Teng Jite was hit on the neck by the three-barreled gun, lost consciousness and fell off his horse.
The moment he fell to the ground, seven or eight Mongolian soldiers rushed up to rescue him.
The surrounding Ming troops either charged them with their horses or slashed them with their sabers, forcing them all back.
The Mongols did not give up, but reorganized their formation and organized another rescue.
They were divided into groups of ten, advancing in unison with their hook-and-sickle spears in hand.
The Ming army's sabers were shorter than the hook-and-sickle spears, and they were slightly at a disadvantage in the battle against the hook-and-sickle spears.
Besides, there was no need to fight for a Mongol, so they all retreated to make room.
Upon seeing this, two of the Mongolian soldiers immediately hooked Teng Jite's belt with their sickle spears, and together they pulled the unconscious Teng Jite back and put him on the horse's back.
Before they could tie them up with ropes, Liu Zhaoji led his troops to attack.
After symbolically resisting twice, the Mongolian soldiers turned around and ran away.
Alone and deep in the enemy's territory, with their leader unconscious, they had no reason to continue fighting.
"Chase!" Liu Zhaoji waved his hand and gave the order.
Three thousand elite Ming troops set out to pursue.
The Mongolian soldiers began to suffer a great defeat.
Seeing that the threat had gone away, Liu Zhaoji urged his horse to come in front of Li Xingzhong.
Looking at the arrow stuck in the opponent's body, Liu Zhaoji reminded with concern: "Brother Li, you are shot!"
Li Xingzhong looked at the seven or eight arrows on his armor and said with a smile, "It's OK. The armor is thick and the Mongolian arrows can't penetrate it!"
"You are so brave that you actually let the Mongols besiege our central army!"
Li Xingzhong was somewhat helpless. "There is no other way. We have insufficient troops and can only draw troops from the central army. Fortunately, you came in time, otherwise I would have been defeated."
"Let's not talk about this for now," Li Xingzhong looked up at the battlefield, "Although the Mongols who came from behind have been defeated, the battle in the front is still going on. How do you want to fight next?"
Li Xingzhong frowned and thought quickly for a while, then raised his head and looked at Liu Zhaoji: "Did you bring the heavy cavalry?"
"All three hundred cavalrymen have been brought here. But in order to provide quick support, they are not wearing armor. The armor is carried here by special horses." Liu Zhaoji replied.
"Let them put on their armor," Li Xingzhong pointed at the battlefield, "After they put on their armor, charge from here and open a gap. Use the gap as a breakthrough point to attack the Jiannu cavalry from the flank. The Jiannu will surely be defeated!"
"Then what? How do we retreat?" Li Xingzhong asked, "The heavy cavalry can charge at most a thousand steps, and then they need to slow down and walk, otherwise the horses will be disabled. After the heavy cavalry opens a gap, there will be no extra troops to protect them, so they have to retreat on their own."
"When they return, they will inevitably be besieged by Jiannu cavalry. How can we get them back alive?"
"Don't come back, keep going forward."
"Continue moving forward? Where to go?" Liu Zhaoji asked puzzledly.
"If we go another two or three miles forward, we will reach my military camp, where there are nearly ten thousand infantrymen defending it. They just need to enter the camp and they will be safe!" Li Xingzhong said calmly.
"Why are your infantrymen staying in the camp instead of going out to fight?" Liu Zhaoji was a little shocked when he heard the news.
"To contain the cavalry." Li Xingzhong replied calmly, "As long as there are soldiers in the camp, they will have to divide their forces for defense."
"As the descendant of a famous general, his reputation is well-deserved!" Liu Zhaoji couldn't help but give Li Xingzhong a thumbs up.
"Brother Liu, thank you for your praise. Let's quickly gather our troops and prepare for battle." Li Xingzhong smiled bitterly.
No matter what the outcome of this battle is, his losses can be described as devastating.
When the Mongols besieged him, those who died were his own soldiers and servants.
These people are his confidence and the source of his fighting force.
However, training personal troops and retainers requires not only a large amount of money, but also time.
Hundreds of servants died in this battle, which was beyond his ability to bear.
The ongoing battle forced him to turn his attention back to the battlefield.
At this time, Liu Zhaoji's three hundred heavy cavalry had already put on their armor and were waiting for military orders.
"Brother Li, give the order!" Liu Zhaoji gave the opportunity to Li Xingzhong.
Just as Li Xingzhong was about to give the order, his personal soldier Li Zai came rushing over with more than 20 people.
When Li Xingzhong got closer, he found that all these people were injured.
Two of them were seriously injured and were staggering on their horses.
"Sir," Li Zai wiped his face with his hand and shook off the blood, "We caught someone."
"Who?"
"Tengjit, the leader of the Sunite tribe of Mongolia." Li Zai replied.
"Tengji Special?" Li Xingzhong and Liu Zhaoji were stunned at the same time.
The two of them hurriedly looked behind Li Zai: "Where is he?"
“Bring it here,” Li Jae waved back.
A Ming cavalryman rode forward and threw Teng Jite from his horse to the ground.
Teng Jite was seen lying on the ground with his eyes closed, motionless.
"Dead?" Li Xingzhong asked hurriedly.
"No!" Li Zai reached out and wiped the blood off his face again. "When he attacked you before, he was knocked unconscious by the three-barreled gun. The Mongolian soldiers put him on horseback and fled. Maybe they were in a hurry, or maybe it was urgent, so they didn't tie Teng Jite to the horse's back with a rope."
"When the Mongolian soldiers were fleeing, the road was bumpy and Teng Jite fell off his horse while unconscious. I was able to pick him up."
"Pictured it back?" Li Xingzhong and Liu Zhaoji both widened their eyes with an expression of disbelief.
Not to mention them, no one would believe that they could pick up the leader of the Mongolian tribe during the pursuit.
Isn’t this too much of a coincidence?
"I picked him up," Li Zai replied with some pain, "After the Mongolian soldiers noticed him, they chased him like crazy. I lost seven or eight brothers before I brought him back!"
"Don't worry, the court will not forget them!" Li Xingzhong patted Li Zai's shoulder, "Come here, tie up Teng Jite and keep an eye on him."
After arranging the detention, Li Xingzhong turned his attention to the battlefield again.
At this time, both sides were still fighting.
The Jiannu had a large number of troops, but more than half of them were Outer Mongolian soldiers with average combat effectiveness.
They were unable to break through the Ming army's defense line by relying on their superior military strength.
The Ming army has few soldiers, but each one is elite.
They relied on their equipment and combat experience to resist the attack of the Jiannu.
"Form a formation," Li Xingzhong clenched his right fist.
Three hundred fully armored cavalrymen appeared in sight.
They were covered in armor, revealing a pair of eyes.
The war horses were also fully armored, with only their eyes and calves exposed.
Heavy cavalry should not have been blindfolded when charging, as no relevant historical records have been found.
(You can refute it. Please bring out the historical data. I will make changes based on the historical records.)
War horses are indeed afraid of obstacles, but heavy cavalry horses are professionally trained and will charge towards obstacles under the command of their masters.
Three hundred heavy cavalrymen, armed with spears and hammers on their waists, were arranged in neat formation and ready to go.
"Charge!" Li Xingzhong raised his right hand high and brought it down hard.
Three hundred heavy cavalry moved.
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