Wang Xiao observed it for a long time and saw through the so-called advantages and true weaknesses of the Mongolians very early.

Super power is indeed an advantage, but it can be limited. As for their weakness, it is that they also have something to stick to.

Once an army with strong mobility needs to stick to it, just like the German army in the late Soviet-German War, it will give up its own advantages and be beaten up in positional warfare.

The Mongols ran happily, but as long as they mobilized a strong army to attack their base camp without caring about it, the cavalry who were having fun outside had to come back to rescue and resist face to face.

Wang Xiaoke has not been idle for more than a year since taking over the Shenji Camp. He has been very careful about the training and equipment updates of Shenji Camp.

Although there are only five or six thousand musketeers, they can be arranged in square formations and are very useful for dealing with cavalry.

Wang Xiao personally led the musket soldiers forward, and ignored the musket soldiers who came to harass and provoke him.

He used the European musket era square formation during his training, and it is time to exert his power.

As long as Mongolian cavalry enters the range of the muskets, they will directly hit a row of guns.

The range of the new flintlock rifle is much further than that of the cavalry's soft bow, and it is difficult for the Mongols to hurt the Shenji Camp.

After many tests, the Mongolian cavalry retreated one after another.

This is not just running away if you can't beat it, but starting to accumulate strength.

Zhu Di soon received the news that the Mongols who were entangled with the Ming army retreated. He immediately judged that the Mongols were trying to concentrate their efforts to siege Wang Xiao.

The Sanqian Camp received an order to support Wang Xiao, but if Zhu Gaoxu went to rescue Wang Xiao, it would be really the wrong person to choose.

The reinforcements were slow to come up, and Wang Xiao did not deliberately wait for them. Dozens of square formations gathered into groups and pressed towards the banks of the Onon River.

The Mongolians finally rushed up, and they were covered in darkness like dark clouds.

They fought against the Ming army's muskets and desperately rushed into the array to defeat the Ming army.

The linear musket array that Wang Xiao arranged was derived from Napoleon's tactics, and there was no difference except that he did not bring artillery here.

Although there were no artillery in the square formation, the quality of the musket was much stronger than the bore-forward flintlock rifle of the Napoleon period. Moreover, the opponents were not powerful enemies such as the British lobster soldiers, the Prussian battle line soldiers, and the Russian Cossacks.

Few Mongolians could get close to the square formation. Even if a few people rushed in fearlessly, they were pointed at their muskets from all directions and were knocked down before they could do anything.

Watching groups of cavalry rush into the Ming army's array and then quickly swallowed up. Everyone behind them began to hesitate.

This is not a hundred years ago.

The Mongolian cavalry a hundred years ago were extremely fierce and were invincible on the Eurasian world islands.

However, the Mongolian cavalry a hundred years later not only lacked armor and sharp weapons, but even lacked war horses.

As for their spirit, they have long forgotten the glory of their ancestors fighting fiercely.

More importantly, the Mongolian tribes were divided into pieces and there was no strong man who could integrate them.

The first retreat was the Alutai people. They were crippled when Zhu Di went to the north of the country last time. The fierce battle along the way had already suffered heavy losses. If they continued to waste like this, there would be no men in the entire Alutai tribe.

The most important resource on the grassland is not horses, cattle and sheep, but people, especially young and strong men.

All the men were exhausted, and the tribe was over.

After the Arutai people retreated, tribes of all sizes, including Urianha, also retreated. After all, this is not their base camp.

The only ones left were the Oirat and the Tatars.

Before Wang Xiao's musketeers arrived at the base camp, the Oirats retreated.

Mahamu saw that the battle could no longer continue, so he chose to evacuate early.

They left early and could retreat from both wings in advance. However, the remaining main Tatars were forced to descend from the Onon River.

The Ming army came to the riverside and opened fire violently at the countless Tatars trying to cross the river.

Flying rain of bullets fell into the river, killing countless people and horses. The water of this Onon River was dyed bright red.

Mahamu, who was on the hill in the distance, looked ashen. He knew that the Tatars in desperate situation would either be completely defeated or surrender to the Ming army.

Without the powerful Tatars, the Mongolian tribes that were inexorable and unscrupulous would no longer have the courage to continue to resist.

"Changshengtian, does this plateau no longer belong to us Mongolians?"

Mahamu whistled to the sky, his words filled with endless sadness.

Yexian, who was standing by, looked sad and felt that the future of the Oirats was dark.

‘Pu!’

A few drops of rain fell on Mahamu's face, who was crying. He suddenly opened his eyes and saw that it was already raining in the sky.

“Hahahaha~”

Mahamu laughed loudly like a crazy tiger, "It's raining, it's raining! Changshengtian is here to save us!"

The rain on the grassland came very quickly, and the drizzling rain quickly turned into a downpour, sweeping across the battlefield.

Wang Xiao, on the banks of the Onon River, raised his hand and touched the cold raindrops on the iron armor, lowered his eyelids and silently.

This heavy rain is really time to come!

Muskets and cannons were unavailable in heavy rain. As the gunshots stopped, the Tatars who fled into the Onon River were thunderous.

