Red Mansion Soldiers

Chapter 53
The rain on the second day was much lighter, and at least it was possible to march on horseback with a poncho on.

Jia Hun got angry this time, and all the official horses in Xilinhot, Shangdu, Huaihuang and Zhangjiakou were taken away. No matter whether it was a war horse or a rough horse, all those who could carry people and run were all brought in, and they barely got together. One person and three horses.

After thinking about it all night, Jia Hun decided to replace it with [-] mounted infantry and [-] Shenji Battalion with ballistas and a lot of arrows.

As for why the cannon was not brought, it was mainly because it was raining heavily and the gunpowder was particularly susceptible to moisture, so I didn't bring it.

Carriages covered with tarpaulins were pulled into the team. After confirming the material preparations again, Jia Hun gave the order to set off to the north!

The 15 army and [-] war horses left the city gradually obscured in the rain with ten days' worth of rations, and headed for the final battlefield.

. . . . . .

An Tong had a very long dream. In the dream, his Abu, his Eji, and even his brothers and sisters who hadn't lived past the age of ten all lined up in a rug , looking at him together.

The younger sister who inherited the big eyes of Erji handed him a cup of milk tea, and the smiling younger brother showed himself a piece of meat with a knife. All the brothers and sisters in the tent looked at him with smiles, but An Tong felt uncomfortable all over.

But after all, it was his younger siblings who gave him food. When he was about to take the milk tea brought by his younger sister, An Tong saw Eji looking at him in horror. When he was about to drink the milk tea, An Tong accidentally glanced into the cup. glance.

Suddenly feel out of my wits!

Rotting corpses, war horses with only bones left, cattle and sheep with only half their bodies left...

They were all pulled towards the blood-red hell by the vortex!
An Tong was so frightened that he threw the tea bowl away, and looked at the brothers and sisters as if asking for help, but he forgot to breathe.

The grins of the brothers and sisters who were still smiling were getting bigger and bigger. An Tong stared blankly at the second brother's grin reaching the corner of his eyes, his lips were drawn up, and two huge canine teeth popped out. It was getting bigger and bigger, and it was getting greener and greener. In the end, the five-headed and six-armed Asura, who was covered in black and black, and breathed out flames, broke the felt bag.

"An Tong, run!"

The heart-piercing voices of Abu and Erji woke An Tong up, and he ran behind without looking back...

"Sweat, sweat!"

"Ah!" An Tong opened his eyes suddenly, and was about to struggle to get up, but the pain and weakness all over his body made him unable to get up anyway. He could only weakly look at the dim candlelight in the distance, and his head An old teacher with white hair and an anxious face.

The dizzy Crown Prince Antong Bayar, now Puyan Duhan woke up.

"Master..." There was no trace of blood on his pale face, An Tong was too weak.

"Profuse sweat, profuse sweat..." Ombu Chuhuer burst into tears. He has assisted four generations of profuse Khan all his life. Yi Rentai and An Tong even grew up under his nose, and they are closer than his own children. .For the Khan Court, he even did not hesitate to damage Tumed's own interests.

Retribution also came, his son abandoned him with Tumet's tribe, leaving only the old cowards who had been with him all his life by his side.

Now, the 14-year-old profuse sweat has become his only thought. Seeing that An Tong's high fever persisted, Ombu Chuhuer's heart felt as if a knife was twisting.

"Grand Master..." As if Abu and Eji, whose souls returned to Changshengtian, blessed An Tong, his mind regained clarity.

"Master, I'm so cold..."

"You are all dead people! Hurry up and get a brazier!" Ombu Chuhuer yelled at the servants of the palace, and the palace servants in the tent pleaded guilty again and again, so Omubu Chuhuer gave up.

"Khan, you must not have any accidents. If you have an accident, what's the point of being alive? The shamans will come over soon, and you will get better soon!" Ombu Chuhuer was anxious He held An Tong's hand and rubbed it.

"Grand Master, I dreamed of Father Khan and Mother Queen, as well as my brothers and sisters, but they are so scary, they all turned into Asuras..."

The Khan’s will is still clear, and he can clearly describe the dream, which is very good. Ombu Chuhuer quickly guided An Tong to continue speaking. An Tong also understood, resisting sleepiness, and kept talking , keep talking.

"Teacher, the great shamans are here."

There was a report from the palace outside the tent, and Ombu Chuhuer quickly let the big shamans enter the tent. The shamans beat the shaman drums and danced without saying a word.

. . . . . .

"What? Xilinhot has fallen!" Mandulu heard the news of the fall of Khan Court word by word from Khan Court's messenger, and collapsed powerlessly on the marching platform.

