Liu Chengzong sent Basang to lead the Xifan Battalion to Xidatong River Fort because this area was called Maya Mountain, and the native people living in the mountains were all Xifan tribes, with a total of 17 tribes.
In any war, the local people are a great help or resistance. Since the entire Marshal's Government has not yet established a relatively friendly relationship with the Mayasan tribes, he chose the Xifan Camp for Zhuang Langwei's Xishan reinforcements. .
The purpose is to let Basang recruit and surrender the various tribes in Mayashan, punish the evil noble leaders, recruit and surrender useful leaders, and unite the huge Xifan tribes in the mountainous area, recruit troops and horses, and organize households and people.
Basang thought very simply at first. He would do whatever Liu Chengzong arranged. This was always the case.
But in this matter, it was useless for Liu Chengzong to send anyone here, because the Seventeenth Division of Mayashan had four festivals with him.
The ancestors of all the Mayasan tribes are said to be from the same group of people. Most of them are descendants of the legions sent to Hexi during the Tubo rule. Therefore, they call themselves Huarewa or Huarui, which means members of the heroic tribe.
After the Anshi Rebellion, Tubo captured Hexi, and the Guiyi Army briefly overthrew the Tubo rule. After the Jinshan Han Kingdom fell apart, three small regimes emerged in Hexi, one of which was the Tubo regime in Liangzhou.
The Liangzhou separatist regime has a history of about 200 years. In the early days, the ruling group was the Wenmo tribe. The Zhebu family, a local Tubo clan in Liangzhou, was the leader. Later, it was peacefully handed over to Pan Luozhi, the leader of the Liugu Fan.
The Pan of Pan Luozhi is the Pan of Songpanwei. This name means the King of Panzhou. The Song Dynasty named Songpan Panzhou because of the Pan Luozhi.
At that time, the small Tubo regime in Liangzhou could exist, on the one hand, because Li Jiqian of Xixia was lying next to him, and on the other hand, because the Song Dynasty could accept that the small regime of Helong and Zhengshuo did not interfere with each other.
It was a tradition in Helong to honor the Zhengshuo of the Central Plains. Even if those small and chaotic countries in the Central Plains took turns taking over the throne in the Five Dynasties, various political powers in Helong were willing to obtain titles from them.
But in the eyes of the little king of Helong, Xixia from Dangxiang people is not good. This thing is just a sideshow like the brothers. Why do you seal me?
Li Jiqian, Taizu of the Western Xia Dynasty, finally died at the hands of Pan Luozhi, who was killed by Li Deming. The Tubo Liugu tribe that occupied Xiliang Prefecture subsequently disintegrated, and the tribes hid in the mountains. From then on, they never regained their former dominance of Helong. scene.
The strength of various ethnic groups has always been changing. The Ming Dynasty was an era of unprecedented expansion in the strength of the Han people in the thousand years after the Wei and Jin Dynasties. In the early years of the Ming Dynasty, there were only 30,000 Han people in the vast Hexi area of Gansu Province. Now this number is one One and a half million.
Most of the ancestors of the guards officers in Lanzhou, Liangzhou, Suzhou and other places can only be traced back to the time when Xu Da, Feng Sheng and others went westward. Their ancestors even further back have their ancestral homes on both sides of the Huaihe River.
Under the circumstances of the one and the other, the people of Xifan in the mountains naturally became scattered tribes with multiple feudal clans and customs under the unified dynasty. During the more than 200 years of the Ming Dynasty, they all surrendered to the Ming Dynasty. The emperor's agent in this mountainous area, Chieftain Liancheng Lu.
In the Battle of Hehuang, they responded to the call of chieftain Lu and dispatched 4,000 Turkish troops to help defend Liancheng and resist the attacks of Liu Chengzu and Li Wanqing.
Although Liancheng fell in the end, Lu Yunchang, who was both a chieftain and an official in the imperial court, was still alive, and most of the defeated soldiers returned to the mountains.
