The Eight Banners of the Mongolian Niu Lue did not expect that a group of "infantrymen" would dare to charge against their cavalry! Before the Mongolians could react, a row of crossbow arrows had already shot more than 30 Mongolian cavalry from their horses.

After being shot for a while by the crossbow arrows that the Ming army had taken away at Ye Bu, the formation of the Mongolian Eight Banners Scouts Cavalry, which was originally densely formed, was evacuated many. There were originally more than 70 scouts Cavalry, but a small half were swept away, leaving only more than forty people.

Xu Qingliang's night scattered more than twenty people, and there were still more than eighty people.

The Korqin Mongols did not retreat. They believed that they still had more than 40 cavalry, and it was no problem to deal with more than 80 infantry.

When the two sides were hedging and were about to collide, they saw each Ming army holding two weapons similar to short spears in their hands. At this time, the Mongolians felt fear and wanted to retreat, but it was too late.

Xu Qingliang threw his right hand and drew an arc with his arm. A ski pole escaped from his hand and hit the chest of a Korqin cavalry, knocking the cavalry backwards from the horse's back, rolling on the snow and rolling a few times before he stopped moving. Xu Qingliang handed the ski pole in his left hand to his right hand like lightning, and stabbed the Korqin Mongolian cavalry who had already rushed to him and three steps ahead. The five-foot-long ski pole was longer than the Mongolian scimitar. Before the war horse could hit him, the ski pole stabbed the Mongolian cavalry on the back.

Every Ming army did not stop at night and took advantage of the speed of sliding down the slope to exert force. The Mongolian cavalry rushing from bottom to top were knocked down and off their horses.

Only twenty Mongolians in the back row were left. They shot a light arrow with their bows, and the arrows stabbed Xu Qingliang and the others, but they had no effect.

"Go away!" The only twenty remaining Mongolians turned around and wanted to leave when they saw that the defeat was decided.

It was too late. The speed of Yebukuan, which was sliding down the hillside, was extremely fast, completely exceeding the fastest speed of the Mongolian horse. Ski poles hit the Mongolians and whipped the Mongolians on the back. In a blink of an eye, all twenty Mongolian cavalry were dropped.

"A total of 120 Mongolian Tartar whistle cavalry have all been killed by us! We will ride their horses and evacuate immediately." Xu Qingliang ordered decisively.

The Ming army did not collect at night and even cleaned the battlefield. Anyway, the Mongolian soldiers had nothing good to do, so they just rode on those unowned war horses and left quickly.

Two days later, on the withered grassland, more than 10,000 Chahar cavalry confronted the 30,000 Korchin cavalry.

The central army of Korqin Army, Lamuxi said: "Prince, we are numerous and powerful. As long as we charge, we can defeat the Chahar people. Next, we will follow and chase."

Man Zhu Xili nodded and said, "Prepare to blow the assault horn!"

A row of Mongolians raised their long horns and made a long and low sound. The flags in the Mongolian Eight Banners formation swayed. More than 30,000 Korqin Mongols were divided into three teams, and the left and right armies dispersed to both sides, forming a surround against the Chahars, and advanced forward in the middle, rushing towards the Chahars formation in a conical formation.

"We have many enemies and we are few, so we should not fight and retreat!" Ezhe shouted.

The Chahar Mongols, who were only one-third of the Korqin people, turned their horses, spread their hooves and ran away.

"The Chahars are vulnerable. As soon as we attack, they ran away?" Hubbletu was stunned for a moment and immediately ordered: "Catch up! Capture Ezhe alive!"

When Man Zhu Xili, who was in the middle of the road, saw the Chahar people retreating, he was overjoyed: "Sons, chase after you! Those who capture the Ezhe will be rewarded with 3,000 taels of silver! Those who kill the Ezhe will be rewarded with 1,000 taels of silver!"

The 30,000 Korqin cavalry whipped up and rushed over, rushing up crazily. There must be brave men under the heavy reward. One of the Korqin cavalry ran faster than the other and galloped one after another. It was not like fighting, just like racing horses on the grassland. Those who chased each other wanted to surpass their comrades and win the credit for capturing Erzhetiantian alive.

