Volume 1: The Wind Rises in Tumubao Chapter 10 is about fighting the elite!
The battle lasted for half an hour, and the ground within a radius of several miles was covered in red.
Zhu Qizhen could not help but admire the Wala army because they did not flee despite being at a clear disadvantage and fought until the last man was killed.
The Ming army paid a heavy price in this battle, with more than 3,000 killed and over 10,000 injured.
However, in the eyes of Zhang Fu and others, such results were already very remarkable.
We were chased and beaten by the Wala people all the way, and today we finally got some revenge.
"Congratulations, Your Majesty! Our army has won a great victory!"
Zhu Qizhen's face showed no joy, but he said calmly: "It's too early to celebrate now. Pass the order down, assemble the whole army and launch a general attack on the Ala tribe immediately!"
With such a big commotion, Yesen will definitely take action, so there is no time to waste.
Zhu Qizhen's performance surprised Zhang Fu a little. He didn't expect that the emperor could remain so calm and composed after the great victory. Besides being surprised, he was more delighted from the bottom of his heart.
Judging from this battle alone, the emperor was able to command the battle with great confidence. He first used artillery to attack the enemy's center formation to disrupt the rhythm of the rear formation, and then used muskets to continuously attack the front formation to cause casualties. When the enemy's morale was severely frustrated, the five military camps launched a decisive battle. The whole process was done in one go without any drag.
This is the true dragon emperor of my Ming Dynasty!
If Emperor Xuanzong knew about this, he would probably rest in peace.
Zhang Fu's eyes were filled with tears. He clasped his fists and saluted, saying, "I obey your command!"
The order was passed down, and the Ming army quickly assembled and continued to march eastward.
These people had just experienced a great battle and didn't even have time to rest.
However, none of the soldiers in the formation complained about the hardship or tiredness, and everyone's face was full of fighting spirit.
In the past, it would have been almost impossible to win with infantry against cavalry.
Even if your number is ten times that of the enemy, the cavalry is highly mobile. If you cannot defeat them, you can just run away. How can you with two legs chase the enemy with four legs?
Therefore, as long as the battle is won, a casualty ratio of more than 1:1 can be considered a great victory.
But now, the casualty ratio is 3:8, and the cavalry they are facing are elite cavalry.
After this battle, all the soldiers in the army were like they had taken stimulants. So what if they were the elite? I am fighting against the elite!
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On the banks of the Guishui River, the Ala tribe’s camp.
"Master Zhiyuan, all the troops have been assembled and are just waiting for the order to attack!"
A La nodded, stood up and walked out of the tent.
Excluding the 8,000 cavalrymen taken away by Angkotu, there were more than 26,000 people in the camp. After gathering, it was a dark mass.
Over the years, there were constant wars between the tribes on the grassland, which gave rise to a large number of strong soldiers and generals. In contrast, the Ming army was in a state of luxury most of the time, lacking a sense of crisis, and the eunuchs interfered in politics, resulting in chaotic command, so that even the emperor who led army in person was still defeated.
Seeing that such a big piece of fat meat was about to be taken by Yesen alone, Ala could no longer hold back.
Now it is just what the Ming army wants to take the initiative. Angkotu leads 8,000 elite cavalry of the Tumed tribe to take the lead. It only takes a few rounds to break through the Ming army's formation and completely deprive it of its combat effectiveness.
Next , it’s time to harvest.
The soldiers had been guarding the banks of the Guishui River for so many days and could no longer wait. They were all in high spirits, and their faces showed an uncontrollable desire for war.
The Mongols are a nomadic people. In their eyes, war is equivalent to wealth. If they don’t fight, where will the supplies come from?
Therefore, every expedition is an opportunity to make a fortune.
If you were lucky enough to capture the emperor of the Ming Dynasty, you would wake up laughing in your dreams!
A'la, wearing a silver helmet and silver armor, stood in front of the formation, looking majestic.
"Warriors of all tribes!"
As a low but penetrating voice sounded, the soldiers on the parade ground began to quiet down and stare quietly at the leader in front of them.
"Did you hear the sound of artillery fire in front of us?" A'la swept his eyes over the crowd and continued, "That's Angkotu leading 8,000 elite cavalrymen from the Tumed tribe fighting the Ming army!"
Everyone began to whisper. Everyone knew that the Ming army was coming and was preparing for battle, but they didn't know that Angkotu had already attacked.
What was even more unexpected was that Ala actually handed over the Tumed tribe to Angkotu.
These eight thousand men are his trump card. This move means that Angkotu has officially become the successor of the right wing of the Oirat.
On the other hand, sending his own son to lead the charge was enough to show how much importance Ala attached to this battle.
"The little Southern Emperor sent himself to us, which means that the Eternal Heaven is looking after us..."
As they were talking, the sound of horse hooves was suddenly heard, and a scout came hurriedly.
"Report!"
The man looked nervous and had no time to care about Ala's pre-war mobilization. He rolled off the horse.
"Report to the Lord of the Court, there is Angkotu in front... He, he..."
Seeing the man gasping for breath, Ala said calmly, "Tell me slowly, what's the situation at the front?"
It was as he expected. Although it was 8,000 versus 80,000, Angkotu brought elite cavalry while the other side had only infantry. If the logistics troops were excluded, the number of troops that could actually fight was at most 50,000.
On the battlefield, if you and I each have 100,000 soldiers and horses, when the two armies fight, it is impossible for 100,000 people to spread out and fight each other. After all, the space is limited, and it is difficult for a large group of people to deploy a formation when they are crowded together.
Especially for cavalry, the more people the better, because the biggest advantage of cavalry is speed. If the number is too large, it will affect the performance of the entire team.
Therefore, a cavalry team of 8,000 people is already the limit. Normally, it will have no problem charging head-on against an infantry team of ten times its number.
The scout swallowed his saliva and said, "The 8,000 cavalrymen led by Angkotu...were all wiped out!"
Ala suddenly felt a buzzing in his head. Angkotu was defeated?
How can it be!
He grabbed the scout by the collar and asked tremblingly, "What...what did you say?"
"Our army was defeated, and all 8,000 cavalrymen of the Tumed tribe were wiped out!"
"Where's Angketu?" Ala asked hastily, looking pale. "How is Angketu?"
The scout shook his head and said nothing more.
A La felt the world spinning around him, muttering, "How is this possible? How is this possible..."
Whether it is the Han or Mongolian people, the cost of training an elite cavalry is not trivial. It is no exaggeration to say that it is a matter of money.
If the cavalry is fully formed, one can easily defeat ten or even a hundred enemies.
How could such a powerful cavalry unit be defeated so easily, and be defeated so thoroughly?
To put it another way, even if we really can't win, we can still run away. How could we possibly be wiped out?
A La only felt the blood surging in his chest, his eyes went dark, and his body fell straight back.
Several generals standing at the front of the team rushed forward to help. In the panic, someone brought over a chair, and everyone helped Ala sit down.
"Master Zhiyuan, what's wrong with you?"
Ala woke up slowly, but his eyes were blank, and then this blank look was replaced by hatred and anger.
He gnashed his teeth and said, "I will never avenge this..."
Boom!
He was just halfway through his words when he was suddenly interrupted by a muffled sound like thunder.
