For the last two places, he still prefers higher-level dragons with stronger lethality.

But because he will face a fierce battle with the Saracens next, if he can meet the ten requirements of "Bathing in Dragon Blood" at this time, it will undoubtedly be a great boost to Lothar's personal strength.

Of course, no matter how big it is, it can't be bigger than Lavinia's advancement.

In short, it is a mentality of "if I get it, I'm lucky, if I lose it, it's fate", and I don't force it.

Following Yesen's order, a burly Tatar general led a team of well-equipped elite Qiexue troops and came to the front of the Zaohu army that was marching in the thick fog.

These elite Qiexue troops were Yesen's personal guards. They were composed of the sons of grassland nobles selected from the tribes that surrendered to Yesen. They served as hostages and at the same time were a way for Yesen to win over the various tribes.

For example, when the patriarch of a tribe died, his eldest son was sent to the Qiexue Army, and his second son was kept by his side as his heir.

But as the real ruler of the Yuan court, Yesen would certainly be more willing to let his eldest son, who was raised by his side and whose interests were highly tied to his own, ascend the throne.

Moreover, the eldest son's foundation in the original tribe is not stable. Even if he takes the position of patriarch, he still needs his support to maintain his position. The two complement and rely on each other.

This way, he can extend his tentacles deep into the lower parts, greatly enhancing his authority as the lord of the grassland.

Similarly, since they are all of noble origin, the combat effectiveness and equipment level of these Qiexue troops can be imagined, they are all top-notch.

"Shoot! Shoot arrows into the fog! Block those weirdos!"

The Tartar general shouted an order. He had just seen clearly that Bayan Temur was defeated by the evil soldiers who suddenly jumped out of the fog: "These stupid Hu people think they are safe hiding in the fog. We are not deaf!"

Identifying the location by listening to the sound is just the basic skill for the boys from the grassland!
Those demon soldiers may seem scary, but in reality they are far inferior to real demons.

The Qiexue soldiers took off their horse bows and shot towards the sound of approaching horse hooves. Although they could not see the scene clearly in the fog, each of them seemed to have a picture in their mind of the enemies charging hard on horseback.

whoosh-

Arrows rained down.

Thousands of Qiexue soldiers shot arrows in succession.

Suddenly, a rapid, chaotic, and even terrified roar came from the fog.

They are afraid!
In anger!
and many more!

A look of confusion suddenly appeared on the Tartar general's face. Why was there not even a scream from a living person after a rain of arrows?

next moment.

The strong horse on fire, carrying the heavy carriage, rushed out of the fog as if it came from hell.

Their hair was set on fire and the carriage was also ablaze with flames.

This word immediately popped up in the Tartar general's mind.

"Fire Bull Formation?"

Many nobles in the Yuan court had been heavily sinicized, so naturally there were many who understood this allusion.

No, it's the Fire Horse Formation.

These crazy horses with their tails on fire were carrying carriages filled with gunpowder!
That was the gunpowder that was once stored on the Wugang carts by the Ming Dynasty's baggage train!

A horrific explosion sounded.

In an instant, countless Qiexue soldiers were affected by the explosion and blown away.

Even some of the riders who were a little further away were frightened by their mounts and almost thrown off their horses.

The smoke has not yet cleared.

One after another, powerful arrows and heavy javelins were shot out with a sharp whistle.

A Tatar cavalryman wearing heavy armor was pierced through the chest by an arrow before he even had a chance to react. The arrow's remaining force was enough to hit another man in the chest, knocking him off his horse.

The sounds of shouting and killing gradually became clearer.

Immediately afterwards, rushing out from the smoke and thick fog were heavy infantrymen who had taken off their heavy armor and were carrying various weapons. They seemed to have come from hell, with murderous aura all over their bodies, and rushed towards the nearest Tatar cavalry.

The Varangian Guards brandished their battle axes and uttered uneven war cries. As an elite heavy infantry, they could do little in field battles. In this trial on the prairie, they could only be spectators.

At this moment, the fighting spirit that had been accumulating in their chests had already boiled over.

As for the heavy cavalry company led by the Winged Hussars, it was like a torrent crashing into a reef. It was divided into two teams along the edge of the thick fog, one led by Hans and the other led by Jeanne. Their target was directly the White Bull Banner of the Oirat people.

(End of this chapter)