Chapter 3                                                              

This is an encounter.

Both sides had long expected the arrival of both sides.

But neither side expected that when the two sides collided, the fight would be so tragic.

Zhou Shangwen watched the formation and made a decision without saying a word. He said, "Ma Fang, a few miles eastward is Caojiazhuang. You immediately take all the cannons to occupy the Zhuangzi. You don't need to intervene in the battle here. Zhao Da, aren't you going to be a pioneer? Altan's banner is there."

It is not right to say that it is a big banner, it is the Sulu ingot left by Genghis Khan.

It also represents the location of the Khan.

Zhao Da glanced at him and said that if there were more than ten thousand people, it would be boundless. Looking from a distance, except for the Mongolian army, it was also the Mongolian army. He only felt that the opposite was not an army, not an ocean. An ocean composed of people.

Whether it was said that Zhao Da was not smart or that he was as mental as iron, he didn't say a word, and ran away with a long spear in his hand, crossed all the Ming troops and rushed in front. Zhou Shangwen waved his hand, and the Ming troops from all over the Ming troops used Zhao Da as the arrow to form a large arrow formation.

The Tartar cavalry were not fools, they rushed over like waves.

Smoke and dust rose everywhere, and yellow sand was blocked everywhere. For a moment, the smoke and dust raised by the horse's hooves surpassed the wind and sand in the northwest.

In an instant, people understood why the ancient battlefield was called the battlefield. Because the smoke and dust generated by the trampling of countless cavalrymen was even more terrifying than the real sandstorm.

Zhou Shangwen still had a hint of selfishness in his heart.

This selfishness is to protect Ma Fang, and with Ma Fang's courage, he can be the first of the army. Just the first of the army, so naturally the most brave generals in the army can do it. But the problem is that the army's fighting is not a legend. No matter how powerful a person's martial arts are, it is difficult to preserve it in the battlefield where the fiercest fighting is.

Being a pioneer has the greatest contribution, but it is also the most likely to fall into the formation and never get out again.

Although Ma Fang is a brave general, his potential is not just a brave general. So he left Ma Fang's troops as a reserve team.

Zhou Shangwen knew that Datong had few soldiers, but now there were only 30,000 cavalry, and there were no more. Although each of the Tartars was not as good as Datong soldiers, there were many people. Zhou Shangwen had visually estimated that more than 100,000 cavalry, so it was not clear how much it was. First, more than 100,000 has exceeded the limit of human visual inspection. Second, Zhou Shangwen only needed to know that it would be better for the Tartars to exceed 100,000. Because more or less, it was meaningless to Zhou Shangwen.

Therefore, this battle will have to swell the momentum of the enemy from the beginning, and the subsequent war will only be able to fight. There must be a good start, otherwise there will be no need to fight the subsequent war.

And Altan has so many scheming to lure Zhou Shangwen out, so he is naturally prepared.

In this way, the battle between the two sides was unprecedentedly fierce.

How tragic it was? This battle was not ordered by the commanders of both sides to withdraw the troops, but the soldiers on both sides spontaneously stopped fighting.

In just two hours, a layer of corpses were laid near the official road. No? It was meat paste.

Because during the war, no matter whether they live or die, once they are caught, they will be stepped on by countless horse hooves, and instantly turn into a ball of meat paste. They cannot recognize who is who they are? If the body is a little complete, you can still tell whether it is the Ming army or the Tartars. But more often, it is just a ball of rotten meat, wrapped in some clothes, and without careful observation, you will not know which side the person is from.

They only have one name, and that is the dead.

Altan was furious about this scene. Because of the battlefield, it was impossible for 100,000 people to enter the battlefield at once, and they rarely use such a large battlefield. Before Altan's rear army could use it, they stopped fighting in front. He immediately summoned various troops to ask what was going on?

As a result, he called over and saw that there was almost no face he knew. Altan asked sternly: "Are you Taiji?"

Taiji is Beile, and it is also called the leader of a Mongolian department.

A voice lowered, "Dead."

When Altan looked, he saw a person standing in the corner. He didn't care. After all, how could anyone not die in a war? He said, "Other Taiji?"

"Die." These people spoke one after another and said one after another.

