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"Start..." Quetuhan didn't care about the messy array. The opposite side was already beating drums. The square arrays were stepping forward in the intense drum sound. The neat steps seemed to be carved from the knife. The spear was like a jumping plant from the forest. The square array was forward and the bayonet was forward. Quetuhan also saw a large number of field artillery led forward by horses. Soldiers like canned iron men formed a small array with sword cards, but Tuhan couldn't understand it. They didn't know whether it was the Mandarin duck formation or the Sancai formation. At this time, it could not be delayed, Quetuhan ordered the entire army to continue moving forward and try to pull the distance between the left and right wings, especially when his right wing faced the left wing of the Han army. The terrain was empty and there was no river water in the way. As much as possible, he made a breakthrough on the right wing and disrupted the Han army's square array from the flank.

After giving the order, Quetuhan looked at the flag of Asarland about half a mile ahead and headed towards the right wing. He asked the eldest son not to take risks, but he could also see the fire in his son's eyes. The enemy was right in front of him, with only a few thousand people. Although the equipment looked good, the victory should belong to the Mongols with 50,000 cavalry against 5,000 infantry. Asarland not only wanted to be the front-line, but also wanted the most a brilliant victory.

"God of immortality is blessed." Quetuhan lowered his noble head and began to pray. Although he believed in the Red Cult, it was just a political consideration. His disagreement with the three Khans who believed in the Yellow Cult was deliberately forming a religious conflict and dragging his subordinates to go with him. He himself did not believe it very much. At this most critical moment, Quetuhan had to work with both hands and could only ask for the protection of immortality that the Mongols had always believed in, because he did not have any confidence in the war in front of him.

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The sound of horse hooves rumbled, and Asarlan was excited. He looked forward and was all the elites under his command. His father Khan had handed over all his guards. In addition, the most elite cavalry in heavy armor in the tribe, all of this force was handed over to him to command, and the most important right-wing road was handed over to him to break through. Although his subordinates were only about two thousand, they were the most elite part of the tribe and the final force. If you want to defeat the Han army on the opposite side to win, the right wing was the best choice.

The Han army had a complete array. Of course Asarlan saw it, but he felt that nothing was extraordinary. The Han people were originally good at arrays, but they led the cavalry to advance like a rush, disrupting their formation one by one. This is the specialty of the Mongols!

"Destroy the left wing of the Han people and roll up their array!" Asarlan shouted in the middle of the formation: "First attack the cannon array. Without artillery, these Han people will be nothing!"

All the heavily armored cavalry roared with Asarland. Their equipment was the best in the tribe, and they were also the best knights in the tribe. They were strong and held heavy iron spears or iron bones in their hands. Whenever they touched the enemy slightly during cavalry, they would cause bone-breaking damage. They had strong bodies and the bravest soul. Behind them, on the left and on the right, there were cavalry surging forward everywhere. Asarland and his subordinates were already accelerating, and riders in all directions were also accelerating. Half ahead was the enemy's square formation, and victory was right in front of them!

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The enemy cavalry surged out like a black tide, and then began to surge forward as the camps moved forward. Although it was a chaotic group, all of them were large and small cavalry formations of about tens of hundreds to thousands of people, and there was no way to talk about arrays. The Mongols were just mechanically executing orders to rush forward. Many people had obviously taken the cavalry bows in their hands. In a while, they could see the scene of arrows falling like rain in front of the formation. The soldiers of the Shang regiment army showed a look of contempt on their faces... They had seen them too many times.

However, the heavy armored cavalry rushed over from the left wing attracted the attention of the senior management, but it was just a matter of attention.

The Mongolian cavalry rushed to the left wing could not imagine that the left wing concentrated most of the four-pound cannons.

Nearly forty four-pound cannons were rations for the entire regiment. For this war, the cavalry and artillery regiment was quite cooperative. Not only did they send out a whole battalion, but they also equipped the affiliated cavalry and artillery company of the first regiment with a complete range of artillery. The commander of the second regiment, Du Fulei and instructor Peter, all followed him to command. The new recruits in the gunners were quite high, and experienced officers needed to find problems at all times.

When the enemy cavalry rushed in, the artillery position had just been built and the infantry formation was still moving forward, the artillery had already begun to fix the artillery positions. When the Mongols rushed forward, the gunners had already stuffed medicine bags and pushed the artillery shells, and could ignite the leads at any time.

"Don't panic." Du Fulei noticed that some gunners were deformed, making them dry and nervous. He deliberately strode before the cannon array, allowing everyone to see their tall and thin figure, swearing, and deliberately scolding some too nervous gunners in a rude tone. After he was patrolling around, the gunners were obviously much more relaxed.

Peter looked helpless and indifferent, and he was a little tired of the war with the Mongols.

