The autumn grassland is deeply loved by animals.
While the war horses were walking, even their neighing was filled with joy.
Only Badali was in a very heavy mood and always had a bad premonition about this expedition.
In order to cooperate with Dorgon in the battle, he was appointed as the commander of the right wing, gathering all the remaining troops of Horqin's three right-wing banners and heading south all the way to attack the flank of the Lou Fu cluster.
But after walking for so many days, the situation reported was still not clear enough.
"We have sent people to contact the Zarut Department, but there has been no reply so far."
After hearing the scout's report, Badali became more and more irritable.
"Have all the spies been sent out?"
His son Bayasi Hulang hurriedly said: "Each of the three groups of spies is a centurion team. I believe there will be news soon."
The other Mongolian princes and nobles all ate and drank as usual, full of confidence.
On this grassland where they have lived for generations, if they want to obtain any information, isn't it a matter of course?
If the Han people come here to fight with them, they will definitely learn a lesson they will never forget.
Only Badali was still frowning.
He was different from these nobles who rarely left the Mongolian grasslands. He had seen the power of the National Defense Forces.
What worries him the most is that the troops they have on hand are really not enough now.
The capable soldiers of each banner have followed Azig and Duduo into the Central Plains. Those who stayed to look after the family have always been less effective in combat.
Even if the power of the Three Banners is gathered, it will only be around 20,000.
If it weren't for the cavalry, Badali might not have dared to march alone.
Badali didn't know what was waiting for him ahead.
Zarut's camp was now reduced to ashes.
Countless Mongolian corpses were thrown into the burning bonfires one by one, burned and integrated into the heaven and earth.
The Mongolians who were still alive had long lost their energy and spirit, and were escorted by the Wehrmacht soldiers, slowly heading east.
"Dear general, I am willing to lead the Zarut tribe to surrender, and I am willing to be the vanguard of the army to help you deal with the Horqin people."
Zalutbu Dorobele Sangjiabu knelt in front of Pan Zhengyang in fear, wagging his tail and begging for mercy.
Although he heard that the National Defense Forces and the Qing-Mongolian coalition forces were going to fight at the Xilamulun River not far away, Sangjiabu was not worried at first.
Although their station was very close to the battlefield, as a people on horseback, Sangjiabu was confident that he could run away at any time.
As a result, when the Third Cavalry Division came under overwhelming siege, he understood what despair meant.
These Han cavalry showed combat effectiveness that he could not imagine at all. In just half an hour, the Zarut tribe completely collapsed.
Pan Zhengyang rode up to Sangjiabu, condescending and did not dismount at all.
"It's too late for you to ask for surrender now. Just be your prisoner."
Hearing that Pan Zhengyang actually refused to accept his surrender, Sangjiabu couldn't understand for a while and was terrified.
He had no idea what was waiting for him in the days to come.
The fast horses galloped over, and the scouts were sweating and covered in blood.
"Reporting to the division commander, we have discovered Horqin's scouts."
When he heard that he was in contact with Horqin, Pan Zhengyang perked up and asked quickly: "Where is it?"
The scout did not dismount, but immediately opened the map and pointed it out to him.
The officers of the Third Cavalry Division gathered around and immediately came to a conclusion.
"The Horqin cavalry should be able to arrive at Huanghua Mountain at noon tomorrow."
Military and political Cui Mingan pointed out the key.
Huanghua Mountain is one hundred and fifty miles northeast of the Zalut Banner where they are currently located. The Sayintaobu River flows through it and can provide water for the army.
Pan Zhengyang asked the scout: "Have Horqin's scouts discovered us?"
The scout said very proudly: "We have shielded the entire battlefield, and we have driven back Horqin's three scouts."
Pan Zhengyang laughed loudly and raised his fist to hit the scout.
"Well done, I'll give you credit later."
Chief of Staff Wanyan Zhengbo immediately had an idea.
"Since Horqin didn't notice the movements of our main force, we'll catch him off guard. Kill him right here in Huanghua Mountain."
"Of course we have to kill him. We have nearly 50,000 horses in the Third Division. Wouldn't it be a shame if we couldn't defeat his mere Horqin right wing?"
As a soldier, who wouldn't want to attack Liye?
The Third Cavalry Division was established relatively late, so it was unable to compare with those big brother troops and was more eager for military success.
Now that I have finally managed to stand alone, if I don't show results, the officers will not be able to accept it.
All the negative consequences brought about by the Mongol ministries following the Qing army into the Pass were revealed at this time.
Because too many elites were mobilized, the strength of various Mongolian ministries was greatly weakened.
This makes it impossible for them to completely control the grassland.
The number of scouts that Horqin could send out on the right wing was small, and their combat effectiveness was also quite insufficient. Therefore, they were at a complete disadvantage in the contest with the scouts of the 3rd Cavalry Division.
If the scouts cannot gain the upper hand, they cannot effectively monitor the battlefield and discover the enemy's movements.
In this way, although it was on his own territory, Horqin's right wing was like a blind man.
The Third Cavalry Division was well aware of Horqin's right wing actions.
The generals of the Third Cavalry Division immediately formulated a battle plan and rushed to Huanghua Mountain overnight.
On Horqin's right wing, news of the successive setbacks of the scouts came, casting a shadow over the hearts of all the Mongolian princes.
"When did the Han cavalry become so powerful?"
"It's really unbelievable that the descendants of Genghis Khan have fallen to such a low level."
Faced with the verbal and written criticism from all the princes, Badali felt very unhappy.
"Okay, let's stop arguing. Let's discuss whether we should march or not?"
At this time, he could no longer suppress his anger towards the Manchus.
Looking back at the beginning, Horqin and Mongolia were united and how powerful they were.
It was Huang Taiji who was afraid that Horqin would become powerful, so he forcibly divided it into the left and right wings of Six Flags, and each set up Zaksa to manage it.
The result is that the Six Flags are tied and have equal status. Now that he is in trouble, he has no way to suppress others and can only talk nicely and discuss it.
Baisgar, who was leading the right-wing front banner, was actually a little scared, but he was more worried.
"Prince Rui has issued a strict order that we must rush to the battlefield within ten days. If there is a delay, who can take the responsibility?"
Lama Shixi of the right rear banner is now in very bad health and is almost dragging his sick body while marching. While talking, he coughed violently.
"All the young and strong members of the clan have entered the border. Even if the remaining old, weak, sick and disabled people rush over, what can they do?"
Suddenly, the princes and nobles complained.
Seeing the morale of the army in chaos, Badali increasingly felt that the future was not good.
