Chapter 425: Battle of Kalaqin
On the vast grassland, dust was flying, war drums were thundering, and war flags were fluttering in the wind.

Ou Zanghua stood in the center of the army, overlooking the entire battle situation.

The Mongolian army on the opposite side held up a nine-legged white flag, and although their uniforms were not uniform, they were still very powerful.

As a dull and deep horn sounded, the wind on the vast grassland seemed to stop breathing suddenly. In the silence, only the deafening sound echoed.

In the Mongolian army camp, three mighty war horses rushed to the front, their hooves splashing up pieces of grass, breaking the silence before the battle.

The leader, wearing a black battle robe and an iron helmet, looked heroic, with anger revealed in his eyes.

He raised his whip high, pointed it at the Ming army standing in the distance, and shouted in a loud voice, piercing the entire battlefield and echoing in everyone's ears: "Why did the Ming people betray their faith and suddenly lead their army deep into our Mongolian grasslands? Without distinguishing right from wrong or asking for the reason, they brutally killed our Kharchin tribe, causing tens of thousands of lives to be lost and rivers of blood to flow! Such atrocities are intolerable to heaven!"

As his words fell, an indignant response rang out among the Mongolian army, and cries of “This is intolerable!” echoed across the grassland.

"presumptuous!"

Three people also rushed out from the Ming army camp. The leader had white teeth, red lips, handsome eyes, clear eyebrows, a thin waist and broad shoulders like an ape. It was Taining Marquis Chen Ru who volunteered to be the vanguard.

He put his middle finger and index finger together, pointed at the person opposite him and shouted: "The various Mongolian tribes have always been canonized by your majesty and enjoy your majesty's grace. You are also your majesty's subjects, and you are the subjects of the Ming Dynasty! My Ming army, following the emperor's orders, travels throughout the world and goes wherever it wants. Wherever it goes, dragons enter the sea and tigers roar in the mountains. How can you, a mere subject, make arbitrary comments? Let me ask you, under the sky, above the nine states, is there any absurd act of a son interfering in the affairs of his father?"

"It's no use talking more!"

The Mongolian man raised his sword and shouted, "I want to seek justice for the Kharchin tribe! Ming general, tell me your name!"

"Your grandfather is Taining Hou Chen Ru!"

"I am Urad Tangut, I will take your life first!"

Both sides dismounted, and the two horses charged at each other like arrows from a bow. Their weapons clashed in the air, making clanging sounds and flashing cold light, and it was difficult to tell who was better.

Chen Ru held the spear in his hand like a scholar holding a pen, but he used the spear instead of a sword and wielded it freely. Suddenly, he used the Immortal Pointing the Way move. The tip of the spear flashed like a meteor across the night sky, pointing directly at the heart of Urad Tanggut.

Upon seeing this, Urad Tanggut's face became solemn. He suddenly raised his broadsword and steadily blocked the attack. He then took advantage of the momentum and attacked with all his might, intending to suppress Chen Ru's attack in one fell swoop.

However, Chen Ru had a profound background in family martial arts, and he saw his spear tremble slightly, as if a dragon playing in the water. He changed his offensive in an instant and launched a series of attacks with heavy spear shadows, and each strike contained the power to shatter mountains and rivers. He pressed Urad Tanggut's sword move step by step, making him almost breathless.

Urad Tanggut was not willing to be outdone. With his eyes wide open, he used his inner strength to block several heavy blows in a row. Suddenly, a terrifying force burst out, interrupting Chen Ru and using a move to sweep away the enemy.

The broadsword swept across, bringing up a gust of wind, as if it could cut off all obstacles in the world!
There was a loud "clang" sound, and the sound of metal and stone colliding was deafening. Chen Ru's spear was like a dragon emerging from the sea, across his chest. With his own strength, he blocked the blow that was enough to shake the mountains and rivers.

The two men fought back and forth, with gun shadows and sword lights intertwined. After fighting for nearly thirty rounds, there was still no winner.

At this moment, a loud cheer suddenly came from the Ming army formation. Urad Tanggut turned his head and saw that his two personal guards had been killed, and Chen Ru's two personal guards were galloping towards this side.

Urad Tanggut's face changed suddenly. He pushed Chen Ru aside with all his strength. Then he pulled out an arrow with his other hand. At the same time, he stepped one foot on the handle of the bow. He coordinated his hands and feet and pulled the bow to its full length smoothly and swiftly.

Facing the rushing enemy, he released his fingers without hesitation, and an arrow streaked across the sky like a meteor, accurately hitting the enemy in the front.

"Ula!"

This time, it was the Mongols who cheered loudly.

