A piece of good news was delivered to He Shiyuan again, killing a thousand enemies and beheading the great Beile Daishan.
A thousand heads were also sent, as well as Daishan's head, as well as the red flag and the flag owner's flag with a red flag. This thing is equivalent to the military flag of the army.
He Shiyuan also found it a bit unbelievable, but with the heads and military flags right in front of him, he couldn't bear to disbelieve it.
I just wonder, how did that boy Jia Cong do it?
Although the victory report said that it was an ambush in advance, and gunpowder was used to frighten the opponent's horses, and then make a surprise attack.
But facing such a result, it still feels a bit incredible.
The other generals looked at the heads with envy. These were all battle achievements.
He and others didn't get any credit at all, but this young boy Jia who just came here actually made great achievements one after another. It would be a lie to say that he wasn't jealous.
Since it’s so easy to take credit, can we do the same?
Someone suggested: "General, how about we send troops into the grassland and get some military exploits?"
He Shiyuan looked at him as if he were a fool and didn't bother to pay attention to that guy at all.
Although Jia Cong has made a lot of contributions, He Shiyuan knows very well that it is not that simple at all. This is tantamount to pulling chestnuts from the fire.
"I know that everyone is very jealous when they see Jia Cong's meritorious service, but how much do you weigh? You should know for yourself. If you are really allowed to go to the battlefield, are you going to perform meritorious service? Or are you going to die?
If any of you think you can, I can also send you to observe the battle situation between the two armies. When the time comes, it will be up to you whether you live or die. "
He Shiyuan's words made the generals fall into deep thought.
If he really went to the battlefield, he would definitely be dead if he was discovered. The cavalry would not be able to withstand a charge, let alone meritorious service.
I don’t know how that kid Jia Cong did it?
I used to think that this guy was just here to gain qualifications, but I didn't expect that he actually had some abilities. I couldn't help but be convinced. He really is a hero from a young age.
Seeing that all the generals were silent, He Shiyuan shook his head. How could he not know the nature of these men?
They are more happy than anyone else when they want to take credit. If they really let them fight, they will shrink faster than anyone else.
He picked up the brush and wrote two good news, one sent to Liaoyang and the other to the capital.
······
There was solemnity in the barbarian camp.
In the center of the old slave's tent, there is a headless corpse, which is Daishan who was beheaded by Jia Cong.
At this time, the old slave was filled with grief, and the anger in his heart could not be expressed in words. On the grassland of Khalkha, two of his sons had died.
He wanted to kill all the Mongols to vent his anger.
But as the leader of a country, he cannot act arbitrarily. Recovering the Mongols is far more valuable than killing them.
"Hong Tai, give Dai Shan a good burial."
"Father Khan, is this the end of the matter? Mang Gurtai's revenge has not been avenged, and now the second brother has been killed again. We must not let it go like this. The thief must pay with blood."
"Yes, Great Khan, these Mongolians are so abominable. I suggest that all these Mongolians be killed to pay homage to Dabeile's spirit in the sky."
Amin looked at the angry crowd, and then at Daishan's headless body on the ground. He was filled with admiration for his partner's abilities and became more confident in his next plan.
"Great Khan, the top priority is to find the murderer and avenge Big Belle. We cannot let the murderer go unpunished."
The old slave waved his hand, and everyone below suddenly stopped talking.
"I can understand everyone's feelings. It's my son who died. Can I not feel heartbroken? I also want to kill everyone and let go of the bad breath in my chest, but for the sake of our great cause, I can't do this.
However, I will not let go of the thief who killed Daishan. Once the murderer is found, no matter who he is, I will let him know what regret is and make him pay the price with blood. "
At this time, the guard came in and reported: "Reporting to the Great Khan, a messenger from Hetuala has come. I have an urgent matter to meet with the Great Khan."
The old slave was stunned for a moment when he heard this. There shouldn't be anything big going on in the rear. Could it be that something happened in the rear?
"Send him in."
"Yes, Khan."
Soon someone came in, knelt down and saluted: "I'm here to greet you, the Great Khan."
The old slave said: "Get up, what happened in the rear?"
"Reporting to the Great Khan, a group of thieves sneaked into the Great Khan's palace. All the guards were killed and countless treasures of the Great Khan were stolen. The guard sent people to hunt them down, but they returned without success."
"Boom!"
The news hit everyone's heads like a bolt from the blue.
That was their palace. Others were in a deserted place. Not only were their treasures taken away, but they were also unable to do anything. Who are they? He actually has such ability?
The old slave was so angry that he turned over the table and roared: "You are really bullying others. It makes me angry!"
"Poof" a mouthful of blood spurted out. The old slave rolled his eyes and fell backwards.
