Chapter 1175: The Grasslands of the North of the Tianshan Mountains (Subscription Requested) (Page 1/1)

There are still a lot of headaches for Emperor Chongzhen, and a large number of thieves have recently emerged in the Shanxi region, and they have played the name of King Chuang.

Wherever they passed, they were surrounded by countless displaced people, who were their soldiers. Everywhere they went, these hungry homeless people would flood county towns, and then drag more homeless people around to plunder.

They are like a torrent of destruction everywhere, and they don't produce at all, and everywhere they go will destroy everything.

The biggest headache for officials everywhere is that this group of thieves also likes to pick up the city wall, and every time they attack the next county, they must completely tear down the city wall, so that they can attack next time.

For this group of thieves, the court is invincible, and ordinary encirclement and interception are useless. Because even the thieves themselves don't know where they will go next, and they will drown wherever there is food.

The army of bandits in the imperial court could only chase after this group of thieves, and even if they were blocked in front of them, the thieves would change direction at any time.

In order to prevent the Changxing army from entering the customs, the imperial court spent all the money and grain on the construction of the tunbao. The amount of food and wages used to suppress the bandits was pitiful, and the officials and soldiers who did not have food and salary began to attack the common people.

The people in the north of the Ming Dynasty are the most miserable, and natural disasters have made it difficult for them to survive. The passage of the thieves would make their situation worse, and finally the officers and soldiers passed by and once again drove them to a dead end.

Once such a vicious circle was formed, even though the official army often won big victories against the thieves, the number of thieves not only did not decrease, but increased.

Gradually, the thieves began to gather together to form a scale of hundreds of thousands of people, and the barren land in Shanxi could not support so many thieves.

Lacking the means to attack the fortifications, they began to spread to other provinces, and although the imperial court issued many orders to encircle and suppress, the gains were very limited.

And the most elite border army in the Ming Dynasty, Emperor Chongzhen, still had to guard against the Changxing army, and he didn't dare to send them out to suppress the thieves.

In the fourth year of Chongzhen, a heavy snow swept the entire north, and the grassland was covered with ice and snow.

A cavalry on the steppe of Western Mongolia north of the Tianshan Mountains is advancing against the wind and snow, and the knights on horseback have turned silver and white, and it is hard to imagine that there are still people marching in such weather.

The number of this group was not large, only less than a hundred, but they continued to lose their numbers in the wind and snow, and when they saw the familiar tent, only half of the men and horses remained.

In the tent, unlike the bitter cold outside, the charcoal in the brazier was blazing, and a whole sheep that had been roasted was heating on it.

A bald young man was cutting off a piece of fatty mutton with a knife and putting it in his mouth to chew, but there was no happy look on his face, and there was a deep sadness in his eyes.

The curtain of the tent was lifted from outside, and a biting cold wind blew in from outside.

The young man frowned and said nothing, looking up at the doorway of the tent.

A man in a face armor walked in there, and there was already a lot of snow on his body, but instead of patting the snow on his body, he knelt down on one knee and said, "Lord Wang! Guge has returned, and he has brought back a handwritten letter from the Ministry of Durbot! ”

The young man nodded slightly and said, "Let Guge come in!" The king wants to hear what he says about Dulbert! ”

"Huh!" The man turned and walked out.

The young man was Dolgon, who had plundered the West Hall, and led the ambitious Mongols all the way west to the north, crossing the Tianshan Mountains to Western Mongolia.

Although they are also Mongolian, they are not popular with the locals. Dolgon's nearly 50,000 Mongols were there to compete for living space, and their arrival was bound to lead to a scramble for pastures.

The fighting power of Western Mongolia was no worse than that of the Mongols brought by Dolgon, and the two sides fought for a long time without taking much advantage.

Dolgon is not a reckless man without brains, since it is a steppe, it is inevitable to fight in all aspects, and Western Mongolia is naturally no exception.

The Dzungar, Dulbert, Heshute, and Turghut tribes together formed the Western Mongolian Union, and the other three of them were all honored by the Dzungar tribe.

Since it is a four-part alliance, intrigue is indispensable, and Dolgon takes a fancy to this, and intends to win over one of them against the remaining two.

Dolbert was Dolgon's target, and the winter snow covered the steppes, and the two sides were in the midst of a truce.

Traveling in such bad weather was tantamount to suicide, but Dorgon sent hundreds of men to the Dolbert Alliance.

The bad weather would leave the other three unaware, just in time for Dolgon's secret contact. The news from the source of the report was not bad for Dolgon, and it seems that the four tribes are not monolithic.

As long as you can successfully win over the Dulbert Ministry, you can take one of them by surprise. At that point, a two-on-two battle would be very advantageous to Dolgon, and the occupation of all of Western Mongolia would no longer be a dream.

After the integration of Western Mongolia, Dolgon had the strength to fight with the Changxing army again. Although he can't defeat the Changxing army in one fell swoop, as long as he can continue to block the Changxing army, Dolgon will be very happy.

During his arrival in Western Mongolia, Dolgon did not revert to his original title of Beyler, and he retained the title of Prince Zhong.

If he wanted to conquer Western Mongolia, it was not enough to rely on his 5,000 Jurchen armor soldiers, and this name was needed to unite the Mongol nobles who were unwilling to surrender to the Changxing army.

In the many battles with the Changxing army, Dorgon also learned a lot. Never confronting the Changxing army head-on is a lesson he has summed up with his blood many times, and he will sneak attack the area controlled by the Changxing army whenever he has the opportunity.

If it can succeed once or twice, it will cause panic in the area controlled by the Changxing army, and the rule of the Changxing army will be shaken a few more times.

It would have been easy to incite a rebellion among the Mongol herdsmen, and Dolgon had already planned to carry out his plan as soon as he could unify Western Mongolia.

At this moment, a Mongolian man in a leather robe walked in from outside, entered the big tent and saluted Dolgon.

His face was covered with frostbite, and one ear had turned black, apparently no longer saved.

Instead of letting Gug speak first, Dorgon handed over a warm glass of mare's milk.

Tears fell from Gouge's eyes when he received Dorgon's hand, and he drank it all before he took out the handwritten letter from the Dulbert Ministry from his bosom.

Dolgon took the letter and did not check it immediately, but motioned for Gug to sit down next to the charcoal brazier and eat something first.

Guge happily took out his knife and began to cut the mutton, drinking warm mare's milk wine and eating the lamb of the fat girl. Guge felt that this trip was not so difficult.

While he was cutting the lamb, "Boom! The sound frightened Guge and cut it on his hand.

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