The third volume sailed in the Ming Dynasty

On March 20, the ninth year of Chongzhen of the Ming Dynasty, 49 lords and leaders of the 24 departments of Monan Mongolia and more than 100 civil and military officials of Jiannu held a meeting in Shengjing.

The enemy chieftain Taiji was promoted as "Bokeda Chechen Khan" and changed the name of the country to "Daqing".

Since then, the four departments and ten banners of Nenkorqin are divided into left and right wings, and the alliance will be under the Zhelimu Mountain in the territory of the middle banner of the right wing of Horqin, forming the Zhelimu League, also known as the Nenjiang Ten Banners.

Since then, the Mongol tribes of Monan have followed Jiannu with all their hearts and committed unforgivable crimes against the Han Chinese.

Similarly, in order to win over the Mongol tribes in the Horqin steppe, the two sides adopted the method of marriage to form a closer alliance.

Historically, most of the queen concubines of the Jiannu Tatar chieftains came from the southern Mongolian tribes of the Horqin steppe, and the more famous ones were Da Yu'er and Hai Lanzhu.

And Qin Haoming's purpose is very clear, that is, to attack the Mongol tribes in southern Mo, win over the Mongols in Moxi and Mobei, and jointly deal with the Jiannu and Mongol tribes in southern Mo.

In the Monan grassland, the weather is cloudy and sunny, and dark clouds are always shrouded over the grassland.

Tents made of fur are scattered in the grassland, forming an irregular rectangle, and a white flag flutters on the flagpole in the central area, which is supposed to be the residence of the chief.

It is a tribe of about 800 people, and under the gloomy sky, the herders come and go frequently. The women drove the cattle and sheep back to the pen, while the men hurried to drive the horses to the stables.

This is the daily life of a grassland herdsman, full of noise and noise.

A woman emerged from the tent and shouted at two fourteen or fifteen-year-old boys who were playing. In a moment, the two teenagers happily led the horses and skillfully turned them on, and ran outside.

In the cheerful figure, running across the flat meadow, in the distance is a white flock of sheep, and occasionally a sheep's head with grass in its mouth raised to look at the two horses running ahead.

A Mongolian man wielding a whip rides slowly, shouting to drive away the stranded livestock.

Hearing the sound of horses' hooves, he looked over, smiled on his wrinkled face, and rode up to meet him.

"My prairie eagle, are you here to see Abba?"

In the two horses, one of the tiger-headed boys smiled brightly, nodded and pointed to the sky and said, "It's about to rain, Eji asked us to come over and help." ”

The Mongolian man is none other than their Abba.

"Abba, there are troops behind, it seems to be Han?"

Another half-grown boy on horseback pointed behind Abba, and in that direction there were more than a hundred figures roaming the hill on the grassy slope.

The child of the steppe is precocious, and in another year or two, he will also be a qualified warrior in the tribe.

The iron hooves trampled the thatch into the mud and sand, and the two horses were the first to climb the low slope.

From the boy's point of view, he could only see the general on a white horse, and the military general standing on the other side, because he was blocked by Abba, he could only see the scarlet cloak that he was raised by the mountain wind from time to time.

"Who are they?"

Suddenly, a wolf howled over there, and a knife was raised into the sky, and the war horse slowly stepped out, and then spread with a loud rumbling sound.

The Mongolian man hurriedly took out his bow and arrows, and shouted: "Run!" ”

Then it's time to grab your bow and aim at the enemy who is rushing down.

Whoa, whoa, whoa—

Bang, bang, bang-

Sharp arrows pierced through the air, accompanied by gunfire.

Arrows and firebolts from the other direction were nailed to the Mongolian man's neck and chest, and blood splattered. The bow and arrows in his hand had not yet been fired, and the corpse had slowly fallen from the horse's back to the grass.

"Abba......

The two Mongolian teenagers looked at Abba covered in blood in horror, screamed in grief, turned their horses' heads and whipped their whips.

On the side, two armored generals led a team of more than 1,000 people to gallop down the grassy slope on the other side, and indifferently glanced at the two Mongolian teenagers who were running away on horseback, and raised their horse whips.

In front, two Mongolian teenagers on horseback bit their lips and galloped in fear, and a whining wolf howl sounded behind them.

One of the boys looked back in surprise, and in his sight, a war horse rushed towards him, slashing with a blade.

His pupils suddenly tightened, and the next moment, a pillar of blood rose into the sky, and then his gaze was thrown high, and the people and horses who couldn't see clearly rolled up mud and dust under his head and rushed overhead.

The immature head flew into the sky, and the headless corpse gushed blood on the horse's back and ran again before falling.

The head fell, and was caught by a soldier and raised above his head and waved, still shouting to himself: "Kill! Violent shouts.

The sound of horses' hooves approached like thunder, rolling up the grass on the ground.

At this time, someone around the tribal tent heard the movement, knelt on the ground and listened, and saw a surviving Mongolian boy waving his arms and shouting in the distance on horseback, and someone rushed out in a hurry.

Someone on the opposite side pulled the bow, and the strings hummed and trembled.

Poof-

A long arrow was nailed to the boy's back, and with fear on his tearful face, he rolled off the horse with a thud.

The growing body was twisted under the horse's hooves, rolled a few times, and remained motionless. Witnessing this, the entire Mongolian camp became noisy and chaotic.

"It's Akito."

"Sons, kill them."

"Run out and call for help."

The boy's mother cried and rushed to grab the child's body, and the old and young men of the clan roared angrily and got into the tent and took out spears, bows and arrows, and scimitars.

The next moment, the horse's hooves stepped into the camp and advanced at high speed, waving blades in their hands, like the scythe of death, flying in all directions.

The Mongolian woman holding the boy's corpse fell, blurred by the flesh trampled by the hooves of countless war horses that followed.

A brave and sturdy Mongol man rushed out of the tent with a spear, screaming and stabbing into the chest of the smashing horse. Amid the neighing of the horses, the soldiers on the horses were thrown into the distant meadow.

The forelimbs of the war horse bent and roared, pressing on the sturdy body, and the sound body of the war horse slid on the ground with inertia, dragging out half a foot of blood, leaving only a pair of thick and fluffy soles exposed.

The Ming soldiers who fell off their horses grinned and wanted to get up, and the Mongolian young men who rushed around slashed with their knives, but they were hit by a few gunshots, and blood splashed everywhere.

A few Ming soldiers on horseback rushed in front, and a soldier with a long scar on his face shouted, "Go die!" The waist knife in his hand slashed at a man with a scimitar.

The severed limbs and blood splattered on the face of the Ming soldier lying on the ground.

Then, he staggered to his feet, picked up the weapon and roared hideously, rushed at the figure holding the broken arm and screaming, swung his knife and slashed the opponent's chest, and kicked out again.

Then he raised his knife and slashed at the neck of the Mongolian man who was already dying, lifted his bloody head, and shouted excitedly at the Ming soldiers who saved him:

"Brother Hu, I have killed the enemy with blood, I am no longer a rookie, I can get a second-class medal, and I will not be as good as a dog."

"Liuzi, pay attention to protect yourself and continue to kill the enemy, you have done a good job."

Hu Handong said that he lit the fire and threw it on the tent.

The flames rose in an instant, and the smoke swept up into the sky with the wind, and a small part of the entire tribe had been caught in the sea of fire, and the burning bodies were running around, letting out heart-rending screams.

The Mongols who resisted were not none, but large and few. And it was caught off guard, the disparity in strength was too great, and it was useless.