OBS Chapter 874 Ivan's Famous Battle
Chapter 874 Ivan's Famous Battle
Chapter 874 Ivan's Famous Battle
A total of two thousand Qiexue troops, equipped with horses and equipment, formed five rows in a horizontal formation and charged directly towards the ten thousand palace troops.
Although they were outnumbered, these elite soldiers, who were the sons of ten thousand, thousand and hundred households from various tribes and were all children of nobles, did not have even a trace of fear in their eyes, as if the equally elite palace troops were just a group of lambs to be slaughtered.
"Kill all these Liao dogs, and all the fertile land in the river will belong to us!"
Subutai took the lead and rushed to the front.
As the Qiexue army launched the charge, the Tatar light cavalry on both wings, which had been attacking the Khitan army fiercely, also began to divide their forces and encircle the palace from both wings.
On the other hand, the cavalry of the Sixth Academy, which had already been deployed, hurried back to provide support, but their pace was much slower.
In terms of discipline and combat effectiveness, they were far inferior to the Tatar light cavalry.
"That's too bad."
Yelu Zonghan was stunned. The palace detachment, which was in charge of the central army, had been surrounded by 20,000 Tatar troops on the local battlefield. On the other hand, his own superior forces were pinned down by the Tatar's vassal army in a short period of time and could not provide any support.
The only option now is to survive!
As long as the central army can hold out long enough and wait for the cavalry from the Sixth Academy and the vassal army to come up with support, the Tatars on the opposite side will be trapped on both sides!
"For the Liao Dynasty, for Juer Khan, my men, follow me and charge!"
Yelu Zonghan gritted his teeth and shouted orders.
The palace army, with two thousand armored cavalry as the core and eight thousand light cavalry as the flanks, launched a desperate charge against the two thousand Qiexue heavy cavalry rushing towards them.
Ivan, who was lying in ambush in the valley, pricked up his ears to listen to the battle situation as he heard the shouts and screams.
"When are we going to do it?"
Fulk asked uneasily.
Ever since all the war horses of Ivan's tribe were loaned out, the fate of Ivan's tribe has been tied to that of the Khitans. After all, their two legs can never outrun four legs, and they cannot hide in the mountains forever.
"The horn hasn't been blown yet. It looks like the Khitans can still hold on."
Ivan sneered. In fact, even if the Khitans blew the horn, he would not lead his men to attack immediately.
But since he didn't blow it, it means that Yelu Zonghan didn't regard himself as a pawn to be thrown away after his use. The Khitan people's broken ship is far from the end of its rope. It is always a good thing.
He poked his head out from under the felt cloth several times to look out, but all he could see was a vast expanse of rolling yellow sand. In addition, the sky was covered with dark clouds, and he was in a low-lying valley, so he could not see the battle situation at all.
Ivan was not in a hurry. He simply retracted his head, closed his eyes and continued listening.
This made Fulk anxious. He had no good feelings towards the Khitans, but if the Khitans were defeated, the best outcome for them would be to become slaves of the Tatars.
"Be patient, my brother."
"Listen, the battle is not at its most intense yet. We must remain calm and wait until the main forces of the Khitans and the Tatars are entangled. That's when we, the warriors who rely on our own legs, can exert our strength."
Ivan didn't know whether the yellow sand and dark clouds could block the Tatars' sight, but he didn't dare to gamble, because the time between when they launched the charge and when they engaged in battle with the Tatars would be their most dangerous time.
If they failed to capture the enemy's main force, all of them, the infantrymen, would become sitting ducks in the wilderness.
Suddenly, there was a loud bang.
The sounds of people neighing and horses whinnying suddenly increased dramatically.
Fulk's eyes lit up: "How about it, is this the chance to fight?"
Ivan shook his head. He was obviously very nervous. His arms hidden in his sleeves were shaking uncontrollably. "Pass my order. Everyone, wait for my order and prepare for battle!"
It's about preparing for battle, not about going into battle immediately.
Judging from the noise, the two sides had just started fighting, and were still far from a complete standstill.
The black masses of armored cavalry from both sides collided with each other, and countless people were thrown off their horses and trampled to death.
With red eyes, Qu Chulu wielded a giant mace and knocked a heavily armored Qiexue soldier off his mount.
