It was one hundred and fifty miles from the Chahan League, the garrison of the advance army, to the official village of Tumut Khan, and the two heavily armed cavalry battalions under the leadership of the deputy commander Gu Nanshan rushed all the way. Eight hundred and sixty men and more than seven hundred war horses, each warrior was equipped with two horses. Although northern Anhui has been a place for war horses since ancient times, the endurance of horses in the south is far less than that of healthy horses outside the mouth.

The dark cloud bead took the lead, and the river meandering jujube flower horse swept through the grassland like a flash of lightning, and she looked back anxiously from time to time, waiting for the soldiers of the advance army to follow her horse's hooves.

"Do you Han people ride horses? It's not as good as a child to swallow slowly! "Wuyunzhu's Chinese is very good, and it is full of Beijing flavor.

Zhang Shuyang was promoted to major battalion commander because he fired the first shot of Zhengmeng and saved the princess of Tumut??? The battlefield promotion officer is a sentence of the commander-in-chief. He heard the scratch of the dark cloud beads, and said unconvinced: "You Mongolians are powerful? Then you guys deal with Utai yourself, and you still need us? Back then, your Mongolian monk Grinqin was ruthless enough, right? Slaughtered by our Han Chinese! ”

Wuyunzhu's eyes widened, and the horsewhip was raised casually to think about it, and then put it down, just a glance at Zhang Shuyang, which caused the cavalry of the advance army to laugh.

After Wuyunzhu's eyes turned twice, he said loudly: "Han brothers, whoever can save my father Khan and kill Delentai, I will marry him and make him the king of the three hundred miles of Tumut!" ”

"Really? What do you do to marry such a beautiful daughter-in-law and spare a prince? It's worth it! ”

"My father Khan has no son, and whoever marries me will be the king of Tumut!" Wuyunzhu wasted no time in cheering up the soldiers of the advance army.

The advance army suddenly increased its strength, desperately beating the horse and whipping, laughing and galloping, and the commander Gu Mazi shook his head with a smile and did not stop it. Only Zhang Shuyang's face was confused, and he asked the Beiyang Army who was the guide: "Who is Delentai?" ”

"Utai's youngest son, Princess Wuyunzhu's fiancé!"

Zhang Shuyang's jaw almost dropped??? Murder of her husband? Pan Jinlian of the Mongolian steppe!

If this kind of thing were said by a Han woman in the Central Plains, someone would definitely have smashed her backbone, but it didn't seem to be anything if it came out of Wuyunzhu's mouth??? She is a girl who doesn't understand the Central Plains etiquette!

Wuyunzhu rode his horse to Zhang Shuyang and said seriously: "I hope that it is you who killed Delentai!" After that, he blushed and glanced at him affectionately, and then whipped his horse and galloped away, making Zhang Shuyang stunned.

The soldiers of the Beiyang Army laughed and said, "Battalion Commander Zhang, congratulations, you should be a horse master!" ”

Zhang Shuyang was embarrassed and almost fell off the horse, this Mongolian girl is really straightforward??? But what has become of killing her fiancé and then marrying her?

Ximen Qing?

???? Dividing line ????

Baotou City has begun, and the Mongolian cavalry is waving sabers around the low Tucheng of Baotou and screaming "Whoop".

Guangsheng and several other dart masters and executioners of the dart bureau each had a foreign gun in their hands, lying on the low city wall, their eyes wide.

The apprentices, buddies, and runners of the Western Gang also went up to the city wall, although their legs were trembling vigorously, but they were all caught with foreign guns, and their palms were full of sweat. In the business name of the West Gang, the lowest-level guys all carry their own stocks, and their annual dividends are no less than that of a magistrate's Yulu, and they and the owner have both prosperity and loss.

The dart head of the dart board is holding an old-fashioned front-loading single-shot rifle in his hand, in fact, everyone's weapons are almost the same, all breech guns, and the Mongolian cavalry below is already carrying breech guns, although it is a single-shot Bodan rifle, but the rifle has a longer range and accurate shooting than the smoothbore gun, and the breech gun is much faster than the breech gun.