It was just some barbarians from the north. It was natural for the army under civilization to defeat the barbarians, right?

When the large group of cavalry entered about a mile, Du Fulei made a hand gesture suddenly.

The flag-holder immediately waved the flag, and all the gunners kept staring at it. After seeing the clear order, they immediately ignited the lead.

After the first artillery erupted with bright flames, all the artillery on the position fired.

Almost instantly, the first shell landed accurately in the galloping cavalry formation. The whistling shell flew past the crowd, and I don’t know how many cavalrymen had smashed over. When it fell, it plowed a road of blood after it. People shouted and neighed. Many heavy cavalrymen wearing multiple layers of armor thought they were safe, but when the shells came, they realized that the armor was useless. In front of the shells, their armor was useless.

It is considered lucky to be killed by a shell. Some broke their arms, some suffered serious internal injuries, some broke their legs, they fell to the ground, trampled to death by later war horses, or they were even more lucky to live until after the war, and then slowly died in endless pain due to infection and fever.

More shells came, and each whistling shell brought death and tragic howls. There was a difference between the whine of man and horse, but it was essentially the same.

All Mongolian cavalry were a little confused. Of course they had heard of the Ming army's firearms and knew about the artillery, but they did not expect that the artillery was so powerful that it could cause such great casualties and injuries within a mile. The shells, like a source of terror, whistling endless fear and death. Even the shells passing by the crowd still carried huge kinetic energy. They were jumping on the grass, crushing the turf, and the scorching iron balls almost ignited the grass... Alsalan noticed this. He kept staring at the rolling shells, of course, those shells that had already landed and rolled out a long time ago.

, If it was the yellow season of autumn, every shell could cause a fire, Arsalan had no doubt about it. He was a little hesitant and confused. After all, he was a boy under fifteen years old. He had never thought that the shells were like this, with such great power. He didn't dare to listen to the sound of the shells falling on the human body. Although he was indeed a brave Mongolian boy, he was a little unacceptable to everything in front of him, especially when he saw the shells smashing in the crowd and bringing up a piece of flesh and blood, and when he heard the broken bones and heart-wrenching screams of people, Arsalan was already on the verge of collapse.

A shell fell in front of the eyes of the Mongolian boy, but fortunately it was missed. The shell hit the ground directly. The rotating shell splashed with soil and turf. The heat of its own and the smoke from the fire had not yet dissipated. A huge column of smoke rose up on the spot. A little soil splashed on Alsalan's face, and he screamed in panic.

The cavalry were still rushing forward according to inertia, and quite a few people were lucky. The Han people's artillery was powerful, but once they were in close combat, they would gain an advantage.

"The artillery extended and fired toward the dense areas in the middle."

Du Fulei kept staring at the Mongolian right-wing soldiers. After six consecutive rounds of attack, most of the heavy cavalry had been dispersed. Only a small number of heavy cavalry rushed over after the artillery fire extended, but they were already frightened birds, and there was no queue at all. They were relying on the blood courage. Now they did not even have blood courage. The scattered attack line, slow speed, and hesitation of cruising forward, these cavalry had already lost before they even took up the battle.

More than a dozen teams of Yuanyang soldiers have already moved forward to meet them. They will not ask a small number of cavalry to break through the front line and directly threaten the firepower output of the formation.

The enemy cavalry in the middle gradually rushed to within 200 steps, and three battalions of dragon cavalry came forward. Amid the rumbling drum beats, the distance between the two sides quickly narrowed.

The artillery began to shoot, and a large number of shells bloomed in the middle. The cavalry, mainly shepherds in the middle, began to appreciate everything that the right-wing cavalry encountered. The cavalry was full of chaos, people were on their backs, the shepherds were panicked, and some even pulled their horses back, causing greater chaos. When their vanguard arrived within a hundred steps, all the officers issued the same instructions: crows of cannons, Flangers, and all the gunmen opened fire together.

It seemed like a valve was opened on the entire line. You could only see the fire. Although it was sunny and the sky was blue, people were like on New Year's Day night, with bright sparks everywhere. The fireworks were pleasing to the eye, but the sparks in front of them were fatal.

A large amount of lead hit the front of the cavalry formation, and blood burst out from countless cavalrymen. The entire line fell down like straw cut by a sickle. Like the right wing, screams and howlings sounded again.

The blood in Tuhan's body solidified. The heavy cavalry on the right wing had been intercepted by a group of heavy armored infantry. In cooperation with the heavy infantry were a group of musketeers holding muskets and bayonets on the front. The heavy infantry withstood the impact of the cavalry. The musketeers kept firing muskets. The heavy cavalry were knocked off the horse, but Tuhan's heart was bleeding. They were decent cavalry he had spent countless money and effort to create. He tried to use them to achieve great things, but in such a war, they were almost completely destroyed.

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