"See for yourselves!"
Cao Bianjiao's face looked a little ugly, and he waved his hand towards the sergeants of the Warrior Battalion, and the sergeants spread out.
Sun Chuanting, Mao Wenlong, and Cao Wenzhao looked along the passage and were instantly confused!
The people protected by the warrior camp turned out to be people from various Mongolian tribes, and it seemed that their status was not low.
What do you mean?
Is this such a big battle just to save these losers?
It's already good enough that you didn't just cut them into pieces, but you also protect them?
Looking at the doubtful looks in the three people's eyes, Cao Bianjiao looked at the leaders of the Mongolian tribes and said angrily: "I guess you don't know these guys, I will introduce them to you."
"This is Cao Wenzhao, the commander of Tengxiang's left guard, a third-grade general, and the commander-in-chief of the defense line here!"
"This is Dongjiang Commander-in-Chief, Dongjiang Bo Mao Wenlong, a second-grade general."
"This is Sun Chuanting, the commander of the Forbidden Army, a second-grade general."
"General, the commander of the warrior camp is Cao Bianjiao!"
"Aren't you looking for someone? The person is already here, why are you hiding him?"
Listening to a series of introductions, the generals became more confused, but they still waited patiently.
The leaders and generals of the Mongolian tribes were numb, and then they suddenly realized.
No wonder these Ming troops were all extremely elite, and they were unable to fight back, even worse than their Mongolian soldiers.
Needless to say, the Forbidden Army was the emperor's personal army, and the Warrior Battalion and Tengxiang Left Guard were the emperor's personal troops, and they were definitely the most elite in the Ming Dynasty.
After the shock, Aduqin and others slowly opened the shield, revealing the scene inside. As a result, Sun Chuanting and others were even more confused.
I saw Huang Taiji and several other high-ranking military generals who established slaves being held by Mongolian soldiers with knives on their necks, staring at everyone with wary faces.
What the fuck is going on?
Weird things happen every year, but there are so many this year. It’s been a long time since I’ve lived.
Thinking that the Warrior Battalion was protecting the Mongolian tribes, it turned out that the Mongolian tribes had hijacked Huang Taiji.
The few people who can come here are all human beings, not to mention Qiqiao Linglongxin.
In just an instant, they understood Cao Bianjiao's intention of recruiting them, and even more clearly the intentions of the Mongolian tribes.
Before the emperor and Yuan Keli came together, Cao Wenzhao was the highest person in charge. Even if Sun Chuanting and Mao Wenlong had higher official positions than him, they could only listen to him now.
Cao Wenzhao said in a deep voice: "Aren't you looking for me? I'm here. What do you want to talk about? Tell me now!"
"You are not qualified and can't decide. Let Yuan Keli or...the Ming Emperor come!"
A Duqin shook his head and said firmly: "Don't scare us. Now that we have done it, we are completely willing to fight.
I heard that your warrior camp is the most elite existence in the Ming Dynasty. You might as well try and see if we can kill Huang Taiji before you kill us. "
"you……"
Cao Wenzhao was so angry that he wanted to curse. Damn it, did you call me here just to make you sarcastic?
But he had to admit that the Huang Taiji in the hands of A Duqin and the others was very important to the Ming Dynasty and the emperor.
Nurhachi started his rebellion in the 11th year of Wanli. In the past fifty years, he not only occupied Liaodong, but also massacred hundreds of thousands of soldiers and civilians.
In the Battle of Sarhu in the forty-seventh year of Wanli period, the Ming army suffered a disastrous defeat. Four first-level generals were killed in the battle, and 310 Taoist officials, deputy chief soldiers, staff generals, guerrillas and other generals were killed in the battle. This is It is a great shame and humiliation.
From the forty-sixth year of Wanli to the seventh year of Tianqi, the military salary was as high as 60 million taels, which caused great pain to the entire Ming Dynasty.
PS: This military expenditure is recorded in "The Northern Strategy of the Ming Dynasty". I don't know whether it is true or false, so there is no need to delve too deeply into it.
Now that Jiannu is about to be exterminated, if the captives offered to the Imperial Ancestral Temple were offered to Huang Taiji, the meaning of this would definitely be different.
"Commander Mao, immediately lead the Dongjiang soldiers to clean up from here to the southeast!"
"Commander Sun Du, immediately lead the imperial army to clean up from here to the northwest!"
"Feng Zhengkui, lead Teng Xiang's left guard to clean up from here to the southwest!"
"Remember, all the slave-building coalition forces will not accept any form of surrender and will be killed without mercy. The war must be ended before Luan Jia arrives!"
Without any hesitation, everyone immediately led their troops into the battlefield again.
Cao Wenzhao looked at Adu Qin and others coldly, "I can't take action against you. Isn't it possible to take action against the Mongolian tribes?"
Unfortunately, the pain in the eyes of A Duqin and others flashed away, replaced by determination.
The battlefield is still being fought, and with the addition of 50,000 fresh troops from Mao Wenlong and Sun Chuanting, the advantage on the battlefield has increased.
After charging and fighting for an hour, the Jiannu coalition army was at the end of its strength. Without the command of senior generals, it was even more defeated.
To say massacre is a bit exaggerated, but basically it was all done with a sword in hand.
The long knife slashed across it, blood sprayed out and turned into mud.
By sunset, the battle was over.
Under the bloody setting sun, countless corpses lay on the slightly hot battlefield, and injured horses knelt on the ground and neighed miserably.
The blood soaked the ground, forming a muddy ground with soil, flesh, etc. Every time he stepped on it, blood and mud spattered.
Pools of blood gathered in small potholes everywhere.
From time to time, a sergeant climbed up from the pile of dead bodies, struggled to walk forward, and then fell to the ground with a thud. It was not known whether he had died or had no strength.
The rich smell of blood filled the area for miles around. Birds did not dare to fly and beasts did not dare to sing.
Everything was silent except for the roar of landmines struck by the soldiers of the Confederate Union Army who escaped from the mountains on both sides.
"Instruct all ministries to take charge of one direction and hit the center, and count the battle losses!"
The military order was conveyed and all the ministries moved together again.
Compared with fighting, although the job of finishing the last knife is easy, it is more dangerous, because you never know whether the 'corpse' lying underground will be a corpse.
Another hour passed, the last strike was over, and Sun Chuanting and others gathered together.
Before anyone could open their mouths to report the battle losses, two cavalrymen from the southwest quickly arrived. The sergeant on the horse shouted loudly: "Your Majesty, your Majesty, Luan Jia is already less than three miles away from here!"
Cao Wenzhao looked at the few people, his face straightened, and he whispered: "Everyone, let's go together to greet His Majesty. We will report the battle damage after meeting His Majesty!"
After speaking, he glanced at the leaders of the Mongolian tribes and then left first. Everyone looked at each other and followed him.
Although Mao Wenlong has a plain face, he is actually a little beat up in his heart, even though he has experienced countless storms and wars.
In just three years... in one year, the existence that once stirred up the troubles of establishing slaves behind enemy lines and was regarded by the imperial court as a rare soldier has become dispensable. .
Although he had been telling the Dongjiang generals that he could save them, he really didn't know what to do.
The leaders of the Mongolian tribes were even more frightened and uneasy.