Because of this, the Mayasan tribes did not announce the end of the war. Instead, they stubbornly hid in the mountains, refused to contact the Marshal's Mansion, and actively prepared for war.
Liu Chengzu and Li Wanqing killed more than 900 of their descendants during the war. This was the first festival between the Seventeenth Division of Mayashan and the Marshal's Mansion.
They were preparing for war not to fight Liu Chengzong, but to deal with the sequelae of the war: bandits.
There were bandits in Maya Mountain in the past, but most of them were composed of poor people who could not survive. They were so poor that they even grabbed axes. Naturally, they had no fighting power. The local tribes did not need to ask the government for troops to deal with them. A few villages can activate their descendants and send them flying all over the mountain.
But since the end of the Hehuang War, there have been more than a dozen bandits that have sprung up. The big ones are no more than a few hundred, and the small ones are only thirty or fifty people. They are all armed with weapons and armor, even if it is a small bandit den with only more than thirty people. He can also carry a dozen muskets and carry an artillery piece.
The defeated deserters of the border troops in the five towns of Shaanxi greatly increased the strength of the bandits. They fought for more than half a year. Both sides suffered casualties. The remaining bandits all merged together, becoming an army that the people could not deal with.
The friendly troops who once fought together against Liu Chengzong became enemies, and the Seventeenth Army of Mayashan naturally recorded this blood debt on Liu Chengzong's head, which became the second feud between them.
As for the third festival, it is indeed related to Basang.
Most of the highly respected monks in the mountains have always lived in Hehuang. Since the war in Hehuang was over, Basang, in accordance with Liu Chengzong's order, opened a dedicated Buddha line between Hehuang and Uzang, inviting monks to go to Uzang for further study. If he wanted to go, he would force him to return to secular life with a knife.
This has to be left to other places. The tribes might just follow the old path and go back to believe in Bon religion. But in the mountainous area of Maya Mountain, there is nothing left of Bon religion under the impact of various cultures for hundreds of years. .
The common people picked a more reliable one among the gods they believed in, and prayed to the mighty and powerful Erlang Zhenjun to come down to earth and kill Liu Chengzong.
In fact, it is okay to pray for King Gesar to descend to earth, but people's hearts are not as old as they used to be. In the portraits of King Gesar that have been leaked from Uzang, Kangning to Xining in recent years, the horses are wearing third-rank official robes.
There is Erlang Pond at the foot of Songshan Mountain. Legend has it that Erlang God fought with people and a horse's hoof left a mark. Erlang God shed a drop of sweat and fell into the horse hoof mark, which became Erlang Pond. People worship there every year to pray for blessings. , I hope the summer weather will be better.
In the nearby belief system, Erlang Shen is responsible for the weather in summer.
With the monks gone, the people's anger had nowhere to vent, and Liu Chengzong was naturally to blame.
Just as summer is about to come, I asked Erlangshen to throw some hailstones on Liu Chengzong's head and speak professionally.
As for the fourth festival, it was because deserters who fled into the mountains brought smallpox to the Seventeenth Division of Maya Mountain. Although they are still called the Seventeenth Division in name, there are actually only the Thirteenth Division left.
The four festivals of war, rebellion, faith and plague come together, and the name Liu Chengzong is no less than a devil to the people of Mayashan.
Not to mention that the person he sent here was Basang, even if he brought the former Nangqian King Gama here, no one would listen to his words.
In the past few days, Basang has been garrisoning the West Datong River Fort. After failing to get along with the Seventeenth Tribe, he has been sending infantry and cavalry to drive away the nearby tribes and drive them north to avoid causing trouble in the next battle. .
However, it happened that because his army dispersed to the north, Xifanying got the intelligence of the Ming army going south as early as the day the Liangzhou Army set out from Gulang Gorge.
His cavalry also fought against Ming Army Tangqi several times in the mountains. The small-scale conflicts could not gain any advantage. The noble cavalry from Kangning Prefecture were also helpless against the Ming Army Tangqi who carried flag spears, waist knives, three-eyed blunderbuss, and bows and arrows.
