Jingming

Chapter 393 The afterglow of the grassland and the dawn of Nanyang

The people who are most familiar with the grassland people are naturally the grassland people, especially An Da who has long been ambitious.

The wind blew across his face, and he rode forward, holding a scimitar with a golden horse head-shaped handle.This is the Blade of Khan, a sacred treasure.

He already has a name, so why can't he use a golden sword?

In the past, the Mongols also used the long swords of the Khitans.It was Genghis Khan who came into contact with the scimitar from the west. Later, he improved it and even used some Han forging skills. This is how the Mongolian scimitar came into being.

At that time, everyone on the steppe cavalry, from generals to soldiers, had sharp Mongolian scimitars as weapons.

Only a few people can use the golden sword with the golden handle.

Now, many soldiers no longer have any good knives to use.And the Han people had so much iron that they could use it to pave roads!

But the people of Changshengtian still cannot unite together.

Because there is no leader who convinces everyone, the real Khan!

"Kill! Kill them first!"

I roared loudly, and he, who was 25 years old, took the lead.

Today, Chahar households have eight Otok tribes including Chahantatar, Keshiketeng, Aohan, Naiman, Wengniute, Ujumqin, Haqit and Sunit.

Ida came in full force, and after discovering them, two Otok sentries located in the southwest of Chahar chose to remain silent.

Partly because of Anda's determination, and partly because of Anda's rescue outside Zhen'an Fort.

But now, Anda's goal is not to kill many people.If possible, he wanted to preserve as much of the prairie's power as possible.

His target is the jade seal.

"Husler Saihan! Don't force me! Follow me to the sweat tent! As long as I live in heaven, everything I do is for you and our descendants!"

The horse galloped nearby, and I shed tears in my eyes.

On both wings, the cavalry of their Tumut tribes no longer had the powerlessness to face the Ming army's artillery fire.Their bravery cannot be compared to today's central Wanhu cavalry.The cowardly Xue army back then became like this just because there was no clear leader after the death of Dayan Khan.

Anda watched as his men and the soldiers on the opposite side continued to fall, but their leader, Husler Saihan, was still fighting bloody battles.

Now, it was the main force of the Chinese army led by Anda himself who launched the final charge. He could already see Husler Saihan's angry face when he turned around.

"Traitor! Sinner! Do you still have the nerve to talk about immortality? Elkir Khan will definitely throw you into a big frying pan, and I will pull out all your hair one by one!"

"Why don't you understand...Why don't you understand..." An Da closed his eyes in pain, and when he opened them again, he roared, "Everything I want to do is just like your name, I want to fight for the longevity of heaven." It brings good hope to our people!”

In the shamanism on the grassland, people pile up horse skulls and blue cloth strips to form Obo, and the sky is worshiped by all the grassland people.After death, the soul will be judged by Elkir Khan, the prince of the underworld.Those who committed evil deeds were thrown into a pot of boiling oil.The more evil you do, the bigger the pot becomes and the harder it is to climb out.

At this time, in heaven, everyone who has ever benefited from your good deeds can grab your hair and give you a hand.

But Husra Saihan said that he would pull out all his hair one by one.

Anda gave up on trying to surrender Husile Saihan, and he finally screamed out in an incomprehensible sense of grief and mission: "Kill!"

"Kill!" Ma Fang shot out an arrow. When he controlled his horse to pass an enemy who was about to fall to the ground, he bent over the horse's belly and grabbed his bow and quiver with quick eyes and hands.

When marching and fighting, each cavalryman would bring two or three bows and at least two quivers filled with arrows, depending on his strength.Each quiver should contain about a hundred arrows.

Ma Fang used to be a slave. He only had a bow and a bag of arrows.

Now he can continue killing again.

"Good job!"

Seeing Ma Fang's equestrian skills, as well as his will and excitement to continue fighting, the Tumut cavalry recognized him.

Ma Fang held this new good bow tightly, tested the strength of the bow string, and then excitedly raised the bow and shouted: "Sudden heat!"

"kill!"

In this pasture, the sound of horse hooves can be heard all the time.The cavalry moving at high speed found angles to shoot and dodge. In addition to outflanking, intersecting, and drilling through from different directions on the left, center, and right at the beginning, it became increasingly chaotic later on.

Different cavalry teams are more like warships in naval battles. The bows are their cannons and the arrows are their projectiles.

After the formation was broken up, it was surrounded and fired, and falling from the horse was like sinking.

The Tumut cavalry, who had been following Anda for ten years in the north and south, were like a pack of wolves with no way out, and now everyone's eyes were shining with bloodthirsty light.

