Not surprisingly, except for a few who had the courage to escape, most of the more than 200 Mongolian archers who took the lead in crossing the river became prisoners of the Northern Navy. In fact, Mislang didn't want to arrest them. He just ordered a platoon to go down the mountain and drive these guys away. Who knew that these Mongolian archers had been frightened by the previous shelling and the tragic scene on the other side, so after the dark green figure of the Northern Navy appeared near the inn, all the two hundred Mongolians could do was kneel on the ground and chant sutras. Kowtow and let the North Navy tie them up one by one.
Mishiro first ordered these prisoners to be locked up in the courtyard of the inn, and then notified Huji at the rear. Huji carefully understood the battle, and his originally nervous mood suddenly relaxed a lot. He sent a platoon and two tracked vehicles to transfer all the prisoners to Bayan Brak, and also transport some supplies to Mishilang.
After the remnants of the Qing army fled, it was still necessary to clean the battlefield. At the very least, the dead bodies had to be buried, otherwise the river would not be drinkable. Mislang asked the soldiers to gather up some frightened horses that were running around, bring them back and kill them for meat; whether it was here or Huji's place in the rear, the "Southern Detachment" these days were all eating compressed biscuits, dried meat and dehydrated vegetables. I was almost sick from eating.
The long and narrow river bank of more than a mile on the west bank of the Tes River was strewn with corpses of men, horses and wounded soldiers. It was too horrible to look at. Sixteen rounds of high-explosive bombs killed and injured more than 800 people in total. Because the smell of blood was so strong, both the security guards and the soldiers cleaning the battlefield covered their faces with towels. The soldiers responsible for digging holes and burying them vomited while working. Not to mention the horse meat, they probably couldn't even eat dinner.
The wounded soldiers struggling in the pool of blood let out hoarse groans from their throats. When they saw the Beihai Navy, their eyes showed deep fear. The medical soldiers wearing red five-stars on a white background classified their injuries. Those with minor injuries were given simple treatment, while those with serious injuries were rescued on the spot. At the post station, dozens more prisoners were selected and asked to cross the river to carry stretchers and send all the wounded soldiers to the post station.
After the initial panic, the prisoners were surprised that the North Navy would come to the rescue of their wounded comrades. The selected prisoners had no intention of resisting. Under the orders of a few Buryat soldiers, they did whatever they were told, but their eyes were a little dull.
The staff officer of the first battalion who was responsible for statistics of the battle results took a mobile phone issued to him. He first recorded the meeting, and then took a dozen photos in a snap. The soldiers searched among the corpses of people and horses, and finally removed them. The damaged deputy capital flag was brought back. Whether it is a photo or the enemy's flag, it is very important. This is the main basis for counting military achievements in the future.
The soldiers on the two hills did not fire a single shot from beginning to end, so except for those who came down to clean the battlefield, others continued to work hard to expand the fortifications.
More than two hours later, the people sent by Huji arrived in the sidecar of a tracked vehicle. After handing over the supplies, the thirsty and hungry prisoners drank water, then put their injured companions into the carriage, and then, escorted by more than thirty Northern Navy soldiers, they staggered toward Bayan Brak. go in the direction.
In this way, Mishilang was busy until dark. During this period, except for the presence of Qing army sentries in the dense forest a few miles away, there was no other movement. In order to guard against a sneak attack by the Qing army at night, Mishilang set up both light and dark sentries on the mountain and at the foot of the mountain. After nightfall, the bloody smell of the day's killings attracts a large number of nocturnal animals. From time to time, wolf howls can be heard in the wilderness, which makes people feel heartbroken.
In the early morning of the next day, as the first ray of sunlight burst out of the horizon and onto the grasslands on the west bank of the Tes River, a group of Qing cavalry in bright armor suddenly appeared from the southwest. After hearing the news, Mislang put on his clothes and ran to the forward observation post, where he looked carefully through the artillery mirror.
The total number of these people was about 500, and they were divided into small teams of ten. They all wore iron helmets with black yak crests, white cloth neck protectors and ear protectors, and white cotton armor covered with copper nails and chainmail armor underneath; Wearing black boots, he was holding a three-foot-long iron-edged spear, and there was a bow and arrow in the saddle bag.
When these cavalrymen came to a position two miles west of Chahantuoluohai Station, they stopped one after another and carefully observed the surrounding terrain. After about half an hour, half of the cavalrymen were galloping away in the northwest direction.
In the view of the artillery mirror, the more than 200 cavalry left behind began to disperse on the grassland. The white spiked armor on the cavalry made them look like someone had used a large pen to brush out a branch on the green field. Not very regular white lines. After that, as the leading cavalry schools of each squad issued orders respectively, the entire "white line" immediately broke again, and slowly moved in the direction of the Tes River, section by section.