"How could this happen? The young and strong plus the regular soldiers, plus those old soldiers who are old but still able to carry a knife, 40 people! In less than two hours! They were beaten to death by 10,000+ people!" Sitting paralyzed Mandulu who was on the couch stood up violently, went to the messenger and picked him up.

"It's 40 sheep! 15 people can't catch them clean in two hours!" Mandulu stared at the messenger as if he was about to pop his eyes out. The messenger was so scared that he had never seen such a battle. I couldn't say a word.

A sense of dizziness caused Mandulu to stagger on the couch, and a group of generals hurried over to support Mandulu.

"Hun Taiji, you are the only hope of our Great Yuan, you can't be busy!"

"Huntaiji, you are now the only pillar of the Great Yuan..."

The generals of the Balhu Department comforted Mandulu one by one, but Mandulu waved his hands impatiently.

"Okay, let's all go out! Let me be quiet..." Mandulu closed his eyes in pain and lay down on the couch.

Everyone glared at the messenger first, and the general Brigude picked up the collapsed messenger and picked it up, and walked out of the tent, and the others followed Brigude out.

There is only Mandulu left in the tent.

"Heh, Dayuan Dongliang, Dayuan is gone, Dongliang ass!"

Mandulu had a bitter look on his face, and he even began to regret taking the tribe to fully serve the Khan court.

My own tribe can develop so fast, and it takes only a dozen years of effort to compete with the original Barhu headquarters. Apart from my own ability and daring to fight, more is the support of Bilig Khan , It can be said that without Khan, Mandulu would not be where he is today.

But now that my family has a big business and I am not too young, I really don't want to take the risk of fighting the Qi army again. It's another matter if I can't fight, the loss is really not low!

But if you don’t want to fight, if you have even the slightest intention of not wanting to help Dayuan, your number one general, Bu Rigude, will definitely be the first to kill him. After dealing with his cronies, he will take the rest To reinforce the Khan.

Burigude himself is the leader of the Chahar people who was sponsored by the Great Khan to start his own business!
What to do, Mandulu is also in a state of confusion now, and can't think of any good way.

"Forget it, let's talk about everything when we see Da Khan tomorrow or the day after tomorrow."

. . . . . .

At night, in the lee of a small hillside.

The Qi army's simple barracks are stationed here.

The horsemen who marched in the mud for a day huddled in the big tent, drinking ginger soup comfortably.

Yesterday, the gang leaders worked hard to save three carts of dried ginger, but they were all dragged away by Jia Hun.

A cart of dried ginger has been boiled, several bowls are filled out, some water is poured in, and water is poured again, until the dried ginger is boiled, 5 people and 15 horses are all given a bowl of hot ginger Soup, I drank it happily.

One car can drink for one day, I hope this rare heavy rain will stop in three days.

"Is the temporary stable set up?" Jia Hun also asked Yoda with a bowl of ginger soup.

"General, according to your order, we built a shed with spears and tarpaulins. All the horses have entered the canopy, and only the poor horses and the mules pulling the carts are left outside." Yoda replied.

"Well, black bean feed and high-quality forage are also given priority to war horses, so as to minimize the possibility of war horses getting sick. As for the remaining rough horses and mules, let's suffer them first."

There is no way, war horses are to be ridden to fight, and their health and condition must be guaranteed.

"Yes, that's right, there will be a question at the end, I don't know if I should say it or not..."

"Since you know it's inappropriate to say it, don't say it."

Yoda choked in his throat, and he even forgot that this guy didn't like other people's ink marks with him.

Therefore, just ask directly. If Jia Hui can't answer, he will shake his head, and those who are familiar with him will stop asking.

"Brother Jinyu, won't we get lost if we chase them like this?"

Yoda asked directly.

"Are you blind or stupid, you can't see the obvious ruts?"

"Ah, I'm sorry, I was stupid."

He only paid attention to whether the people behind were left behind, but he forgot that the heavy rain for several days had made the ground on the grassland soft and crumbling. The only group of troops with carriages heading northeast was the Chahar Department.

"Don't worry, even if you get lost, everyone runs east all the way, and sooner or later you will encounter the Daxianbei Mountains. By then, you will just enter Liaodi from Tongliao, and you will not get lost to Yuyuerhai."

"Brother Jinyu, be careful!" As the leader of the army, Youda believed it somewhat.

Seeing this, Jia Hun also stopped talking.

Just kidding, let alone ruts, even if there are no ruts, if you have a real-time map and still get lost, you should wipe your neck and kill yourself as soon as possible!