The fighting and killing here is just the beginning. After here, there will be more tribes from Chahar Ten Thousand Houses, as well as Khalkha Ten Thousand Households, the most loyal opponent to the Khan Court on the left.

The sky was gloomy.

It's rainy in the summer, but when it does rain, it feels like the Immortal God is weeping over his people killing each other.

After the rain soaked the people and horses who fell on the ground, it brought out more blood and penetrated into the ground below.

Next year, the place may be more fertile and the weeds will be more lush.

But now, this place looks more and more like hell.

Until a shout finally came from one place: "Surrender! Husler Saihan has returned to the embrace of Changshengtian!"

"Surrender!"

"Surrender!"

I sat on his horse and stayed quietly on a hill, looking down at the body on the ground next to me.

There was no more sadness and regret in his eyes.

He had this sadness when he actually gave the order to attack his own people directly.

Back then, he had plotted against Gunbilik and Bodi, but at that time he didn't have this kind of sadness. At that time, it was just for the future of the Tumut tribe.

But Ming Dynasty was becoming more powerful day by day next to his territory. He finally had a bigger heart and the most urgent sense of crisis.

From the day he left Fengzhoutan, he actually regarded all the tribes on the grassland as his people.

Now, he has lost more than 2000 of his future strength.

In addition to the injured...how many years of recuperation will it take for a tribe to return to the level before this battle?

As soon as the leader died, the remaining people saw that the situation was over. Finally, most of them began to dismount, threw away their weapons, and were silently driven together.

Surrounded by his generals and bodyguards, I slowly rode up to them.

The rain was still falling, and the atmosphere on the grassland after the war was solemn. Someone finally cried out: "Tuxie Tuchechen Khan, you have a noble Khan, and you are a reliable sweat of wisdom. Why did you come to slaughter our tribe?" , snatching our pasture? Why?”

The soldiers who had surrendered with heavy casualties were now close to mental collapse. When they heard someone boldly crying and asking questions, their emotions also surged into their hearts.

"I conquered Yutailing and rescued you from the siege of the Han people. On the grassland, you have all heard of my name, praised my deeds, and know my loyalty to the Khan's court. Now I ask you, Tu Isn’t the son of the Mert Department very brave?”

"Is it possible that the bravery of the Tumote Department is just to deal with our own people?" The person who first asked the question spoke sadly and indignantly.

"No!" An Da said loudly, "The Tumote tribe that allowed you to defeat so quickly can only be beaten and bullied in front of the Han people!"

After he said these words, he seemed to be venting his long-standing anger.

"I lost some of the places I originally occupied. Last winter, our Tumut tribe tried our best to take it back, but we couldn't! I told the Khan that the Han people are no longer the same, and we need to really work together. Together we will interrupt the momentum of the Han people's growing strength. However, the Great Khan only hopes that our Tumote Department will continue to consume each other with the Han people!"

After a pause, Anda roared like a wounded wolf king: "I have never been afraid to attack the Han people, but with the Tumote Department alone, I can no longer resist the Han soldiers coming from the north for you. Damn it! I can't do it anymore, do you understand?"

After the victory, he cried out his weakness angrily.

To him, this is true.

But this fact also made him feel very hurt.

"From Gansu in the west to Liaodong in the east, the Han people all obeyed the same emperor. What about us? I can resist the Han people for the grassland, but I died in the battle and the Tumut tribe disappeared. Who can resist the Han people anymore? Yes. My brother, or my nephew who is the Great Khan?"

Pulling out the golden sword suddenly, Anda rode his horse and ran in a circle around them. His behavior was very crazy, but he shouted to them clearly.

"We were defeated by the Han people with elite soldiers covered in iron armor and increasingly powerful artillery. We were defeated like weak lambs! We came here, and you are like weak lambs!"

"I'm not here to laugh at you. I'm exposing the scars on my body so that you can see clearly. The Han people in the south have turned into ferocious beasts, and Duoyan and the others have turned from cunning foxes into dogs wagging their tails at the Han people. What's next?"

"The people of Changshengtian need a braver king to lead all the tribes and survive! Fight!" "It's too late! It's almost too late. Do you understand?"

"Only those of us in Fengzhoutan know how terrible the Han people have become!"

"Who can tell me, who can tell me: Apart from this method, how can all the grassland tribes sincerely surrender before the same king as soon as possible, and then follow the direction of his golden sword at the front to resist powerful enemies?"

"What else can be done? Who else?"

I raised my horse's hooves and shouted at the top of my voice amidst the neighing of the war horse: "Submit to me! Let me be your veritable sweat of wisdom!"

