On May 27, the 25th year of Chongzhen, Li Dingguo, who had obtained baggage supplies, officially sent troops to Hetuala.
Because the terrain of Hetuala is so narrow, there is no room for cavalry to operate.
So the infantry became the protagonists on the battlefield.
Li Dingguo arranged his infantry in a north-south formation and slowly advanced from west to east.
The cavalry was not idle either.
A portion of the cavalry stayed behind the infantry, ready to launch raids and pursuits at any time.
The remaining cavalry dismounted and went up the mountain to cooperate with the infantry to fight with the Jiannu for control of every hilltop.
"Report!" In the Jiannu vanguard camp, a scout ran to Xihan and said, "Your Excellency, the Ming army is attacking the hill to the north of our army."
Xihan stood up suddenly.
Before he could ask, another scout rushed in: "Your Excellency, the Ming army's infantry formation is slowly moving towards our camp."
After hearing these two pieces of news, Suksaha of the White Banner suggested: "Sir, the Ming army is coming aggressively, we should retreat quickly and join Prince Rui's main force."
Xihan snorted coldly: "The Ming army hasn't even started fighting yet, and you want to run away?"
"It's not a question of whether to fight or not, it's a question of how big the gap in strength is!" Suksaha argued, "The Ming army's infantry and artillery are in the front, advancing step by step. We have no room to display the strength of our cavalry, and we don't have artillery to fight against the Ming army. How can we possibly win?"
While Xihan was hesitating, Aobai stood up and asked the scout: "How many Ming troops are there attacking the mountain?"
"About a thousand."
After getting this answer, Aobai's confidence increased greatly.
He clasped his hands towards Xihan and said, "My lord, just give me 800 elite soldiers, and I can make the Ming army retreat."
"Eight hundred?" Xihan was stunned: "Are you sure it's not eight thousand but eight hundred?"
"Sure," Aobai explained, "The Ming army's infantry is indeed difficult to deal with, but every time before the Ming army sends out infantry, they will send troops to fight for the hills on both sides of the battlefield. In other words, as long as the Ming army on the mountain is repelled, the Ming army on the battlefield will stop attacking."
Xihan frowned and hesitated.
Suksaha sneered, "Aobai, now is not the time to show off. The Qing Dynasty urgently needs a victory to boost the morale of the army. Aren't you afraid of being defeated by only bringing 800 soldiers?"
Aobai snorted coldly: "I am different from you, I am Baturu of the Qing Dynasty!"
Suksaha was choked and speechless.
Since Oboi dared to say so, there must be a reason for it.
His title was third-class viscount and his official position was Bayalafu (dào).
The Bayala Banner, also known as the Personal Guard Camp, is the elite among the elite under the banner owner.
Oboi belonged to the Bordered Yellow Banner.
The Bordered Yellow Banner was the emperor's personal army.
It was precisely because of his ability and courage in fighting that Oboi was awarded the title of Baturu.
One can imagine the fighting power of him and his subordinates.
In order to regain his face after the defeat the day before, Xihan decided to let Oboi give it a try.
Oboi led 800 of his personal soldiers and rushed to the hill next to the camp.
At this time, the person commanding the battle on the top of the hill was Dou Mingwang.
After seeing the flag of the Bordered Yellow Banner, he immediately ordered Bolo's Plain Blue Banner to meet it.
The two sides started a bloody battle.
The Bordered Yellow Banner is indeed strong, but it has not yet reached the point of crushing the Plain Blue Banner.
The two sides fought for the hilltop.
at the same time.
The Ming army at the foot of the mountain had already arrived at the outskirts of Xihan’s camp.
When they were one mile away, the Ming army stopped.
Looking at the dozens of cannons in the Ming army's formation, the Jiannu soldiers did not dare to come out to fight.
They could only hide in the camp and shiver.
After the artillery was ready, Li Dingguo calmly ordered: "Fire!"
boom!
Dozens of red cannons fired at the same time.
The bullet turned into a shadow and smashed into the Jiannu camp.
Snap!
The fence, which was not very strong to begin with, was broken and smashed by the shells.
The Ming army did not take the opportunity to launch an attack, but continued to wait.
After a while, the artillery was reloaded.
The Ming army launched a second round of artillery fire.
After three consecutive rounds of artillery fire, the Ming army let out a deafening roar.
"The Ming army is mighty!"
"Kill! Kill the Jiannu and recover Liaodong!"
"The sun, the moon, the mountains and the rivers will last forever, and the Ming Dynasty will last forever!"
Amid the stunned expressions of countless Jiannu soldiers, the Ming army launched a charge.
The tanks were in the front, and all the arms except the artillery followed behind.
Even the firemen who were cooking joined the battle with spears in hand.
Cook?
What to cook?
The Jiannu people have already made preparations. As long as we capture their camp, we can steal their bowls, eat their food, and smash their pots!
Xihan could only hold on for a short while before he could no longer hold on and began to retreat.
Because he ran in such a hurry, he forgot one thing: to notify Oboi to escape together.
When Oboi discovered that Xihan was fleeing, the Ming army at the foot of the mountain had already cut off his retreat.
Oboi was surrounded by the Ming army.
Bolo originally intended to persuade Oboi to surrender, but Oboi directly started to break out.
Bolo had to lead his troops forward to stop Oboi.
Both sides fought for their lives and engaged in a desperate fight.
After a fierce battle, Oboi was hacked to death.
The rest dropped their weapons and surrendered.
Dou Mingwang took the defeated soldiers into his camp and marched non-stop to the next hill.
From early morning to dusk, the Ming army broke through the three defense lines of the Jiannu and pushed the battlefield seven or eight miles eastward.
It is less than three miles away from the Jiannu city of Hetuala.
As it was approaching evening, the Ming army had to temporarily stop the offensive.
In the east of Hetuala City, Dorgon’s eyebrows were twisted into a knot.
From early morning to dusk, he kept receiving news of soldiers being killed.
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