"Across the Ob River, there is a Dzungar city, built in the last year of the Apocalypse, and now it has been more than forty years, and it is the time for the city wall to be strengthened."

Hong Yixun, who had not appeared for a long time, talked eloquently: "There are about 60,000 defenders in the city, and the main one will be Chu Huer Uba, who has been guarding Hami for a month and a half, and is the younger brother of Batur Hui. These soldiers and horses seem to be all Dzungars, but in fact, they originally had their own subordinates, and it was difficult to command and dispatch, so Baturhun sent his younger brother to guard. ”

When Yang Zhan heard this, he snorted coldly, the last time he was blocked by this person in Hami for so long, it was even longer than the time that the red flag blocked him in Hanzhong.

Hong Yixun immediately said: "Their advantage is to resist the river, this is the upper reaches of the Ob River, although the current is gentle, but the water level is quite deep and there is no pontoon bridge, it is easy to cross the river." ”

"It's okay, let's blow it up for a few days."

This time the battle was fought very loosely, and there was no strategy at all, just flat pushing.

There are so many people, after spreading out, push forward, plough the courtyard and sweep the holes, except for those Gobi Desert in the uninhabited area, there is nothing left in the entire Dzungaria.

Xia Wanchun saw that everyone had no objections, and continued: "Our cavalry has opened the way, and it is difficult for the foot soldiers to keep up, so it is better to build more carriages to transport troops." There is a new war horse in Jingbei, which battalion still needs it, send someone to Wulianghai to rush over. ”

Another advantage of rubber tires is that the wear and tear on horses is reduced, so that the horses can easily transport troops. Especially on the flat and dry ground, a large cart can carry dozens of soldiers with three or four horses, but in the past, wooden tires were definitely not enough.

As long as the problem of marching speed is solved, the combat effectiveness of the infantry with a good formation is stronger than that of the cavalry, that is, it is difficult to chase if the battle is won, and there is no way to escape if the battle is lost.

When everyone heard this, they were a little cautious, there were too many war horses in Jingbei, and after the whole Mongolia was included in Jingbei Province, the problem of difficulty in raising horses in the Central Plains Dynasty was solved.

In the end, Yang Zhan, who had the smallest number of horses, won these war horses for the Sichuan soldiers, a total of 5,000, all of which were Mongolian horses.

The Ob River is surrounded by greenery, and it doesn't look like a desert, but like a fairyland.

At sunset, the blue water reflects the light, and the surrounding mist turns into a colorful sunlight through the trees.

Small white and purple flowers bloomed all over the two banks, and the sky was so low that it seemed that you could touch it from the top of the hill on the opposite bank.

On the west bank of the Ob River, two horses stopped on the bank of the river, and the people on the horses were wearing fat Mongolian robes in khaki yellow, with right sides, slanted plackets, high necks, long sleeves, riding boots, and tight belts, very burly and fierce. Their knives were still at their waists, and they only carried horsewhips in their hands, and their faces were calm.

"My eldest brother asked me to guard Hami, and I blocked hundreds of thousands of people, so that they didn't touch the gate of Hami for two months. It was a terrain that was not dangerous, but now there is a river so wide and so deep, I want to see how the cowards who know only how to use artillery can cross the river. ”

Chu Huer Uba was full of confidence, but the young man next to him was a little worried, and was about to speak, when he suddenly heard a loud noise.

Rumble.. Rumble.. Rumble..

It is deafening, the sound analyzes the heaven and the earth, the mountains and rivers shook, and the earth trembled.

A shell hit the hill not far away, and the beautiful scenery instantly became shattered, and the smoke of gunfire filled the entire riverbank, and the earth that had been blown out of the bomb everywhere.

Chu Huer Uba tugged on the reins hard, and the war horse under his crotch slashed his hooves uneasily, this time the bombardment was even more powerful than Hami

A puddle of river water poured down his head, wetting Chu Huer Uba's body and extinguishing his self-confidence.

"My lord, the Chinese army has set off artillery, let's withdraw to the camp, it's too dangerous here."

If there are environmentalists in later generations, they will definitely faint in distress when they see the scene in front of them.

The rare green covered pure land of Dzungaria, the clear source of the Ob River, was bombed beyond recognition.

The initiators of all this are burying pots and cooking on the other side, and the bombardment generally starts and lasts for several days, and the Chinese soldiers and soldiers have long had experience.

Zhang Lianxiang and Zhang Lianchen are a pair of brothers, real brothers, who are eating around an iron pot at this time. Since joining the army in Guyuan on the nine borders of Shaanxi and Gansu, the brothers have accumulated some military exploits, and it is estimated that they can be promoted to a petty official after the battle.

They didn't communicate with each other, they ate with their heads down, and an older veteran came from behind, shouted twice and didn't respond, and kicked Zhang Lianchen's buttocks.

"Old Wu, what are you kicking you for?"

"Don't talk nonsense, I'm almost done eating and ready to cross the river at night."

"Crossing the river? Don't blow up? ”

"Don't blow up, cross the river!"

In the sky above the Ob River at night, the stars are dotted, and a round of the moon radiates a faint light.

Xia Wanchun looked up at the sky, he could swear that even in his hometown Jiangnan, there was no such beautiful moonlight.

The cold moon was reflected in the river, and it was shattered at the slightest movement, and hundreds of soldiers took off their shirts and swam to the opposite bank with ropes, found boulders, stumps, and other objects, and tied the ropes firmly.

Even their own soldiers thought that the Chinese army would continue to bomb, let alone Chuhuer Uba, which had been bombed in Hami for two months.

In the city of Kuznetsk in the middle of the night, there was a rare silence, and the slightest loud speech would be cursed. It had been a day of bombing, and they desperately needed to clean it up.

It's the same with Chuhuer Uba, he tasted this taste in Hami, and it was really uncomfortable day and night.

He lay down on the bed, ready to take a nap during the rare quiet free time.

Time slipped away bit by bit, and a restless emotion slowly replaced the joy, and Chu Hu'er Uba's forehead slowly wrinkled.

Suddenly, Chu Huer Uba jumped up from the bed, and the Chinese army had stopped bombing for half an hour!

This may not be a simple break, Chu Huer Uba suddenly woke up and shouted: "Someone! Come! ”

"My lord, what's wrong?" The soldier opened the curtain and walked in, asking suspiciously.

"Who's keeping watch by the river tonight?"

"Lord Hui, it's Babutner, your uncle."

"Bring me armor, and I'll go up to the city."

The little soldier secretly slandered himself in his heart, but he still went to get his clothes, and dozens of relatives followed him to the city.

Before he reached the city, one of the generals came down in a panic, rolled in front of him, and said loudly: "Oh no, there is a fight by the river, and General Babutner has already lit a beacon fire." ”

Chu Hu'er Uba's heart was half cold, he believed in his experience too much, and the battle of Hami made him famous, so he subconsciously always regarded the enemy as the Sichuan soldier in Hami.

As everyone knows, the truth is the gist of the Central Plains Art of War, and Xia Wanchun is abnormal, and he will cross the river after being bombed for a long time.

By the river, the hand-to-hand battle has begun!