Back to the Ming Dynasty to be a tyrant

Zhang Zhiji sneered, "One hour is enough!"

Zhu Chunchen said: "Okay! It's up to you!"

After Zhang Zhiji took the order, he went to prepare the army, but Zhu Chunchen sighed.

Zhang Dingguo asked curiously: "Why is the father-in-law sighing?"

Zhu Chunchen forcefully forced a smile on his face, but it was bitter no matter how he looked at it: "This old man's ancestors, the second generation of Duke Cheng, Duke Zhu Yong, and the first generation of British Duke Zhang Gong, both died in civil protection.

Speaking of which, the old man is like Zhang Zhiji and Zhang Gongye, and he has a sworn feud with these Tatars. "

Zhang Dingguo said: "My lord, the battle of Tumu Fort was not fought against the Wala people?"

Zhu Chunchen said with a dark face: "What's the difference between the Oara people and the Tatars? Today they are called Tatars, and tomorrow they are called Oaras. These barbarians come and go every day, and they are all the same thing!"

Damn, just now he praised this kid named Zhang Dingguo as having a future, but now it seems that's the case!

The old man has a good temper, for the sake of His Majesty's concern for you, I will explain to you a few more words, and when you face Emperor Chongzhen in the future, you will know what it means to be truly shameless!

Zhang Dingguo knew that he had said the wrong thing when Zhu Chunchen's face was dark, and immediately said with a sneer: "What the Lord said is that these barbarians are all in the same group, so they won't wrong anyone."

Zhu Chunchen said that he couldn't say anything.

Just say what you fucking say, why not wrong someone?If it wasn't for His Majesty's sake, the old man will let you know what it means to be wronged now!

After cursing a few times in his heart, Zhu Chunchen turned his attention to the battlefield.

Zhang Zhiji had already rode his horse to the front of the formation, and after a few low-pitched instructions, he looked up at the Tatar army formation on the opposite side.

200 years, a full 200 years, these damn Tartars of Ming Dynasty finally confronted each other face to face again.

It's just that it's different from the battle of Tumubao, this time it's Daming's turn to rub these damned Tatars on the ground!

The shieldman at the front began to move forward slowly, and behind the shieldman, the spearmen, musketeers, and jumpers followed in turn. The last part of the artillery battalion was sorting out the artillery ammunition step by step. The soldiers marched together.

The central army of the Tatars, Mosi Batur, stared at the Ming army's central army slowly moving in his direction, and his tone was a little trembling: "Where is the army on the left? Who can tell Ben Khan, Where did the army on the left go!"

Mosbatur could vaguely see some of the smoke and dust raised by the army on the right just now through the telescope, but the army on the left was eerily calm, and even a scene that made everyone unbelievable happened.

Balthborough also saw all of this, and after hearing Moth Batur's voice, Balthborough said in a deep voice, "I'm afraid it's just like what the Great Khan thought, and Batumengke is afraid already……"

Moss Batur was a little collapsed, he believed in Batumengke so much, and specially allocated [-] yuan to him from the elite of the army, let him take charge of the two wings, and now this is the result?

After gathering his mind, Moth Batur turned his attention to Barth Borot and asked, "What do you think of the current situation?"

Balthborough said in a deep voice: "In this situation, there are only two paths to choose, or in other words, there is only one path to choose."

After gathering his composure and taking a few deep breaths, Balthbrot said, "Actually, there is no other choice.

If we put all our wealth on the line and launch a surprise attack when the Ming army is not gaining a stable foothold, it is possible to severely damage the Ming army.

But looking at the Ming army in front of us, they are not the mob we have seen before. It is impossible for such an elite army to be unprepared! "

Mosbatur said coldly: "That is to say, we only have one way to retreat?"

Barthborough said: "Almost, the best way now is to take all the elite soldiers and leave here, and leave everything to the Ming army, let them massacre, let them occupy!

As for us, we can follow the path that the Huns and Turks once walked, and go west!

As for the lack of logistics and supplies that Khan is worried about, it is actually no big deal.

As long as we still have these string-controlling people in our hands, it will be no problem to destroy a few unsuspecting tribes and small countries in the Western Regions. By then, we will have both supplies and population. "

Licking his somewhat thirsty lips, Barthbrot continued: "Besides, our greatest advantage is speed when we leave here with our elite soldiers.

Compared with the simple cavalry with the herdsmen behind, as well as cattle and sheep, it is not a bit worse.

And throwing them down can also play a role in delaying the Ming army, so that we can get rid of their pursuit. "

Hearing this, Mosbatur also fell into deep thought.

What Balthbrot said was right, leaving behind the herdsmen and cattle and sheep to escape would indeed increase the speed of his side.

As for the supply issue, there is really nothing to worry about.

Leaving aside the various small tribes along the way, simply relying on mare's milk as a supplement can also allow people like myself to last ten days and a half months longer.

And the simple cavalry ran from here to Turpan, and then tried to find a way to get supplies through Turpan, it would not even take half a month.

As for leaving behind these herdsmen, cattle and sheep, Mosbatur's psychological pressure is not too great-every year during the white disaster, the old people in the tribe will consciously leave the place of the tribe and disappear into the vast white snow , become a skeleton.

What's more, many of those babies born in winter can't eat milk, howl with hunger, and some even starve to death, before spring comes.

The xinxing honed in this kind of tribal and grassland life where people are not ruthless and unstable is by no means what the people of the Central Plains can have.

Many times, what is missing in a person's mind is an idea. When a person has a certain idea, he will unconsciously find various reasons for this idea, and various ways to realize it.

Even if this idea will make him irreparable, he will not hesitate.

Mothbatur was like this at this time. After making up his mind, Mothbatur ordered in a low voice: "You go and get ready."

Baalsborough was ordered to prepare, and Mothbatur whispered to his confidantes around him: "Prepare for a feint attack, first find a way to delay the Ming army's offensive, and buy time for Balthborough. !"

The little khans around him took orders to prepare, and Mosi Batur raised his binoculars again and looked at the Ming army in the distance.

As the whining horn sounded from the Tatar side, Zhang Zhiji squinted his eyes, thinking secretly.

The total strength of these damned Tatars is about 20, and the left and right armies are separated to support the two wings. The total is 15, so there are only about [-] left.

In the two battles just now, the first time was one thousand riders, and the second time was five thousand riders. Both times they were strangled cleanly, and no one could retreat alive.

In this way, the Tatars on the opposite side can only use about [-] troops now.

And the total strength of my side is about 40, and the army in the middle alone has more than [-].

20 vs. 20, no matter how you calculate it, the odds of winning are greater - even if you have [-] pigs on your side, it is enough to cause a headache for the [-] Tatars on the other side!

What's more, the soldiers of the 20 Beijing Camp, the New Army and other elite guards are not pigs who just know how to eat and sleep, enough to kill the 20 Tatars on the opposite side!

Under such circumstances, the Tatars on the opposite side still have the courage to sound the horn of attack?Who gave them confidence?

Anyway, it can't be that little girl surnamed Liang that His Majesty always talks about!

After thinking about it, Zhang Zhiji still passed down the military order based on the idea of ​​being on the safe side.

As Zhang Zhiji's military order was conveyed, the artillerymen in the front were immediately ready for shelling, just waiting for the Tatars to rush out and show them a good look!

But to the disappointment of Zhang Zhiji and Daming's artillerymen, after waiting for a long time, the Tatar army did not wait for the Tatars to charge into battle. go.