"Old man, go quickly! I'll stop you here!"
About a hundred brothers gathered around Wang Beibei and were fighting hard.
However, there were enemies everywhere, with constant shouts of killing and various wailing sounds.
As the Outer Mongolian cavalry entered the tribe, even though the Maoming'an tribe had a numerical advantage, they were almost defeated by the sudden conflict.
At first, there were hundreds of people who temporarily blocked the first wave of onslaught, but they gradually discovered that this group of Outer Mongols was very cunning, and some even refused to enter the tribe at all, and just rode around and shot.
Using high mobility on the periphery to continuously shoot, this directly caused Maoming Anbu to rush out and a group of people were shot down one after another before they could reach them.
More often than not, they were hit by arrows fired from the outside as soon as they walked out of the tent in confusion, and fell to the ground with a muffled groan.
The situation on Wang Beibei's side is slightly better. His archery skills are superb, and the bow in his hand is also a Manchu bow.
This kind of bow is more popular in Waimeng over there, but it has declined here.
Firstly, the blacksmithing skills have faded and many craftsmen have died of old age. Secondly, everyone neglects training. Even if the tribe has a lot of inventory, few people can pull it.
It’s just that everyone can see Wang Beibei’s ability. After shooting several people to death, he quickly received the attention of many nearby Outer Mongolian shooters.
Fortunately, there were enough brothers near him, and he was safe under constant cover, but the brothers fell down one by one.
"Escape? Where to escape? We are finished! It is finished!"
Beishan was sitting slumped behind a tent, his old face already haggard, as if he had aged several years overnight.
"Then old man, why don't we surrender? Anyway, we can only follow them." Wang Beibei suggested.
"useless!"
Beishan shook his head, his face full of bitterness. He had figured out many things now.
He figured it out after the Mongols came to kill him.
These people are a group of jackals, and they want to take this opportunity to launch another invasion southward.
The purpose may not necessarily be to break into the hinterland of Chahar again like it was more than ten years ago, but even if they wander around and loot the grasslands in the north and central part, they will still make much more money than they have made doing business with their Maoming Anbu in the past few years.
In fact, similar situations did not happen in the early years.
They come and go like the wind, they grab and run, and the authorities have absolutely nothing to do about it.
Now that Outer Mongolia is relying on Russia, public rebuke is even more impossible.
But now Beishan understood that Outer Mongolia wanted to rob faster.
This is true whether it is cattle, sheep, or human population!
The fastest way is to defeat the two tribes in one battle. Surrender is no longer possible!
When the evil reputation of the Outer Mongolian cavalry spreads, a fear effect will occur.
Those with soft bones surrender directly, while those with hard bones have no will to fight.
At the same time, on the high slopes two or three miles north of Maoming'an and Darhan, densely packed rows of Outer Mongolian men wearing animal skin jackets or cotton-padded clothes were watching the scene below with stern expressions. screen.
This time when we went south, it was true that one of the banners had a good relationship with the Maoming Anbu at the beginning, and they accepted some benefits and agreed to help in a play.
Even the Maoming Anbu later conspired and requested to go south, only with this flag.
As a result, the banner leader of Outer Mongolia is also thinking too much. Now Outer Mongolia also has to spend the winter, and everyone's life is not as good as that of Inner Mongolia.
Previously, due to the military force of this former sovereign state, they had not dared to head south rashly.
He was also afraid of being beaten last time, so he had the heart to be a thief but not the courage to do so.
But this time it was different. During the conversation with Wang Beibei of the Maoming'an Department, the Outer Mongolia flag leader kept talking in vain.
Wang Beibei doesn't have much brains, and he doesn't know how to handle it after drinking a few mouthfuls of horse urine.
And he also thought that he might have to hang out with the Outer Mongols in the future anyway. Since they were all one of his own, there was nothing else he couldn't say.
So he told everything about the current situation in Chahar, Inner Mongolia, including what he knew about the current domestic situation.
After hearing the current situation in Chahar, the flag owner's thoughts immediately came to life after he sent Wang Beibei away.
So they sent someone to report the matter overnight.
"Your Excellency, Qiyan Banner Master, the vanguard army of Ba'a Neighborhood is expected to capture these thousands of people very soon. They may be able to advance hundreds of miles tonight!"
"Yes! Your Excellency, Qiyan Banner Master, it's a little cold outside. How about we wait for good news from Ba'alin Banner Master tomorrow?"
Several Outer Mongolia flag owners tried to dissuade them, and everyone had been watching on the hillside for a while.
The situation of this battle can be said to be very clear, and Chahar and Darhan have no power to resist at all.
It seemed that the battle was fierce, but in fact it did not cause many casualties to their warriors.
It's just that although it's fun to watch, it's not interesting after watching it for a long time. It's really cold at night on the grassland, and it gets even colder if you don't move around.
The leader of the Qiyan Banner is an old man over fifty years old. He has obvious ancient Mongolian characteristics. He has a round face, a somewhat flat face, slightly curly black hair, and a thick beard.
At this time, his gray beard was covered with frost, and his eyebrows were even whiter, but this added a bit of majesty to him.
He is the person in charge of this trip south. First of all, the tribe he belongs to is the most powerful tribe in Outer Mongolia today, and he himself is a great noble.
Today's Outer Mongolia structure still retains most of the traditions of the previous dynasty. Even because it has become independent, it has established His Majesty the Great Emperor, and the Great General has added some Soviet-style military rank systems.
To put it simply, it is flashy and has a bit of imitation effect.
In fact, these are just some titles, which are basically divided into classes based on tribal units. The lower tribes are commoners, the powerful tribes are nobles, and the heirs of large tribes are basically princes and nobles.
The leader of the Qiyan Banner is such a noble man of noble blood.
The flag masters are also divided into big flag masters and small flag masters. The big flag master is basically equivalent to the domestic major general and lieutenant general level.
The Qiyan Banner Leader went south this time and gathered ten small and medium-sized flag owners, totaling 30,000 people.
The old flag master Qiyan looked at the banner masters present, raised his eyes slightly and said calmly, "I don't need Ba'alin to attack hundreds of miles overnight, as long as he takes these two.
Use these two camps as the base camp. We will talk about the rest tomorrow. Don't be greedy for success. You know this season. "
As he spoke, the Qiyan Flag Master shook his head, turned his horse's head and headed towards the tent behind him.
Everyone nodded after hearing this, yes. It is not advisable to rush for a short period of time in this season. Once a storm breaks out, it will be a disaster.
But just as they left, they didn't know that a cavalry group of about two to three hundred people was steadily advancing towards the war zone.
"Hoo ho! Chief Shepherd! Chief Shepherd!"
At this time, a group of people from the Shangdu Department who fled were panting and running wildly. The deputy pastor seemed to have seen something and shouted loudly.
After hearing this, Duyan also felt that this distance was relatively safe, and there was no sign of enemy pursuit from behind.
The crowd also rushed all day and night, and he quickly waved his hand to signal the team to slow down.
"how?"
When the team had stopped and many brothers lay tiredly on their horses, One Eye looked at the deputy pastor.
"Look, Chief Shepherd! It seems like someone is rushing over there!"
