Time passed little by little, and nearly an hour had passed since the departure of Khalkha Banner.
The atmosphere in the base camp tent was quite relaxed, with flag owners chatting with each other. Most of the chats between flag owners were about business matters.
For example, you have a lot of things, we have a lot of things here, and we have complementary resources.
Some people simply gathered together to play cards. There was relatively little tension in the Outer Mongolian military camp, as they were big landowners with considerable status.
It is equivalent to the ancient aristocratic system. Each leads the people of its own territory to participate in the war. We obey orders, but you should not be too harsh on us. Otherwise, if everyone turns over the table and refuses to do anything, no one will be able to live well.
Of course, the leader of the Qiyan Banner still has a huge right to speak. If he really prohibits it, everyone can only hold it in.
Among the 30,000 troops, Qiyan sent nearly 8,000 people.
Moreover, the Qiyan tribe has four flags in total, and two of the banner owners present are the banner owners of the Qiyan tribe.
Military power determines the right to speak.
At this time, among all the flag owners, only the Geer flag owner from the neighboring tribe of Baa was a little embarrassed. He stood aside with neither hands nor feet.
It was clear he was left alone.
The weak have the least say in the Outer Mongolian aristocratic system, not to mention that the Ba'alin Banner will soon be reduced to a third-rate tribe. This small tribe may only be reduced to vassals of other tribes in the future.
It’s hard to say whether the Ba’a tribe will still exist in a few decades.
Interests determine everyone's attitude towards them, so it is understandable that this situation occurs.
The Qiyan Flag Master was lying on a wolf-skin blanket with his eyes closed, and there was a stove next to him. The flag masters next to him were at a long distance away from him and did not dare to disturb this gentleman.
Da da da! ~
At this moment, there was a rapid sound of horse hooves.
The sound of horse hooves was clear and clear, with no overlap. It was a person and a horse coming at a fast pace.
I guess it was the scouts sent out by the base camp who came back first to report the battle situation.
Everyone counted the time and nodded slightly, it was almost time.
It seems that the leader of the Kaqiu banner has returned victoriously.
The leader of Geer Banner felt nervous and couldn't help but sigh silently, alas, what was supposed to come has finally come.
The curtain opened, and a young man covered in wind and snow walked in. He first bowed slightly to the flag owners, and then focused on saluting in front of the Qingyan flag owner.
"What's going on?" The Qiyan Banner Master half raised his eyes and still maintained his leaning posture and said calmly.
The young scout's eyes briefly dodge, and after thinking for a long time, he lowered his head and said in a deep voice, "The battle situation on the front line has become clear.
A total of 2,800 warriors from the Khalkha Banner launched a fierce attack on the southerners. The leader of the Kaqiu Banner first asked his son, the young master of the Kahe Banner, to lead a force of 2,000 people to attack. "
Hearing this, everyone nodded slightly.
It was a very wise decision. A lion still needs all his strength to fight a rabbit. You Geer has learned from the past and it is very wise for Kaqiu to do so.
And Geer's face turned dark.
I thought that Kaqiu had lost his mind in business, but he didn't expect that he still had some basic common sense.
"What's next?" Someone couldn't help but urge.
"The leader of the Kah Shao Banner led more than 2,000 men to fight against 200 enemy troops first... and then... he was directly attacked by the Chinese army, and the Chinese army was severely defeated.
Then the commander of the Kah Shao Banner led the left and right wings to circle around and attack fiercely, and then... suddenly a large number of enemy cavalry rushed out from the left and right sides... The left wing fought with them and was defeated, and the right wing's stray shots were defeated.
But at this time, the central army and the left-wing army were defeated, and then... the right-wing army was unable to support the tunnel and was also defeated.
The leader of the Kaqiu banner was eager to save his son, so he personally led 800 people from his headquarters to join the battle group..."
Hearing this, everyone was already shocked.
A heart goes through ups and downs, but why does it stop?
"Why did you stop? Tell me what happened!" Someone became dissatisfied.
The scout swallowed and told the result.
"Eight hundred people entered the enemy's position... a fierce battle... for five... minutes... a huge... defeat!"
As he spoke, the scout lowered his head, feeling that everyone's eyes were like knives that wanted to pierce him to death.
But at this moment, no one had the time to pay attention to the scouts. They were all stunned, with faces full of shock and confusion.
Several flag owners who have a good relationship with the Khalkha Banner are already doubting their lives.
They know the strength of the Khalkha Banner very well. Although the Khalkha Banner's combat power can only be regarded as the second echelon because it is often busy with trade and pleasure, it is not particularly stretched.
After all, the selected troops are all retired troops, and their combat effectiveness is definitely much stronger than the herdsmen here.
only.....
"Where's Kaqiu? Why doesn't he come to see me in person?" The Qiyan Banner Master had already sat upright, his tiger eyes showing fierceness.
"Kaqiu...the flag master, he...he has already gone to see Changshengtian."
"Where is his son?"
"Also...I'm going to see Changshengtian..."
"Zuo Ling? Where is their Khalkha's Zuo Ling?" The Qiyan Banner Master's breathing began to become rapid and heavy unknowingly, and his breathing was like a blower.
"Zuo Ling... Most of the Zuo Ling died in the battle. There may be some alive, but... I'm afraid they won't be able to come back."
As he spoke, the scout could no longer bear the sharp look in his eyes from the leader of the Qingyan Banner. He knelt down with a thud and continued hurriedly,
"Lord Flag Master, the Khalkha tribe is completely finished.
He should have been able to come back a lot, but the leader of the Kaqiu banner was determined to save his son, so he kept making offensive gestures.
So... So... In this battle of the Khalkha tribe, about six to seven hundred people were killed and wounded, and 1,800 were captured... Only more than 300 people escaped in haste. "
boom!
Almost as soon as the scout finished speaking, the stove next to him was kicked to the ground by the Qiyan Banner Master.
Fortunately, there is a piece of grass in the middle, otherwise the camp would soon be ablaze.
But at this time, the camp was completely silent.
No one expected this battle to be so ugly.
"Let me ask you again? How many enemies are there? Two hundred people defeated the nearly three thousand warriors of our Mongolian Empire? I don't believe it!"
The Qiyan Flag Master stared at the young scout below with bloodshot eyes, and even glanced at the Geer Flag Master in the corner.
"Returning to my lord, the enemy numbered 200 at first, but later they rushed out with 700 or 800 people. The total number is about 1,000.
However, the previous two hundred people were uniformly dressed and did not seem to be in the same group as the seven or eight hundred people. They might be the remaining tribesmen of Darhan Maoming'an.
But they also suffered heavy losses in this battle, losing no less than three to four hundred people..."
The scout lowered his head as he spoke and gave a kind look to the Geer flag leader in the corner from the corner of his eye.
Obviously, this young scout is not stupid either.
The Khalkha Flag was finished, and there was no point in stepping on the Khalkha Flag. He lifted it along the way, of course, the key point was to lift the Ba'a Nebu.
Hearing this, Qiyan Banner Master Luo Geer Banner's eyes retracted.
The leader of the Geer flag secretly breathed a sigh of relief. If this little scout hadn't guessed that he was not a group of people, I'm afraid he would have become a tool for the leader of the Qiyan flag to vent his anger.
