It was already late autumn and the cold wind suddenly rose. Zhang Ping'an, the general of the Po Nu Army, led his troops to pounce from west to east towards the Chahar tribe in Mongolia. The main purpose of his dispatch this time was to test the results of the military exercise.

In order to achieve the purpose of training, he brought Zhang Li and Zhao Guangming's heavy armored cavalry units together. Zhang Ping'an first practiced cavalry interlude and clamp-shaped offensive. He ordered Zhang Li's troops and Li Chen's troops to directly attack the target.

The other tribes cleared out the Mongolian tribes in the encirclement, and smashed eggs with hammers. Without much effort, they wiped out all the small and medium-sized tribes within a hundred miles. They captured five or six thousand old, weak, women and children.

As the battle gradually deepened, the Po Nu Army finally encountered a large tribe. This was a temporary large tribe composed of thirteen, middle and small tribes of the Chahar tribe in Mongolia. The leader was Lin Danhan's second uncle: Agula (meaning of mountain).

Zhang Ping'an was extremely excited when he saw the net. He set up an offensive formation early and waited for the Mongolian army to line up. It was not that Zhang Ping'an learned Duke Xiang of Song in the Spring and Autumn Period, and was polite and then soldiers. Instead, he wanted to test his crossbows and large inclined offensive tactics.

The cold wind blowing from the north in winter makes people unable to open their eyes. Fortunately, the Pou Nu Army prepared a head-covered veil for the attacking troops. The Pou Fu Army's skeleton armor is even more gloomy and terrifying in the transparent veil.

The four thousand Mongolian men who quickly arranged the array did not have unified equipment and their armor was uneven. What made the Mongolians feel frightened were not only the armor of the Bonus Army and the array was neat, but also the speechless morale after the Bonus Army was arranged.

Agula saw the dark cloud-like military formation of the Ponu Army with worried eyes. What he didn't expect was that the Ponu Army was actually lined up at the lower vent. From the strict and murderous military formation, he knew that the commander on the opposite side must be an old army, and it was impossible not to know the basic common sense of war.

If the commander on the opposite side knew this, it would only mean that he didn't care whether he was in the downturn. He could only fight for a while, and there might be a glimmer of hope. Seeing that the old and young troops had to bite the bullet and launch an offensive order.

Zhang Ping'an rode his beloved big dark horse, standing on a hill ten feet high, silently watching the enemy's movements. Seeing that there were only 4,000 enemies, the formation was scattered. He kept shaking his head, his opponent was too weak. He saw that the opponent's war horse had already started and began to issue an order: "Beat the drum! Roar the horn!"

After the thunderous drums, the desolate horns ringing across the battlefield. After hearing the roar, the swan whistle of officers of various cavalry units indicates the preparation for the attack.

Zhang Ping'an issued an order again: "Roar the cannon!"

Three loud thunder sounded, and tens of thousands of soldiers of the Brufu Army roared: "Fight! Fight! Fight!"

Zhang Ping'an pulled out his battle knife, stood up on the horse's back, pointing his knife to the artillery position: "Three rounds of fire! Fire the cannon!"

Yang Wei immediately shouted: "Fire!"

The igniters on seven hundred and a half-closed cannons immediately ignited the fuse with fire incense. The main gunner smashed the mechanism with a mallet. Hundreds of conical shells, dragging white smoke trails, flew towards the enemy's attacking cavalry. The sound of explosions erupted everywhere, and the Mongolian offensive formation collapsed instantly. The fast-striking Mongolian cavalry was stunned by the thunder falling from the sky. They collided with each other to escape the thunderstorm from the sky.

The explosion of the shell splashed out countless blood mist, flesh pieces, and thin Mongolian armor without any protection. The bravest warrior could only watch his arms and thighs separate from his body. The warriors who were a little lucky could actually feel the instant pleasure. Their warriors were thrown into the air by the explosion's shock wave. They instantly brought them into endless darkness.

Zhang Ping'an held a telescope and carefully observed the results of the shelling. In just one round of shelling, more than 2,000 Mongolians fell to the ground. Those who fell down basically did not stand up. He quickly ordered the shelling to stop because he had no experiment.

Seeing that the order to stop the artillery was implemented, he resolutely ordered: "Attack on the large incline!"

Three long roars made the silent cavalry move, flowing like wind, and gradually speeding up. The soldiers of the Pofu Army, who were highly motivated, were angry that the enemy did not resist. Even the most basic combat courage was scared away by shells. But the Pofu Army had strict discipline, and they could only rush into the battlefield according to the flag of the model. What they could do now was to stab the spear from behind the enemy to the cowards.

