At night, when it was dark, the Nekhalkha cavalry returned to the camp one after another, so that they could find the location of the camp without taking a detour, Huang Sheng lit a fire for three miles in a straight line. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Qinggeltai was lucky, and there was no attrition, only some wounded, and the last time the leaders chased and killed the defeated troops of Karaqin with men and horses, they also folded more than 50 horses.

More than two dozen wounded soldiers also came back gritting their teeth, and the Huang family had a medical vehicle and ten medics in this camp, who had already boiled water and prepared all the tools.

Seeing that dozens of light and serious wounded men immediately stitched them up and disinfected and bandaged, there were seven or eight Nekhalkha cavalry who were seriously injured and could no longer ride horses, Huang Sheng arranged for them to march by car tomorrow, Lord Huang treated the Nekhalkha soldiers like this, and all the Mongolian cavalry were extremely grateful.

The Nekhalkha people achieved brilliant results in this sortie, the most rare thing is that the casualty rate is low, the harvest is huge, they feel too comfortable to fight with the Huang family horses, and the soldiers who returned to the camp are drinking and singing around the campfire.

Looking at the jubilant Inner Khalkha Mongolian warriors dancing around the fire one by one, Huang Sheng was infinitely admired, they started to fight on horseback before dawn, how could they still have such energy after a whole day?

Manzhu Xili, who had fled for his life, also returned to the winter camp at this time, with only about two dozen horsemen left by his side.

Only nine of the warriors of the Wenerwen tribe fled back, and the people who had happily come to the settlement to spend the winter, waiting for Xiaotaiji to reward some people and property, were stunned by the shocking news for a while.

The whole tribe suddenly cried, Wen Erwen looked at Manzhu Xili with resentful eyes and said nothing, his two sons were not able to come back, this is his only son, and there will be no one in the future, because the leader was injured five years ago and cannot be killed.

Wen Erwen suddenly pulled out the Mongolian scimitar, and the guards who were full of pearls and rituals hurriedly drew their swords to face each other, who knew that he cut off his great head in a flash of the sword, and mourned more than his heart died, and the warriors in his people were almost all wiped out, and all his sons were killed in battle, and he also chose the road of no return.

Ashamed and angry, Manzhu Xili sat down on the snow and wailed loudly: "Why? Why? How did the Ming army know where we were? ”

No one could answer his question, only the howling northwest wind blew, and the howling of the women in the wind made people feel even more desolate, there was no moonlight, the vast land was cold and white everywhere, and the sky was sprinkled with snowflakes, and soon the sky was full of snowflakes.

"That's it? God is helping that Ming army, this is not fair, not fair! Stimulated, Manzhu Xili brandished a Mongolian scimitar and slashed at the wind and snow, like a mad demon.

"Oh! It's snowing, and God isn't funny! This official is also going to kill some more Karaqin Tartars who don't know whether they are alive or dead! Huang Sheng, who was surrounded by a group of high-spirited military attaches and soldiers, looked at the fluttering snow flakes and said with some regret.

The black tiger laughed and said, "My lord, forget it! Even if it doesn't snow, I'm afraid no Karaqin people will dare to chase after it. ”

Those Mongolian warriors couldn't understand Lord Huang Sheng's words, and the panther told everyone about it, and they laughed along.

Qinggeltai was also worried that so many people and captures might not be able to be brought back, it snowed heavily at night, and if the men and horses who had already gone far away did not know that their route could not be traced, the Karaqin cavalry would probably be gathered for a few days, and they were doomed to run in vain.

He was inexplicably excited and shouted: "The Ming army is mighty, the Ming army is mighty!" ”

More than 500 Khalkha soldiers also shouted in stiff Chinese: "The Ming army is mighty! ……。 ”

The heavy snow fell for a day and a night, and the two roads of men and horses drove the way forward in the wind and snow, and eight war horses lined up in two rows to push a chariot to be used as an animal snow plow, such a combination of four, no need to be too troublesome, the snow just fell, just push a road all the way.

Karaqin Obataiji received a request for help from his youngest son on the day of the snowfall, and ordered 5,000 soldiers to gallop to the winter camp of the Manzhu Xili tribe in the wind and snow, and he sent a letter to the master of Houjin, not asking them to send troops, but informing the master that the Ming Dynasty would attack the Karaqin tribe.

