The rain eased a lot the next day, so at least I could march on horseback with my poncho on.
Jia Hui got angry this time. All the official horses in Xilinhot, Xanadu, Huaihuang and Zhangjiakou were taken away. Whether they were war horses or draft horses, all the horses that could carry people and run were drawn over, and they barely managed to get together. One person and three horses.
After thinking about it all night, Jia Hui decided to replace it with 10,000 horse-mounted infantry and 5,000 Shenji battalions pulling crossbows and a large number of arrows.
As for why I didn't bring the cannon, it was mainly because it was raining heavily and gunpowder was particularly susceptible to moisture, so I didn't bring it.
Carriages covered with oilcloth were pulled into the team. After confirming the material preparation again, Jia Hui gave the order to set off north!
The 50,000-strong army and 150,000 war horses, carrying ten days of rations, left the city that was gradually dimming in the rain, and headed for the final battlefield.
. . . . . .
An Tong had a long dream. In the dream, his Abu, his Eji, and even several of his brothers and sisters who had not lived past the age of ten were all arranged in a row in the felt bag. , looked at him together.
The sister who inherited Eji's big eyes handed him a cup of milk tea, and the smiling brother also held a knife and showed a piece of meat to him. All the brothers and sisters in the tent looked at him with smiles, but An Tong felt uncomfortable all over.
But after all, it was his younger brother and sister who gave him food. When he was about to take the milk tea brought by his sister, An Tong saw Eji looking at him in horror. When he was about to drink the milk tea, An Tong accidentally glanced into the cup. One glance.
Suddenly I feel like my soul is flying!
Rotting corpses, horses with only skeletons left, cattle and sheep with only half their bodies...
They were all pulled towards the blood-red hell by the whirlpool!
An Tong was so frightened that he threw the tea bowl away and looked at his brothers and sisters as if asking for help, but he forgot to breathe.
The brothers and sisters who were still smiling at first opened their mouths wider and wider. An Tong stared blankly at the second brother's grin reaching the corners of his eyes, his lips pulled up, and two huge canine teeth popped out, and his whole body was even more confused. It grew bigger and bigger, and greener and greener. Finally, five Asuras with three heads and six arms, covered in black and green, and spitting flames from their mouths burst the felt bag.
"An Tong, run!"
The heartbreaking sounds of Abu and Eji woke An Tong up, and he ran behind him without looking back...
"Sweat, sweat!"
"Ah!" An Tong opened his eyes suddenly and was about to struggle to get up. However, the pain and weakness all over his body prevented him from getting up. He could only look weakly at the dim candlelight in the distance and the hair on his head. An old master with white hair and an anxious look on his face.
The dizzy Crown Prince Andong Bayar, Puyan Duhan now woke up.
"Tai...shi..." There was no trace of color on his pale face. An Tong was too weak.
"Great Khan, Great Khan..." Old Ombu Chuhu'er burst into tears. He had assisted four generations of great Khans throughout his life. Yi Rentai and An Tong even grew up under his eyes, and they were closer than his own children. . For the sake of the Khan Court, he even did not hesitate to damage Tumut's own interests.
Retribution also came. His son and the Tumut tribe abandoned him, leaving only the old and timid Xue people who had followed him all his life.
Now, the fourteen-year-old Khan has become his only thought. Seeing An Tong's high fever, Ombu Chuhu'er's heart is as sharp as a knife.
"Grand Master..." As if under the blessing of Abu and Eji, whose souls returned to the eternal heaven, An Tong's mind returned to clarity.
"Master, I'm so cold..."
"You are all dead! Hurry up and get a brazier!" Ombu Chuhu'er cursed at the palace attendants. The palace servants in the tent repeatedly apologized, and Ombu Chuhu'er gave up.
"Khan, please don't let anything happen to you. If something happens to you, what's the point of my life? The shamans will be here soon. You will be fine soon!" Ombu Chuhu'er was anxious. He held An Tong's hand and rubbed it.
"Grand Master, I dreamed about my father and mother, and my brothers and sisters were also there, but they were so scary, they all turned into asuras..."
It’s good that Dahan’s will is still awake and he can describe the dream clearly. Ombu Chuhu’er quickly guided An Tong to continue speaking. An Tong also understood and suppressed his sleepiness and kept talking. , keep talking.
"Master, the great shamans are here."
Someone from the palace announced outside the tent, and Ombu Chuhu'er quickly let the great shamans into the tent. The shamans beat the shaman drums and danced without saying a word.
. . . . . .
"What? Xilinhot has fallen!" Mandulu heard the Khan Court's messenger telling the news of the Khan Court's fall word for word, and collapsed weakly on the marching collapse.
