Chapter 773 The Cunning Dayan Manboje!

Chapter 773

Dayan Manpoje is calmer than expected, which is not a good sign. However, the more Dayan Mangboje was like this, the more Wang Chong wanted to get rid of him. A person who acts crazily but is calm at the same time is definitely Datang's great enemy.

For the sake of Qixi as a whole, and for the sake of Zhongtu, no matter what, we must find a way to get rid of him.

"Moo!"

While thinking, suddenly, a strange roar came from the opposite side. On the battlefield where the horses were neighing and the atmosphere was chilling, this roar was extremely harsh.

"Um?"

Wang Chong's heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly looked up. I saw that the opposite was vast like the sea, and the overwhelming Uzbek army was suddenly in commotion. And just in front of all the Uzbek army, far away, Dayan Mangpoje took a deep look at Wang Chong, a strange light flashed in his eyes, he suddenly pulled the reins, turned the horse's head, and disappeared instantly. In the army.

"Master Hou, something is wrong, this voice is not a war horse!"

Aside, Xu Keyi suddenly interjected. It stands to reason that the two armies are fighting, and both sides are riding horses, so there should be no sounds other than war horses, but the sound just now, no matter what, is definitely not war horses.

"It's definitely not a war horse!"

Wang Chong said in a deep voice, with a serious expression on his face. Xu Keyi only heard something was wrong, but Wang Chong had already heard what it was:

"That's from the Tibetans of Uzbekistan..."

"Boom!"

As if responding to Wang Chong's voice, suddenly, the earth shook, and a loud noise came from the opposite side. In the eyes of everyone, more than 2,000 feet away, the vast Uzbek army was separated like waves, and right in the middle of the army, there were tens of thousands of black yaks, roaring and moving their hooves. , pointing the pointed horns in the direction of the city of steel, galloping away at full speed.

"well!"

Tens of thousands of black yaks stretched their muscles, and their moos sounded one after another, forming one piece, like ocean waves. And behind them, billowing smoke and dust rose into the sky. In an instant, everyone's expressions changed.

"Lord Hou!"

In an instant, everyone's expressions changed, and they all looked at Wang Chong.

It was a good cavalry battle, no one thought that the Uzbek Tibetans would actually use this kind of strategy. Those buffaloes grew up in a plateau environment, and each of them was huge, with sharp horns and bulging muscles. When they collided at such extreme speed, each of them might have a strength of nearly a thousand catties.

Thousands of plateau horns rushed in along the cracks in the high wall, and I was afraid that the first wave would cause chaos on my side.

"Master Hou, all these buffaloes have blocked their ears!"

Cheng Sanyuan also spoke suddenly, with an anxious expression on his face.

He participated in the Southwest War with Wang Chong. At that time, Ge Luofeng also used the giant elephants in the Mengshezhao jungle to charge, but at that time, Wang Chong used the "lion's roar" to scare them away. In turn, the Mongolian-Ukrainian coalition forces were thrown into chaos.

But this time it doesn't work, the cow has extremely long and thick body hair, which covers the ears, and the effect of the sound is greatly weakened. But now, all the cows have their ears blocked with things.

Obviously, Dayan Mangpoje and the others had absorbed the lessons of the Southwest War and were prepared for this move in advance.

The wind was howling, and the atmosphere was extremely tense, and every sound of the ox charging seemed to be stepping on the hearts of everyone. In an instant, everyone's eyes subconsciously looked at Wang Chong.

...

"That kid from the Wang family, I'm afraid he's going to die this time!"

In the distance, Fumeng Lingcha was also observing the battlefield. Although Fumeng Lingcha himself hated that Dayan Mangpoje to the bone, wishing he could kill him with his own hands. But Fumeng Lingcha also had to admit that this Uzang lunatic was indeed a bit powerful.

If the other generals of Uzang had an advantage in numbers, they would charge regardless. The dead Buluhu was the best example.

But Dayan Mangpoje is different.

He looks crazy, cranky, and acts completely out of the ordinary. But it happened to be thoughtful and terrifying. Bai Xiongbing, plus 40,000 to 50,000 soldiers and horses, under such an overwhelming victory, he can still endure it. And tens of thousands of cattle were called in to help out, acting as forwards.

This kind of meticulousness, in exchange for Fumeng Lingcha, in Wang Chong's situation, there is no reason for him to survive.

The only way for Wang Chong to retreat now is to retreat quickly through the triangle gap and return to Wushang. But once he did this, the eight or nine thousand city builders behind him would become dead souls under the horseshoes of Uzbek Tibetans. If that kid really dared to do this, Fumeng Lingcha would be able to read the scriptures and participate in his death.

"Hey, you can still live if the sky does evil. This is self-inflicted evil, you can't live!"

Fumeng Lingcha sneered, and looked at the direction of Wang Chong and the five thousand black-scarred cavalry as if looking at a dead man. He didn't have the slightest sympathy for Wang Chong. Now that you dare to enter the plateau beyond your own strength, any consequences you will incur are predictable. What's more,...this kid dares to fight against himself!

