Some people say that daytime is the time given to humans by the gods, and night is the time when the gods allow demons to come out and move. But on the battlefield, even the most ferocious demons dare not approach those humans who smell of blood, even in the darkest night.
No matter in the Central Plains or other places, there will always be stories about ghosts and ghosts. These stories basically happened at night, such as ghosts floating into people's homes to suck life, or attached to the body of living people to do evil. Demons walk through the streets at night, gouging out the hearts of living people with their sharp claws and tasting the fresh fishy smell. However, the place where these stories took place can never appear in the barracks.
Soldiers are the most vicious things in the world.
No matter how violent and vicious the devil is, he dare not approach the barracks.
And on the night of New Year's Eve, at least 20,000 Meng Yuan Jingqi, who called themselves devils, were passing through the night, aiming at the Sui army camp less than ten miles away. This is nearly half of the troops in Mandu Ratu's hands, and it took a long time to think about investing so many people in Mandu Ratu. He was entangled in his inability to judge whether he won or lost, and if he failed, the history of Mandu Banner might end here.
The Mandu family has never been regarded as a real rich and noble family in the Mengyuan Empire, because Mengyuan is too big. In the eyes of those real nobles, Mandu Latu, who has a fief of two thousand miles, is like a local rich man who can't stand on the stage. And for so many years, Mandu Latu relied on his tough style and hostility to Sui to make his name gradually known in Mengyuan, and it was precisely because of this that he was able to get the attention of those big nobles.
But when the war really came, Mandu Latu couldn't slaughter the Sui people like lambs slaughtered by rushing into the Sui people with the Mandu flag cavalry as he had preached in the past. The image of a madman that he took twenty years to establish is very likely to be brought back to its original shape by this war.
This is also one of the reasons why Mandu Latu is so entangled between fighting and defending. If he hadn't spent so long to improve his popularity, then he could have acted cowardly, guarding the city and waiting for reinforcements from the royal court .
The Mandu family cannot decline, and the Mandu flag cannot perish either!
So, he finally decided to give it a go. When Mandulang told him about the Sui people celebrating the Spring Festival, he had been waiting for this day. He feels that any nation has its own absolute awe, such as a certain irreversible festival. Like the favorite fasting festival of the Mongolian people, this day is like jumping into the ocean of joy for the residents of the prairie.
On New Year's Eve, he personally led all the remaining troops for support. They stopped at a place thirty miles away from the Sui Army camp. And his second son, Mandu Teller, the main general of the raid, will lead 20,000 elite cavalry into the Sui camp. The wind swept past, just like the name of Mandutele.
The horse's mouth was covered with a bit, and the horse's hoof was wrapped with felt cloth. The soldiers did not draw their scimitars ahead of time, because that would reflect the light of the moon. The Mongolian people say that the sun and the moon are the eyes of Changshengtian looking down on the human world. One opens and the other closes to rest during the day, and the same is true at night. For everything in the sky, the Mengyuan people maintain absolute awe. Just like they fear King Ming on Daxue Mountain, because King Ming said that he is the only messenger left by Changshengtian in the human world.
The cavalry team was like a slowly rising tide, and the blackness eroded towards the Sui army's camp.
The journey along the way was very smooth, and the sound of celebration in the Sui army camp could be heard from a distance. The gongs and drums played auspicious and festive music, and the torches formed a happy dance troupe. Mandu Teller, who rode up a high slope, looked at the torches shaking back and forth in the camp below, and the killing intent in his eyes burst out uncontrollably.
Condescending, it is most suitable for cavalry to charge. And the gentle arc of the high slope on the grassland makes the horse run the most comfortable.
"children!"
Mandu Teller drew out his scimitar, no longer hiding the coldness on the blade: "Did you see those humble robbers? It is they who took away our grassland but don't know how to cherish it. Their dirty feet are on the sacred grassland Walking on the grassland, the stubborn pasture will not yield, let alone us? There has always been only one master on the grassland, and that is the Mongolian Yuan Empire!"
