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Chapter 576 Lure the Enemy
The Eight Banners Army has always had an innate advantage when fighting against the Mongols, which is also the source of Duoduo's confidence.

But today was different. When Duoduo was about to rush to the center of the Tenger army, and was about to cut directly into the enemy's center, and then tear open a gap, and then join forces with Dorgon to defeat the Tenger army in one fell swoop, he encountered great resistance.

The Tenger elite troops on the front had amazing combat effectiveness. Not only were their equipment no less than that of the Eight Banners elite troops, but even better than that of the ordinary Eight Banners. Moreover, the Mongols were born to be a nation on horseback. In terms of horseback archery, the Mongols were actually better than the Jurchens. When the equipment advantage of the Eight Banners elite troops was gone, the combat effectiveness of the Mongolian cavalry increased sharply. Not only could they be on par with the Eight Banners elite troops, but they also suppressed the Eight Banners' charge.

"How is this possible?" Duoduo was shocked. If there were only a few hundred Mongolian cavalry equipped like this, he would not have reacted like this. After all, the Tenger tribe was also a large tribe, and now they controlled the entire Tumed grassland and owned a large grassland city like Guihua City. It was reasonable for them to gather some equipment to arm an elite cavalry with their wealth.

But the problem now is that this elite Mongolian cavalry that suddenly appeared has several thousand riders. The armor and weapons they use are almost the same as those of the Eight Banners elite, and are even close to the white-armored soldiers. You should know that among the Eight Banners, the white-armored soldiers are the elite among the elite. The white-armored soldiers are also called Bayala, which means guard in Chinese, equivalent to the family soldiers in the hands of the Ming generals.

Generally speaking, the Jurchens would use the white-armored soldiers as the decisive force of attack during wars. They would use the white-armored soldiers as the core to break through the enemy forces in one fell swoop, and cooperate with the ordinary Eight Banners to directly defeat the opponent.

This tactic has been used skillfully since Nurhaci, and it has been successful in every battle. But now his white-armored soldiers have encountered a tough opponent. The elite of the Tenger tribe are not only well-equipped, but also skilled in combat coordination and extremely capable. After the battle between the two armies, his white-armored soldiers not only failed to gain the upper hand, but also fell into a bitter battle. In a blink of an eye, Duoduo saw many white-armored soldiers being knocked off their horses, which made him furious.

Each of these white-armored soldiers is a treasure, and the loss of one would make Duoduo heartbroken. Now, in the blink of an eye, more than twenty white-armored soldiers have been lost. Such a huge loss is unprecedented.

Duoduo only had five thousand elite Eight Banners soldiers, of which there were only two hundred white-armored soldiers. Duoduo used these white-armored soldiers as his trump card. In the previous battles, Duoduo had not used them at all, just for this moment.

He originally thought that the battle would be a crushing victory, but the result turned out to be like this. Duoduo could not accept this at all, but the arrow was on the string and had to be shot. No matter how heavy the losses were, he had to break through the last line of defense of the Tenger tribe, cut directly into the enemy's center and tear a hole, creating opportunities for Dorgon on the opposite side to annihilate the main force of the Tenger tribe.

Duoduo shouted loudly, and led the Eight Banners to continue charging, not caring about casualties and rushing straight to the central army. Wang Hai obviously felt the pressure, gritted his teeth and held on, allowing Duoduo's Eight Banners soldiers to attack like a wave, but he stood firm like a rock.

Just when Duoduo was trying desperately to break through Wang Hai's obstruction and kill his way into the central army, Dorgon's main force also arrived in the west.

Dorgon chose the right time, and his main force appeared on the battlefield at the most appropriate time, dealing a decisive blow to Tengger's tribe.

It has to be said that Dorgon was a rare military genius, especially in the use of cavalry. If he was facing other Mongolian tribes instead of Zhu Shenzui, the outcome of this battle would have been doomed when Dorgon's main force appeared.

The enemy's defeat was only a matter of time. No Mongolian tribe could withstand the pincer attack from the Eight Banners. Even the Great Khan Ligdan Khan who commanded Mongolia in the past was the same. In the end, he could only endure the consequences of failure.

The same was true from the perspective of the battlefield situation. The left and right wings of the Tenger tribe were already crumbling, and most of the cavalry began to flee, being chased by the Mongolian coalition forces of Dorgon. Although the central army was still there, it had already engaged in a battle with Dodo in the front, and it was only a matter of time before it was broken through.

When their main force reaches the enemy's rear, the Tengger tribe will inevitably collapse under the attack from both sides, and the battle will be completely won.

The warhorse under him had reached its maximum speed, and Dorgon felt his blood boiling. At this time, his main force was not far from Tengger's tribe. It would take only a dozen breaths at most to reach the front of the battle.

At this time, Tengger finally responded, and more than a thousand cavalrymen came out from the center of the army, intending to stop his attack. Dorgon sneered, waved his sword and commanded the cavalry to kill. In his opinion, these Mongolian cavalrymen were just a mantis trying to stop a chariot, how could they stop his army?
This was indeed the case. When these cavalrymen rushed in front of Dorgon's main force, they collapsed in just one round. They turned their horses and fled in a panic, not in the direction of the central army, but in the north and south directions.