They almost collapsed before, but the heavy rain saved them and allowed them to escape from the other side to regroup.

Wang Xiao held the sword in his hand tightly, and after a long time he put the knife back to the sheath.

Turning his horse's head and slowly heading towards the Ming army camp.

The rainy season on the grassland is coming, almost half a month earlier than in previous years.

The continuous rains slowed down the Ming army's actions.

Muskets and cannons were unavailable in the wilderness, and a muddy ground greatly restricted the range of activities of the Ming army infantry and cavalry.

The skyrocketing Onon River blocked the Ming army on the south bank and could not cross the river. It could only watch the Mongols on the other side gathered again to build a line of defense.

A large number of Mongolian cavalry began to raid the thousands of miles of logistics supply line of the Ming Dynasty. Various supplies were difficult to deliver to the muddy ground, and the wounded were difficult to send back to the pass.

The morale of the Ming army began to gradually decline, and the right choice at this time was to withdraw.

No matter what, the Ming army has hit the opponent hard. Earn benefits and set up a contract and then withdrawn. If you want to fight, you can come back next year.

But Zhu Di was unwilling to withdraw his troops.

For Zhu Di, he had no regrets in his life. His true last wish was to catch up with the peak of the Chinese military strategist that Huo Qubing once established, and seal the wolf's servant.

Now Langjuxu Mountain is on the north bank of the Onon River. As the first Central Plains commander to arrive here in five hundred years, Zhu Di did not want to leave his life with the last regret.

Therefore, even though the battle situation was already in a stalemate, Zhu Di still had no intention of retreating.

The two sides fought fiercely along the banks of the Onon River, crossing each other and crossing the river. Samantabads and anti-sneakings were staged every day.

Every day, a large number of Ming army wooden ships and Mongol sheepskin rafts sank into the skyrocketing Onon River. This war has entered a cruel stage of mutual consumption.

Wang Xiao remained silent, disapproving the withdrawal of the troops, nor supporting the continued battle. He was a low-key person and only obeyed orders.

In fact, both Zhu Di and other generals have paid attention to the huge changes in the Shenji Camp.

Thousands of people defeated tens of thousands of Mongolian cavalry and forced them back into the Onon River, almost feeding them all the fish. I couldn't help but not pay attention.

However, as Wang Xiao had previously speculated, in this moment, no one would propose to adjust the control of the Shenji Camp.

Everything will be discussed after returning to Beijing.

By the end of the rainy season, it was already September.

It seems that the weather is clear and cool, but in this far north, it starts to snow in October.

Zhu Di wanted to seal the wolf's servant, but he didn't have much time left for him.

The Ming army did not launch an attack immediately after the rainy season ended, because the previous continuous rainy season almost destroyed their logistics supplies.

The soldiers lacked food, the wounded lacked medicine, and the horses lacked forage and salt. Even the muskets and cannons of the Shenji Battalion were unable to be used because the gunpowder was damp.

Before launching an attack, they need to restore the transportation line and stockpile supplies.

Walking out of the cowhide tent that was smelly because of soaking in water, Wang Xiao, who had two pieces of cloth stuck in his nostrils, walked out of the camp on the muddy grass.

"It's finally clear."

"Top grandson." Yu Qian, who was unshaven and haggard, followed him over. "It seems that this battle will be fought until next year."

Wang Xiao moved his sore shoulders, "How do you say this?"

"Although after passing the Oron River and moving forward, it is Langjuxu Mountain, but the north of the Oron River is full of mountains. If our army enters the mountains and ridges, the advantage in numbers will be completely offset."

Yu Qian said worriedly, "This is the birthplace of the Mongolians and their home. They will definitely fight to the end. Our supply line is thousands of miles long, and even an iron nail must be transported from Shanhaiguan. But they are fighting in their own homes!"

"After crossing the Onan River, it is the mouth of the Three Gorges. Only when entering the Three Gorges is in real way, you can advance towards Langjuxu Mountain. But the mountain at the Three Gorges mouth is steep and the middle path is extremely narrow, so we can't get through it at all!"

Wang Xiao turned around and looked at him, "What do you want to say?"

"Retreat."

Yu Qian's lips trembled, "Go and ask the emperor to withdraw his troops! If you continue to fight, you may not be able to leave when it snows in winter. The entire Ming Dynasty's finances will be dragged down by this battle!"

The Ming Dynasty invested more than just the hundreds of thousands of soldiers on the front line in this battle.

In order to maintain a logistics line that lasts thousands of miles, millions of civilians were transporting supplies to the front line in an endless stream. This did not include the power used by the Ming Dynasty to raise and transport supplies.

The consumption of civilians along the way, the loss on transportation routes, and the power to mobilize in all aspects.

It is no exaggeration to say that the actual consumption of a Ming soldier on the front line is equivalent to the food for a family in China for a month.

Hundreds of thousands of large livestock have been lost to this day.

The Ming Dynasty was just an agricultural country, and the long-term front that had been maintained for a long time had already pushed them to the side of the cliff.

"I know all you said."

Wang Xiao found a clean grass and sat down, looked up at the blue and pure sky.
Chapter completed!