Longdao five years June 18, Miyun (Gubeikou).

Mengwu Gul Khan Zamuhe rode on his horse and squinted at the Han army formation not far away.

It was a powerful army, and Zamuhe never thought that the infantry could run like the Qi army in front of him, so much so that he led 50,000 cavalry to chase hundreds of miles from Mantaoer, all the way to this pass, and barely caught up with the rear guard of the Han people.

Zamuhe is also considered to be an old fighter, he naturally understands the significance of troop mobility, not to mention that the other side is an infantry-based army, and the demand for battle formations is higher than that of cavalry, and after arriving at Gubeikou at such a fast marching speed, he can also quickly line up to cover the entry of other troops into the .......

Such a quality faintly made Zamuhe feel very uneasy.

He looked back at his men.

Except for the five thousand cowardly Xue Gang, who were fairly well-equipped and in a neat formation, the herdsmen from the other tribes were all in a mess.

Most of the people were in tattered clothes, most of them only wore a sheepskin jacket on the outside, which was considered armor, and some people wore black clothes that could not be seen in their original colors, and at a glance they knew that they had never been washed since they were snatched, and there was a disgusting smell of sheep all over their bodies.

It would have been nice if it had only been poorly equipped, but Zamuhe was saddened to find that many herdsmen had come with him, and had dismounted in front of the enemy in search of lush meadows to feed their mounts.

The chiefs of the tribes had no intention of restraining their subordinates - this was all at the pass, and everyone thought that unless the city was attacked, the pursuit would not be able to grab any spoils from the Han Chinese.

And horses are one of the most important possessions of the Mughal people, and after chasing the road for so long, it is their own loss to be hungry and thin.

In this kind of thinking, it is impossible to fight again, Zamuhe gritted his teeth and must chase here, in fact, it is just to fight for a breath - he always felt that he and the Qi country had a common enemy, so it can be regarded as an alliance, this time the Qi army suddenly swept the north, burning, killing and looting made Mengwu suffer heavy losses, in his opinion, there is a taste of stabbing in the back of the ally.

Therefore, Zamu wants to show his strength, at least to deter the Qi army, and avoid similar things from happening next time.

In addition, as the Great Khan of the Mughal people, he also needs to show his authority, and his subordinate tribes are burned but he does not come out, and it is easy for the people below to deviate.

However, when he really chased to Gubeikou, Zamuhe regretted it again.

Because the contrast between the two armies is too obvious.

Not far in front of the Qi army set up three strict infantry phalanxes, each phalanx of a thousand people, the flanks of the phalanx are deployed with headache-inducing artillery, looking at as many as thirty or forty guns, the left side of the Qi army is the Chaohe, and the right side is covered by a group of hundreds of cavalry.

Behind the phalanx was a big red flag fluttering high and more than a hundred other cavalry, and according to the banner, it was inferred that Xu Shiyang, the first general in the world rumored by the Han people, should be under that big flag.

Behind the banner was the majestic Great Wall, and Zamuhe didn't know how many soldiers, horses, and cannons were waiting for him on the Great Wall and in the pass at this time, and he didn't dare to try.

However, this comparison gives people the illusion that the Mughal Khan with 50,000 warriors could not help the more than 3,000 but less than 4,000 Han Chinese.

In this way, not only did he fail to earn back face, but he became even more humiliated.

"Alas......" The sturdy Zamuhe sighed deeply, he couldn't fight, and it wasn't time to retreat, and now there wasn't much he could do.

"Take off and don't spend, you go, tell that Xu Shiyang, Ben Khan wants to talk to him, right here!"

Immediately, a young cowardly Xue rushed forward, and he ran straight towards the Qi army without hesitation.

……

"Your chieftain wants to talk to me?" Xu Shiyang looked at the Mughal cavalry who was kneeling on one knee with a smile.

"It's our Great Khan! Not what a chieftain! The young Mughal was very insistent on this, and seemed to be clever enough to understand the difference between the two titles.

"Oh, okay, I want to meet him too, so let's talk."

Xu Shiyang agreed nonchalantly:

"Tell him that he is allowed to bring two guards, and that he will build a shed between the two armies, and that I will invite him to tea there."

Tea is a necessity of life on the grassland, and the Mughal people can never do without it, so inviting tea (the Mughurs prefer to eat tea) is already a very friendly gesture in the eyes of the Muguls.

The young Mughal was very satisfied with this result, he respectfully kowtowed to Xu Shiyang, acknowledging that Xu Shiyang was a big man on the same level as Zamuhe, and then stood up and prepared to go back.

Xu Shiyang asked behind him with some curiosity, "What's your name?" ”

"The slave is detached and does not spend money, and the head of a thousand households under the tent of Gul Khan is cowardly." The young man replied.

"Hehe, that's a good name." Xu Shiyang smiled meaninglessly: "Boy, remember, if you can't get along with you, you can come to me, although I won't give you such a high status, but in our Qi country, people with ability can always come out no matter what their background is." ”

Hearing this, Totobuhua stood for a moment, he didn't understand what he meant, but it didn't sound bad, so he bowed down and saluted:

"Thank you, Master Longen."

……

After taking off and leaving, Wang Qinian, who had been standing behind Xu Shiyang, asked:

"Your Excellency the Prime Minister admires this tartar?"

"No, I don't like him." Xu Shiyang smiled: "I'm just curious about some things. ”

"What's the matter?"

"Nothing, you don't understand." Xu Shiyang refused to explain, and he changed the subject and said, "Call Lin Chong, let's go talk to Nazamuhe." ”

……

About two quarters of an hour later, the Mughals erected a large shed with only a roof on all sides on the grass in the middle of the two armies of Qi and Mongolia.

Xu Shiyang ordered someone to prepare refreshments in it, and then took Wang Qinian and Lin Chong to meet Zamuhe in this big shed.

In Xu Shiyang's eyes, Zamuhe is a typical Mughal nobleman:

He has a large cake face, squinting eyes, a short stature, and looped legs, and wears pale golden fish-scale armor, and a large heart guard, and inside the armor is a silk garment of good texture, with an iron helmet in the style of Jurchen on his head, and a handful of black horsehair is raised high on top with a lightning rod.

Zamuga wore a lot of gold beaded jewelry, and the scimitar handle and sheath around his waist were also inlaid with precious stones, which contrasted with his ragged sheepskin-worn men.

In contrast, Xu Shiyang wore an ordinary red military uniform of the Qi State Field Army (at this time, the new army did not have a military uniform), and a cowhide armed belt was tied around his waist, on which were hung bits and pieces such as a standard flintlock pistol, a Japanese knife, and a cowhide bullet box.

Xu Shiyang wore mille-feuille shoes, leggings, no armor, just a semi-circular iron helmet, the whole person looked very simple, and the dress was not as luxurious as Wang Qinian beside him, but the whole gave people a very neat feeling.