After all, he was old, in his fifties, and had lost two sons one after another. He was already extremely grieved and exhausted, and when he heard that his home had also been looted, he was still able to hold on despite being shocked and angry.
"Sweat!"
"Father Khan!"
When everyone saw this, they were shocked and rushed forward to help the old slave. Fortunately, he did not fall.
The doctor who accompanied the army was called in, and after a lot of hard work, the old slave woke up.
"The profuse sweating is just out of breath, it's nothing serious. However, you still need to rest for a while to recover, so you shouldn't work too hard."
Hong Tai said: "Father, you have also heard what the doctor said. You can rest assured during this period. Now that Khalkha has been defeated by us, the overall situation has been decided. Conquer the remaining forces of Khalkha and leave it to us." ”
Amin also said: "Yes, Khan, you still need to take care of yourself. There are many important events in the future that you will need to preside over."
The old slave couldn't help but sigh, hey, he is getting old, and during this period of time, he has been stimulated one after another, and his body really can't hold it anymore.
Fortunately, the overall situation in Mongolia has been decided, and it doesn't matter whether he is there or not. Let them leave the rest to their young people.
"Amin, Hongtai listens to the order. The matter of subduing the remaining tribes of Khalkha will be left to the two of you. I will go back to Hetuala to recuperate for a while."
The two of them cupped their hands and said, "I will obey the Great Khan's orders and I will not let him down."
Three days later, five thousand Bagalas escorted the old slave out of the barbarian camp and headed east to return to Hetuala.
······
Jia Cong also received news from Amin that day.
According to Amin, these five thousand Bagara are the elites of the Eight Banners, and each of them is one of a hundred. Each Bagara has superhuman physical fitness and fighting skills.
This Bagala is the strongest soldier under the old slave. It can be said that he is the elite among the elite, and he is a warrior who has experienced hundreds of battles.
Amin knew that with the strength of Jia Cong's two thousand men, there was no chance of winning at all. Even with the help of explosives, the probability of winning was very low, so he did not ask that the old slave must be killed, but just let him act according to the situation.
Jia Cong looked at the information in his hand and couldn't help but fall into deep thought.
There is no doubt that Lao Nu's guard is very powerful. Although it cannot defeat one against a hundred, there is no problem at all for one against ten.
His one hundred personal soldiers may not be inferior to them in terms of physical strength, but when it comes to being experienced in hundreds of battles, they are far behind.
Wang Shun's 2,000 cavalry, plus Borchi's 7,000 cavalry, a total of 9,000 cavalry. Even if they attack by surprise, they are probably no match.
Unless we find a suitable place to ambush, just like we did with Amin, completely confusing Lao Nu's Bagala, and then allowing the cavalry to charge, we can be sure of victory.
The price paid to eliminate 5,000 Baya La is too high. It may reduce the number by half or even more, which is a bit outweighing the gains.
This time the old slave left alone, it was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. As an emperor, everyone was surrounded by people, and it was rare for him to travel alone.
If I miss this time, I don’t know if I will have another chance in the future.
The old slave can be regarded as the king of a country. If I can capture him, I can at least get a marquis, right?
If Your Majesty is generous, there is no problem in getting a Duke.
What if we take advantage of the chaos to kill the old slave and withdraw? Wouldn't this be better?
Seeing the change on Jia Cong's face, Qingwen couldn't help but ask: "Third Master, what are you thinking about? Have you encountered something difficult?"
Jia Cong nodded and said: "Yes, there is one thing I have been undecided about. If I do it, it will be of great benefit to me, but the casualties will be huge. The current troops may lose half, or even more, even if Several of us may suffer casualties.”
Qingwen said in surprise: "How could there be such a powerful person? Are there many people?"
Jia Cong said: "If there are five thousand people who are more powerful than my soldiers, do you think we can win?"
Qingwen said: "Third Master, our soldiers have taken Dali Pills, who can compare?"
"Every one of Lao Nu's Bagaras is an elite soldier who has experienced hundreds of battles. There are five thousand people in total. Our soldiers are no worse than them in terms of physical strength, but they are far behind in terms of experience in hundreds of battles. The key is quantity. There’s no comparison.”
"Third Master, if we use all our grenades, can't we defeat them?"
"We can win, but we can't control the casualties."
Qingwen said: "Third Master, since it is good for you, then do it. Almost all of our current personnel are Mongolians. They will not be able to follow us in the future. Over time, they may betray Third Master. Let them serve as Third Master's Make a contribution."
Qingwen's words also awakened Jia Cong. These Mongolians were originally only used as his chess pieces for his backhand. Why don't they keep them now?
Now, isn't it the time when we need them?
"Okay, then let's try our best this time and give it a try. The third master's future depends on this."
Jia Cong found Borchi and asked, "How many soldiers are there in the tribe that can fight now?"
