The sound of horse hooves in the dark was like the beginning of the tide. Akdun lay on the ground and listened to the movements in the distance. His face became more and more serious. There were tens of thousands of cavalrymen. A quarter of an hour later, the torches lit by cavalrymen appeared in the direction of the market entrance as bright as the stars in the sky. Waves of Mongols poured in from the intersection, causing the Zhangjiakou market to surround it.

After more than ten years of war, Akton felt the shadow of death for the first time.

"Here, someone is here!" someone shouted in a low voice on the roof.

A row of cavalry extinguished the torches rushed towards the entrance of the market. The sound of hooves was getting closer and closer, and the shooters who were ambushing high shots an arrow at the movement. A muffled groan came from the darkness, and the Mongolian cavalry was not affected at all and rushed into the market without stopping.

"shoot!"

The archer hiding in the dark casts arrows in his hands to the fullest, and the Mongolian cavalry rushing to the city entrance was an obvious target. The knights led by "retreat!" shouted, and then hundreds of cavalry turned their horses and withdrew. Four or five corpses were left on the streets of the city entrance. This trip was to test the reality of the defenders.

"Khan, I don't know the terrain in the market in the dark, so I might as well wait for dawn to attack again!" The commander of the Forward Battalion saw clearly the situation at the battle just now and went to Ezhe for instructions. He was worried that the rash attack would cause too much damage.

Ezhe nodded. After the army was rushing to a long distance, both of them were exhausted. He also used the idea of ​​giving Jurchens a lesson if he had the chance and getting some benefits if he had no chance. Don't steal chickens and lose rice.

"And surround the market! The army closely monitors the gate of Xuanfu!"

The flat grassland outside the market is not big and cannot accommodate so many soldiers. Some of them camped in the mountains and forests, and half of them blocked the road to Xuanfu to the south of Zhangjiakou.

Ezhecai had not recovered yet, but he had noisy noises sounded in the south. The scout came to report: "A army rushed out of Xuanfu City?"

"Here you come!" Ezhe shuddered like an electric shock, and turned over and led the cavalry of the Khan Tent south.

In the undulating mountains and forests, Yue Tuo urged the cavalry to run wildly. When he saw the torches in front of him illuminating the sky, he stopped. Everything was too late and the Zhangjiakou market was besieged.

Ajige left to control the road from Xuanfu to guard the Great Wall Pass, and half of them were stationed on the only way to the exit of the Great Wall Pass. If Yue Tuo immediately led the troops and horses at the Great Wall Pass after receiving the news, it would have arrived one hour earlier, but he did not dare. The Great Wall Pass was related to the retreat of the army, and the Mongols suddenly returned to the army shocked him, and he would not dare to have a chance to take it.

As long as these five thousand cavalry entered Jizi, Yuetuo would be sure to resist the invasion of the Mongols. The Jizi had supplies. He did not believe that the Chahars would spend a lot of money here, not to mention that Ajige's army was close at hand, and if he retreated, he could go out of the frontier within five days. "What should I do now?" In a flash, he had to make a decision, either break into Zhangjiakou and reject the Mongols on the grassland, or give up here and return to Xuanfu.

"Strike!" Yue Tuo suddenly pressed down his helmet and swung his knife toward the ocean of torches. The Qing soldiers and horses had always had a battlefield advantage over the Mongols. The Chahars had not yet established a foothold after a long-distance attack. Such opportunities were fleeting, and there were still two thousand soldiers and countless captured. He did not believe that the seven thousand Qing cavalry could not defend Zhangjiakou for five days.

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The Jurchen cavalry each carried weapons through the mountains and forests.

The Chahars had no time to rest and made strange screams coming towards him, harassing them with bows and arrows while retreating. Yue Tuo directed the troops to advance from the flat road, and he wanted to achieve results before the Chahars stopped the line of defense.