"Kill those Sui people and take everything from them!"
Mandu Teller roared wildly, and then pointed the scimitar at the Sui camp not far away. The 20,000 elite cavalrymen of the Mandu Banner galloped down the high slope like a wave.
"Huha!"
The shouts of the charge shattered the night sky, and the sound of gongs and drums celebrating in the Sui army camp stopped abruptly.
The whining horn sounded, and the torches in the Sui army's camp immediately went into chaos.
"Enemy attack!"
Mandu Teller heard the panicked shouts of the Sui people, so a grim smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. Those Sui people never imagined that the Mandu Banner army with less than 60,000 troops would actively attack the Sui people with more than 700,000 troops. The huge difference in numbers made the Sui people relax their vigilance.
The thunder-like sound rolled out against the ground, and the horseshoe even made the grassland tremble.
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The Sui people's resistance was beyond imagination. The Mandu Banner cavalry who rushed down from the high slope like a flash flood encountered the first round of arrow rain when they were less than a hundred steps away from the Sui people's camp. The arrows were very dense. It can be seen that the quality of the soldiers of the Sui Army is indeed very strong, and they took up weapons in the shortest time. But already at this distance, Feather Arrow couldn't stop the horse from sprinting.
The Mandu Banner cavalrymen who were shot fell off their horses and soon merged with the grass.
The thousand-man team led by Agudamu rushed to the front, not only the feathered arrows of the Sui people but also the densely packed antlers outside the camp were blocked in front of them. The Sui people seem to have thought of many ways to deal with the cavalry, and this kind of thing is one of the most effective means to prevent the cavalry from stepping into the camp.
Agudam shouted, and the frontmost cavalry threw out the rope despite the Sui people's arrow rain. For these cavalry who could easily trap wild horses, it was not difficult to trap the immovable antlers. The ropes flew out one after another to be put on the antlers, and then the cavalry began to accelerate away to both sides. The slipknot tied with the rope is very particular, as long as it is pulled, the slipknot will be tightened and tightened so that it will not come off. The two rows of antlers on the outside were about to be pulled apart. Although the Mandu Banner cavalry, who were skilled in riding skills, paid a considerable price, they didn't let the antlers block the brigade for too long.
The frontmost cavalry jumped down one after another when they rushed outside the fence, and then frantically pushed the obstacles in front of them. The soldiers of the Sui army inside the fence stabbed frantically with their horses. The enemy's blood sprayed out like a waterfall, and the corpses outside the fence quickly piled up.
"Break it open!"
Agudam roared loudly, his eyes were full of anxiety.
More cavalry dismounted, ran over quickly and then jumped up and bumped with their shoulders. The corpses piled higher and higher outside the fence, and the long lances protruding from the fence were densely packed like hedgehogs. But even so, after paying at least 500 casualties, the Mandu banner cavalry finally smashed down a section of the fence.
The cavalry behind let out a growl and urged their horses to rush forward.
The shouts of Huha resounded in the night sky, and the brave cavalry rushed in from the gap like a wave breaking the levee. After the fence collapsed, the defending Sui army had to start retreating. But their feet could not run as fast as the four hooves of the horses, and it was difficult to dodge the scimitars that bent down from the horses' backs. Soon, the defensive front was torn open by the Mongols, and the Sui infantry were forced to retreat steadily.
After Agudamu's team of thousands rushed into the Sui camp, Mandu Teller also rushed in under the protection of his personal guards.
"Mandu wolves!"
He turned back to look for his cousin: "You can't all rush in, you take two thousand-man teams to take care of the back."
Mandulang frowned slightly, and immediately guessed what Manduteler meant. He is not really thinking about the army, but for credit. The cavalry had already rushed into the Sui people's camp, and once the horses were allowed to run, the Sui people had no hope of stopping them. At this time, more than half of the victory has been won. Mandu Teller killed Mandu Wolf, but he didn't want him to share too much credit.
