Chapter 72: The Battle Formation of the Tatar Tribe
Chapter 72: The Battle Formation of the Tatar Tribe
Everyone present had already heard of the fierce reputation of the Naiman cavalry.
But I couldn't imagine it anyway.
Just a simple word "kill" was enough to throw the carefully selected soldiers of the royal court into disarray.
If we still praise the bravery of the royal soldiers at this time, it would be like deceiving ourselves.
Usar Khan sat in the half-open tent, witnessing this scene, with a hint of sadness in his eyes.
The weakening of the soldiers was something that should have been expected.
Until today's martial arts performance, the royal court had tried so hard to cover up the veil.
Usar Khan then felt that this reality was hard to accept.
Taking a deep breath, Usar Khan felt relieved.
He looked up at Dibaonu, his eyes full of anticipation.
He waved his hand gently and said lightly:
"Disperse! Soldiers like this are a disgrace to our royal court."
Upon hearing this, the land security slave bowed slightly, his face solemn, but a hint of joy could not be concealed in his eyes.
The performance of the royal soldiers became increasingly inadequate.
The more he proposed to train troops, the easier it would be to gain support.
He glanced at the Khan's wife and the faces of the court officials.
I found that most of them had gloomy faces and their eyes were full of dissatisfaction.
The more this happened, the happier Di Baonu felt.
He waved his hand lightly, and the messenger quickly spread the order everywhere.
The soldiers who had just stepped forward began to retreat slowly, and those who were originally preparing to go into battle also stopped moving forward.
Things have come to this point, and further martial arts performances would only add to the joke.
At this moment, Beiyuan Taiji Tianbao stepped forward, bowed slightly, and then said:
"Khan, the Tatar cavalry is currently resting in my tent.
Since this is a martial arts performance, why not let his men practice a bit, and also let the warriors of the royal court calm down their arrogance. "
Wusarhan frowned slightly, a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes, and he glanced at Di Baonu.
But seeing that his face was calm, Usar Khan had no intention of pursuing the matter, and spoke in a deep voice:
"Let's practice this and let those arrogant and strong soldiers of the royal court see that there are always people who are better than you."
Tian Baonu smiled slightly, and then said:
"I have another unwelcome request.
I would like to invite His Highness Arsleng to compete with the Tatar cavalry to broaden the horizons of our soldiers."
When these words were spoken, everyone was shocked and looked at each other.
Many adults felt that this was inappropriate, but a hint of joy flashed across the eyes of the land security slave.
He was previously wondering how to make the two groups fight each other in a reasonable manner.
Since Tian Baonu took the initiative to propose it, Di Baonu would naturally not miss this opportunity.
His face was heavy, and he took a step forward.
He bowed slightly to Usar Khan and the princess, showing respect:
"Khan, the warriors of the Tatar tribe returned to the camp last night.
It is inevitable that I feel a little tired. Considering the friendly relations between the two countries,
I think that martial arts performances are fine, but wooden swords must be used so as not to hurt the harmony.
Moreover, His Highness Arsleng and General Borshu had experienced the battles of the Ming army together, and their friendship was deep.
If we allow them to fight with swords and weapons, it would make our royal court look petty.”
Tianbaonu frowned slightly, with a hint of doubt in his eyes.
As far as he could remember, this was the first time that Dibaonu agreed with what he said.
Usar Khan thought about it and shook his head slowly:
"If you want the warriors of the royal court to see themselves clearly,
So they arranged for Borshu and Arisleng to fight against the royal soldiers respectively, and only the winner could compete with each other. "
At this point, Usar Khan smiled:
"I will not let the warriors fight in vain. The winner will be crowned as a general of my court.
A hundred taels of gold, a hundred cattle and sheep, and a hundred slaves."
After hearing this, Lu Yunyi frowned slightly, looking thoughtful. The royal court was in even more financial difficulty than he had imagined.
"Arsleng, what do you think?"
Lu Yunyi, who was thinking, heard Usar Khan's voice.
Without hesitation, he dismounted:
"Arsleng is now homeless, but fortunately he has been given shelter by the royal court, and now has a place to stay.
I will obey the orders of the Second Prince and the Khan without error."
"Good! Where is Borshu?" Usar Khan showed satisfaction on his face and looked behind Tianbaonu.