"My lord, look!"

While he was thinking, a sudden exclamation came from his ear. Fumeng Lingcha's eyelids twitched slightly, and when he raised his head, he saw a sudden change in the distance. Just after the first wave of cattle consumption, thousands of special cavalry suddenly rushed forward in Dayan Mangpoje's camp.

These cavalrymen have a large white cloth bag on the left and right sides. Riding on the horse one by one, they put their hands into the pockets, grabbed a handful of things, and swung them hard. Swish, in an instant, countless white powders soared into the sky, and under the surge of air currents, a white "fog" was directly created on this plateau.

The speed of the airflow was extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye, it caught up with the galloping herd of cows and spread rapidly. In just a few breaths, the plateau was filled with white mist, and even Fumeng Lingcha couldn't see his movements clearly.

"Woo!"

The desolate and majestic horns of ox-consuming horns sounded, the earth shook, thousands of passionate horses neighed from the white mist, and Dayan Mangboje's army followed suit. At first it was trembling slightly, but it was only for a moment, and the sky was shaken immediately. I don't know how many Uzang cavalry charged forward.

"Buzz!"

At this moment, even Fumeng Lingcha couldn't help his eyelids twitching, and his face suddenly changed.

The cows were in the front, covered by the white mist, and then the army was behind, and Dayan Mangpoje attacked wave after wave. This kind of attack was like a raging wind and waves. It would only take one wave, and Wang Chong, together with the 5,000 black-scarred cavalry, and the 8,000 craftsmen behind him, would be wiped out.

"Notify He Baye, speed up the march! Enter the battlefield at any time."

Fumeng Lingcha suddenly turned around and said.

"Yes, my lord!"

An iron horse flies away. Dayan Mangbojie threw in the entire army and cut off Wang Chong in one wave. At this time, the formation was scattered, and it was also the best time for the Qixi Capital Guards to attack.

...

"Lord Hou!"

In the distance, a sense of uneasiness filled the void, and everyone was waiting for Wang Chong's decision.

The sound of the yak's charging was deafening, and even the voice of the yak was so close that it was difficult to hear it. Not only that, the white powder spread quickly, and the surrounding area was completely white, even the city of steel where they were located was affected. With Xu Keyi and Cheng Sanyuan's cultivation base, they can only see more than ten meters away.

The yaks, the white powder, and the tens of thousands of Uzbek cavalry in the rear... the entire Wushang cavalry was in a precarious situation.

Wang Chong didn't speak. Dayan Mangboje was even more difficult and terrifying than he had imagined. Dayan Mangboje looks crazy, but he is extremely careful. In order to deal with his beehives, he recruited a herd of yaks to fight.

Not only that, he also took advantage of the direction of the airflow, and found those white powders to artificially create a fog that filled the audience. This white mist made it difficult for Wang Chong's formation and formation to exert their power. Without a target, the cavalry was like headless chickens, and their power was greatly reduced.

More importantly, Uzang's army followed behind the yak formation, and their speed had soared. And if Wang Chong wanted to follow their example, he would have to rush out from behind the silver-white city of steel, and that would inevitably run into thousands of plateau yaks.

Under such circumstances, Wang Chong's iron cavalry had already lost more than half before he fought Dayan Mangboje.

No matter what, Dayan Mangboje had a problem for himself.

Wang Chong didn't speak. He could hear everyone's voices clearly. He could feel the anxiety of the army, but Wang Chong's face was always calm, without the slightest wave. Be calm.

No matter what strategy Dayan Mangboje uses, or what means he uses, he will never back down, let alone lose!

"Boom!"

The vibration of the earth became more and more violent, and each sound felt like stepping on his heart, one hundred feet, eighty feet, sixty feet... Thousands of yaks, which Dayan Mangboje acted as the vanguard, galloped As the distance got closer and closer, Wang Chong could even smell the special stench of the yaks through the white mist.

The atmosphere is getting tense.

"Hiss!"

Suddenly, Wang Chong twitched his nose twice, raised his head abruptly, and looked into the air. The white mist filled the whole field, and a strange feeling came to his heart.

"This taste...is barley powder!"

At the last moment, Wang Chong's eyes lit up and he suddenly laughed.

This is called, cleverness is mistaken by cleverness. In order to deal with himself, Dayan Mangboje used yaks and white powder. Originally, the best way to deal with himself was to use lime.

It's just a pity that there is not so much lime on the plateau, so Dayan Mangboje found highland barley powder as a substitute. Tibetans in Uzbekistan graze cattle and sheep, and grow highland barley. Highland barley is their only crop, and it is also the easiest thing to obtain as lime.

The idea is correct, but it's a pity that Dayan Manbojie met himself.

"Li Siye, pass down the order, the whole army dismounts, and upon hearing my order, all men and horses are ready to get down at any time!"

Wang Chong said suddenly, his eyes brightened.