[Chapter 388] The artificial storm has begun!

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Feng Qingwu briefly said: "This time the Tatar cavalry caught up with him, there were a total of five thousand-man teams... My battle plan is like this..."

On the ground, he simply outlined the positions of five Tartar 1,000 teams and used this as a basis to explain his combat plan. Perhaps he did not expect the Han army to intervene so quickly, or, he did not expect the Han army to intervene on a large scale, and the distribution of the Tatar cavalry was very irregular. Judging from their position, they were basically one in the east and one in the west, and the connection between them was not very close.

It is estimated that the Tatars thought that the scattered soldiers of the Diaoqi Army were just haunting them and preventing them from attacking the Tuyuhun people. They probably did not expect that the white-clad army would actually want to eat them on their own initiative. Therefore, their thousand-man teams were so scattered. In fact, the Tatars' reassurance was not unreasonable. In the past five or six hundred years, no Han army has entered the Bayannur grassland on a large scale!

For the White-clothed Army, the scattered distribution of the Tatar cavalry is simply a fatty meat delivered to the door. If you don’t eat them all, you would be really sorry for yourself. With the strength of the White-clothed Army currently controlled by Feng Qingwu, it is entirely possible to eat all the 1,000 teams of these five Tatars. In a sense, this is also the first time that the Han army has made a large-scale appearance on the Bayannur grassland after hundreds of years. It must be strong and powerful. Nomads have always been hard but not soft.

As the temporary front-line commander, Feng Qingwu was given the full command authority by Xu Xingxia. After explaining the battle plan, he slowly said: "Since it is the fatty meat delivered to the door, don't be polite. We eat them one by one at a speed of lightning speed. I guess we can only react if we eat at least two of them. If we act quickly, it would be fine to eat three."

"The main force of the attack is you three. You are surrounded by three sides and resolve the battle as soon as possible. Our Diaoqi Army is responsible for activities on the periphery and cut off the connection between the Tatars as much as possible, so as not to let them know the information in advance and run away. Pay attention, in order to avoid wasting time, let other Tatars run away, if the Tatars disintegrate, don't chase them. We must quickly concentrate our troops and prepare to deal with the next target."

Mao Shisan asked unwillingly: "Can't you eat them all before leaving?"

Wang Xia shook his head and said slowly: "The prairie is well-connected and has the opportunity to escape everywhere, so it is not easy to fight an annihilation war. The Tatars are still very capable of escaping. Their familiarity with the prairie is far above us. Even if we are three-on-one, we can only defeat them, and we probably cannot completely annihilate them. A Tartar team of 1,000 people, we only need to kill more than 500 people, even if we complete the task."

Mao Shisan said tentatively: "How about we do it one-on-one?"

Feng Qingwu shook his head and said in a deep voice: "If we were one-on-one, we could only break up the Tartars and we would not kill many people. Wang Xia was right. This is a prairie, and many places are different from the mainland. It is difficult and difficult to fight an annihilation war. Unless they are directly destroyed, they are not allowed to destroy their nests for the time being. Our current policy is to concentrate our troops and kill the Tatars as much as possible."

After a pause, he continued to say with a serious expression: "Mr. Qianhu has repeatedly reminded us that our main goal at this stage is to eliminate the vitality of the Tatars. In short, it is to find a way to kill the Tatars, and the more you kill, the better. As long as you kill all the Tatars, the prairie belongs to us. Therefore, my plan is based on killing as many Tatars as possible. It is better to cut off one of the fingers than to hurt one of them!"

Xia Kewu nodded and said in a deep voice: "I agree, let's do it like this!"

Mao Shisan thought about it and felt that their statements made sense, so he had no objection.

At this time, Houdefu also brought some of the cavalry backbones of Tuyuhun. Their main task was not to participate in the battle, but to lead the way for the White-Clothed Army. After all, some of the White-Clothed Army troops were new to the arrival and were not very familiar with the grassland. They must have the help of the Tuyuhun people to better complete the combat mission. As for logistical support, of course, the Tuyuhun people were also responsible. Houdefu has prepared everything related.

"Dada!" Soon, the Eagle Cavalry, the Eagle Cavalry, the Dragon Cavalry, and the Leopard Cavalry all started to act. The sound of horse hooves spread rapidly, vibrating the entire prairie as if it was about to boil. Experienced people know that a man-made storm was about to begin. This storm came earlier than the imagined one.

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Baker is a commander of the Monk tribe of the Tatars, commanding a team of thousands of people with good strength. His current position is only thirty miles away from the Tuyuhun horse team. In the Monk tribe, Baker has always been known for his bravery. His riding and shooting skills are not very outstanding, but his mechanics on the horse's back are first-rate. After dismounting, he is in an invincible state, and no one in the entire tribe is his opponent.

This time, the Aoyangga tribe (Tuyuhun people) tried to migrate south, and several Tatar tribes united to kill the damn Tuyuhun people. To be honest, they had long disliked the Tuyuhun people. The Tuyuhun people have always insisted on learning men and Han culture, and are incompatible with the Tatars around them, which made the Tatars feel very unhappy. This time, the Tatars finally seized the opportunity and were ready to erase all the Tuyuhun people.

In order to successfully kill all the Tuyuhun people, the Tatars dispatched a total of more than a dozen thousand-man teams. Such troops were enough to overthrow the Tuyuhun people several times. Therefore, along the way, Bakr did not care much about it. In his opinion, victory in this battle was inevitable. With the little strength of the Tuyuhun people, there was no chance of resistance at all! The only thing they had to do was to constantly cut down people and cut down all the Tuyuhun people until they were cut down.