Wu Fuliu was not as humble as Lu Yunyi, but rather arrogant.
He sat on his warhorse and nodded gently:
"The Tatars have been on good terms with the royal court for generations, and Borshu should obey the Khan's orders."
Wu Fuliu's voice was cold, with an indifference that kept people at a distance, and his behavior was quite disrespectful.
But Usar Khan did not seem angry. Instead, he looked at Tianbaonu and Dibaonu:
"Select one hundred of your most elite soldiers and have them demonstrate the bravery of the Tatars and Naimans."
"Yes!"
The two princes had flames burning in their eyes as they looked at each other without showing any sign of weakness.
Although it was called a martial arts performance, it actually became a contest between the two princes.
This made many court officials present look strange and have their own thoughts in their minds.
Lu Yunyi returned to his warhorse, taking in everyone's gazes, his heart sank.
Regarding the contradictions and confrontations between the two princes,
Lu Yunyi was already certain in his heart that it was Usar Khan who did it on purpose.
He used the fight between the two princes to cover up the many shortcomings of the royal court.
The many court officials present were so deeply involved that they had no time to look after other things, and they also restrained each other.
Usar Khan sat on the sidelines and watched the fight between the two tigers, maintaining the fragile Northern Yuan Dynasty.
Judging from the contact over the past two days, Usar Khan is no different from an ambitious Khan.
He has impressive skills, but what makes Lu Yunyi even more wary is his mind.
It is not easy for an emperor to admit in public that his own soldiers are inferior to those of other troops.
Lu Yunyi thought as he urged his horse forward.
He left behind Dibaonu and went straight to the edge of the training ground to replace the wooden sword.
The same was true for Wu Fuliu on the opposite side. The two of them looked at each other silently and could see the smile in each other's eyes.
Liu Heiying came up and whispered, "Brother Yun'er, is this a real fight or a fake one?"
Lu Yunyi shrugged and said:
"We must go all out and show them our bravery.
This way our time in the royal court will be smoother.
As for the result, it was defeat."
Hearing these words, Liu Heiying showed no disappointment on his face.
Instead, he showed an irrepressible excitement, his eyes were filled with fighting spirit, and he licked his lips lightly:
"My brothers all say that Wu Fuliu is brave, but no one says that I am brave.
Today, we will take this opportunity to see who is braver between us!"
Lu Yunyi's face showed a strange expression, and he thought to himself, this is true.
The military and the people of Gyeongju always refer to Liu Heiying as "the fat black guy".
Now that he had been promoted, a few soldiers still called him "Mr. Black", which made Liu Heiying so angry that he scratched his ears and cheeks.
Soon, the two princes came slowly with their selected soldiers.
There are not many people, about a hundred or so.
These soldiers were wearing armor and had calm eyes.
They exuded the calmness of having experienced battles, and these soldiers were clearly different from the previous show-offs.
Lu Yunyi understood and looked up at the many adults in front of him.
I think they took out all the toughest soldiers they had.
Even though the royal court was weak, there were nearly 200,000 people in the entire camp, so it was very easy to select two hundred brave soldiers.
At this time, the land security slave smiled and asked:
"Taiji, may I ask who goes first?"
Tian Baonu also smiled and said without hesitation: "I am the elder brother, so naturally I will go first."
He waved his hand, looked at Wu Fuliu, and said with a smile:
"General Bolshu, please,
If you can let the officials in the court and the Khan see your bravery, then borrowing troops won't be a problem."
Wu Fuliu nodded slightly, his voice cold:
"Please rest assured, Taiji."
Wu Fuliu shook the reins of his horse and led his subordinates to one side of the parade ground, waiting there quietly.
Di Baonu waved his hand, and the hundred or so soldiers he selected did the same and walked to the other side of the parade ground.
The adults present began to whisper to each other.
With a ferocious smile unique to gamblers on his face, his eyes kept glancing at the two soldiers.
The ground guard suddenly felt nervous, and sweat appeared on his palms unconsciously. He said with a hint of anxiety:
"Arsleng, these soldiers are all your personal soldiers, and they are all brave.
Now I borrow it to use, I wonder if I can win?"
Lu Yunyi was not polite and said directly:
"Your Highness, personal courage alone is not enough.
