Desert Eagle Suletan Khan

Chapter 124 Divine soldiers descend from heaven to attack Qinghai (Part )
"With the dew like spring rain, it nourishes the rich and beautiful golden world. Ah! Bayingol River, a rich river. Ah! Bayingol River, a beautiful river! I am proud of you, I am happy because of you , we look forward to your momentum becoming even more majestic.”

From Wulanda Ban Mountain to the south is the Bayingol River, which originates from the Qilian Mountains and means "rich river" in Mongolian. The lush green grass on both sides of the river is a paradise in the eyes of herdsmen.

The common people of Lebanon just want a good meal, but what the careerist Sultan pursues is the imperial hegemony. In order to leave a great contribution in history, he did not hesitate to make this paradise a river of blood. So, he came, bringing thirteen thousand elite Huite troops with him!

"Huntaiji, the spies reported that there are no defenders on the east bank of the Bayingol River. There are only Otok of the Choketu tribe until near Tianjun." Du Qianhu Narisong reported, and he was ordered to lead three thousand Rui Shi is the vanguard of the army.

"Well, you must be careful not to reveal the whereabouts of our troops. If you encounter any scattered herdsmen, you will be detained. Anyone who dares to escape will be killed without mercy!"

"Yes!"

The soldiers cut down branches, tied them into rafts, and built a pontoon bridge where the water flow was gentle. People, horses, and camels kept crossing the river along the pontoon bridge. With tens of thousands of soldiers and horses, boundless, Suletan looked at the long snakes calmly and felt the feeling of the Tang Dynasty and Song Dynasty.

"Report, the forward army has crossed the river!"

"Report, the left wing has crossed the river!"

"Report, the right wing has crossed the river!"

"Report, the Chinese army has crossed the river!"

"Report, the rear army has crossed the river!"

As messages came one after another, Suletan said in a deep voice: "On the day when the order was sent to Qianhu in Songdu, Tianjun must be captured before dusk.

Tianjun originally belonged to the Handongwei, one of the four guards outside the Xining Great Wall in the Ming Dynasty. Later, the Handongwei moved westward, and this area belonged to Gaganlidusi. In the seventh year of Zhengde, the Tumut tribe of Eastern Mongolia entered Qinghai and defeated the four guards. Tianjun Then it became the pastoral area of ​​the Eastern Mongolian tribes; later Chotu Khan invaded Qinghai, and the Tianjun area became the pasture of the Choketu tribe.

The spring breeze blows, and the grass grows on the Tianjun grassland. The green grassland symbolizes endless hope. Alqi stood on the grass and watched several of his family's modlers (domestic servants) driving cattle and sheep to graze. As a Saiyinkun (superior man) in the tribe, he did not have to graze the cattle himself. During the war, he served as a Just fight with the soldiers.

"This year's grass is so fat! The cattle and sheep will surely grow strong!" Alqi sighed and couldn't help but look up to the sky and roar.

"Hey, Alqi, Qi Ge named you 'Xiang Bai'. Don't stand still like a fragrant cedar. Get on your horse and run a few laps, lest you get fat on your belly and be unable to fight.", far away There was a sarcastic voice, followed by a little old man.

"Who dares to do this~" Archie was a little annoyed, and was about to yell, but he suppressed it when he saw the person coming, "It's you, Uncle Tara, and you are personally leading the herding team?"

"Yes, if I don't watch it myself, these Qitat (slaves) will be lazier than the other. If the cattle, sheep and horses are not fattened, Master Zaisang will be angry." Tara smiled heartily, "Alqi , you little brat, you should practice your martial arts more when you have time. When I fought side by side with you, Eqige, he was very good at wielding a big sword. You can't lose your face, Eqige!"

"Yes, uncle, you are right, I will dance with the sword in a moment." Alqi nodded and said, and when the little old man walked away, he spat hard on the ground again, "You Although he is the housekeeper of the Zaisang family, he is still just a Qitat in the final analysis. What qualifications do he have to make decisions in front of our Saiyin Kun? Damn! What the hell!"

As soon as he finished cursing, his eyes widened. A group of black shadows flew in the sky, and "Boom~Boom~Boom~" exploded in the crowd in front of him. On this expedition, for the convenience of marching, Suletan did not bring artillery carts and five- or six-inch bronze cannons. Instead, he carried forty small cannons mounted on the backs of camels: "laden cannons." The caliber of these guns was only three or four inches, so it was difficult to bombard the city walls, but they were very good at bombarding the camps of the Mongolian tribes who lived by water and grass without building forts. What's even better is that, mounted on a camel's back, it is as fast as flying and highly maneuverable.

"Boom~boom~boom~" The cannon continued to fire, as if without interruption.

Archie saw half of Uncle Tara's body flying out, "Oh my God", he screamed, got on his horse, turned around and ran away.

"Whoosh", a shot of thunder flew over, shot him off his horse, and nailed him to the grass.

"Hey, thanks to the protection of the Immortal God, this guy actually hit the target with all his shots today," the flag and drum officer under Risong said with a self-deprecating smile. Mingdi is an ancient arrow that makes a sound after being shot. It is shot during battle, not to kill the enemy, but to indicate the direction of advancement for one's own soldiers. Just now, the buzzer fired by the flag and drum officer to indicate the direction of progress actually hit Alqi, which makes people marvel at the impermanence of worldly things.

The women of Khalkha are beautiful, and Tianjun is even more beautiful when the land and water are good and the people are nurturing!

Zaisang Sandan was enjoying the dance of the female slaves, and at the same time he was wondering why these girls were so beautiful. The name "Sandan" means "sandalwood" in Mongolian. As the name suggests, his clothes are fragrant and smell good. This is a hereditary Noyan who is well educated, can speak both Mongolian and Chinese languages, likes reading and drinking tea, and is especially good at appreciating beauties singing and dancing. He is both elegant and romantic. What goes up and what follows leads to imitation, because Quetu Khan was a famous Confucian general in Khalkha, and the Zaisangs under his command naturally became refined.

"Zai Sang, it's bad, the horse thieves~ The horse thieves are coming." Just when he was enjoying himself, his subordinates disturbed his mood. Because Sultan's attack was sudden and rapid, until this moment, the Choktu people still did not understand the identity of the attackers and thought they were horse thieves on the grassland.

"Hmph! These bastards! Take my weapon," Sandan sneered.

A large and heavy mace was lifted from the left and right. He used one hand to hold it in his hand, lifting it as if it was light. From Khalkha to Qinghai, the Chuoktu tribe went through a series of bloody battles before they established their current territory. From Chotu Khan himself to the Zaisangs of Otok, who has never fought or killed someone? Although Sandan Zaisang is elegant, he is also a hero who has killed people. A heavy fang has taken away the lives of countless heroes.

He hurriedly gathered more than 300 soldiers and galloped towards the Tianjun grassland, vowing to show the horse thieves some color.

"Whoosh~whoosh~whoosh~"

An overwhelming rain of arrows came, and dozens of subordinates fell down. Sandan looked solemn, this is the army, not some horse thieves!
too late!
The sound of horse hoofbeats "da~da~da~" was heard, and on that day Risong led three thousand cavalry to rush in, and surrounded Sandan amidst the cheers of "Haorui" of victory.

San Dan was not convinced, so he carried a mace and killed every enemy he encountered.

"Oh!"

A horse stick knocked the stick flying, and he was swept off the horse again.

"My life is at stake!" Sandan closed his eyes in pain.

(End of this chapter)