"Thank you Tuchechen Khan!"

"Thank you Tuchechen Khan!"

"Thank you Tuchechen Khan!"

The first thing to sound was the chorus of the Tumut troops after the victory.

The sound resounded through the grassland and hit the sky.

The clouds in the sky happened to begin to dissipate, and some light came from the west, illuminating this pasture.

In the eyes of the defeated army, the golden handle of the knife in Anda's hand reflected a few sparkles, and he was surrounded by the light.

Among the prisoners, some gradually knelt down towards him.

"Help me to succeed Genghis Khan's will, get that seal, and announce the will of God to the Han people and the whole world!" Anda raised the golden sword high and solemnly recited, "The power of the Immortal Sky Here, wherever the imperial edict of the Great Emperor of the Mongol Kingdom comes, the obedient people and foreigners must respect and respect it!"

That jade seal is a symbol of the supreme power of the grassland.

At that time, the words on this seal were once stamped on the credentials and were passed to the so-called popes in the far west, telling them: The pope, together with all your monarchs, should come and serve us personally at once.At that time, I will tell you all the rules in detail!
But now, this jade seal is in the hand of Da Lai Sun, and the orders he conveys may not be listened to by Gunbilik and Anda on the right, or even Wu Liangha on the left.

The last person who restored this jade seal to its former glory was Dayan Khan.

I agreed to be the next one, and finally roared: "At the age of 25, I swear to the Immortal Heaven here: I will devote my whole life to following the orders of the Immortal Heaven and making his people the most noble and noble people in the world. The richest people! Be loyal to me and help me conquer the grasslands first, and then reconquer the Han people! At that time, glory and wealth will belong to each of you!"

The light shone on him and everyone knelt down and chanted in unison, including Ma Fang.

But the look he looked at An Da was not as fervent as the others. He just glanced at the sunlight behind the dispersed clouds.

This is the sunset, the last afterglow, right?

……

"boom!"

Thousands of miles away from Anda in the south, Ming warships once again appeared in Malacca, which can almost be called the end of the current Nanyang.

Needless to say, the war between the Ming Dynasty and the Ming Dynasty has never ended since the Portuguese invaded Tuen Mun, except for a 12-year break.

Now, Daming is coming.

Zhao Jun already knew how small a country Portugal was.Although there are so-called large numbers of merchant ships and warships, this place is far away from their land.Throughout Malacca, there were only a few hundred people under their so-called Governor of Malacca garrisoning the castle.

In the Battle of Jiaozhi, the Ming Dynasty had already deceived many of the merchant ships and desperadoes that could be fought here, and wiped out most of them.

Now Governor Juan has seen the "capital ship" that Alfonso said, but even if he has called back the two hundred regular troops hired to go to Ayutthaya, even if the Governor of India has transferred three Kassels to him, Rak battleship, so what?
At this time, to deal with the West, which is not very stable, and to deal with Portugal, which is far inferior to the Netherlands or Britain in the future, all Ming needs is determination and the means to obtain benefits from here in the future.

Of course, more advanced battleships and guns are indeed needed.

Zhao Jun was an eyewitness to the Second Battle of Tuen Mun in the past. Now he was standing on the largest flagship within sight, and only one sentence passed through his heart: It's been 12 years.

Twelve years ago, Wang Hong launched an attack out of desperation, hoping to sink even one enemy ship.

In the past 12 years, His Majesty has never relaxed his requirements for Ming Dynasty's ordnance and ships.Starting from the Haiphong Road, to the Shipping Bureau and Treasure Ship Superintendent, and then to the official Marine Division.

Twelve years later, the Ming Dynasty used its overwhelming force to recapture this place with all its strength.

In addition to the large and small warships on the Guangdong Coastal Defense Road, there were also [-]% of the escort ships of Huang Mingji Sea Trading Company that joined Zhao Jun one after another.

The people on the escort ships of the Navy, Coast Defense Road, and Sea Trade Bank are actually regular troops.Even if they are in the sea trade industry, their generals and generals all have official status.

The total strength of this fleet is already more than thirty large and small warships.In addition to the more than ten ships and personnel on board that transported food and military supplies with the fleet, the total force can be said to be more than fifty warships and [-] elite soldiers.

Alfonso stood next to him and said: "According to the positions given by Wang Zhi and I, as long as those places are breached, they will not be able to escape."

When he came here first, Alfonso was able to enter many places by virtue of his status and knew the key defensive positions of the castle.

Coupled with the intelligence accumulated by the Foreign Affairs Bureau over the years, it was reported through Wang Zhi and the walrus.

