In the icy water, the Chinese army grabbed the rope and advanced slowly.

The bombardment had kept the Dzungar soldiers a little far from the shore, and by the time their scouts sent back the information, the Chinese army had reached the middle of the river.

In the big river, it was like a dragon turning over, and the Dzungars on the bank were shooting arrows frantically, ruthlessly harvesting the lives of the Chinese army.

Fortunately, there were sword and shield soldiers who held the shield in one hand and resisted part of the rain of arrows, and finally someone had already landed on the shore.

After landing, fighting on the Ob River at night, the benefits of daily practice on weekdays are vividly displayed at this moment.

The small mandarin duck formation, which was quickly arranged, multiplied its power in the night battle, slowly suppressed the Dzungar people's bows and arrows, and began to shoot back.

If we say that the advantage of the nomads in the past is that all the people are soldiers, they are herdsmen in peacetime, and cavalry in wartime. Now they have realized this gap between amateur and professional soldiers, and they have been practicing non-stop all year long, and it is time to harvest.

The Chinese army slowly took control of the west bank of the river, the Dzungars kept retreating, and more and more warriors crossed the river.

Suddenly, there was a roar in front of them, and Chu Huer Uba led a large army to gallop to help, and the sound of horses' hooves in the dark night came and went, and the hurried horses' hooves also showed that their owners were anxious at the moment.

The Chinese army has crossed the shore, who can stop it?

Chuhuer Uba came on horseback, and there were Dzungar routs along the way, he stopped one casually and asked, "Where is my uncle?" ”

It was a leader who was stopped, and he screamed and said, "Lord Babutner, you are dead in battle!" The Chinese army is coming, overwhelming the Chinese army. ”

Chu Huer Uba said angrily: "Pull out your waist knife and kill it with me, you can't escape." ”

The Dzungars who came back with the slaughter of Chuhur Uba quickly attracted the attention of the Chinese army, and they set up a position on the shore, took off the fire guns on their backs, and began to shoot.

An arc-shaped tongue of fire net, instantly shot the Dzungars off their horses, and there were fallen and wounded warriors, running in a panic among the horses, the bullet holes on their bodies emitted a scorching smell, the pain had tended to numb, and fear was the greatest torture.

The majestic and long horn sounded, the Chinese army on the shore began to charge forward, the Dzungar people on the horse bent their bows and arrows, the sound of arrow rain breaking through the air swished, the prepared sword and shield soldiers erected their shields, blocking most of the arrows, there were still some tricky angles, over the shield to shoot at the Chinese army.

Chu Huer's eyes were already red, and he turned his head and yelled at his cronies: "Quick, warriors, never retreat, rush!"

The people on the grassland were accustomed to attacking, had no habit of defending, and did not have the conditions to defend, and under the leadership of Chu Huer Uba, they rushed towards the enemy who was several times stronger than they were afraid of death.

This was a suicide attack, and it was also the last chance, and the Dzungars knew very well that once the Chinese army gained a foothold on the west bank of the river, they would soon be able to build bridges, rafts, and even swim over, and then there would be no one to fight again.

The Chinese troops who came from the water had all passed through the icy and biting river, and many of them were still twitching their legs. Their task was simple, to nail the west bank of the river and create space for the army to cross the river.

Xia Wanchun looked at the fire on the west bank of the river, Shen Mu was silent, that was the time that the advance team exchanged for flesh and blood, and gave himself time to cross the river.

The fighting and the roaring continued for a night, a night that should have been quiet, filled with smoke and war, and everywhere there was a bloody, unpleasant smell of burning.

Zhang Lianchen shook his head and looked to his side, but his brother was gone.

He carried a knife and rummaged around for the corpses lying on the ground, but he was disappointed again and again.

The blood in his mouth was a little bitter, Zhang Lianchen spit out a mouthful of blood-red saliva, thrust the knife into the ground, and said with a miserable smile: "Brother, you are lost in the system, and I will take care of my father and mother for you when I go back, you can rest assured." Brothers, everyone says that the eldest brother is like a father, so I will give you one, and bless the person who can return to his hometown to raise us. ”

After a night of fierce fighting, they finally repelled the Dzungar people's desperate charge, and then everyone turned back, and the sun rose on the east bank, and the light boats and rafts on the river were as diligent as the ants that moved, and drove here.

The morning sun is large, round, and very close to the people, and can be seen with the eyes without dazzling.

The beautiful mountains are lined up, the flowers are in full bloom in late spring, and the military doctors who are the first to be transported are nervously searching for the wounded.

Xia Wanchun, who successfully landed on the west bank of the river, had not yet sat hot on his buttocks, so he ordered to go down and prepare pen and ink.

He went to the court and asked for something

First a shipyard craftsman and tools, second a construction team, and third a sailor.

The Ob River flows directly into the Arctic Ocean and flows north from Dzungaria into the Arctic Ocean, where it does not freeze for half of the year.

It only takes a little further down from here to build a ship, and the troops can be transported to the nearby Ural Mountains.

And beyond the Urals, it is the territory of Europe, and Xia Wanchun is ready to cut the battlefield apart like cutting meat.

The first is to divide the Dzungar into three parts, and then to separate the vast snowfields from the territory of the Rakshasa country.

According to his plan, it only took two years to complete the road of the Mongols' westward expedition.

At the beginning, the Mongolian expedition to the west was such a trajectory

In the first year, Ögedei convened a general meeting of kings and decided to conquer the Kipchak, Sarasi and other countries, and ordered all clans to send out the army under the command of the eldest son, and Nayan at all levels below 10,000 households also sent the eldest son to lead the army. The kings were headed by Jochizi Badu, and the veteran Su Butai was the main commander.

In the second year, he destroyed Briar and Kipchak; marched into the army and captured the city of Yerezan.

In the third year, the troops were divided into four parts, breaking more than ten cities such as Moscow and Rostov-on-Don, and besieging the capital of the Grand Duchy of Vladimir with a combined army, and trapping it.

Since then, the Russians have been slaves of the Mongols for 300 years, the Yuan Dynasty has ruled the Central Plains for less than 100 years, but it has ruled Russia for more than 300 years.

The difference is that Russia does not regard this as its own dynasty, but is just invaded. How can some countries still be proud of Genghis Khan, if the ancestors who were bullied by the Mongols back then had a spirit, it is estimated that they would be able to turn smoke into smoke and soar.

When the news reached Jinling, Hou Xuanyan was a little excited while holding the concerto, and his mood could not be calmed down for a long time

What Xia Wanchun stretched out his hand to ask for, Hou Xuanyan agreed with a wave of his hand, and specially selected a group of sailor generals to be sent to train the sergeants who exercised the boat.

After opening up the east and west, running through the north and the south, everyone knew that the demise of Dzungaria was only a matter of time.

It took 70 years for the three generations of Kang Mazi's ancestors and grandchildren, and countless people died, and there were many defeats and few victories. In the end, Dzungaria, which relied on the heritage of the Central Plains to die alive, was about to be strangled in the cradle when it was just starting.