More than ten personal soldiers of the Naiman tribe surrounded him, and followed the cavalry of the palace army to fight with the Qiexue army.
He could feel that the fighting power of both sides was completely not on the same level.
After a long period of peace, the Khitan nobles gradually became corrupt. Although their weapons and equipment were not much behind, they were no match for the Qiexue Army, which was more powerful than the Tiefutu of the Jin Dynasty, in terms of personal martial arts.
The light cavalry of the palace army tried their best but couldn't even penetrate the enemy's armor.
Although his side was clearly outnumbered, he only felt that the black mass of armored cavalry in front of him was the larger side, like an iron wall, advancing continuously with overwhelming force, crushing all those in its way into pieces.
After swallowing up the entire Tatar steppe and defeating the Jin Dynasty, the Tatars are no longer the Qiyan tribe that Quchuli had in mind.
Jealousy swept through his heart like a poisonous snake. If it was the Naiman tribe that unified the Tatar steppes in the beginning, it would be his Great Tatar Kingdom of Qubilai that now possessed such a powerful army and could occupy the prosperous Central Plains region.
"Hold on, hold on!"
"Warriors of the Liao Kingdom, subjects of Qishou Khan and Khatun, for the glory of our ancestors and for our pastures, we must fight these Tartar dogs!"
Yelu Zonghan had already gone mad with killing intent. The guards around him fell to the ground one after another. The front-row cavalry on both sides were disappearing like ice and snow, but his side was disappearing much faster.
Wuwuwu——
The long horn sound came from the mountain again.
The white wolf king was squatting on the top of the hill. Suddenly he raised his head and let out a long howl.
A group of vicious wolves as big as calves appeared behind it. Following the order of the White Wolf King, these vicious wolves that roamed the grassland jumped off the steep cliffs nimbly and charged towards the Khitan army.
These beasts without armor, even though they are larger and faster, are usually not taken seriously by Yelu Zonghan.
After all, these beasts are too common on the grassland, and any nomadic tribe will have countermeasures to deal with such large wolf packs.
But the timing of the wolves' appearance was too clever, and their numbers were too great.
"It's over. Not only did I arrange an ambush, but the Tatars did too!"
Yelu Zonghan only felt a blackness before his eyes.
The Tatar headquarters has 20,000 people. This is intelligence that has been obtained long ago and there is absolutely no possibility of it being wrong. No matter how loose the Liao Dynasty's governance of the territories under its rule in the Western Regions is, there must be a few loyal people who can report the number of Tatar enemies.
But who knew that the Tatars also ambushed an army composed of wilderness wolves?
Quchlug was not surprised by this. He had long known that the Tatars could drive packs of wolves, but he did not expect there would be so many.
You know, wolves eat meat. Where do they get so much meat to feed them?
boom--
He smashed the skull of a wolf that was charging at him with his stick, sending its brains splattering everywhere.
But in the next instant, a vicious wolf came like a black lightning and knocked one of his bodyguards to the ground. Although he was trampled into a pulp by the following horses' hooves in an instant, the huge wolf's mouth could still be seen, still biting the dead man's neck tightly.
The wolves' bestial nature of bullying the weak and fearing the strong has been completely replaced by the shamans with a ferocious and desperate spirit.
"It's over. I didn't expect that after hiding for so long, I would end up being killed by a group of slaves."
The despair that surged in his heart in an instant made Qu Chulu feel powerless in the hand holding the mace.
A guard grabbed his reins and shouted, "Your Highness, let's run!"
"Run? I've run enough!"
Qu Chuli suddenly burst into laughter, his eyes were bloodshot, as if he had returned to the massacre that year - everyone under the wheels was killed!
"Fight them!"
At this moment, there was a sudden commotion in the Tatar rear.
In the yellow sand, a group of armored infantrymen, holding swords and guns, rushed out silently.
Ivan pierced a Keshik soldier's back with his spear, splashing blood all over his helmet and visor. He laughed and shouted, "Tartar dogs, your Grandpa Ivan is here!"
For a moment, Qu Chulu felt that this miscellaneous Hu leader, who had a slight conflict with him, was as glamorous as a god from heaven.
He laughed loudly: "Reinforcements have arrived, it's time to fight back, Khitan warriors, think about the fate of our Naiman tribe, this war we either win or die!"
"kill!"