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Chapter 50: Luring the Snake Out of its Hole - The Unconventional Brilliance of Qi Jiguang's White-Spear Army!

At the hour of Chou (1-3 AM), Datong Town was completely shrouded in darkness, with faint flickering lights visible outside the town, marking the location of the Mongol camp.

Eight scouts and the able-bodied men of various tribes were stationed on the outer perimeter. In front of the central tent, a nine-stringed white banner was displayed, symbolizing the authority of the Great Khan Borjigin of the Mongols on that day. Fifty thousand elite Kheshig troops, selected from various tribes, were stationed around the perimeter.

After months of fighting, the Mongol tribes were exhausted. From generals to soldiers, everyone was mentally and physically drained, and the Mongol soldiers on duty were fast asleep.

"Ta-ta-ta! Ta-ta-ta!"

A cavalry force is galloping in, accompanied by a large number of horses carrying supplies, their target the Mongol camp.

"The entire army has them; all the soldiers capable of defeating ten thousand men are deployed to the enemy camp."

Li Chuan, a first-class baron of the Marquis of Shouxiang, rode on a warhorse and shouted loudly.

"Yes."

The five thousand cavalrymen following him had already begun to distribute the "Ten Thousand Enemy" (a type of firearm), a defensive weapon originating from the Ming Dynasty that had been improved and was no longer cumbersome but lightweight, and was filled with fierce oil.

Before long, five thousand cavalrymen, each armed with a 'ten-thousand-enemy' weapon, charged toward the nearby Mongol camp.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The trembling ground startled the sleeping Mongol soldiers awake. When they opened their eyes, they couldn't see anything outside.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Before they could react, a massive swarm of cavalrymen had thrown one invincible warrior after another into the Mongol camp.

"what is that?"

The Mongol soldiers all looked bewildered, because the five thousand attacking cavalrymen had abandoned their belongings and turned to run away.

"Boo! Hah! Hah!"

Just then, Li Xiao, the first-class baron of the Marquis of Anxi, led five thousand cavalrymen who appeared less than a hundred meters away from the Mongol camp. They drew their bows and nocked arrows, and the rockets flew like stars in the night, which was particularly beautiful.

"No, enemy attack!"

Upon seeing this, the Mongol soldiers finally reacted and roared loudly.

Unfortunately, it's all too late.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Thousands of rockets rained down, igniting the 'Ten Thousand Enemy' rockets that had just been launched. The violent explosions were accompanied by towering flames, and the entire Mongol camp was ablaze. The intense heat evaporated the moisture in the air, and wooden chevaux-de-frise, hay, and tents were all set ablaze.

These "ten-thousand-person enemy" containers are filled with highly refined incendiary oils that will only burn more intensely when exposed to water, and the toxic fumes released during combustion are suffocating.

"what?!"

"Eternal Heaven!"

"help me!"

The sleeping Mongol soldiers were engulfed in flames, struggling and wailing in agony.

"Abu."

Batel and Narisong reacted immediately and rushed into Surile and Ke's tent.

"Here they come. Here they come."

"Bater, Narisong, gather your people together immediately."

"No matter what orders Borjigin gives that day, just wait from afar and never get involved."

"Don't forget, these people are the future of the Khorchin tribe."

Looking at his two sons, Surile and Ke gave their instructions without hesitation.

"Yes, Abu."

Batel and Narisong left the main tent to go and organize the Khorchin tribe. Fortunately, the Khorchin tribe's camp was located on the far west side of the camp and was largely untouched; otherwise, their losses would have been just as severe.

"kill!!!"

At this moment, the Mongol camp was in complete chaos. Flames were spreading rapidly north of the camp, growing stronger and stronger, illuminating the entire night sky.

"Brothers, it's our turn."

Qi Zhengze, the second-class baron of the Marquis of Dingyuan's mansion, and Qin Xiuyuan, the second-class baron of the Marquis of Zhongzhen's mansion, stared at the Mongol camp in front of them, their eyes revealing a chilling killing intent.

Behind them stood five thousand distinct soldiers, one side wielding white-shafted spears with bladed hooks and sturdy iron rings at the bottom; the other side wielding various weapons: long shields, rattan shields, javelins, waist knives, wolf-tooth rakes, long spears, and halberds.

“Tap tap.”

Ten thousand infantrymen on horseback, under the command of the two men, attacked from the east and west flanks of the Mongol camp. The Mongols never expected the enemy to appear in this place, and they were hunted down before they could even react.

"Chi! Chi! Chi!"

Five thousand White-Spear Soldiers poured in from the east wing, their white-spear spears hooking, pulling, and slashing. The vicious Mongol soldiers were completely powerless against them.

The five thousand infantrymen who appeared on the western flank split into small squads, with wolf-brush wielders, spearmen, and short-weapon wielders in the center, and shield bearers on the left and right flanks, advancing in an orderly manner, and one Mongol soldier after another fell into pools of blood.

"Sound the bugle and assemble the troops."

Borjigin stepped out of his tent that day and witnessed the chaos in the camp. His anger surged, and he loudly gave orders.

"Waaah--"

The melodious and deep sound of horns rang out in the camp. The Mongol soldiers, who had been running around like headless flies, moved toward the Khan's tent in unison. Gradually, they regained their senses and, one after another, found their tribal chiefs under the suppression of the 50,000 Kheshig troops.

"Ta-ta-ta! Ta-ta-ta!"

A rapid sound of hooves approached from afar. Li Chuan and Li Xiao each led five thousand cavalrymen in a frontal attack. The cavalrymen, like a tidal wave, swept across the Mongol camp as if it were empty.

The flashing blades, illuminated by the flames, reflected a chilling killing intent, and wherever they passed, Mongol soldiers fell to the ground, their heads rolling.

The battle lasted for nearly three hours, until the Mongols had all surrounded the Khan's tent and regrouped into the Eight Scout Army, at which point the Mongol camp gradually returned to calm.

"Sweat profusely."

"The enemy is withdrawing."

A Mongol commander rode up to Borjigin Nari and loudly reported the news.

"The whole army should mount up and catch up with them."

Enraged, Borjigin disregarded everything else that day and issued an order.

"Yes."

First to emerge were the Eight Scouts Red Army, Mongol cavalrymen with fierce eyes, riding out of the camp and closely following the Daqian army, looking as if they wanted to devour them alive, completely unaware of the dangers around them.

"Boo! Hah! Hah!"

The 10,000 cavalrymen led by Li Chuan and Li Xiao flanked the enemy, constantly drawing their bows and nocking arrows. The pursuing Mongol cavalrymen were caught off guard and shot dead, falling from their horses one by one, greatly slowing their advance.

The sky was already turning light, and the Mongol cavalry, pursuing the enemy, could see Datong not far away, along with the well-prepared Daqian army.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The dull drumbeats rang out at dawn, stirring the blood. After waiting for a long time, Niu Jizong waved his hand, and his 100,000-strong army met the attacking Mongol cavalry head-on.

The 10,000 Daqian cavalry split into two halves, circling around to the rear to rest. What awaited the Mongols was a forest of cold, long spears, as well as wooden chevaux-de-frise that were already prepared, and iron caltrops scattered on the ground.

"what?!"

The Mongol cavalry at the forefront fell off their injured horses, their charge abruptly halted. They were then hunted down by the Daqian soldiers, and a fierce battle ensued.

(End of this chapter)