"How could this happen? The young and strong soldiers plus the regular soldiers, plus the old soldiers who are old but can still use the sword, 400,000 people! In less than two hours! They were beaten by hundreds of thousands of people!" Sitting down. Mandulu, who was on the couch, stood up abruptly, walked to the messenger and picked him up.
"That's 400,000 sheep! You can't catch 150,000 sheep in two hours!" Mandulu stared at the messenger as if he wanted to pop his eyes out. The messenger had never seen such a battle before, and he was so frightened. I couldn't say a word.
A feeling of dizziness made Mandulu stagger and fall on the couch. A group of generals came over to support Mandulu.
"Huntaiji, our Dayuan's only hope is you, nothing will happen to you!"
"Huitaiji, you are the only pillar of the Great Yuan Dynasty now..."
The generals of the Barhu Division comforted Mandulu, and Mandulu waved his hands impatiently.
"Okay, everyone, get out! Let me be alone..." Mantulu closed his eyes in pain and lay on the couch.
Everyone first glared at the messenger fiercely. General Burigude picked up the courier who had collapsed on the ground, lifted him up, and walked out of the tent. The others followed Burigude out.
Only Mantulu was left in the tent.
"Oh, the pillars of the Great Yuan, the Great Yuan is gone, the pillars are nothing!"
Mantulu looked bitter, and he even began to regret leading his tribe to fully pledge allegiance to the Khan's court.
My own tribe can develop so fast and can compete with the original Barhu headquarters in only more than ten years. In addition to being really capable and daring to fight, the most important thing is the support of Bilige Khan. , it can be said that without the Great Khan, there would be no Mantulu today.
But now that my family has a big business and I am not young anymore, I really don’t want to take the risk of fighting the Qi army again. Whether I can win or not, the loss will not be low!
But it won’t work without fighting. If I have even the slightest intention of not helping Dayuan, my number one general, Buri Gude, will definitely be the first to kill me. After dealing with his cronies, he will take the remaining people with him. Go and reinforce the Great Khan.
Burigude himself was the leader of the Chahar people who was sponsored by the Great Khan to start his own business!
Mantulu is still confused about what to do specifically and can't think of any good solution.
"That's all, let's wait until we see the Khan tomorrow or tomorrow."
. . . . . .
At night, in the lee of a small hillside.
The Qi Army's simple military camp is stationed here.
The horsemen who had been marching for a day in the mud huddled in the tent and drank ginger soup comfortably.
Yesterday, the gang leaders worked hard to save three carts of dried ginger, but Jia Hui dragged them away.
A load of dried ginger was kept boiling, several bowls were poured out, some water was poured in, and water was poured in again, until the dried ginger was boiled, and at least fifty thousand people and one hundred and fifty thousand horses were all given a bowl of hot water. I drank the ginger soup happily.
One car can last for a day. I hope this rare heavy rain will stop in three days.
"Have the temporary stables been set up?" Jia Hui also asked Yoda while holding a bowl of ginger soup.
"General, according to your instructions, we have built a shed with spears and oilcloth. All the war horses have gone into the shed, and only the horses and the mules pulling the cart are left outside." Yoda replied.
"Well, black bean feed and high-quality forage are also given priority to the war horses, so as to minimize the possibility of the war horses getting sick. As for the remaining horses and mules, let's suffer for them first."
There is no way, war horses must be ridden to fight, and their health and condition must be ensured.
"Yes, that's right, I have a question at the end, I don't know if I should answer it or not..."
"Since you know it's inappropriate to talk about it, don't talk about it."
Yoda choked in his throat, and he actually forgot that this guy didn't like others to make ink with him.
Therefore, just ask directly. If he cannot answer, Jia Hui will shake his head, and people who are familiar with him will not ask further.
"Brother Jinyu, if we chase them like this, won't we get lost?"
Yoda asked directly.
"Are you blind or stupid? You can't see the obvious ruts?"
"Ah, I'm sorry, I was stupid."
They only paid attention to whether the people behind them had fallen behind, but they forgot that the ground on the grassland had become soft due to heavy rain for several days. The only large group of people with carriages heading northeast was the Chahar tribe.
"Don't worry, even if you get lost, if you run all the way east, you will encounter the Daxianbei Mountains sooner or later. Then you can just enter Liaodi from Tongliao. You won't get lost and end up in the fishing sea."
"Brother Jinyu, be careful!" As a leader of troops, Yoda still believed it.
Seeing this, Jia Hui stopped talking.
Just kidding, let alone there are ruts, even if there are not, if you still get lost if you have a real-time map, you should wipe your neck and commit suicide as soon as possible!
