"Hold!"

The Jurchens' swear words do not seem to be the simple word in their vocabulary, and Tan Tai also uses Chinese language, so it seems that if he does not do this, he will not be able to vent his current emotions.

Shu Mu's always gloomy face also turned distorted. His mouth was wide open, his eyes widened, and he couldn't even know that the water flowed down his chin.

The Jurchens around were not much better. They had already been ordered to gather together, and each of them was waiting to fight. Even the white armored person who had been through many battles was a little nervous. There would always be casualties and injuries when fighting. Even if a few people died, they might be themselves. The warriors who had been through many battles could not ensure that they survived a war. They were fighting the Northern Territory, not looting the Ming Kingdom, without wealth or having a income from the Baoyi Aha. People's desire to fight was not strong. The Jurchens were bloodthirsty and dared to fight, but they were not crazy.

However, the scene in front of him was that more than 5,000 cavalry were defeated by 300 people. A large number of war horses and corpses were left on the battlefield. Bunang had already rode his horse from one side of the battlefield with the remaining people. Now they could only see the backs of the defeated Mongolians.

"Even if I know that the Mongolians are no longer able to do it now, I really didn't expect that the Ming people could fight so well?" If it were three hundred white armor against five thousand herders, it wouldn't be surprising if it beat Tan Tai. But there were more than three hundred Ming people in front of me, and the Ming people who have always been regarded as representatives of the weak people by the Mongolians and Jurchens!

Perhaps the Ming border troops also had some men who could fight, but the number was too small. The Ming people had a huge population base, and it was also an agricultural nation. This nation was undoubtedly low in force and cowardly. Many men were not bloody or had no fighting skills at all. The Ming people were not like the Mongols and Jurchens. They were born soldiers. They started to learn hunting when they could walk, and could ride horses and shoot arrows in their teens. They also won every opportunity. Among the three ethnic groups, one of the Ming countries was undoubtedly the strongest national strength, the most populous and the lowest martial arts value. It was natural to be despised by the other two parties who advocated martial arts.

The psychological advantage of Mongolian and Jurchens over the Han people is that they are based on violence. Of course, they are far from their opponents than other people, but now it is a completely subversive result in Tan Tai's eyes. The guards of three hundred Ming merchants fought away five thousand Mongolian cavalry with footsteps against cavalry!

The faces of the Mongolians around him were so dark that they could squeeze out water. Zaisai and others were shocked and unbelievable at first. Now everyone's faces were very ugly.

In any case, Bu Nan and Su Nan were both Taiji among the Mongolians, and they were noble nobles. They were connected with each other. The Mongols now have much milder internal struggles, and few cases of killing nobles have occurred. Now they are watching thousands of their own people beaten like dogs by Ming people. Forget it, Su Nan, a noble Taiji, was cut off from their heads. This result is something Zaisai and others don't want to see.

"Let's go up and greet him." Tan Tai was not a Mongolian. He pretended not to see the ugly face of the Mongolian man who died and his biological father, and smiled and suggested to Zai Sai.

"Okay, business is important."

Zaisa looked unhappy, but he had no choice but to follow Tan Tai's advice.

Zaisai knew the power of the Jurchens well. He believed that the whole Mongolian was not the opponent of Nuerhaci, and the Jurchen soldiers were too cruel. Now he was a little confused. Can the Ming people's military force reach this level?

What if the army of such a level is not three hundred, but three thousand, or 30,000?

Zaisai shook his head, not daring to think about it anymore.

The cavalry began to move forward slowly, and Yang Sisun and the others also realized that they were cautious and did not meet him, although the cavalry on the opposite side was attacking the Neikalkha flag.

The soldiers were unable to take off their sweaty armor. Each of them sat cross-legged on the ground, with a tired expression on their faces. Some engineers and coachmen came out of the carriage array. They brought the last remaining clear water. The water bag was conveyed in the hands of the soldiers. Everyone was drinking in small sips. No one would drink it. Everyone knew that there was not much water.

The soldiers placed their weapons next to their hands, blood-stained spears, broken swords, and bird guns full of gunpowder after being fired. Everyone put their weapons in a place within reach. The cavalry on the opposite side saw that the flag was their own people, but if it was pretended by the enemy, these soldiers could enter the battle again at any time.

Some soldiers from the Firearm Flag Team ran out, and they were ordered to gather the horses first.

About two hundred to three hundred uninjured war horses wandered on the spot. Their owners were either seriously injured or dead. While pulling the war horses together one by one, the people in the Bird Gun Flag Team finished the blow and killed those seriously injured and dying people, which was also a relief to give them.

After the formation, the gunners took off their robes, and sweat was constantly dripping from their chests and backs. Although the September grassland has entered late autumn and may enter the middle of winter due to a snowfall, it is almost noon, and the gunners are doing very nervous physical labor and have already sweated heavily.