The sound of ox horns with three rhythms suddenly sounded in the darkness. The invading Chahar people retreated to the rear for a moment before disappearing. Yue Tuo felt relaxed. The sound of the cavalry hooves rushing on the front avenue were as loud as thunder. A row of cavalry rushed over and met the Qing soldiers and horses in close contact.

"Kill!" The Chahars threw the torch into the cavalry on the opposite side, pulled out the scimitar and swung the stings freely, without seeing any fatigue. The long arrows flowed in the sky, and both sides had archers with wonderful archery skills, hiding behind to find the target.

The front line of the battle became the mouth of hell. The Jurchens swung their swords to slash the Mongols opposite. Before they could draw out the knife, a long arrow shot through the throat. The archer hiding in the dark sniping determined the trend of the battle. The Jurchens used the advantages of their weapons and armor to force the Chahars to retreat, and left many corpses along the way.

The night made both sides a little afraid of being tempted, and Yue Tuo and Ezhe didn't know how many trump cards each other had.

After half an hour of fierce fighting, the Jurchen cavalry rushed forward for more than ten miles. Yue Tuo was anxious and had to spend time to arrange defense when entering Zhangjiakou. If he delayed this, he would be in trouble until dawn.

"Assault! Assault!" Yue Tuo shouted with a ferocious face, and his personal soldiers rarely saw the flag owner's expression.

The urging Jurchen cavalry rushed forward desperately, and the horses were arranged in a dense manner, and the Chahar archers were no longer afraid of covering them. They used the dead soldiers carrying triple armor as the vanguard, like a sharp knife stabbing into beef and tearing the Chahar people's front line.

The arrows shot like raindrops in the darkness. Some soldiers were still rushing to death. Even though the arrows were shot, they could not penetrate the armor. The Mongolians' cavalry's bow strings were smaller than those of the step bow, and they could only kill the dead soldiers when they shot to the vital points. The Jurchen cavalry speeded up, and the queue was pulled into a long line, and both wings were surrounded by the Chahars. Hiding in the mountains and forests, Chahar did not fight in close combat, but only fired cold arrows.

Yue Tuo shouted: "Run into Zhangjiakou, you will not be allowed to fight along the way!"

Ezhe saw the torches in the Hars queue becoming more and more panicked, and he was anxious.

After entering Zhangjiakou, the Chahar cavalry was divided into two parts, one was monitoring the Zhangjiakou market and the other was blocking Yuetuo, and the military strength was not obvious. The Jurchens all had armor, and the Mongols were mostly shirtless, and they always had a disadvantage in close combat.

"I can't resist the Jurchens with five thousand soldiers and five thousand soldiers!" The mania in Ezhe's heart was aroused.

The commander beside him said: "I see that the Jurchens are trying to rush into the Zhangjiakou market. Why not let him in? Wait until the Han cavalry and the Mobei cavalry arrived, trap him to death here, and catch the turtle in one jar!"

The battlefield was small, and the power of the light cavalry could not be exerted in this situation. Seeing that the tribe's troops were retreating all the way, Ezhe thought of the purpose of this battle, he ordered: "Send the cavalry to move out of the frontal road, shoot on both wings, and kill the Jurchens as much as possible!" This war was not only Chahar's unit, but even if one person was replaced, the 5,000 troops who came to rescue the Chahar unit also suffered heavy losses.

The commander rushed away. After a moment, Yuetuo felt that the Chahar soldiers and horses that were blocking the front were getting thinner and thinner. The cavalry archers following behind were shooting the war horses like maggots on their tars. The soldiers kept landing and were killed by the Chahar people who were catching up.

"Quick!" Yue Tuo rode his horse and rushed to the silent Zhangjiakou Market in the dark.

At the same time, another cavalry marching with torches appeared on the Zhangba grassland outside the Zhangjiakou exit.

Zhai Zhe was anxious when he was committed to adultery from afar. He was most afraid that Chahar would suffer serious losses when he was reckless and would lose the spirit of proactively challenging the Qing soldiers in the future. As the Mongolian troops were declining, every cavalry was the treasure in the heart of the Khan. (To be continued)
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