Fortunately, Basang was very familiar with Tangqi's tactics and used simple containment methods to prevent the control line from retreating under the intrusion of Tangqi.
Speaking of which, there is no good way to deal with things like Tangqi under the same troop density. What Basang can do to contain it is that you can only control a radius of one kilometer with one Tangqi. I use two or even three Xifan cavalry to control a radius of one kilometer. inside.
You have a three-eyed gun. I will use two musketeers to shoot at you. If you rush over, I will use the noble cavalry to counter you. If you retreat, I will never chase you.
But this method is nothing more than an expedient strategy to stabilize the outer line. It all depends on Basang knowing that the main direction of the Ming army's attack is the river valley, and will not mobilize heavy troops to confront him in the mountains. Otherwise, if Tangqi gets support, he will still have no other choice. Other methods.
It was not until the beacon fire was lit in the Zhuanglang Acropolis that Basang finally let go of his hanging heart. He left a general under his command to guard the city and led the Xifan battalion to rush out towards the mountain pass northeast of Liancheng.
That night, they marched through Tongyuan with fire and arrived at Linping, fifty miles east of the West Datong River. Five thousand soldiers surrounded the Fanmin village occupying Linping. Fortunately, they were outnumbered, and there were only about 600 people in the village. Less than two hundred, there was no thought of resistance.
Basang divided his troops into five hundred and took all the men, women, old and children in the village to Hehuang. He asked the rural soldiers from the five towns of Hehuang to take care of them, and they would discuss the matter of surrendering after the war.
Then the main force rested in Linping for two hours, and then the drums, drums and bells started playing again until they arrived at Qingling Mountain Pass, eight miles northwest of Zhuanglang Acropolis, early the next morning.
Under the pale blue light before sunrise, Zhuanglang Acropolis had not been breached yet, but it looked very embarrassed.
Jing Xiaoliu, who had been awake all night, stood at the top of the city with red eyes. There were two broken arrows stuck on the cloth armor on his chest. His iron helmet was replaced by a beggar he picked up from somewhere, and his helmet gun was chopped off. broken.
Both sides of the city wall were full of wounded soldiers lying in a huddle. The two horse-facing walls on the north side were burned black. Green smoke was rising from the burned gate tower. A dozen sergeants who were still able to move were carrying out the corpses of the siege troops. They were stacked on wooden carts and transported to both sides of the battlements that had been breached.
The pungent smell of smoke and golden juice was everywhere.
Jing Xiaoliu was pulling a wooden trolley. Brother Dao was shot in the chest, leaving a big hole, but he still maintained a full spirit. He wore a helmet and armor and held a torch high, shining a bright light for the soldiers guarding the city.
He looked past the cauldron of golden urine and looked at his subordinates resting against the battlements.
Just a day ago, they were carefree Dongxiang people. Together with their neighbor's brother and relatives and uncles, they seized the fields of Zhuang Langwei's banner army, captured several piers by threats and intimidation, and even followed the Marshal's Mansion. Together with the Mongolian cavalry, they captured the most majestic city in the Zhuanglang River Basin.
When the enemy troops pressed forward, small-caliber artillery fired a sky full of goose eggs above their heads. People were so frightened that they peed their pants, screamed in terror, cried for their parents, and even frantically tried to break open the city gate and escape.
But in just eight hours, everything changed drastically. The boy next door wanted to escape like crazy during the battle. He jumped three feet off the city wall and broke his leg. He was beheaded by the crazy Ming army. class.
The brave neighbor brother fired seven shots from the Fran machine gun in the raging rage, and with a loud bang, the red-hot barrel exploded into pieces.
The uncle with the same surname who is always drunk is the president of a hundred. One moment he is imparting the experience of surviving on the battlefield to the young people, and the next moment he is stabbed through the trachea by a stray arrow.