"Huha."
Mandu Wolf responded, without seeming the slightest bit of reluctance.
His father was originally the one to inherit the position of the banner owner, but because of the damned rules of the royal court, when Mandu Ratu poisoned the old banner owner, his father was still humbly and cautiously dealing with those people in the royal court. The troubles of the nobles. If not, he should be the one giving orders now.
But none of this can be changed. Mandu Wolf has shown enough respect and obedience to Mandu Latu since he was a child. It is precisely because of this that he can live until now.
Seeing the young banner master lead the soldiers to rush inside madly, for some reason, the mandu wolf who had been cut off from the road to victory was not only not angry, but an inexplicable smile slowly appeared on the corner of his mouth.
He turned his horse back and brought his two thousand-man troops to a stop outside the Sui army camp.
In the distance of his line of sight, the flames became more and more chaotic. The cavalry who rushed into the camp were like wolves rushing into a flock of sheep, galloping back and forth recklessly, biting the flesh and blood of those sheep.
"Have you seen the place with the red lanterns before!"
Mandu Teller asked loudly.
"I see!"
The soldiers answered.
"Follow me, keep heading towards the place with the red lantern, don't delay in other places. That's the most important place in the camp, where all the generals of the Sui Army are!"
"Huha!"
Under the restraint of a centurion and a thousand commanders, tens of thousands of Mandu Banner cavalrymen poured into the Sui army's camp, followed the young banner master's horses, and directly charged towards the Sui people's Chinese army camp. A torrent of war horses swept past the camp like a raging dragon, and the place it passed was a mess. The Sui people could not stop the cavalry who had already charged, nor could they catch up with the horses.
"Use your bows and arrows to tear down those big tents!"
When rushing to the middle army, Mandutele gave orders loudly. The cavalry quickly replaced the scimitars in their hands with riding bows, mounted mace arrows, and aimed at the tall tents. In such a chaotic night, those bright red lanterns are particularly eye-catching.
Feathered arrows were scattered like torrential rain, and dense holes were shot out of the big tent immediately. And the feathered arrows resting on the big tent made the tent look more like a firewood pile. If there were any people in the tent, there was no doubt that the people inside were now uglier than a pyre.
"wrong!"
Mandu Teller's face changed suddenly.
Just now, I was just blindly charging inside, and didn't notice the inappropriateness of many details. This is a camp with 700,000 troops, and there seem to be too few people to see. Since today is the Sui people's festival, they should all be carnival.
He turned around and glanced around, and found that the camp full of torches looked extremely empty.
Where are people
Mandu Teller was startled, and then turned his horse and ran back: "Get out!"
"Boom!"
At this moment, a deafening sound of war drums suddenly sounded. Immediately afterwards, the night sky suddenly became darker. Even the moon has lost its trace, it seems that Changshengtian closed his eyes overlooking the world. I don't know if it's because he doesn't want to see his people being brutally killed.
A thick layer of dark clouds fell rapidly from the sky, and it was almost difficult for people to breathe under the pressure.
It was such a dense and chilling shotgun shooting!
"Get out!"
Mandutele's shouts fell, and the dark clouds formed by throwing guns also fell. In an instant, more than 10,000 cavalrymen were savagely pulled down by the spears. Painful cries, wailing, and calls for help rang out immediately. If it weren't for a soldier who used his body to block a spear for Mandutele, he might be one of the people lying on the ground crying at this time.
A Mandu banner cavalryman shouted while trying to pull out the javelin that had been nailed into his stomach. He couldn't bear such a thing suddenly appearing in his body. However, the moment he pulled the spear out of his stomach, he regretted it... The blood spurted out like a fountain at the entrance of the cave, and the abdominal cavity, which suddenly lost pressure, immediately deflated, and greasy things came out all at once, stuffed They can't be plugged back.