The weapons of the Beiyang Army of the 20th Division are slightly better, but they are only Mauser 88 who have been used for more than ten years. Wang Damao said to his subordinates: "Be smart, put people closer and shoot again!" ”

The people below all nodded desperately.

But everyone's heart is hanging in the air, Baotou City is only less than three zhang high, at most two zhang seven or eight, the moat was dry eight hundred years ago, the city wall is the bottom of the dry base wrapped with green bricks, most of the bricks have been missing, part of it is falling off by itself, most of it is the people who stole home to build houses!

Baotou, an important town in the west, is actually a dirt enclosure, and the worst thing is that there are mountains of gold and silver and a large amount of materials in this earthen enclosure!

A Mongol rode to a place more than ten zhang away from the city wall and shouted: "The people of Baotou listen, quickly open the city gate, the prince said, as long as you don't resist, we don't kill people, we don't rob things!" ”

Wang Damao's big voice roared and said: "Don't kill people or rob things, what are you doing in Baotou?" Hurry back to the grassland, there is no mare's milk wine or finger meat here, go back quickly, it's too late to go home, and you won't be able to catch dinner. ”

The defenders at the head of the city laughed out loud at Wang Damao's deliberate jokes, and the originally tense air eased somewhat.

Uthai's face sank in the distance, and he waved forward and made an offensive gesture. He was also forced to go to Liangshan, and soon after he raised his troops, he was beaten by the patrol battalion sent by Fengtiandu, and the soldiers of the 2,000 patrol battalion beat his 8,000 people to the ground. Fortunately, they are not descendants of Beiyang, and these miscellaneous armies have the habit of sweeping the snow in front of their own doors, which gives Wutai a chance to breathe. Relying on the help of the Russian Consulate General in Harbin, he collected a group of steppe bandits and coerced a group of herdsmen, and gathered 20,000 people, claiming to be an army of 100,000 to the outside world.

But Utai is not stupid, he knows that he is definitely not the opponent of the political axe of the Republic of China, and the attitude of the Russians has changed a lot recently, the old thing of the Consul General of Kulen, Shi Shilemafo, is always sloppy with the envoys he sends, and he never actually says that the Jebtsundamba of Kulen is also lukewarm to himself, and the Russian [***] official who is willing to help him is in Harbin, and the water is far away and does not quench his thirst! And I heard that there was a regular army from the Central Plains that was going to encircle and suppress him.

Utai now understands the combat effectiveness of his subordinates very well, and he can't even beat the patrol battalion, and he still fights with the regular army? It's a long life!

Utai made up his mind, first took Baotou and scooped up enough supplies for the winter, and then played hide and seek with this advance army of Mongolia on the grassland, and when their sharpness was gone, they would take a cold shot and beat a guy if they were cheap, and if the situation was not good, they would simply negotiate peace, and if they couldn't do it, they would flee to Russia.

In order to achieve this goal, he sent 6,000 people to besiege Tumut Khan's official village, creating the illusion that the main force was attacking Tumut, and deliberately let go of Wuyunzhu and others who reported the news??? The 6,000 men who besieged Tumut had no intention of letting them come back alive. 6,000 fewer people is equivalent to 6,000 fewer mouths to eat, as long as there are guns in hand, where can't you catch a few herdsmen as soldiers?

The messenger sent by Wutai shouted at the city for a long time, and Wang Damao saw it clearly at the city head, and directly fired a shot.

There was a "bang", and the Mongolian cavalry sent to deliver the message had fallen off their horses.

The first shot was fired first by the lonely Baotou defenders.

As soon as the messenger died, these Mongolian cavalrymen went crazy, and they were originally putting on a posture and preparing for a wolf to eat the sheep, but the sheep not only did not cooperate and put its head into the wolf's mouth, but instead put a horn on it.

More than 200 people screamed, rushed to a place more than 100 meters away from the city wall, stopped their horses, and shot at the head of the city.

The dart masters at the head of the city were all veterans of the rivers and lakes, and the soldiers of the 20th Division had also received formal training, so they hurriedly shrank their heads into the battlements, and the guys with ticket numbers and business numbers stared down and shot.