Zhao Jun nodded: "Axian Lord, you will be stationed here in the future, and bring the warships along the coast to seal off those fleeing to the west."

He looked up and saw that Malacca was a mountain city, and occupying the pier was only the first step.

"Go down with the order. After the Tiger Crouching Artillery Battalion and the Bird Gun Battalion have landed, they will mark the markings, fix the firing tables, and attack one by one." Zhao Jun ordered, "Send someone to shout that the soldiers have arrived tomorrow. This battle will be fought." In order to expel the barbarians and help Manalajia recover the country! The native people of all ethnic groups should help the king and restore the old land! The Manlajia royal family has disappeared, and the Ming Dynasty imperial envoy will come here on a treasure ship to enthrone the country's lord!"

Lots of information.

The Ming Dynasty wanted Malacca, but the Manchurian royal family could still exist.

But Ming didn't care who was the king, and he didn't bother to search carefully.

If there are thoughtful people in the city, or they want to make great achievements, or some descendants of the royal family suddenly appear, they are all chips behind Ming Dynasty.

Now, Zhao Jun only needs to tell the Nanyang people in this city: The Ming Dynasty soldiers are here to fight against Western devils.

It was already night, but for the Ming army who already had a shooting watch, it was not a big problem. Anyway, there were no friendly troops in the city.Even accidental injuries to locals are inevitable.

From the beginning of the establishment of the naval division, Zhu Houcong's original intention was not to let them only specialize in naval warfare.The Marine Corps must naturally have this kind of thinking.

After occupying the port, the Bird Cannon Battalion in front protected the Tiger Crouching Artillery Battalion and established a shore defense line.

Afterwards, two divine cannons and four smaller cannons mounted on vehicles began to be unloaded from the flagship and battleships.

Juan, who was huddled in the Governor's Palace, finally heard an incredible loud noise in the middle of the night. When he looked out from the castle turret where he thought he would be quite safe, he saw that the spire of the newly built church in Malacca was collapsing.

His pupils shrank, and his heart was filled with rage and fear.

The coast in the distance was filled with flames, and he could probably see clearly the number of Qin troops who had landed.

At least two thousand!
Now, they have not invaded the city, although their cannons have destroyed the walls and turrets rebuilt by the Portuguese in the past 20 years.

The sound of artillery had become sparse, leaving only the loudest cannons.

In the distance that he could vaguely see, the Ming army began to move.

The divine artillery threatened the distance, and the Tiger Crouching Artillery Battalion and the Bird Cannon Battalion began to advance into the city.

Everything was in order. After they established new artillery positions and defense lines, the Tiger Crouching Artillery began to bombard the next batch of defensive key points with its flexible erection conditions.

The Walrus had already emerged. After showing his credentials to the frontline generals, he began to contact some people and led them to set up the Crouching Tiger Cannon at a better commanding height in the house to eliminate the disadvantage of attacking the mountain city from above.

"Your Majesty the Governor, you must rush out!"

"How to charge? The port has been occupied by them!" Juan just regretted it. Although he already knew what happened in Jiaozhi, and although a ship coming back from the eastern sea the day before yesterday told him that he had discovered the Ming Dynasty's fleet, Juan could not Flee without a fight.

But who knew that the fortress-like city of Malacca, which took 20 years to build, as well as warships and merchant ships at sea, would be so vulnerable to their army?
"They have too many people, their muskets and artillery are no worse than ours, and their training is better!"

Juan heard the somewhat frightened voices of his subordinates, and thought to himself, was he not worse than them?

In addition to being mounted on a battleship, how could such a huge cannon be unloaded on the shore so quickly and move so fast?
The Ming Dynasty had a monster-like emperor, and the main masts on flagships and battleships had pulleys and ropes, making it possible to lift some heavy objects.

As for transporting the cannon onto the carriage, although this structure existed nearly 200 years ago - the stone-shooting cannon, their giant cannon, with its power and range, could only be made of cast iron!
Can a cast iron cannon also be mounted on wheels like a stone cannon?

"Let them consume! They have come such a long way by sea, and the cannonballs cannot carry so many! Hold the Governor's Palace and wait until the gunmen engage in battle!" This was Juan's last hope.

The Ming army gradually advanced but never stopped the sound of artillery, shattering his hopes bit by bit during this long night.

When the cannonballs could hit the wall of the Governor's Palace, Juan desperately discovered that their musketeers could also shoot the projectiles from a distance that was unexpected to him.

When the rising sun illuminated the mountain city again, a white flag was raised in the Governor's Palace.

(End of this chapter)