Of course, these are not the most important. The most important thing is that they are preparing to expand the power of their tribe to the beautiful and rich Bayannur grassland. They have been coveting this grassland with plump water and grass for a long time. However, in the past, when the Helejin tribe was blocked there, they were just not easy to act. There was still a certain taboo for the Tatars to kill each other within them. There was no excuse, and it was difficult to start a war. If a forced war was interfered by the large tribe.

Now that the Helejin tribe was crippled, they were ready to move. The betrayal of the Tuyuhun people was just another, giving them the best excuse. The three major tribes of the Tatars acquiesced to kill all the Tuyuhun people. For the Monk tribe, this is really a rare opportunity. Killing the Tuyuhun people to accumulate population and wealth for themselves, then entering the Bayannur grassland to recuperate and continue to grow and grow. What a beautiful prospect!

"Start up! Kill them!" Badal shouted without hesitation.

He also knew the basic weather forecast and also judged that in the near future, rain would come. This was another once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for the Tatars. He knew that there were some sporadic Han troops around the Tuyuhun people. The basic weapon they used was muskets. Judging from the current reconnaissance, this musket is still very powerful. If you get rashly, you will easily be killed and injured.

Baker didn't know much about the muskets of the Han army. Therefore, he did not notice any difference between the Diaoqi Army and the ordinary Ming army. After several attempts, Baker found that if he attacked head-on, he would easily be defeated by muskets. The Tatars had no chance to enter the range of the bow and arrow, and were killed by the roaring projectiles.

In fact, the team he commanded was better at hand-to-hand combat. Each of them was equipped with scimitars, spears, or javelins. These weapons were all powerful weapons for close combat. However, hand-to-hand combat was necessary. If he could not get close to the opponent, no matter how powerful the weapon could be used, he could not be used. Judging from the current situation, he was worried that his troops would be killed by the enemy's powerful musket before they could get close to the enemy.

However, if it is raining, Badar is not worried at all. In his perception, if it rains, the use of muskets will be greatly restricted and their power will be greatly weakened. At that time, he will have the opportunity to rush up directly and engage in hand-to-hand combat with the enemy. As for the result of the melee battle, he is not worried at all. He has sufficient reason to believe that as long as he launches hand-to-hand combat, he and his subordinates can easily kill all opponents. Using muskets to fight with the enemy? This is simply impossible!

"Da da da da!"

The sound of horse hooves was very rapid. Under Badar's urging, his troops quickly approached the Tuyuhun convoy. At the end of his sight, Bakker could see that the Tuyuhun convoy was like a thin black line, wrapped around the horizon. This thin line seemed to have no end, and was slowly moving. Looking from a distance, as long as he charges, he could easily cut off the thin black line.

Badar would never be lenient with the Aoyanga tribe. He had no good feelings for the Han people at all. He had no good feelings for anyone who tried to surrender to the Han people. He had made up his mind that once the cavalry of the Tuyuhun people were eliminated, the remaining Tuyuhun people would be killed, and the women would be captured and taken back to his tribe to enjoy. What was rare is that he did not find any trace of the Han army. It seemed that they had withdrawn.

"kill!"

"Kill them all!"

Barker didn't think much and immediately ordered an attack.

"kill!"

"Kill them all!"

The Tatars around Baker immediately shouted, held up their scimitars and spears, and rushed towards the Tuyuhun people. The Tatars always had more than a dozen thousand-person teams participating in this attack, and there was inevitably a problem of fighting for military achievements and spoils. There were too many monks and too little porridge, which was destined that not every thousand-person team could obtain enough military achievements or enough spoils. There must be a very fierce competition here. Especially the competition for spoils, which was even more intense, and it might even lead to internal fighting.

The supplies of the Tatars are almost always stolen. If there is not enough spoilage, how can we maintain them? For every Tartar tribe, spoils are the key to strength. The more spoils you get, the stronger the strength of the tribe will be. No matter how many people you kill, it is not as good as stolen. In other words, whether you can grab a sufficient amount of spoils in battle is also an important basis for measuring whether the battle is worth it. Barker so eagerly ordered his troops to launch an attack in order to grab the most spoils.

In fact, it is a question of not seeing the Han army beside the Tuyuhun people. Because before that, next to the Tuyuhun people's horse team, there were always musketeers of the Han army on guard, but they didn't see it today. This is very special. If you are a more cautious commander, you must determine the whereabouts of the musketeers of the Han army before you dare to decide whether to launch an attack. However, Baker, who is eager to make contributions or is eager to grab the spoils, automatically omitted this program.

What made Bakker even more relieved was that after the Tatar cavalry launched an attack, the Tuyuhun people in the distance seemed to be frightened and did not react at all. No Han army musketeers were seen around the Tuyuhun people. It is estimated that they had really withdrawn and abandoned the Tuyuhun people. Bakker seemed to see that his cavalry had rushed into the middle of the Tuyuhun people and killed them all. All the supplies and women of the Tuyuhun people belonged to him...

"Bang bang bang!"

"Bang bang bang!"

"Bang bang bang!"

Suddenly, violent gunfire sounded.

The Tatar cavalry rushing in front fell down as if drunk.

The screams of the personnel, the neighing of the war horses, the impact, the weapons broke, and the swords and guns pierced into the horse's belly... All kinds of sounds mixed together, making the originally irritable grassland even more irritable. Many people felt that their ears had lost their feelings, and no matter what happened around them, they could not hear any sound. Blood arrows kept flying into the air, and they didn't know whether they were hit by the projectile or their weapons.

For the Tatars, the most unlucky way to die was not actually being hit by the Minnie bomb of the White Army, but being killed in the hands of their own people. In chaos, the battlefield was full of scattered weapons, including sharp scimitars, sharp spears, rusty arrows, and even broken bones. These weapons are all very fatal. If you fall down and accidentally get caught, you will most likely leave your life here.
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