Bor Chidao: "To tell you back to the general, we have gathered several tribes in the past few days. If we take them all away, we can make up 10,000 people."
Jia Cong thought for a moment and said, "You immediately mobilize eight thousand of your best troops to follow me and send troops. The two thousand people can stay behind in the tribe."
"Yes, General, I'll do it right away."
Two hours later, an army of 10,000 men and two horses galloped eastward.
One day later, the scouts discovered traces of Lao Nu's army.
Jia Cong didn't rush to take action. He just let the sentry watch from a distance, and watched them set up camp in the evening.
We originally planned to launch a sneak attack on Lao Nu's camp at night, but it was too dark at night and we couldn't tell who was who. In desperation, we had no choice but to cancel the action plan and attack in the early morning.
At dawn, when people are most sleepy, Jia Cong directed everyone to lead their horses and approach Lao Nu's camp carefully step by step.
They stopped at 500 meters and all mounted their horses to wait for the charge.
Tiezhu led the special forces team, each carrying ten grenades, and quietly approached the camp.
The camp of 5,000 people is still very large. The furthest grenade is only over 100 meters, and usually only 60 or 70 meters. The coverage distance is limited, so you can only choose a place with relatively dense tents.
Seeing the white fish belly exposed in the east, I could vaguely see things.
Tiezhu gave an order, and all the special forces members threw the grenades in their hands into the tent inside. Within one minute, they threw all ten grenades in, and then led the personnel to evacuate quickly.
The "rumbling..." explosion sounded in the silent dawn and lasted for more than a minute.
More than three hundred grenades exploded one after another, causing considerable casualties and causing even greater commotion.
Some grenades exploded in the tent, directly covering the sleeping people, killing and injuring a large number of people. Those who were lucky enough to be uninjured ran out of the tent without even having time to put on their clothes.
The camp was filled with smoke for a while, flames shot into the sky, screams and roars came and went. People coming out of the tents were scurrying around like headless flies, and the camp was suddenly in chaos.
Such a loud noise sounded in the camp, like thunder. Most people were frightened. They didn't know what happened? Some people ran outside naked.
When the old slave heard the explosion, he suddenly trembled in his heart. He was well-informed and knew that it was the explosion of gunpowder and that someone was attacking the camp.
When he walked out of the tent and saw the chaotic crowd, he shouted loudly: "Don't panic, everyone. This is the explosion of gunpowder. Someone is sneaking into the camp. Everyone must gather immediately and prepare to fight."
As soon as he finished speaking, he felt the ground begin to tremble, and then the "rumbling" sound of horse hooves suddenly sounded, getting closer and closer.
The old slave was wondering, who is this person coming to attack him? How do you know your whereabouts? Is it a coincidence?
He didn't panic too much. With 5,000 Bagaras around, he believed that he could defeat all opponents. Even if he couldn't win, he could escape easily. He had this confidence after experiencing countless battles.
Wang Shun and Zhang Hu led five thousand cavalry, and rushed into the camp at lightning speed, killing the crowd in the chaos. The huge impact directly knocked people away, waving the sword in their hands, and beheaded the panicked people in front of them. enemy.
Under the scolding and command of the old slave, the Bagaras calmed down and began to organize a counterattack.
Wang Shun's team rushed for more than a hundred meters, and gradually lost its impact, and the two sides started a melee.
Jia Cong looked at the battlefield below through the telescope. Lao Nu's Bagara was really strong. His cavalry lost its impact and fell into a disadvantage instantly.
If this continues, he will definitely be eaten. He turned to Boer Chidao and said, "You lead three thousand cavalry and raid Lao Nu's rear camp from the side. You and Wang Shun will attack from both sides."
"Your Majesty's Order!"
Borchi led three thousand cavalry and rushed towards Lao Nu's camp from the side.
The "rumbling" sound of horse hoofs sounded again, and Wang Shun's team was refreshed. They knew that reinforcements were coming, and their morale was high.
Wang Shun shouted: "Brothers, our reinforcements are coming, kill them."
The old slave's team was a little panicked. Hearing this voice, he knew that there were many people. The old slave was also a little surprised. There were actually reinforcements?
Borchi's team, relying on the inertia of the horses' running, rushed into the enemy's formation. After a hard fight, they fell into a melee again.
Jia Cong said: "Li Biao, lead a thousand cavalry and go down to reinforce them."
"I will obey the order!"
Li Biao also led a thousand cavalry and rushed into the enemy's camp in an instant. After charging and killing for a while, he joined Borchi to fight together.
Jia Cong had already discovered the old slave's position and shouted behind him: "Everyone, follow me to charge and kill the enemy. Today I will personally kill the old slave. Follow me and kill him."