Not to mention the corpses that were already lying on the ground after the smoke cleared. People didn't even know how they died.
The coward died, the brave man died, the inexperienced recruit died, and the experienced officer died.
The quiet corpses with dark red blood stains condensing in the cracks of the city wall floor tiles are no longer scary, and the stench of boiled gold juice is no longer unbearable.
Those who survived had their throats broken in the frightening shouts of fighting, and no longer had any desire to talk. They just lay back-to-back with the lucky ones holding weapons, or sharpening their swords and guns in silence, preparing for the next siege.
Jing Xiaoliu heard the messengers on the four walls reporting to him: "General, there are forty-two defenders in the north city, sixteen are slightly injured and two are insane; there are sixty-four defenders in the west city, three are slightly injured; and there are sixty-four defenders in the south city. Seventy-nine, eight slightly wounded; one hundred and twenty defenders in the east city, but the enemy troops there have not attacked the city."
Jing Xiaoliu nodded and said to the messenger: "I understand. Let the slightly injured ones go down to the city to take care of the wounded soldiers. Thirty people will be transferred from Dongcheng."
He looked down the city and saw smoke rising from the camp of the besieging army. He was afraid that the next attack was about to come after dinner.
It wasn't just this army that changed that night. Yesterday afternoon, Jing Xiaoliu actually watched a country soldier he recruited die on the battlefield.
From the beginning, the officers would tell him the name of every soldier who died in battle. Later, the officers would no longer want to say the name, and he would not listen to the name anymore. It was not until close to early morning that the officers told him the names of the fallen soldiers again.
His mentality has collapsed. If he told the bosses to hold on for two days and pick up his head to receive the reward, it was because he truly believed that reinforcements would arrive within two days, then by this time, he had actually not Don't expect reinforcements to arrive.
His headquarters basically collapsed, three of the six hundred commanders were killed, and one had a broken leg; five of the twelve management team members were killed, one of them was promoted to acting chief executive, and the establishment of the two hundred headquarters was completely eliminated.
In fact, Jing Xiaoliu planned to take a nap during the attack last night, but when he closed his eyes, the parents, wives, and children of the fallen soldiers were everywhere looking for him, so he didn't dare to close his eyes at all.
A trumpet sounded from the city, and the Liangzhou army came out of camp again, pushing more chariots towards the city, and set up a row of artillery positions. The defenders on the city also stood up immediately, preparing to pour boiled gold juice on the siege army. on the head.
Just after the artillery fired twice, Jing Xiaoliu heard a sudden sound of gold from the city.
He dared to look out from the battlements, and saw the infantry who were already preparing to climb the city. Suddenly, each team hurriedly pushed the artillery back to the camp, withdrew to the north, and immediately formed a square formation of carriages and camps.
Further north, at the Qingling Mountain Pass, smoke and dust covering the sky were billowing, and drums and drums were rumbling. Two Xifan cavalry with spiral poles and spears decorated with tiger and leopard skins appeared on the bank of the Zhuanglang River, and one rolled up an earth dragon. As they went down the river, another group of galloping horses crossed the river and stood in the north.
Immediately afterwards, a line consisting of heavy infantrymen wearing ring armor and holding spears and light-armored gunmen strode across the Zhuanglang River, pressing towards the carriage camp from north to south.
Amidst the roaring artillery fire from the carriage camp, stray bullets as big as goose eggs crossed the battlefield and sprayed in all directions of the line. However, the soldiers turned a deaf ear to the sound of the artillery and the turned-up turf, and just kept their heads down and moved forward.
Until they got close, the artillery officer in the squadron set up a small cannon and fired at the artillery in the car camp. Following closely behind, guns fired, cavalry galloped, and thousands of squadrons shouted scriptures in unison. , even overpowering the roaring sound of artillery.
"According to Prajna Paramita, the mind has no worries; because there are no worries, there is no fear... Stay away from upside-down dreams and achieve nirvana!"
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