Such escape is normal. After all, turning the horse's head and running back will not be fast, and the counterattack of the central army will more easily cause the central army to be directly overwhelmed by its own people. Fleeing to the left or right side is the best choice. If it were Dorgon, he would also make such a reaction, so he was not surprised. After the Mongolian cavalry in the front was defeated and fled, Dorgon ignored these fleeing Mongolian cavalry. His main force was still in the front. His target was the central army of the Tenger tribe, the core of the opponent. As long as the central army was finished, the battle would be completely won. The fleeing Mongolian cavalry ran away. After taking Tumed, wouldn't these Mongolians still belong to the Jurchens?

"Kill!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

As they got closer, Dorgon seemed to have seen his Eight Banners elites rushing into the enemy's center, wielding swords to slaughter the Mongols, and the leader of the Tenger tribe becoming his defeated general. His Eight Banners elites were also extremely excited. In everyone's opinion, the battle was decided and victory was within reach.

But at this moment, the panicked Tenger cavalry in front suddenly dispersed to the left and right. At first, Dorgon thought that the enemy was ready to flee the battlefield after seeing that the battle was over. Just as he was about to order a breakthrough in the center and then chase and kill them, the Mongolian cavalry that dispersed in front revealed the central deployment. When he saw the army ready for battle in front and the artillery pieces set up, Dorgon was stunned and his hair stood on end.

"This...how is this possible?"

In an instant, this thought flashed through Dorgon's mind, but before he could react, the cannons deployed in the center of the Tenger tribe began to roar. One cannon after another made a fierce noise in the flames. The sound was simply earth-shaking. The overwhelming shells whizzed towards Dorgon's Eight Banners soldiers who were charging. In a blink of an eye, countless Eight Banners soldiers, including their horses, were overturned by the cannons and fell down in unison.

"Don't panic! Charge! Speed ​​up and charge!" In a blink of an eye, there were many casualties on their side, which shocked the Eight Banners soldiers who thought they had won. Seeing their Eight Banners colleagues in the front being blown to pieces by artillery fire, some of the injured but not dead were wailing on the ground. Everyone was panicked and didn't know what to do. At this moment, Dorgon reacted quickly and loudly ordered the troops to continue charging and charge forward under the artillery fire.

Dorgon's reaction was correct. Having fought numerous battles with the Ming army, he knew very well that although artillery was powerful, it could not fire continuously. Even the fastest Portuguese gun had to change the sub-gun after firing a shot before it could continue firing. There would be a certain lag time, and now his troops were not far from the enemy. With the speed of the war horses, they could withstand another wave. As long as they rushed to the front of the enemy and engaged directly, the artillery of the Tenger army would no longer be effective.

Although Dorgon was surprised at how the Tenger tribe had so many artillery pieces, in his mind, the Mongols were so poor that they could hardly equip themselves with proper weapons, let alone artillery pieces. But now there were so many artillery pieces, although there were no powerful and longer-range red cannons, they were basically tiger squat cannons and Portuguese cannons, but there were hundreds of these cannons, which was impossible for the Tenger tribe to have.

However, Dorgon had no time to think about these doubts. He was only thinking about continuing to charge and killing the enemy's center. Under his command, the Eight Banners returned to normal after a short hesitation and continued to charge forward at high speed. When the Eight Banners at the front were only 500 meters away from the enemy, the artillery of the Tenger Division fired again. However, this time the artillery was basically Portuguese, and the number and power of the shots were not as good as the first time. Although the first two rows of Eight Banners soldiers were killed and injured, Dorgon saw the hope of victory.

"Charge! Kill! Kill!" Dorgon shouted with red eyes, waving the long sword in his hand. This time the enemy's artillery could no longer continue to fire in a short time, and it was his turn to show his power.

But he never expected that after the Tengger army finished firing, all the gunners picked up the guns on the ground and turned around and ran. Then, a strange-looking van was pushed out from the formation, separating the two armies like a barricade, and behind the van, the gunners reset the artillery positions, and at the same time, infantrymen wearing armor and holding various weapons appeared from nowhere, hiding behind the vans and waiting for battle.

"What is this?" Dorgon was stunned when he saw this scene, but there was no time for him to think about it. In his opinion, although ordinary carriages could cause some trouble to the cavalry, they could not stop his Eight Banners at all.

In just a few breaths, the Eight Banners in the front had rushed to the front of the formation, and were about to use horsepower to break through the wagons, or use ropes to hook the wagons and drag them to clear a path for attack. At the same time, the infantry behind the wagons also moved. The infantry in the front row held an extremely long weapon with barbs, and stabbed at the charging Eight Banners in the gaps between the wagons. In addition, there were even longer spears that cooperated with this strange weapon to block the Eight Banners. At the same time, with a sound like frying beans, white smoke rose from the enemy army.

The Eight Banners at the front were preparing for the enemy's carriages, and the infantry weapons behind the carriages arrived. The elite Eight Banners were worthy of being elite, they were not afraid at all, they waved their weapons agilely to cover themselves, and cooperated with friendly forces to prepare to break through the defense line.

But at this moment, a crackling sound suddenly rang out. Many Eight Banners soldiers had not yet come to their senses when they suddenly felt something hit their chest hard. Then they felt dizzy and fell off their horses. Some were killed on the spot by muskets, some fell off their horses and broke their necks and died, and some were trampled to death by friendly troops rushing from behind. Those who were lucky enough to survive only had their last breath left, howling in pain.

(End of this chapter)