Mislang on the position knew that it was impossible for the Qing army to launch a suicide attack with such a small number of people, so he asked people to inform each company that no one was allowed to shoot.
The horses of the Qing army were not very fast, as if they were strolling to enjoy the scenery. Suddenly, the leading general issued a series of shouts, and the sections of "white lines" began to accelerate. When the cavalry quickly charged forward more than two hundred meters, following the leading general's raised gesture, the Qing cavalry reined in their reins and stopped fifty meters away from the river bank.
Buzz! ! !
Although the Beihai Navy had dug deeply and buried the corpses yesterday and threw the remains of the war horses away from the river bank, the blood of a large number of dead and injured people had seeped into the soil, attracting countless flies. When these scavenging insects felt the vibrations in the air, they flew into the air like a tornado.
The Qing military attache who led the team used a riding crop to drive away the flying insects in front of him, then jumped off his horse, took out a bow and an arrow from the sack, and then tied an envelope tightly to the arrow shaft. He walked to the river bank with a solemn expression, felt the direction of the wind, then raised the hard bow in his hand and shot the arrow to the other bank.
Below the broad arrowhead is a whistle made of bone with four holes, which is called a "square whistle arrow" in the Qing army's standard weapon. A sharp whistling sound passed through the sky above the Tes River, reaching the door of the inn and falling down.
Not long after, there was movement in the grass outside the inn, and a soldier from the Northern Navy wearing a helmet and holding a rifle appeared. He quickly stepped forward and picked up the fallen arrow, and then headed toward the nearby place. The hills ran past. His appearance startled the military attache who was shooting the arrow. When he saw that there was a circle of weeds stuck on the outside of the opponent's helmet, he thought to himself that he was really a thief!
After shooting an arrow, the military attache turned around and mounted his horse, leading his men back a hundred steps, as if waiting for the Beihai Navy's reply.
Ten minutes later, Mishilang got the letter. He opened it and read it for a long time before he roughly understood that this was a letter of challenge.
"Honor of the general who commanded the army in Beihai: My great emperor is a saintly man. He is deeply benevolent and kind. He loves the people. He works hard all day long and rests and recuperates. The people are peaceful and peaceful. They are gentle to the barbarians in the distance. All the tribes in Khalkha are at peace now." , the army and the people belong to their own country, and the people's customs are simple. However, you people do not want to be loyal to the emperor and love the country, and raise armies to cause chaos and invade the land of our ancestors. Now you have invaded Khalkha without any reason. It is really unreasonable! You people are arbitrary and arbitrary. He has committed a conspiracy and provoked his own rebellion, and the world has become clear. It is extremely unreasonable to seize my Karen and kill my officers and soldiers. It is impossible to tolerate it again. My great emperor has gathered a large army and summoned hundreds of thousands of Mongolian elites to save the people. It's a waste. If you don't want to repent, we will attack you head-on and annihilate them all! Baoning, the left deputy general of the Qing Dynasty, will know about it!"
"Haha, you said the same thing, what a shame!"
Although Mi Shilang learned Mandarin very well and learned a lot of Chinese characters, he learned it under the almost modern education system in Beihai Town. He didn't understand the refined things of the ancients at all. Therefore, the letter of challenge that Baoning asked his staff to write was purely a wink for a blind man.
After listening to Mi Shilang's words, Zhou Zhong, the second battalion commander on the side, joked: "My lord is right, Manchu officials always don't speak well of people."
As soon as this statement came out, everyone in the headquarters laughed. The staff officer on the side said: "Those Qing troops haven't left yet. They probably want to wait for our reply."
"Reply?" Mi Shilang raised his face and thought for a moment, then sat at the table, pulled out a piece of white paper, and wrote a line of large characters on it with charcoal: "I advise you to surrender as soon as possible, otherwise your life will be in danger! The Northern Navy goes south. The deputy captain of the detachment, Mi Shilang, warns!"
Half an hour later, the same arrow letter was shot by a Buryat soldier. The Qing military attache who led the team took the letter and left in a hurry with his men.
At the same time, on the grassland thirty miles southwest of Chahan Tuoluohai Station, an army composed of tens of thousands of Mongolian cavalry was like black ants moving forward, covering the entire wilderness with a heavy blackness. Taking each Zasak camp head as a unit, they moved forward slowly under the guidance of the headquarters flag. In the middle of the marching team, dozens of Qing troops who were responsible for delivering orders were galloping back and forth.
When the forward troops of the Qing army arrived at a position twenty miles northwest of Chahan Tuoluohai Station, they stopped abruptly. Not long after, with a dull and long conch horn sound, and under the guidance of the shouts of galloping messengers and the flags of each battalion, everyone stopped and began to set up camp.