Victory in battle depends on the tacit cooperation between soldiers.
Even if these hundred soldiers are brave, they can't defeat a whole team of 100 men." Di Baonu sighed and nodded slightly:
"May this battle serve as a warning to the lords of the royal court."
At this moment, the loud shout of the messenger broke the silence, and the desolate sound of the horn resounded through the sky!
"start!"
Many dignitaries stretched their necks, their eyes full of expectation, and Usar Khan also sat up straight.
This is the royal court, and they still hope that their soldiers can win.
Wu Fuliu brandished his long sword, and as the horn sounded,
His eyes became firm in an instant, and his body rushed out as swiftly as an arrow.
The horses galloped, their hooves thundering, stirring up a cloud of dust.
The faces behind him were resolute and cold.
There was a flash of contempt and murderous intent in his eyes, like a black storm sweeping over.
The team of more than a hundred people exuded a crazy and wild aura like that of wild beasts, which made the faces of the people present change.
No, the Tatar cavalry is different from the royal soldiers when they are stationary.
Now that he is charging forward, his momentum has reached a new level and is completely different from just now!
It was just a charge of a hundred people, but everyone present seemed to be able to see the blood mist filling the air, bringing them back to the long-lost battlefield.
The Royal Court Cavalry, on the other hand, was calm and solemn at first, but once they charged in, they became confused.
Although they were equally powerful, they were far inferior to the Tatar cavalry.
"The defeat is certain."
A minister who had experienced many battles spoke coldly, with a trace of unwillingness in his eyes.
On the parade ground, a distance of a hundred feet passed in a flash, and the soldiers on both sides collided heavily!
The next moment, more than one adult frowned.
The Tatar cavalry's tactics were rather strange.
Borshu was the first, followed by two soldiers, and then three...four more.
The battle formation of more than a hundred people seemed to form a sharp feather arrow at this moment.
Without any hindrance, he penetrated into the army of a hundred men of the royal court!
Many people looked at each other with frowns, as everything that happened in the field made them feel confused and uncertain.
Borshu did not kill on the battlefield by himself as everyone expected.
Instead, he made the simplest swing to block the long sword coming from the front!
But slowly, everyone saw the clues and couldn't help but look horrified!
After 'Bo Shu' blocked the long sword,
The two soldiers behind him will come up soon.
If there is another long sword coming down, then use your sword to block it.
If not, he would chop the long sword at the soldier whose long sword was previously blocked by 'Borshu'.
The soldiers behind him did the same thing, and amid the clanging,
The Tatar soldiers rushed through with ease, like arrows piercing flesh and blood!
The results of the battle were also remarkable. More than ten soldiers of the royal court had fallen to the ground.
Or covering the chest, or covering the abdomen,
They were slashed by more than one long sword,
Even the wooden sword caused them to feel severe pain all over their bodies and their blood boiled.
What surprised the people present was that after the "feather arrow" passed through his body,
They did not stop, but drew a big circle in front of them.
Reorganize the team and charge again, without giving anyone time to breathe.
What just happened happened again in the blink of an eye.
The 'feather arrow' once again pierced through the stationary army formation.
This time, at least thirty people fell to the ground.
And among the soldiers led by 'Borshu', not even one fell!
At this point, even the civil servants who didn't know much about military affairs could see the outcome clearly.
If they launch another charge, this army of more than a hundred people of the royal court will be completely wiped out.
I lost, and lost too easily.
So much so that many people didn't react.
The two simple attacks took only a cup of tea.
If it were on the battlefield, it might even be simpler.
After the first charge, the corpses scattered all over the ground made the soldiers lose the will to fight.
On the parade ground, Wu Fuliu tightened the reins of his horse without blushing or beating his heart, and slowly stopped.
He glanced at the fallen soldiers with a rather indifferent look.
He looked at the wooden sword in his hand again, feeling a little regretful.
Soon, he led his soldiers out of the training ground and returned to one side.
He bowed towards Tianbaonu and Usarhan without saying a word, his arrogance not concealed at all.
However, the many soldiers and officials present no longer had any dissatisfaction, but instead secretly admired him.
That’s how it is on the grassland, the strong will always be strong.
Dibaonu also reacted at this moment.