The Korqin people chased after him for a while, and then they realized that something was wrong. The riding skills and riding and shooting skills of the Chahar cavalry in front were far behind their IQ!

The Chahar cavalry, who seemed to be running for life, turned around and shot an arrow. Looking at the crowd of Korqin cavalry chasing behind, he saw a rain of arrows flying from time to time in front of him. Every round of arrows fell, a group of Korqin Meng Eight Banners cavalry were caught and dropped!

The Korqin people also took out their bows and shot arrows at the Chahar people who were "escaped" in front of them, but the arrows they shot often landed behind the butts of the Chahar people and pierced on the withered grass. After several rounds of shooting, except for a few extremely unlucky Chahar people who were shot off the horse, most of the arrows shot out by the Mongolian Eight Banners fell into vain. On the other hand, at least more than 500 people were shot down on the horse on the Korqin people.

"Mangu Dai tactics!" Manzhu Xili shouted.

"Prince, are we still chasing you?" asked a personal soldier beside him.

"Chasing, why don't you chase? Where can they run? When their horsepower is almost exhausted, they won't be able to use the Manguda tactics!" Manzhu Xili gritted his teeth and said. If he continues to chase like this, I'm afraid that the Korqin people will lose more than three or four thousand people to catch up with their opponents. But if they can capture Ezhe alive, even if they lose more, it will be very cost-effective.

Both sides were the same Mongolian light cavalry, and the speed was the same. The Korqin people followed closely behind the Chahars. Every time the Chahars turned around and shot arrows, they could shoot many Korqin people. The Korqin people's counterattack had a closer range and could only shoot a few Chahars. However, as the Chahars were exhausted, the distance between the two sides gradually became closer, from thirty steps to within twenty steps, the Chahars' losses began to increase.

When the Korqin people were about to catch up with their opponents, they saw the Chahar people in front suddenly scattering to both sides, revealing the iron cavalry in the middle.

"Heavy Cavalry!" Korqin people were stunned.

The cavalry and horses in front were all wearing heavy armor. The bright iron armor radiated dazzling light in the sun. Each cavalry wore a hideous iron mask on his face, and the war horses were covered with thick leather armor. The people and horses looked like evil spirits from hell. There were 500 heavy cavalrymen, of which 200 were Han Dashan's elite iron cavalry, one hundred were Xu Qingliang's elite elite at night, and the other two hundred were the iron cavalry of the Chahar people's khan tent.

The Korqinmeng Eight Banners Cavalry were desperately chasing the Chahar people. The horse speed had increased to the highest level and could not slow down at all. Unpredictable, the five hundred cavalrymen on the opposite side rushed towards him, and there was no place to hide.

Five hundred iron cavalry arranged in dense formations, like an airtight iron wall, pressing up to the Korqin cavalry. The row of cavalry in front had already raised their horse lances.

In a blink of an eye, the heavy cavalry of the Ming army had already rushed into the formation of the Mongolian Eight Banners. One hundred horse spears in the front row pierced into the group of Kerr's cavalry. The Mongolian cavalry in the front two rows were knocked back and even the war horses were pierced by long spears. They were either led backwards or fell heavily on the grass.

The heavy cavalry did not stop at all and rushed forward directly on the fallen Mongolian war horses and the bodies of the Mongolian soldiers.

Under the horse's hooves, the intestines pierced and the stomach rotted, and there was a bloody flower.

The Korqin people had no power to fight back. Almost in the blink of an eye, the Ming army's heavy cavalry rushed forward for thirty or forty steps, and the ground was covered with deformed corpses of people and horses.

When the Mongolian soldiers behind saw that the heavy cavalry were so powerful, they were extremely terrified. They took out their bows and arrows in a panic, trying to shoot the heavy cavalry that rushed over to death. However, the arrows shot on the heavy cavalry, but they fell to the ground as if they touched a stone.

"Distract quickly! Distract! Don't fight hard, consume their horsepower!" Manzhu Xili shouted anxiously.
Chapter completed!