Many people have a misunderstanding that Ura is the slogan of the Slavs. In fact, this slogan originated from Genghis Khan's army, and the pronunciation is "Hurree". This pronunciation is a very important concept, closely related to courage, firmness and confidence. Seeing this, Huoshai, the commander of the Mongolian front army, immediately conveyed the order and ordered the cavalry to launch a surprise attack on the Ming army.

Ou Zanghua had an indifferent expression, and responded to all changes with the same attitude. He ordered the shieldmen to protect the artillery battalion and the musketeers.

Upon seeing this, Chen Ru immediately abandoned Urad Tanggut and quickly left the battlefield with his personal guards.

Facing the overwhelming charge of the Mongolian cavalry, Wang Chengwu's disciple Luo Shancheng was so nervous that sweat dripped down his face. It was not until his master's steady and powerful command of "fire" rang in his ears that he suddenly came to his senses and shouted almost instinctively: "Muzzle Angle Five, Fire!"

The surrounding artillerymen were all well-trained veterans. They moved as soon as they heard the order. They cooperated tacitly and quickly completed the adjustment of the muzzle.

Then, a soldier decisively ignited the artillery fuse. In an instant, a loud "bang" shook the air. Eighty submachine guns seemed to be driven by an invisible force and roared in unison. Countless shells cut through the sky, interweaving into an impenetrable firepower network, almost covering the world in front of them.

In an instant, the first few rows of Mongolian cavalry fell down. Some of the cavalry were directly hit by artillery shells, and their bodies exploded instantly, turning into blood flowers all over the sky.

Some were grazed by the edge of the shells. Although they did not die on the spot, they were seriously injured. They fell off their horses and lay helplessly in a pool of blood. They were then ruthlessly trampled by their comrades who followed in the charging process and ultimately could not escape the disaster.

Others were hit by the exploded iron pieces, and they still insisted on charging despite being injured.

Huoshai in the back couldn't help but frown slightly when he saw this scene, but he didn't take any action and let the vanguard continue to charge.

The distance between the two sides quickly narrowed from more than two hundred feet to more than one hundred feet. A little further forward, they were within the range of the Mongolian bows and arrows.

However, at this moment, the second round of artillery fire sounded.

With a loud "bang", several rows of Mongols stayed here for a long time.

Huoshai was suddenly shocked. Why were the intervals between the artillery fires of these Ming people so short? !
The next moment, Mongolian arrows fell on the Ming camp like a torrential rain, but unfortunately most of them were blocked by the shields of the shield soldiers, and only a very few people were injured by the stray arrows.

Huoshai narrowed his eyes and immediately issued an order. An elite cavalry of two thousand men was dispatched to attack the right side of the Ming army.

The Mongolian cavalry in front of them allowed them to continue advancing forward.

Ou Zanghua watched this scene calmly and ordered the artillery on the right to prepare for an attack.

At this moment, the Mongolian cavalry in front had rushed to within fifty feet. The submachine gun fired again. With a loud "bang", in the smoke, shells flew out, causing casualties.

At the same time, the musketeers had finished loading their guns, raised their guns, and lit the fuses at the Mongols rushing towards them.

Immediately afterwards, deafening explosions rang out one after another, and muskets spewed out hot flames and bullets. Smoke and fire intertwined into a chaotic battlefield. The Mongols' shouts, screams and the roar of muskets mixed together, indistinguishable from each other.

The musketeers then squatted down in unison. Their comrades behind them also finished loading their guns, raised their guns and lit the fuses.

At that moment, the Mongolian vanguard army in the front suffered unprecedented heavy losses under the intensive firepower attack. Soldiers fell one after another, some were hit by bullets and lost their lives instantly. Some were knocked over by the shock wave of the explosion and struggled painfully in a pool of blood.

Even Urad Tanggut was not spared. During a concentrated attack by the musketeers, he was hit by several bullets at the same time, his body was instantly pierced, and blood gushed out like a fountain. He widened his eyes, full of unwillingness and astonishment, and finally fell powerlessly on his horse. As the horse struggled and neighed, he slowly slid to the ground, becoming one of the insignificant victims on this battlefield.
From sunrise to sunset, the two sides fought back and forth several times. No matter whether Huoshai attacked head-on or pulled from the side, Ou Zanghua was always as steady as a rock, like a nail, nailed to the Kharchin tribe, making the Mongols on the grassland experience the melancholy of a crocodile biting a turtle.

The remaining blood of the setting sun shone on the grassland, adding a bit of sadness.

Huoshai had no choice but to order his troops to withdraw and prepare to fight again the next day.
(End of this chapter)