"Master Yoda, there is Ombu Chuhuer, an old man who is almost seventy, in the team of the Chahar Department. He will definitely not go fast. In addition, it is raining and difficult to navigate. It is difficult to grasp the direction. Wait until tomorrow We will be able to catch up with them at noon, and this time I will guard the central army and make a surprise attack to the north to prevent them from converging north to Mandulu, and I will leave it to you."

Yoda quickly knelt down on one knee.

"The end will obey orders!"

. . . . . .

The next day, the rain did lighten up, just a patter, but it was summer, and fog inevitably formed.

The remnants of Chahar leaned listlessly on the wooden poles, sheltering from the rain with their small shields. The disastrous defeat in Xilinhot made them more confused about the way forward. Coupled with the heavy rain for days, the blocked travel made them more and more depressed. Morale inevitably suffers.

In addition, they thought that the Qi army must also be trapped by the heavy rain and could not pursue them, so they did not stand guard seriously.

It's just that they didn't know that a group of Qi troops approached quietly three miles to the south.

The army of men and horses stood there, waiting for the general's order.

Jia Hun wore armor and rode on a horse, listening to the information that Ye Bu received, and combined with his own small map to prepare a battle plan.

"Yoda, wait a minute and walk east for three hundred steps, then go north for about five miles, and then go west and you will almost reach their south gate.

When you wait for two sticks of incense, whether you are in place or not, the headquarters will launch an attack.After you get there, just block there to prevent Chahar from fleeing north. "

On a foggy day, Chahar could not detect the movement of the Qi army. Similarly, the Qi army could not see the Chahar camp. Therefore, the route must be carefully arranged. Fortunately, a compass can be used in this place, otherwise it will be troublesome .

"Yes, the last general takes orders." Youda clasped his fists at Jia Hun, and led his [-] Ningxia town cavalry and [-] cavalry infantry away.

Jia Hun turned to look at Lin Jin.

"Lin Jin, you also follow Yoda, but you only need to walk four miles to block Chahar's south gate."

Lin Jin also cupped his fists and followed Yoda's troops with [-] cavalry and [-] cavalry infantry.

"The rest of the troops set out after a stick of incense to raid Ximen."

"The last general takes orders!"

The generals of the various armies around him went back to their respective units.

In order to complete the emperor's errand, Jia Hun had worked hard.

The young Jia Hun is still different from the old wicked Emperor, Jia Hun still has face.

I still have some prestige among the Mughals. Jia Hun likes the name of Manggesi who has penetrated Timur and Heshuote very much, and he doesn't want to tarnish this name because of some bad things.

As a last resort, he had to drive Antong Khan away to the northwest.

After one stick of incense was burned out, Jia Hun replaced it with another stick of incense, glanced back at the ministries, and they also got up and set off.

After the last troop overtook him, Jia Hun rode his horse and followed.

I have to learn to command the army from a distance.

. . . . . .

"When will it start to rain!" A Yuan army stood in front of the simple fence and complained to his companions.

Because they ran too fast, the Chahar people didn't have time to take away the proper barracks materials, so they could only dismantle some extra carriages, split some wooden sticks and tie them into a fence, which barely served as a barracks wall.

"Who knows." The companion stared blankly at the small puddle on the ground, obviously not wanting to talk to his companion.

"Tell me, in case all the people in the sky..."

Snapped!
The Yuan army who owed his mouth was slapped firmly by Zhawen Nayan who came to inspect him, and knelt on the ground trembling.

"It is forbidden to speak without reason when you are on guard. If you want to die, tell me, I will give you a good time!" Zhawen Nayan stepped on the mouth of Yuanjun's head with his boots, and bit by bit twisted the man into the mud, It caused the Yuan army to struggle continuously.

Zhawen Nayan also held back his anger, and was worried that he had nowhere to vent it.

Seeing the people on the ground struggling continuously, with white tails showing, he suddenly thought of something, and let go of the foot that was stepping on Zuo Yuanjun's head with a wicked smile on his face.

"Boy, the death penalty is exempt, but the living penalty..."

The voice stopped abruptly, and Zuo Yuanjun raised his head in doubt, only to find an arrow stuck horizontally in Zhawen Nayan's neck.

An... an arrow that equals everyone!

There was a sound of breaking through the air, his neck hurt, and Yuan Jun fell into the puddle. He touched his neck with difficulty. He found that there was an arrow stuck in his neck. His consciousness gradually became blurred and he closed his eyes. Eye.

At the same time, the eight people present were killed by the crossbow arrows almost at the same time. Several crossbowmen slowly walked out of the fog and pulled the rope tied around their waists.

Soon armored men came out of the dense fog one after another. With the sound of rain, their feet stepped on the soft meadow again, but there was no sound of footsteps at all!
Take the lead from Yebushu, and the infantrymen who touched them spread out in units of small flags.