A couple of dart masters ran over and grabbed them by the clothes and dragged them to the ground.

"Want to die?"

The sound of bullets "chirping, chirping" was endless, but not a single dead or wounded appeared in the defenders of the city.

Most of these Mongolians are also touching this kind of foreign gun for the first time, and it would be good if they could be fired, where can they talk about the right head.

In addition to the Khalkha and other tribes that do not belong to the Eight Banners, there are more than 300,000 people in 48 banners who eat imperial grain in the Mongolian steppe, and the Mongolian Eight Banners are the same as the Manchurian Eight Banners, and the hardcore crops of more than 200 years have fed them and even forgot what it was like to fight.

When the Anglo-French army came, Monk Greenqin took his Mongolian iron cavalry and went to attack the ranks of the foreigners, using the same tactics as these people pack their heads today.

During the Great Yuan Dynasty, the Mongols were invincible in the world in riding and archery, first the cavalry attacked, rushed to a place more than ten or twenty zhang away from the opponent and put a burst of random arrows, and then withdrew, and then impacted again, and after the opponent's formation was chaotic, then divided and encircled and annihilated.

This move swept across the Eurasian continent, and both the Jin soldiers, the Song soldiers, and the European armies were dazzled by this wolf-pack-like harassment tactic.

However, by the time Monk Lingqin played this trick, the times were different, the cavalry rushed to the front of the foreigner's position, and when he stopped shooting, he happened to become the target of the foreigner, the foreign gun had a long range, and it was powerful, and before it could disturb others, his cavalry had almost been wiped out.

Even after suffering such a big loss, the Mongols did not remember their surnames for a long time, only knew that foreign guns were powerful, and their tactics did not change at all.

The ancestors' cavalry could not be lost, and in this regard, the Mongols and the Manchus were strikingly unanimous. It is no wonder that both China and foreign countries admit that Manchu and Mongolia are one, and even their brains are exactly the same.

Originally, the guns used by these Mongolian soldiers under Utai were longer than those of the defenders of the city, and the accuracy was high, but these people were using them for the first time, they were all rookies, and the tactics were too simple, that is, rushing to the head of the city and putting a burst of random guns.

The sparrows in Baotou City were scared away a lot, but the people defending the city didn't even hurt a single hair.

It is a miracle that those Western gang guys who stood dumbfounded and watched the guns put down there were not even a single injured.

Wang Damao is sighing that these rookies in the West are really lucky.

The Mongolian cavalry fired their guns indiscriminately into the sky, but these people in the dart bureau were all old rivers and lakes, and there were few hard kung fu in the hands of the darts, and they couldn't cover it just by relying on face.

The Mongols are polite, they are not polite.

"Bang, bang", the muffled sound of the smoothbore gun is endless, these Mongolians are indeed closer to the city wall, and the marksmanship of these dart masters is also good, in the blink of an eye, there are more than a dozen of them were beaten and lay down, more than ten zhang away, the scattered bullets of the smoothbore guns even beat people and war horses into a hornet's nest, and blood was flowing everywhere in the body.

The living cavalry immediately ran back, much faster than they could rush the gates.

Wang Damao sighed, and the man who had been beaten and lay down staggered back to his soul, and the war horse also got up and ran back to the ranks of the Mongols.

At this distance, the smoothbore gun could have exerted the greatest power, but unfortunately now the shots are scattered, and there are still some one-headed bullets in the dart board, but the number is too small, they are not willing to use it, if they use it, where can these people go back alive?

Now the Mongols who were shot were only slightly or seriously wounded.

Baotou City has been fighting for a while, and the Beiyang Army under Wang Damao has not fired a single shot so far, and only the executioners of the four major dart games are resisting the attack of the Mongols.

The soldiers of the 20th Beiyang Division knew in their hearts that this was just a temptation, and the real battle had not yet begun!

If you can block the Mongols for a while, the outside world will know that Baotou will be surrounded, and the good steel will be used on the blade, and it is not yet time to fight one to make one!

Time was a friend of the defenders, but an enemy of the Mongols??? Wang Damao and Wutai are very clear about this!

(To be continued)