"Master Yoda, there is an old man from Ombu Chuhu'er who is almost 70 in the Chahar team. He will definitely not be able to walk very fast. In addition, it is raining and it is difficult to walk. It is difficult to grasp the direction. Wait until tomorrow. We will almost catch up with them at noon. This time I will guard the central army and make a surprise attack to the north to prevent them from joining Mantulu in the north. I will leave it to you."
Yoda quickly knelt down on one knee.
"The general will obey the order!"
. . . . . .
The next day, the rain did lighten up, just pattering, but it was summer, so fog was inevitable.
Chahar's remnant soldiers leaned listlessly on wooden poles, holding small shields to hide from the rain. The tragic defeat in Xilinhot made them more and more confused about the way forward. Coupled with the heavy rain for days and the obstruction of their journey, they became more and more annoyed. Morale inevitably suffers.
In addition, they believed that the Qi army must have been trapped by the heavy rain and could not pursue them, so they did not stand guard seriously.
But they didn't know that a group of Qi troops came quietly three miles away to the south.
The army stood there with their names in their mouths and their horses in their mouths, waiting for the general's orders.
Jia Hui was wearing armor and riding on a horse, listening to Ye Bu's intelligence and preparing a battle plan based on his own small map.
"Yoda, please wait three hundred steps east, then walk about five miles north, and then walk west and you will almost reach their south gate.
When you wait for two sticks of incense, the headquarters will launch an attack whether you arrive or not. After you get there, block it there to prevent Chahar from escaping north. "
In a foggy day, Chahar could not detect the movements of the Qi army. Similarly, the Qi army could not see the Chahar camp. Therefore, the journey must be carefully planned. Fortunately, a compass can be used in this place, otherwise it would be in trouble. .
"Yes, general, take your orders." Yuda clasped his fists at Jia Hui and led his 3,000 Ningxia town cavalry and 5,000 mounted infantry to leave.
Jia Hui turned to look at Lin Jin.
"Lin Jin, you also follow Yoda, but you only need to walk four miles to block the south gate of Chahar."
Lin Jin also clasped his fists and led five thousand cavalry and two thousand mounted infantry to keep up with Yoda's troops.
"The rest of the troops will set off after a stick of incense and attack the west gate."
"The last general takes command!"
The generals around him went back to their respective units.
In order to complete the emperor's errand, Jia Hui worked hard.
The young Jia Hui is still different from the old Emperor Bade, and Jia Hui still wants to be shameless.
He still has some prestige among the Mongol people. Jia Hui likes the name of Manggesi, who has defeated Timur and Heshuote, and does not want to tarnish this name because of some nonsense.
As a last resort, they had no choice but to drive An Tong Khan away to the northwest.
After one stick of incense burned out, Jia Hui replaced it with another. After looking back at the various ministries, they also got up and set off.
After the last troop surpassed him, Jia Hui followed suit.
I also need to learn to command the army from a distance.
. . . . . .
"When will it stop raining?" A Yuan soldier stood in front of a simple fence gate and complained to his companions.
Because they were running too fast, the Chahar people did not have time to take away the proper materials for the barracks. They could only dismantle some extra carriages and chop some wooden sticks to tie them into fences, which could barely be used as camp walls.
"Who knows." His companion stared blankly at the small puddle on the ground, obviously not wanting to pay attention to his companion.
"Say, what if everyone comes together in one day..."
Snapped!
The yawning Yuanjun was slapped firmly by Zawen Nayan, who was patrolling over, and he knelt on the ground trembling.
"You are not allowed to talk for no reason while standing guard. If you want to die, just say it and I will give you a good time!" Zawen Nayan stepped on the head of the Yuan army with his boot and pushed the man into the mud bit by bit. This caused Zuiqian Yuanjun to continue to struggle.
Zha Wen's face was also filled with anger, and she had no place to vent her worries.
Looking at the people on the ground struggling continuously, the roots of the white tails appeared, and suddenly thought of something, and with an evil smile on his face, he let go of his foot on the head of Zuiqian Yuanjun.
"Boy, you are exempt from death penalty, but you are guilty of living..."
The voice stopped suddenly, and Zuiyuan Jun raised his head in confusion, only to find an arrow stuck across Zhawen Nayan's neck.
An... Qi Ren's arrow!
The sound of breaking through the air came, and his neck hurt. Yuan Jun fell into the puddle. He touched his neck with difficulty. He found that there was an arrow stuck in his neck. His consciousness gradually blurred and he closed his eyes. Eye.
At the same time, eight people present were killed by crossbow arrows almost simultaneously. Several crossbowmen slowly walked out of the fog and pulled the ropes tied around their waists.
Soon, armored men walked out of the thick fog one after another. Along with the sound of rain, their feet stepped on the soft grass again, but there was no sound of footsteps at all!