With a crossbow in hand, imitating the posture of not closing at night, they quietly approached one camp after another, lurking at the door, waiting for the order to attack.

The plan went smoothly, and the infantry on the three sides sneaked in very successfully, and slowly approached the central tent.

Probably because the Chahar people were lying in their tents, and they didn't bring much food. In this situation, there is no other way but to save consumption by lying down.

"Who? Enemy attack!" As soon as he yelled, Yuan Jun's neck was wiped, and Yuan Jun fell powerlessly, even holding his trousers that had faded to his knees.

Sure enough, there was no accident.

"Enemy attack, enemy attack!" The Yuan soldiers in the tent got up quickly, grabbed their scimitars and rushed out, but they were shot into hedgehogs by the Qi army who had ambushed a long time ago.

"Fuck! Send the signal flare!" Lin Jin was furious and shouted at the messenger.

The Suona hand of the part-time pyrotechnic master quickly pulled out the signal flare from the oil paper bag, lit the fuze with a torch, and put it vertically into the slender bamboo tube.

Shhhhhh!

When the signal was sent out, the Qi army rushed into the felt bags one by one, and shot many Yuan troops to death with random arrows.

The Yuan army in other directions also heard the signal from Lin Jin's department, and immediately sent out a signal flare, and started to kill!

Yuan Jun in the felt bag looked at Qi Ren who broke into the tent with a dazed expression, and shot at him with a crossbow arrow, but he didn't feel any pain yet, his eyes went dark and it disappeared.

But Chahar is one of the ten thousand households in the central government at any rate, so he has someone of his own.

Seeing Qi Ren break into the door, the expert rolled to the side without saying a word, rolled behind his colleague to block him, picked up everything he could throw and threw it at the Qi army at the door, then rolled forward one by one, picked up The scimitar on the table went towards the door.

Qi Jun, who had no time to change the arrow, quickly withdrew from the felt bag.

It’s not that you won’t be able to fight without the crossbow. No one who can choose a crossbowman is weak in arm strength. The main reason is that if you fight with an expert, you won’t be able to hold it for a short time. The survivors inside will pick up the crossbow and replace it with yourself. arrows to shoot at himself.

The loud signal flare also woke up An Tong and Ombuchhuer who was lying on a small couch next to him.

"It's not good to sweat, the Qi people have touched it! Come here, take the sweat away!" The old man Ombu Chuhuer has rich experience in being attacked, and he immediately understood the current situation as a veteran.

An Tong, who had difficulty getting up due to a cold, had no right to refute. He could only watch helplessly as he was carried away as a profuse sweat, away from his tribe.

"Grand Master, the east, west and south sides have been attacked, only the northwest gate is fine!" Tan Ma came to report.

"Wai San Que Yi..." Ombu Chuhuer immediately reacted, his face was full of bitterness.

Finished and surrounded.

"Teacher..." An Tong who was on the couch saw the bitterness on Ombu Chuhuer's face, and cried out worriedly.

"Khan..." Ombu Chuhuer was awakened, and now he is very old and easy to fall into thoughts.

"No matter, go to the northwest!" Ombu Chuhuer drew out the scimitar from his waist, and headed towards the northwest. The accompanying generals of Chahar looked helpless. The north is dangerous, and there may be an ambush, or there may not be. , now, I can only try to gamble, it is a little bit to be able to rush out!

The generals also drew out their scimitars and hurriedly followed the Grand Master.

Along the way, the unknown Yuan army also walked out of the tent with their knives in hand, and even dressed neatly.

"Teacher, do we want to help?"

"It's too late to support, everyone, get on your horse and follow!" Ombu Chuhuer shouted towards both sides.

Seeing that it was the Grand Master and Da Khan lying on the bed, the Yuan army in the northwest heaved a sigh of relief, rushed back to the tent to take away the little food, and rushed towards the nearest stable.

The wise man has already driven the carriage.

The palace people who carried An Tong hurriedly lifted the bed into the carriage and sat down. Originally, Ombu Chuhuer wanted to ride a horse, but was stopped by the generals and sent to Dahan's carriage.

The generals also rode on their horses, surrounded the carriages, and broke out towards the northwest.

Ombu Chuhuer was heartbroken. This time, the Chahar Department lost almost two-thirds of its population. Unlike before, this time it lost real young and strong soldiers!
The weak An Tong lying on the carriage staggered and made him feel even more uncomfortable. His young body was full of Qi Ren's hatred!

Just wait, when I regroup and recall the old department, I must return the humiliation I have suffered recently to you twice!

(End of this chapter)