Because he knew that the old master who had formed an alliance with Karaqin, Nurhachi, had just died, and he was embarrassed to ask the new master to send troops immediately at this time.

There is another reason, the Houjin people and horses are too far away, and now it is snowing heavily, I am afraid it is impossible to catch up with the Ming army to encircle and annihilate.

He didn't want the Houjin army to run in vain, because he would settle accounts, and when Houjin came to help, he always had to give food and drink to others, and if he didn't seize it, he would lose a lot.

When Oba arrived at the camp to find that the other three sons had just arrived, he almost couldn't recognize the little one with glazed eyes, and when he asked what was going on, the old thief who licked the blood with his knife head gasped.

The youngest son lost nearly 3,000 warriors and 7,000 or 8,000 people, and now there are only a few tribes left, all of which are less than 5,000 people, and there are only more than 1,000 warriors.

He hurriedly asked how he could fight so badly, and if he couldn't fight, he wouldn't escape? If our Karaqin cavalry is determined to escape, and even the Jurchens can't catch up, where can't we hide in the vast Karaqin grassland?

Wu Keshan was the earliest, he had already asked the soldiers who had escaped from the battle with the Ming army a few times, he told the old man the truth, and asked the old man to send troops to attack the Ming army to take revenge.

Where does this Oba have any blood, he is just a slave who can't afford to make profits early, bullying the soft and fearing the hard is his nature, if it weren't for this character, he wouldn't be the first to take refuge in those savage, ignorant and dirty Jiannu.

At this time, the Mongols were still proud of being Genghis Khan's golden family, they simply looked down on the Jiannu with a pig's tail, the Mongols had their own civilization, language and writing, what is the Jiannu?

It's just that the beasts have just evolved to be able to walk upright, there is no civilization, there is no writing, they stick gold on their faces, and they recognize Yan Agu and the Jurchens as their ancestors, in fact, they have no written records at all, and it is not clear where they jumped out.

After destroying the Great Liao Kingdom, the Northern Song Dynasty, and the Southern Song Dynasty and the Western Xia, the Jin Dynasty was civilized, and their Jin Dynasty lasted for 120 years after ten emperors, and its heyday ruled over the northern part of today's Huai River, most of the northeast of the Qinling Mountains and the Far East of the Russian Federation, with a vast territory.

In the later period of Jin, it has been completely sinicized, and it is said that there are historical documents for writing Chinese characters in Chinese and wearing Hanfu with the name of the Han family, why can't Jiannu take out a genealogy to prove his origin?

Of course, this Houjin slave Oba who does not even have a sense of shame will not launch an attack on Daming, he told his sons, Lin Dan Khan is eyeing the tiger, let's guard our own acres and three points of land, consolidate the Inner Khalkha territory we just got, and beat Daming to let Allah bleed!

He sent his eldest son, Wu Keshan, to the Houjin Dynasty with his own letter to meet the new master, crying about the atrocities of the Ming army and asking the master to seek justice.

This Wu Keshan is the eldest brother of the Manchu Xiaozhuang Empress Borzigit Bumubutai and Min Huigong and the Yuan Concubine Borzigit Hailanzhu, and the father of the Manchu Dynasty after the abolition of the ancestors.

Manzhu Xi Lilai, who was severely beaten by Huang Sheng, was not small, if he had not gone insane in the Red Gangster is the reigning Houjin, he led the cavalry of the left wing of Horqin to follow Jiannu on the expedition, conquer Chahar Mongolia, and break through the Xuanfu in Datong, Shanxi, on the border of the Ming Dynasty.

This villain followed the Red Gangster to conquer Korea and marched into the Jurchen Varkha Tribe. Because of his outstanding military achievements, Houjin appointed him as the Mongolian Chengzheng of the Ministry of Officials, and was named the king of Baturu County, hereditary replacement, and awarded the first Zasak of the Kezuo Zhongqi.

This Mongolian slave was stained with the blood of the Han people, but unfortunately he was not able to kill him this time, and I don't know if he will recover and still become the executioner of the Eight Littles.

This is completely because Huang Sheng didn't know who he was fighting at all, he only knew that it was a Karaqin Mongol minion, if he knew that there was such a big king eight inside, he would send a personal team to take special care of the enemy's main general when arranging.

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