Turning his head to look at the relaxed 'Arisleng',
I just felt my lips dry and my throat was surging.
Only then did he truly understand what it meant to say "personal bravery is not worth mentioning".
"Arsleng, can you...can you win?"
Seeing the bravery of 'Borshu', the previously confident Dibaonu began to have doubts in his heart and couldn't help asking questions.
Lu Yunyi looked solemn and sighed:
"Do your best!"
Seeing that Di Baonu looked apprehensive, Lu Yunyi decided to reveal more to him, and said:
"Second Prince, what you are seeing now is just the coordination of more than a hundred people.
Once the number of people is expanded to thousands, the battle formation will become more complicated, especially the Ming battle formation.
Small flags, general flags, 100-man teams, 1,000-man teams, layer by layer, the combat mission is detailed to every soldier,
They cooperate with each other to form a whole.
The charge was chaotic, but each centurion had its mission.
In a charge, if five out of ten centurions complete their assigned duties, the battle is won."
The fear on the ground slave's face deepened, and his breathing became heavier.
He raised his head, looked at Lu Yunyi with burning eyes, and said solemnly:
"Arsleng, you have fought against the Ming army and know how powerful they are.
You must help me to train the soldiers of the royal court.
At least we can resist it and not be defeated once it comes into contact with us."
Lu Yunyi looked serious, nodded slightly, and then rode forward, heading straight for the training ground.
Not long after, he turned around and smiled:
"Second Prince, please watch me fight first."
A sense of confidence suddenly emerged in Dibaonu's heart.
A smile broke out on his face, his eyes were determined, and he nodded vigorously!
But when he saw Arisleng alone with more than fifty people, he suddenly felt worried for no reason and asked on tiptoe:
"Let's make it up to 100 people."
Lu Yunyi did not answer, but raised his hands with his back and waved gently.
Cavalry battles focus on the overall situation.
If some grassland soldiers are mixed in, the number of people will increase, but the combat effectiveness will be weakened.
With the Tatar cavalry as an example,
Many of the grassland people present have lost their aspirations and just hope to lose as little as possible.
What's more, some adults have been secretly betting on the cavalry performances between the Tatar and Naiman tribes.
As for the more than one hundred soldiers on the field, they were already defeated in their eyes.
Standing on the parade ground, Lu Yunyi looked at the soldiers ahead.
I was keenly aware of some of the fear in them,
He shook his head slightly, and then shouted provocatively at Tianbao Nu:
"Your Highness Taiji, these soldiers of yours are so scared that they are about to wet their pants."
The veins on Tianbao's forehead were throbbing, and he couldn't help but clench his fists tightly.
hateful! !
Seeing him like this, a cold light flashed across Lu Yunyi's eyes, revealing a faint murderous intent.
He squinted at the wooden sword in his hand, sneered, and turned to Liu Heiying:
"Black Eagle, do you think this wooden sword can kill people?"
Liu Heiying thought about it carefully and said: "Yes, but you have to use more force."
Lu Yunyi was very satisfied and nodded.
He gently turned the wooden sword in his hand over, revealing its broad blade, and said:
"Take your men and use the blade of your knife to deal with them. Remember to use all your strength and hit them on the thighs."
A trace of doubt flashed across Liu Heiying's eyes.
But Brother Yuner slapped the blade on his thigh and explained:
"Right here, hitting their chests could cause their internal organs to shift and rupture.
He might die tragically on the spot, which would be undignified.
It is more secretive to attack here. They may die after an hour or even several hours.
Remember to use your strength and hit the inside."
Although Liu Heiying didn't understand why, he wrote it down. It was very simple for him.
Lu Yunyi thought about it and decided to explain:
"The most important blood vessels in the thigh are located on the inner side of the thigh.
Once this place is broken, even gods cannot save it.
Likewise, there are countless meridians and blood vessels on the outside.
If it can be broken with one blow, it will cause extensive subcutaneous bleeding.
If it is not treated in time, the person will die.”
As he said this, Lu Yunyi smiled:
"Maybe in half an hour or an hour,
In short, we must do our best to collect some interest for the brothers who died first. "
Liu Heiying narrowed his small eyes, a cold frost flashed in them, and he nodded vigorously.
"it is good!"
(End of this chapter)