There were large corpses in front of the formation, and the groans of seriously injured people were heard from time to time. The bird gunners were calmly restless and the serious injuries were finally shot. Occasionally, a few cunning and slightly injured people were found and killed without exception.

The caravan regards these Mongolians as robbers, not serious enemies. When the caravan encounters robbers, either the robbers die, or the merchants must have ended up miserably. Even the serious merchants such as Zhang Ziming who rushed over did not think that there was anything wrong with killing these guys.

There were three formal military doctors and five apprentices in the army, and they began to treat their wounded people.

Yang Sisun immediately asked the staff of the Military and Political Department to count the casualties. There were seven dead in battle, eleven seriously injured, and more than 30 minor injuries.

Compared with the record of killing nearly 400 Northern Barbarians, the death of seven people in battle was a completely acceptable result. However, Yang Sisun still had a sinister face and stood aside and watched the people from the Military and Political Department count the hometown and names of the people who died in battle. After recording it in detail, the soldiers who died in battle had to be cremated on the battlefield and then brought the ashes back to their hometown.

Military doctors give priority to treating serious injuries, and those with minor injuries can only endure as much as possible first.

People watched the military doctors use skillful skills to stop bleeding, debride seriously injured soldiers, and then apply medicine, and apply fixed splints to the broken soldiers. When doing these things, these military doctors ignored the soldiers' screams and howls, and their hands were still very stable.

Zhang Chunniu's cheek was rubbed by a light arrow, and a hole in the boss's face was broken. He touched it and the wound was quite shallow. It was probably going to be disfigured in the future. Zhang Chunniu was originally depressed, but when he saw a soldier with a serious leg being sawed off his calves by several military doctors, only a look of gratitude was left on his face.

People started smoking, and each took out the tobacco from the small cigarette pipes they carried with them, and then placed them in the copper smoke pot. It was very convenient for the bird gunmen to smoke, and there was no need to fire. There was still a residual open fire in their tinder tank. When they lit it, everyone began to squeak, and the blue smoke surrounded the battlefield.

Smoking is now very popular in the army, which is also a kind of military welfare. The base of people smoking in the north is not small, and Zhang Han also thinks that tobacco can calm the tension of soldiers on the battlefield... Of course, there are side effects, but let's take a look at the front.

Zaisai and others wisely chose to stop moving outside the military formation a hundred steps away. Zaisai originally wanted to ask the commander of this army to come and see him, but when he saw the eyes of the Ming people, he gave up this plan.

Several Taiji and dozens of noble generals dismounted together and marched on foot to the battlefield of the Ming people.

Tan Tai, Shu Mu and others also got off the horse and walked forward with the Mongolians.

The more we moved forward, the more respect we were... In front of us was a large area of ​​grass trampled into mud by horse hooves, with pools of blood and corpses everywhere. Zaisai and others noticed that many of the corpses were hit by shells, and their death was very terrifying. The Mongolians became frightened because of this. They felt that they were hurt by things, and felt a little sad about everything in front of them, and they felt a sense of fear in their hearts.

The Jurchens did not have much sentimentality, and they paid more attention to observing the details of the battlefield.

The bullet point of the cannon, the accuracy rate, the lethality range and distance of the bird gun, why the Mongols' impact tactics failed... Tan Tai and Shu Mu began to whisper in Jurchen words, there were too many things worth noting in this battle in front of him.

Yang Sisun did not come out to greet him. He comforted some seriously injured brothers in the array, and also paid attention to the treatment of the military doctors.

This is also the routine of Commanders He Yusheng. In any case, in addition to preventing the enemy from counterattacking after the war, it is the first priority to treat one's own injuries.

Every veteran is the most precious asset in the army, especially the injured veterans, who may become stronger, tough, experienced, and more precious than anything else.

"Ha, it's Lao Yang. You fought beautifully in this battle!"

Tan Tai saw the "old acquaintance" at a glance, with a look of intimacy and surprise on his face.

Yang Sisun snorted, strode over, tilted his head and said to Tan Tai: "Damn Tan Tai, what are you doing here?"

Tan Tai didn't mind Yang Sisun's words at all... They scolded each other in Liaodong for many times. But Tan Tai now prides himself on his identity... He is one of the most promising Niu Luezhen, and said with a smile: "You can't guess this?"

"It was you four Beile who sent us to pick up our convoy?" Yang Sisun snorted again, his face looking much better.

It is one thing to regard the Jurchens as a great enemy in his heart, but it is another thing to treat a true acquaintance like Tan Tai.

Fortunately, Yang Sisun could show Shu Mu a cold face. This guy couldn't get along with everyone when he was in Liaodong. He always put on a dead face, but now he still has a dark face. Yang Sisun is not in a good mood and stares at Shu Mu with a dark face.

The two stared at each other, Tan Tai was about to sweat, but Shu Mu suddenly said, "Yang Sisun, you fought so well in this battle. I admire it very much. Well, I mean it's true, not ridicule." Mobile users, please visit http://m.piaotian.net
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