"Khan, the front line is Fuyuwei's territory. If you want me to see, we will rush over and defeat them."

Andal, the head of the Neiman tribe, looked ahead and said.

Lin Danbatuer thought for a while and nodded, "I asked Keshketeng to run a few days ago. Fuyuwei is so big that he can't escape."

"May God of immortality give everyone to the Naiman tribe as warriors, go!"

Andal responded and led more than 10,000 Naiman tribes to ride forward.

Iron hooves stepped into the frozen grassland of Fuyuwei, stirring up waves of flying mud. The cavalry of the Naiman tribe rushed to the Wuqiyete headquarters of Fuyuwei, but no one was seen.

"Will anyone else Zaisai also fled to the Ming Dynasty?" Andal was wondering, but he heard chaos around him and shouting to kill him.

Countless Mongolian cavalry under the banner of Duoyan rushed out of the empty camp and fought with the Naiman tribe in an instant.

"Andar, Lin Danhan is going against the will of heaven. Will the Naiman tribe insist on burying him with him!"

The speaker was the Khan of the Duoyan tribe. The Duoyan King Yongxiebu, who was enthroned by the Ming Dynasty, was also famous for his bravery.

Andal held the horse's reins in one hand and sneered:

"Chahar is the prime minister of the Golden Family, but you Duoyan is a bastard who surrendered to the Ming Dynasty! I want to ask you, what are the faces to say to me?"

Yong Xiebu rushed over and said with a smile:

"I won't talk to you so hard, just talk with a scimitar!"

"Happiness is so great!" Andal snorted coldly, came forward, fought with Yongsebu, and Yu's Neman cavalry also fought with Duozhan.

A few kilometers away, Lindan Batuer heard the shouts in front of him and knew that the Naiman tribe was fighting with Uchiyet.

"Khan, do we want to send troops to aid Naiman?" said Ulihan, the new patriarch of the Aohan tribe, "After all, Uziyete is the strongest unit in the northern part of the Seychelles, so he still needs to send people to support him."

"What are you urging? Ben Khan naturally wants to send someone to rescue them, but it's not the time yet!" Lin Danbatuer glared over and turned to say:

"Wuqiyete dared to stay and oppose Ben Khan, which shows that they must have reinforcements. Let's wait and see. When their reinforcements come, Ben Khan will lead the Chahar Iron Cavalry and destroy them together!"

The former patriarch of the Aohan tribe died at the hands of Zhang Wanbang of Datong. The new patriarch Wu Lihan was his son, and he was only thinking about revenge.

He didn't want to follow Lin Danhan at all, but on the grassland at this moment, only Lin Danhan once shocked the Chahar tribe in the south of the desert had this ability.

Wu Lihan was dissatisfied, but he still didn't say anything.

The war ahead was getting worse and more violent. Doyanwei was already famous for his cavalry and attacked in ambush. The number of Naiman troops was not as large as Doyan, so they could not hold on and retreated soon.

The Naiman tribe threw down thousands of corpses and retreated like wind and clouds, but Duoyan did not chase after him.

Andal, the leader of the Naiman tribe, was covered in blood, and one arm was cut off by Duoyan King Yongsebu. He covered his wound and asked angrily:

"Khan, why don't you send troops to rescue?"

"My Neiman tribe fights bloody battles for you, and the Chahar tribe has at least tens of thousands of cavalrymen, just watching from behind?"

"Andar, are you talking to your Khan?" Lindanbatur said with aloofness, "Will the Ming army come to rescue Uchiyete this time?"

"Our Chahar tribe's iron cavalry must be kept against the Ming army. This time, Ben Khan's attack on Uchiyete is fake, and it is true that he will destroy the Ming army in Guan!"

"Do you have to tell you about Ben Khan's thoughts?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a black line rose on the horizon in the distance.

Soon, the scout came back and reported: "Khan, the brigade of Ming troops was found in front of them, but they seemed to have no cavalry, only infantry, artillery battalion and chariot battalion!"

Hearing this, Andal covered his injured left arm and said silently:

"The Khan said it well. The Ming army is really here. So please set an example for our troops and defeat these Ming troops who have left the pass!"

"Then you just wait and see how the Iron Cavalry of the Chahar tribe brought the baptism of swords and fire to these Ming troops!"

Lin Danbatul snorted coldly, not taking the Ming army, which was all infantry, seriously.

But soon, he regretted the boastful Haikou.

Before the two sides could contact each other, the Chahar cavalry looked at the flag of Zhang Wanbang of the Datong Army. There was no one who did not know the grassland.

Zhang Wanbang became famous in the battle of Datong. He guarded Datong for many years and made many military achievements. None of the so-called powerful troops had never suffered any losses.

"Datong Army..."

Seeing this big flag, people's hearts were floating before the Chahar tribe even went on the battle.

The nine-sided important towns in the Ming Dynasty were all elite, and this Datong Army was even more elite among the elite, and the world's most famous strong army.

At this time, in Chahar's eyes, the big banner of the Datong Army was no different from the big banner of Qi Jiguang's Qi family in the past.

Zhang Wanbang's name has long been resounding in the hearts of the Xihu people.

Lin Danbatul salied hard, his opponent was Datong Army, and it seemed that the plan to hedge directly by the cavalry was not feasible.

But he had other ways to deal with the infantry.

Chahar had more than 100,000 cavalrymen, and they had no need to contact the Ming army infantry with only 40,000 to 50,000 people. The most common tactic was to shoot arrows around them in circles and slowly consume them, leaving the Ming army exhausted.

Although the more than 100,000 cavalry of the Chahar tribe were not as elite as the Eight Banners Cavalry, they were not the mobs that the Ming army had fought before.

Otherwise, even Huang Taiji would have regarded Lin Danhan as a great enemy.

Lin Danhan did not expect that the person who led the troops was the general Qu Jiazhen, and Zhang Wanbang, who was afraid of them, did not appear here.

However, the battlefield is far away, and when the Chahars discover this, it is probably the battle is almost intensified.

Even without Zhang Wanbang, the Datong Army still showed strong military qualities. The entire army was like a man, with orders and strong morale.

When Qu Jiazhen saw that the Chahar people had not approached, he knew that they were afraid of the big banner of the font size and did not dare to move.

Since this is the case, they must show their momentum, making them think that Marshal Zhang is leading the troops.

He shouted: "Telection, all battalions raised the commander's high-profile flags to let the cavalry on the opposite side see clearly. The cannons in the gates are ready to be fired, and the chariot camp is in line!"

With the order, the number of flags in the Ming army formation was several times higher. Now even the Chahar people who were not very good at looking can see the daunting "Zhang" flag from afar.

"Khan, look!"

Chaharvanhuzhuerou pointed ahead, and Lindanbatuer looked over with his gesture, feeling a palpitation.

The Ming army in front discovered that the main force of its Chahar tribe did not retreat, but instead formed a formation and moved forward slowly. The shield carriage surrounded the array, like a moving fortress that could not be stopped.

This just shows that they have something to rely on!

The high-rise banner of Zhang's character hang further confirmed Lin Danbatu's idea. He frowned and murmured:

"What was Zhang Wanbang's idea? Where are their cavalry?"

"Wuqiyete and Duoyan and other troops have never seen them?"

At this moment, Lin Danhan felt that there were some soldiers in his arms. He felt that there were ambush everywhere, and he would just wait for his attack to surround him.
Chapter completed!