Altan was stunned.

The leaders of each Mongolian tribe. Each tribe has uneven strengths, with the most ten thousand cavalry, and the few hundred cavalry. Generally speaking, every Mongolian general is the head of a tribe. They are the backbone of the Mongolian army. If one or two dies, just let the descendants succeed.

So many people died in one go. Some were unexpected.

Altan asked, "Who Taiji survived?"

Stumbled into silence.

Altan immediately understood. Almost all the Mongolian generals died in battle, and the Mongolian tribes lost their command system. They didn't know what to do? It was just this result that Altan could not believe it.

Altan suffered heavy losses.

Zhou Shangwen may not be better either.

Zhao Da was covered in bandages, and blood was always seeping out of the bandages. He knelt on the ground and said, "General, my subordinates are guilty. The eldest and second sons I saw were caught off guard and only brought this back." Zhao Da raised a helmet over his head with both hands.

Zhou Shangwen is very familiar with this helmet, which is the second helmet.

Their armor was very well-made, and ordinary generals could not afford this. The three brothers and one of them were all very fond of. They all cherished this armor very much. When they had no time, they would use oil to maintain it. It was as smooth as new as the copper color on it, and the copper color on it seemed like golden light.

Then at this moment, there was a deep depression in the middle of the helmet. It seemed that some heavy weapon was smashed down, which should be heavy weapons such as iron whip and iron mace. However, I think the Tartars didn't use much, and it was more likely to be heavy weapons commonly used by the Mongols such as maces or flails.

Zhou Shangwen looked at the blood in his helmet and knew that if a person was hit by this, he would definitely not survive.

He has seen many life and death for many years. He has never changed his face. But at this moment, his body shook slightly, feeling his legs become weak, and he can only stand firm with gritted teeth.

He has three sons. Each of them has taught them to arch, horse, horse, horse, shooting, and kill the enemy since childhood. This is because this is the fate of the general. Zhou Shangwen's ancestor was an intermediate officer of the garrison. For many years, he has been fighting in the army, whether his ancestors followed Taizu Chengzu, or now he is following today.

He felt that his own son must be the same.

At this moment, he suddenly felt regretful. He thought to himself: "Maybe I should have asked him to study and take the Jinshi exam. It has nothing to do with success or not. Can't my family still afford to support a few poor people?"

"Second brother." Zhou Junzuo knelt on the ground and cried loudly.

Zhou Shangwen suddenly pulled out his emotions from his weakness. The role of his father quickly retreated, and the only thing left was the iron-blooded commander. He knew that he could not use a trace of weakness at this time. He raised his kick and kicked Zhou Junzuo aside. He scolded and said, "Why are you crying? You didn't go see it, are you the tablets of the ancestral hall? How many people from my Zhou family died like this? What's the use of crying? A man shed blood and did not cry. Put away your cat urine, grab your knife, take revenge, rely on your knife, not your tears."

But how could Zhou Junzuo just say he could just stop?

Zhou Shangwen held his helmet tightly and said, "It's good to die. How can a man and a real man die on the bed? For us military people, this is the best way to die." Then Zhou Shangwen pulled Zhao Da again and said, "Get up, why is this your fault? My son is the son, will other soldiers have no parents?"

"How can my son not die?"

Even so, Zhou Shangwen couldn't help but burst into tears as he spoke. After all, he had grown from a small meat dumpling little by little to become a good man who is now in the killing field. He spent most of his life in Zhou Shangwen. He didn't have the other half of his life.

Zhao Da was still a little ashamed and said, "General."

Zhou Shangwen said: "No need to say it. Today you are the first in the entire army. You are urging the enemy to attack Zhengrui, which is the first contribution in this battle. Everyone. Today, the Tartars are several times more than me. And our army still breaks the army here. What does it prove? It proves that the Tartars are just a matter of being powerful. The so-called Tartars' horse army is just relying on many horses. My Iron Cavalry of the Ming Dynasty is invincible in the world."

"If you can defeat them once today, you can defeat them a hundred times. What kind of courage does the defeated general under the Tartars?"

After hearing Zhou Shangwen's words, the generals cheered up.
Chapter completed!