Chapter 429 Night Attack
"Sir Ou, the Khan is sincere, please consider it seriously." The Mongolian envoy stood in the big tent and said with a bit of arrogance in his tone.

Ou Zanghua looked at the envoy and said calmly, "I remember you asked Busan Namusi to come. We met in the Honglu Temple. When you helped me compile the Music of the World, you provided the music of Ordos Guruge. I like it very much, especially the Two Horses of the Holy Lord, which exudes a strong Mongolian atmosphere. So I believe that you must love the place where you live."

"You were born in the Ordos tribe. You are known as the guardians of the Eight White Rooms. You are different from other tribes. You should not fight with the world and just be good guardians of the spirit chamber. But you were still conquered by Dayan Khan, and his son became your leader."

"Don't you think Dayan Khan's actions are too barbaric? He didn't even ask for your opinion. Is this any different from being slapped by a bully on the street? It's so insulting!"

Busan Namuslai was confused by Ou Zanghua's words. Although it sounded reasonable, he always felt that something was wrong.

"Go back and tell Dayan Khan that I don't want to end up like the Ordos tribe. I refuse!"

Without waiting for Busan Namus to speak, Ou Zanghua waved his hand and said, "Wei San, please send him away!"

When he returned to the Mongolian camp and tremblingly repeated Ou Zanghua's words in front of Dayan Khan, Dayan Khan was so angry that he laughed.

"Haha. This Ou Zhanshi is a wonderful person!"

Dayan Khan looked at the envoy and asked, "Busan Namuslai, what do you think?"

Busan Namuslai lowered his head and immediately spoke out the answer he had thought of on the way:
"Great Khan, the Ordos tribe has been responsible for the protection of Genghis Khan's mausoleum for generations. As a noble descendant of the Golden Family, you are not only our patron, but also the continuation of Genghis Khan's will and glory. All of us in our tribe swear to be loyal to you until death. We will obey all your wishes unconditionally to fulfill our duty of protection and assistance."

"Very good, go down and have a good rest!" Dayan Khan nodded with satisfaction.

"Thank you, Great Khan!" Busan Namuslai saluted again and slowly left the tent. Only then did he realize that his back was wet with sweat.

In the big tent, Ordo Guhai looked at Dayan Khan and said seriously: "The Khan is so sincere, and Ou Zhanshi is not grateful, but he dares to slander you. I will capture him!"

"Uncle, there is no need for me to take action. I can capture this man alive. Please give me a chance, father Khan!" Ochir Borot stood up again and asked.

Dayan Khan looked at his son and finally nodded and said, "Go!"

"Thank you, father Khan!" Ochirborot was delighted and immediately left the tent.

That night, Wuzier Bolot led 5,000 elite soldiers, lined up, and then gave the order: "Fire!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

After dozens of explosions, the shells landed in the Ming army camp with flames. Some of them ignited the supplies, and some hit the tents.

The soldiers on night patrol immediately blew their whistles, and the Ming army was awakened and fell into chaos.

Wuzier Bolot looked at the burning Ming army camp, raised his spear, pointed forward and shouted: "Warriors, follow me, Ura!"

"Ula!!!"

Five thousand elite soldiers roared, raised their weapons, followed Ozir Borot's pace, and charged towards the Ming camp.

The reason for firing first and then charging was that some Mongols suffered from night blindness due to insufficient food, and Otsir Borot needed to light some lighting first to guide everyone.

However, at this moment, the opposite side's submachine guns also started to fire. "Bang! Bang!" Dozens of them sounded, and nearly a hundred of Ozierbolot's cavalrymen were killed in an instant, but he didn't care about that and continued to charge forward with a roar.

The Mongolian artillery camp behind him was roaring continuously, and flaming shells streaked across the sky like meteors, bombarding the Ming army camp fiercely.

"tease!"

Taoist priest Wang Chengwu shouted in an angry Hunan accent, "30 Shenwei cannons, sweet bullets! Northwest, level five twig break, muzzle angle four, fire!!!"

With a loud "bang", ten shells streaked across the sky, dragging hot trails, and fell into the heart of the Mongolian artillery camp at an astonishing speed.

At that moment, the air seemed to freeze, and then, "BOOM!" an even more violent and shocking explosion followed, shaking the earth as if it was about to crack.

High temperature and flames instantly swept across the entire area, like an angry fire dragon spewing out fire, not only engulfing the artillery and ammunition depots in the Mongolian artillery camp in a raging sea of ​​fire, but also accidentally igniting many shells that had not yet been fired, triggering a series of thrilling chain explosions.

Suddenly, flames shot up into the sky and thick smoke billowed. The shock waves produced by the explosions came one after another, throwing the surrounding soldiers, horses and all obstacles into the air. The Mongolian artillery camp instantly fell into chaos.

But Ozir Borot didn't care about all this. He raised his spear, his eyes widened like bells, and while shouting "Ura", he whipped the horse under his crotch frantically to make it run faster.

The second round of bombardment from the submachine gun followed, and many soldiers fell down again.

But Ozir Borot was less than sixty feet away from the Ming army camp, and hope was right in front of him.

Fifty feet!
Forty feet!
three.
Suddenly there was a loud crash, followed by the sound of people and horses falling down mixed with painful wails, but Ozir Borot only had eyes ahead. He lifted the reins, and the horse leaped high in unison, jumping over the heads of the first row of shield soldiers.

“Hahaha Ou Zanghua, come out and die!”

With a "claw!", a sharp arrow flew past Ochir Borot's ear and killed a Mongolian soldier behind him on the spot.

Immediately afterwards, dense arrows like raindrops poured out from the depths of the camp. Those Mongolian warriors who had managed to get deep into the camp had to be busy parrying and were put in a passive position of being beaten.

At the same time, the artillerymen had already been safe and sound under the iron wall of the shield soldiers. Ordinary arrows could not penetrate this solid defense and hurt them at all.

Under the command of Taoist Wang Chengwu, they continued to fire at the enemy to prevent more enemy troops from entering the camp.

Looking at the Mongolian cavalry suppressed by bows and arrows, Taining Marquis Chen Ru couldn't help but sigh: "As expected of the Governor-General, he had expected them to attack at night."

Ou Zanghua continued to draw his bow, and every arrow he shot represented the death of a Mongolian soldier.

After hearing Chen Ru's words, he said calmly: "It's just a few more preparations. It's best if they are not used."

If it weren't for the reliable middle-level military officers under Ou Zanghua, the sudden riot just now might have caused a camp explosion, instead of being able to quickly organize people to fight back like it is now.

As for why the 5,000 Mongolian cavalrymen were unable to break in all at once, in addition to the artillery bombardment, it was also because Ou Zanghua had dug two huge pits, each one zhang deep, ten zhang wide, and twenty zhang long, thirty zhang in front of the artillery camp, leaving only a narrow passage two zhang wide for passage.

That's why when Ochirborot rushed to the front of the camp, he suddenly heard a sound of people and horses falling to the ground.

Those two deep pits blocked nearly 60% of Ou Zanghua's cavalry in the dim night.
(End of this chapter)