Led by Ye Bushou, the infantrymen who came up dispersed in units of small flags.
With crossbows in hand, they imitated the posture of staying awake at night, and quietly approached one camp after another, lurking at the door, waiting for the order to attack.
The plan went smoothly, and the infantry on three sides successfully infiltrated and slowly moved closer to the central tent.
Probably because the Chahar people were all lying in the tents, and they didn't bring much food. In this situation, there was no other way but to lay down to save consumption.
"Who is it? Enemy attack!" As soon as he shouted, Yuan Jun was wiped on the neck. Yuan Jun fell down weakly, and his hands were even holding up his pants that were down to his knees.
Sure enough, there was an accident as expected.
"Enemy attack, enemy attack!" The Yuan troops in the tent quickly stood up, picked up their scimitars and rushed out, only to be shot into hedgehogs by the Qi troops who had already ambushed them.
"Fuck! Send the flare quickly!" Lin Jin was furious and shouted at the messenger.
The suona player, who was a part-time pyrotechnics master, quickly pulled out the flare from the oil paper bag, lit the fuse with a fire stick, and put it vertically into a slender bamboo tube.
Phew——Pah!
When the signal was sent, the Qi troops rushed into each felt bag and shot many Yuan troops to death with random arrows.
The Yuan army in other directions also heard the signal from Lin Jin's department, and quickly sent out signal bombs to start killing!
The Yuan army in the felt bag looked bewildered as Qi Ren burst into the tent, picked up a crossbow, and fired at him. He didn't feel any pain, and his eyes went black.
But after all, Chahar is one of the ten thousand households in the central government, so he naturally has some experts.
When the master saw Qi Ren burst into the door, he rolled to the side without saying a word, rolled behind his colleague and used his colleague to block him, picked up everything he could throw and threw it towards Qi Jun at the door, then rolled forward and picked up The machete on the table was heading towards the door.
Qi Jun, who had no time to change his arrows, quickly exited the felt bag.
It’s not that you won’t be able to fight without crossbows. There is no one with poor arm strength who can choose a crossbow. The main reason is that they are worried that they will not be able to take it in a short time if they fight with an expert. The survivors inside took advantage of the chaos to pick up the crossbow and replace it with their own. arrows to shoot at yourself.
The loud signal bomb also woke up An Tong and Ombu Chuhuer who was lying on a small couch next to them.
"It's not good to sweat, the Qi people are here to touch him! Come here, carry the sweat away quickly!" Ombu Chuhu'er, an old senior, has rich experience in being attacked, and he immediately understood the current situation.
An Tong, who had difficulty getting up due to a cold, was not qualified to refute. He could only watch as the Khan himself was carried away, far away from his tribe.
"Grand Master, the east, west, and south sides have been attacked. Only the northwest gate is fine!" Tan Ma reported.
"Surround three buildings and one..." Ombu Chuhu'er reacted immediately, his face full of bitterness.
Damn, surrounded.
"Grand Master..." An Tong on the couch saw the bitterness on Ombu Chuhu'er's face and cried out worriedly.
"Profuse sweat..." Ombu Chuhu'er was awakened. He is now particularly prone to falling into thoughts in his old age.
"No matter what, rush to the northwest!" Ombu Chuhu'er drew out the scimitar from his waist and headed northwest. The Chahar generals who were accompanying him looked helpless. The north is dangerous and there may or may not be an ambush. , now, I can only try to take a gamble, if I can rush out a little bit!
The generals also drew their scimitars and hurriedly followed the Grand Master.
Along the way, the Yuan soldiers who were unaware of their situation also walked out of the tent with knives and even dressed neatly.
"Grand Master, do we want to go and provide support?"
"It's too late to provide support. Everyone, get on your horses and follow!" Ombu Chuhu'er shouted to both sides.
Seeing that it was the Grand Master and Dahan lying on the bed, the Yuan army in the northwest breathed a sigh of relief and rushed back to the tent to take away the little food and rushed towards the nearest stable.
The wise man has also driven the carriage over.
The palace people who were carrying An Tong quickly put the bed on the carriage and sat down. Originally, Ombu Chuhu'er wanted to ride a horse, but he was stopped by the generals and sent to the Khan's carriage.
The generals also mounted their war horses, clustered the carriages in the middle, and broke out toward the northwest.
Ombu Chuhu'er's heart was as sharp as a knife. Now, the Chahar tribe had lost almost two-thirds of its population. Unlike before, this time the losses were real young men and serious soldiers!
The weak An Tong was lying on the carriage swaying, making him feel more and more uncomfortable. The young body was filled with the hatred of Qi Ren!
Just wait, when I regroup and recall my old troops, I will return to you double the humiliation I have suffered recently!
(End of chapter)
