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- Wang Fuchen, that unlucky guy, was thrown directly to the Heilongjiang River Basin because he had fought with the Cossacks.
With 500 cavalry and 1,000 infantry, he was stationed at the confluence of Heilongjiang and Songhua River. Those thousand infantrymen, even new recruits, would be dragged out to fight the Cossacks after training.
Although there are not many soldiers, his military rank is very high. He is directly a "major general" and is also in charge of civil affairs along the Heilongjiang River.
Luo Yuheng, who took over the position of Wang Fuchen, was a fierce man who was born in Jiangsu martial arts. He once killed Man Dahai's son Leng Saiyi with a mace.
Wang Tingchen, the commander of the Liaoning cavalry division, rushed to the left flank with 3,000 cavalry, as if he wanted to rescue a besieged dragoon. The second younger brother of "Zhasak Tuhan" Wangshuk, led the army to fight with Wang Tingchen.
Luo Yuheng was so lucky that he was actually facing Zasaktuhan himself.
The two sides shot bows and arrows at each other, moving towards the battlefield on the right in a very tacit understanding. Relying on the large number of soldiers, Wangshuke shot two arrows, and then led the troops to charge, and sent another thousand cavalry to circle around Luo Yuheng's side.
Regardless of the enemies on the side, Luo Yuheng raised his iron mace and charged to the death.
The mixed-blood war horse under its crotch galloped wildly, getting closer and closer to the enemy. Luo Yuheng took out the drawn hand crossbow and shot at the enemy in front of him, but unfortunately, the shot hit the opponent's armor and did not cause fatal damage.
"Hey!"
A mace swung out and hit the Khalkha cavalryman's chest, and the chain mail on the opponent's chest was obviously dented.
"Pfft!"
There was no visible trauma at all, but the Khalkha cavalry spewed blood, as if all his strength had been exhausted, he could not hold the weapon with his right hand, and let go of the reins with his left hand.
The Khalkha cavalry next to him stabbed with a single shot.
Luo Yuheng leaned over to dodge, the spear tip pierced the armor of the neck guard, and slid to the outside along the armor. He got up quickly, and smashed out another mace, hitting another enemy's weapon in front of him. The cavalry was knocked out of his scimitar, and was stabbed to death by the following Datong cavalry.
"Protect the Khan!"
Seeing Luo Yuheng rushing towards him, Wangshuke's personal guards exclaimed loudly, and immediately came over with two riders trying to stop him.
At this time, the charging speed has slowed down, and they are all loose formations of traditional cavalry. Datong cavalry and Khalkha cavalry are fighting together. Luo Yuheng smashed the arm of a Mongolian guard, and he was stabbed in the left chest, but the armor protected him without even a flesh injury.
"Crack!"
Luo Yuheng smashed Wangshuke's spear unexpectedly.
This guy is one of the three khans of Khalkha, and he doesn't pay much attention to Chahun Dorji, but at this moment, Luo Yuheng is so frightened that his vest feels cold. He asked his personal guards to block the enemy, and passed dangerously through the formation, no longer thinking about fighting, and galloped towards the edge of the battlefield.
He is going to flee back to Mobei, and never come to Monan again!
More than half of the cavalry under Wangshuk's command are still fighting, and they don't even know that their khan has escaped.
? On another battlefield, Wang Yaochen, Chief Propaganda Officer of the Liaoning Cavalry Division, led the troops to charge well, but the horse lost his balance when he stepped on the corpse. He fell down with the horse, and the horse got up quickly, but Wang Yaochen was stepped on the arm, and was stepped on by his own cavalry
"Mr. Protect!"
Mr. is the honorific title for the mission officer in the military.
Fortunately, the horses were not fast during the melee of the cavalry, and the Datong cavalry around them fought bravely, and the subordinates helped Wang Yaochen, who had a broken right arm, onto the horse again.
"Kill the enemy and serve the country, leave me alone!"
Wang Yaochen was sweating profusely from the pain. He had a broken right arm and was unable to fight. He could only hold the reins and continue to charge forward surrounded by his subordinates.
After such a delay, the Datong cavalry began to be at a disadvantage.
In order to protect Wang Yaochen, a cavalry regiment commander died. This is the highest-ranking general of the Datong Army killed so far in this battle.
"Boom!"
Chahun Dorji personally led the main cavalry and rushed directly towards Fei Ruhe's Chinese army.
Of course, after moving forward for a certain distance, Chahun Dorji stopped and let his younger brother Dunduobu lead the charge instead of him.
On the side of the Datong Army, Fei Ruhe did not come in person either.
Zhang Tieniu didn't care so much, anyway, Fei Ruhe became the interim coach. This guy has been in Hebei for several years and has been practicing his riding skills hard, and now he can finally come in handy.
Zhang Tieniu personally led the Yi cavalry, advanced slowly, and then accelerated slowly.
The two sides were getting closer and closer, and Chahun Dorji, who was parked behind, quickly saw something was wrong: "Why are those cavalry of the Han people so close together? How can the two armies confront each other without leaving a gap? Are you here to die?"
The wall charge of nearly ten thousand cavalrysp; The horse let out a mournful cry, accelerated forward and collided with the dragoon's war horse.
Even with the man and the horse, Chahun Dorji fell down. The rear guards did not brake in time, and the horse's hoof stomped hard on Chahun Dorji's chest.
Li Dingguo, who had already rushed in front of him, looked at the body of the enemy coach, and suddenly he was a little speechless.
"Chasing and killing the enemy!"
Without the credit for breaking the formation, Li Dingguo vented his anger on those Khalkha defeated soldiers.
The whole army chased for more than a hundred miles, and then retreated one after another.
It's not that I don't want to chase, but before the war, the Datong Army was exhausted because of the long-distance pursuit. Afterwards, they fought fiercely for a long time, and the horses had reached their limit, and the forced pursuit would definitely exhaust the horses to death.
In this battle, more than 47,000 enemies were killed, more than 8,000 enemy soldiers were captured, and countless people, livestock, and food were captured. Those Khalkha cavalrymen who escaped were not feeling well, because it was about to snow, and they didn't know how many people were frozen to death on the way. And there was no food, and many people had to starve to death along the way.
Our own casualties were also quickly counted: 3,251 Datong troops were killed, 704 were seriously injured, and 5,633 were slightly injured. Two regiment leaders were killed. Wang Yaochen, chief missionary officer of the Liaoning Cavalry Division, had his right elbow broken by being trampled on, and he will definitely not be able to fight again in the future.
In addition, among the Mongolian cavalry who followed the Datong Army, the Chahar tribes suffered more than 3,000 casualties, the Bahrain tribes suffered hundreds of casualties (the patriarch died in battle), and the Horqin tribes suffered more than 2,000 casualties.
"Bring Lama Shixi here!" Fei Ruhe was furious.
"General, please spare me!"
Lama Shixi snotted and burst into tears, and was dragged and howled by the Datong soldiers.
Fei Ruhe gritted his teeth and said, "You first took refuge in Khalkha, and I allowed you to commit crimes and meritorious deeds, which is already a great forgiveness. When the two armies were in a decisive battle, your troops went away with one blow, and only dozens of people died. Fleeing from the battlefield for several miles, hundreds of nearby dragoons died! Someone, cut him down!"
With one blow, the head fell to the ground.
The leaders of the various Mongolian tribes yelled at this and felt that this person deserved to die. I fought bloody battles (in fact, I was also paddling), so why are you hiding? </div> - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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