Seeing that the actual large inclined attack was pretty good, Zhang Ping'an patted the snowflakes on his body. He was very regretful: "Guxin! Our heavy armored cavalry has not practiced yet. It's time to clean the battlefield?"

Gu Xin also looked regretful. "Yes, Grandmaster! Let's end it like this. Could it be that the heavy armored cavalry went to the camp?"

"It's so boring! Let's talk about it next time! Gu Xin, I'll leave it to you. I'll go back to read books. It's more interesting than here! I'll leave it to you here!" After saying that, Zhang Ping'an couldn't wait to go back and see the battle between Ximen Qing and Pan Jinlian!

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On the snow-covered field, there are gusts of cold wind. The snowflakes in early winter accumulate into a three-inch high sea of ​​snow. Under the blow of the north wind, they flow like sand dunes.

Under the gloomy sky, the low city walls in Zhangjiakou were rolling flags. The Mongolian scouts who had been swimming outside the city for many days disappeared without a trace.

The new governor of Ji Liao, Sun Chengzong, was wearing a black leather jacket and looking north with his hands on the shed. No matter how cold wind cuts his face like a knife, it did not stop his inner desire and pain.

The Ming Dynasty is full of disasters, with endless external troubles and internal troubles. Now he is like a tailor, who has made up the holes in Liaodong and is about to fill the holes in Datong again. When will it be the end?

He recalled the recent series of events. He had already ordered Zu Dashou and Zhao Shujiao to build Jinzhou. In less than two months, the big incident of Datong being destroyed was caused. He guessed that the court would definitely want him to clean up the mess, so he sent Wu Qitai to ask Zhang Ping'an to send troops regardless of the obstruction of his subordinates.

According to his understanding of Zhang Ping'an, he knew that this person paid the most attention to interests. As long as possible, Zhang Ping'an would definitely send troops to lure Lin Danhan to fight him in order to avoid fighting on both sides. Therefore, the Jinyiwei sent a spy, saying that the Batong Crane had accumulated a large amount of sulfur, copper and iron, tea and countless cloth and cotton.

Sun Chengzong had a conclusion in his mind. When he was summoned to the capital, the platform was ordered to deal with the Mongolian Lin Dankhan. Thinking of the scene that day, Sun Chengzong was still sighing at this time.

More than 20 days ago, facing the panicked emperor and all the important officials, Sun Chengzong talked in the hall: "As long as the three conditions of a humble minister are met, within three months, the Mongolian Lin Dankhan will definitely withdraw his troops!"

Hearing Sun Chengzong's loud and loud revelation, the young Emperor Tianqi showed ecstasy in his eyes. He knew that his teacher Sun Chengzong was a man who did not speak loudly. The reason why the ministers knew this also within the platform also knew this.

Emperor Zhu Youxiao of the Heavenly Qi hurriedly signaled Sun Chengzong to continue. Sun Chengzong took out the memorial slowly, overturned his hands, and respectfully handed it to the eunuchs beside the emperor. Emperor Tianqi, who was sitting on the dragon throne, launched the memorial, but did not read it, but stared at him with an urgent look.

Sun Chengzong sighed in his heart, the emperor was still not interested in studying. But now the situation is urgent, so he had to solve the current major event before talking about it.

"As long as the court gives Zhang Ping'an, the commander of the Defu Army, an official position of comforting envoy; appointment edict; and agree to trade with him. He will disrupt Lin Danhan's old nest and make it uneasy. Lin Danhan will definitely withdraw his troops! I only need to bring three thousand troops and horses, and I will complete this job!"

"Zhisheng (Sun Chengzong's name), is the Po Nu Army so powerful?" In the hall, Ye Xianggao, the chief minister of the cabinet, wore the same purple robe as Sun Chengzong, had a thin face, and a half-white stern cabinet. He raised everyone's common questions.

"Jinqing (Ye Xianggao's character)! I have met Zhang Ping'an and have dealt with him several times. Everyone knows that he was born as a Jurchen escaped slave and hated Jurchens and Mongols the most. He was extremely fierce against these two enemies. Moreover, Zhang Ping'an does not value etiquette and law, but only cares about interests. But one thing is that he is very good to the people. The people he rescued retreated to the Po Nu City. It is said that the dead hate the few!" Sun Chengzong initially introduced Zhang Ping'an's basic situation.
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