Chapter 627 Fire Horse Formation

Master Yesen, who had devoted all his attention to the front battlefield, finally learned the news of Bayan Temur's defeat. His face was full of disbelief: "Five thousand elite soldiers were killed so quickly?"

How is it possible!

These are the grassland elites who all wear armor!

"It's magic, the Hu people cast magic!"

Yesen hurriedly asked: "Where are Shaman Bayantu and Master Sangjie? Didn't they take action? Could it be that even the two of them can't balance the Hu people's magic?"

"The two masters are still fighting with the monsters, but the enemy still has spare power."

"Still has spare power."

Yesen did not get angry, because he knew that the elites he sent to Bayan Temur were all his confidants. They were nominally under his command, but in fact they obeyed his orders.

In other words, even if Bayan Temur had always been unwilling to have an antagonistic relationship with the Ming Dynasty and belonged to the pro-Southern faction, it would be impossible and impossible for him to let go in such a critical battle.

"A small foreign delegation could cause such a disaster."

Instantly, Yesen seemed to have aged ten years, and his originally upright spine seemed to bend a little: "Could it be that my Great Yuan has really lost its destiny? Even if the Southern Dynasty emperor is as stupid as a pig, does destiny still want the Southern Dynasty to win?"

The saying of destiny has long been deeply rooted in the minds of these Tatars who have been extremely sinicized.

The vast majority of more pragmatic Tatars no longer have any hope for the revival of the Yuan court.

The staff around him hurriedly advised: "Your Majesty, Prince Huai, we still have the upper hand at the moment. The Southern Dynasty army is just resisting stubbornly and will not hold on for long. Don't be discouraged because of a temporary setback."

Yesen glanced at him, and his eyes bloomed again.

He, Choros Yesen, the great Grand Master Huai Wang, the general of the Wala tribe, and the ruler of the Northern Yuan Dynasty, would not be discouraged by a few thousand enemy troops: "Pass the order down, all troops should temporarily suspend the offensive. Don't those Ming troops think that those few thousand reinforcements can save them? Then, in front of them, first wipe out the reinforcements they are pinning their hopes on."

After defeating the five thousand Tatar cavalry who intercepted them, Jeanna led all the infantry and cavalry almost non-stop and continued to rush towards the Wala central army.

Jeanna knew one thing very well.

The most important goal of their trip was not to protect Losa, nor to protect anyone. Everyone could be sacrificed as long as the result was the death of either Choros Yesen or Zhu Qizhen.

This was discussed after the two met.

Of course, the best result is that Losa can participate in these two important kills, but if he really can't participate, it's fine.

According to Lothar's guess, although both of them have dragon luck, the ability of the dragon of luck is obviously auxiliary. For the last two places, he still prefers the higher dragons with stronger lethality.

But because he will face a fierce battle with the Saracens next, if he can meet the ten places of "bathing in dragon blood" at this time, it will undoubtedly be a great improvement for Lothar's personal strength.

Of course, no matter how big it is, it is not as big as Lavinia's advancement.

In short, it is a mentality of "I am lucky if I get it, and I am dead if I lose it", and I don't force it.

Following Yesen's order, a sturdy Tatar general led a team of well-equipped Qiexue elites to the front of the Zahu army marching with the thick fog.

These elite Qiexue troops are all Yesen's personal guards. They are composed of the sons of grassland nobles selected from the tribes that surrendered to Yesen. They act as hostages and are also a way for Yesen to win over the various tribes.

For example, when the chief of a tribe died, his eldest son was sent to the Qiexue Army, and the second son was kept by his side as the heir.

But as the real ruler of the Yuan court, Yesen would definitely prefer to let the eldest son who was raised by his side and highly tied to his own interests ascend the throne.

Moreover, the eldest son's foundation in the original tribe was unstable. Even if he sat on the position of the chief, he needed his support to sit firmly. The two complemented each other and relied on each other.

In this way, he could extend his tentacles to the various tribes below and greatly enhance his authority as the lord of the grassland.

Similarly, since they were all from noble families, the combat effectiveness and equipment level of these Qiexue troops can be imagined, and they are all top-notch.

"Shoot! Shoot arrows into the fog! Block those Semu miscellaneous Hu!"

The Tartar general ordered loudly. He saw it clearly just now. Bayan Temur was defeated by the demon soldiers who suddenly jumped out of the fog: "These stupid Hu people think they are safe hiding in the fog, and our ears are not deaf!"

Listening to the sound to determine the position is just the basic skill of the grassland boys!

Those demon soldiers looked terrifying, but they were actually far inferior to real demons.

The Qiexue soldiers took off their horse bows and shot at the approaching horse hooves. Although they could not see the scene in the fog clearly, each of them seemed to have a picture of the enemies charging hard on horseback.

Whoosh——

Arrows rained down.

Thousands of Qiexue soldiers shot arrows one after another.

A burst of rapid, messy, and even terrified neighing suddenly came from the fog.

They were afraid!

They were angry!

Wait!

The Tartar general suddenly showed a trace of confusion on his face. Why didn't he hear even a scream from a living person after a round of arrow rain?

The next moment.

The burning horses, carrying heavy carriages, rushed out of the fog as if they came from hell.

Their hair was on fire, and the carriages were also burning with raging flames.

The Tartar general immediately thought of this word.

"Fire Bull Formation?"

Many nobles in the Yuan court had been seriously sinicized, and naturally there were quite a few who understood this allusion.

No, it was a Fire Horse Formation.

These crazy horses with their tails set on fire were carrying carriages full of gunpowder!

That was the gunpowder that had been stored in the Wugang carts of the Ming Dynasty's baggage train!

A terrifying explosion sounded.

For a moment, countless Qiexue soldiers were affected by the explosion and flew away.

Even some of those who were a little further away were frightened by their mounts and almost threw the riders off their horses.

The smoke had not yet dissipated.

A series of powerful and heavy arrows, along with heavy javelins, were shot out with a shrill whistle.

A Tartar cavalryman wearing heavy armor had no chance to react before he was pierced through the chest by an arrow. The arrow's residual force had not yet dissipated, and it actually hit another person in the chest, knocking him off his horse.

The shouts of killing gradually became clearer.

Then, from the smoke and fog, heavy infantrymen rushed out, taking off their heavy armor and carrying various weapons. They seemed to come from hell, with murderous auras all over their bodies, and rushed towards the nearest Tatar cavalry.

The Varangian Guards waved their battle axes and let out uneven war cries. As an elite heavy infantry, they could only play a few roles in the field battle. In this trial on the prairie, they could only be spectators.

At this moment, the fighting spirit accumulated in their chests had already boiled.

As for the heavy cavalry company led by the winged cavalry, it was like a torrent crashing into a reef. It was divided into two teams along the edge of the thick fog, one led by Hans and the other led by Jeanne, aiming directly at the white bull banner of the Wala people.