Although the Qing army suffered a disastrous defeat yesterday, this loss was nothing to Baoning, who commanded more than 20,000 troops. The key is time and marching speed. The amount of food and grass consumed by more than 20,000 people every day is an astronomical figure. The main task of the other counselor minister and Tushe Tuhan Cheden Dorji who stayed in Uliasutai is to supervise the food and grass management. . Baoning knew very well that if his entire strategy was delayed by such a few enemies, even if he had a hundred heads, it would not be enough for Qianlong to chop him off.
When he saw Mishilang's reply, his face turned green with anger. Counselor Ai Longa and others looked sullen.
"In the Ministry of War's newspaper, it was mentioned that the North Sea Pirates have a 'regiment, battalion and company arrangement', and each leading officer is also called 'regiment commander, battalion commander' and other positions, but who knows who the deputy detachment leader is? How big is your officer? How many soldiers are you leading?"
Baoning's words made all the Mongolian princes present, Taiji, look confused. Even Eyiduob Dorji, who went to Kyaktu to negotiate privately, could not understand.
Ai Longa thought for a while and said: "Commander, this should be their new military position. According to the previous report from the outpost, there should be hundreds of people."
The military system of the Northern Navy has been a headache for the Manchu and Qing Dynasties in recent years, because there is no reference and comparison at all, and it took several years of fighting to gradually grasp some of the situation. Now, a structure called "detachment" suddenly appeared. What the hell is this?
The concept of "team" did not exist in the Qing court's military system before the emergence of the Beiyang Standing Army; even if it appeared in official documents, it was only a quantitative adjective, no different from the "team" of a group of people.
"We don't have time to delay. The emperor's strategy is for us to fight against Jiaktu, cut off the northern pirates' retreat, and then attack from the north and south. There are still more than two thousand miles to walk from here. Even if we work hard, it will still take four It will take more than ten days to arrive!”
Baoning thought for a moment, then suddenly slapped the edge of the wooden plan frame with his hand. As if he had made up his mind, he said sternly: "It doesn't matter whether we can form an army or not. Just follow the strategy agreed upon by the previous army. The troops will be divided into three groups to cross the river in the future." , the middle road feints to lure the enemy, the north and south roads cross the river from upstream and downstream respectively, go around behind the opponent and attack together!"
"Fubo!"
"The last general is here!" Fu Bao, the commander of the Mongolian left wing of the Zhengbai Banner and the general of the Chinese army, heard the sound and stood up.
"You come from the center-left Zuoqi, so you should be familiar with this area, right?"
"You will always be able to find a way if you close your eyes."
"Okay! I will mobilize fifty elite soldiers from the Guards Corps for you. We will go across the river at night to find out the strength of the North Sea Pirates."
"Commander, we don't need fifty, I can bring twenty people! More people will make more noise."
Baoning nodded approvingly and said: "If we find out clearly, I will ask the emperor for your first credit!"
"Thank you, Marshal!" Fu Bao was overjoyed when he heard this, and immediately knelt down on one knee to salute, with a trace of red on his dark cheeks blown by the wind.
At nightfall, twenty Mongolian elites from the Eight Banners, led by Fu Bao, wearing chain armor and gray-blue short cotton-padded clothes, holding bows, arrows and waist knives, swam ten miles north of Chahantuoluohai Station. Tes River. An hour later, these people quietly arrived at the foot of the hill one mile away from the northern position of the Northern Navy.
When one of his men was about to move forward from behind the rock, Fu Bao suddenly grabbed him, and then heard footsteps coming from above his head.
"This damn place is quite warm during the day, but it's so cold at night."
"It should be better after we cross the river. Just be patient, change your post and go back to drink some broth."
"Forget it, I feel like vomiting when I hear the word meat now."
"..."
"Go up!" Fu Bao used the light and shadow of the bonfire in the distance to see clearly where the two sentries were standing. He took out the dagger from his waist and went up to it with two Qing soldiers.
Unexpectedly, when they were still several meters away from the two sentries and were about to launch their attack, a clear gunshot suddenly sounded in the dark night, and a Qing soldier was immediately shot and fell to the ground.
In the flash of lightning, countless thoughts flashed through Fu Bao's mind, but he couldn't care less. He and another of his men jumped up from the ground with ferocious looks, and with a "pop" of daggers emitting cold light, they stabbed It entered the lower back of a Northern Navy soldier. The soldier was stabbed in the kidney. The pain was heartbreaking and he couldn't help but gasp.
Next to him, the rifle in the hand of another Bei Haijun had been raised. The moment the Qing army's dagger pierced his chest, there was a "bang" gunshot, which happened to hit the Qing soldier's chest. On the thigh. At the same time, a dozen Qing soldiers lying behind also touched him.
Suddenly, a ray of light brighter than the sun lit up from the hill, and every detail appeared within a radius of hundreds of meters. All the Qing troops were instantly blinded and unable to distinguish. Then, dozens of bullets were fired at their location.
