readx; Yue Tuo, the lord of the Red Banner Banner, heard that Dai Shan had been attacked at Tumu Fort, and hurriedly led a large army to hurry. www.biquge.info Although he did not have the father of Daishan in his heart, in the invasion of the Ming Dynasty, whether it was him, Daishan, or even the imprisoned Mang Gurtai, their interests were the same, so Yue Tuo certainly did not want Daishan to be annihilated by the Ming army. Taking a step back, the coach of the West Road Division this time is Dai Shan, and if the coach fails, Yue Tuo will not be able to explain to Huang Taiji.

By the time Yue Tuo arrived at Tumu Fort, the battle had already ended, and the soldiers of the Red Banner were clearing the battlefield. In the small basin, there are corpses of the Qing army everywhere, most of the flesh and blood are blurred, and they were hacked to death by the Ming army; There are also some people who have no obvious wounds on their bodies, but their faces are black and foaming at the mouth, obviously poisoned to death.

There are also corpses of the Ming army, but there are very few, only dozens, and without exception, they were killed by sharp arrows. In order to vent their anger, the Qing army cut off all the heads of these corpses, disemboweled the corpses, and removed the hearts and livers. But no matter how they carry out their bestiality, it will not change the fact that this battle was a fiasco.

Yue Tuo hurriedly looked for Dai Shan, but saw that he was still standing at the gate of the Civil Fort, stunned, but not injured, so he breathed a sigh of relief. Although their father and son had already fallen out, since they were leading the army together, how could they get by on this big picture, Yue Tuo had to step forward and say, "Amma, are you okay?" ”

Seeing Yue Tuo coming, Dai Shan stared at him and was silent for a moment, two lines of muddy tears burst out of his eyes, and he looked up to the sky and sighed: "Yue Tuo, I'm old!" Maybe I shouldn't be the flag bearer anymore... A few years ago, in the battle of Ningyuan, more than 1,000 Red Flag warriors fell into the sea and died, and I should have let Xian at that time. But I didn't, and as a result, I suffered this fiasco today, and a whole eight Niu Lu, two thousand four hundred Manchurian warriors, just let me be buried! Woohehe..."

Speaking of sadness, Dai Shan grinned and cried bitterly in front of all the generals of the red and red flags.

The Eight Banners system of the Manchu Qing Dynasty was a combination of soldiers and people, all the people were soldiers, and there were many relatives and relatives among the soldiers. More than 2,000 people were killed in this battle, and naturally many of their relatives also cried at this time, and the crying shook the sky for a while.

Yue Tuo couldn't help frowning, and said in his heart that this would affect morale too much, so he hurriedly persuaded Dai Shan: "Ama doesn't have to be sad, victory or defeat is a common thing in soldiers." Although the Han people succeeded in the sneak attack, the main force of the Zhenghong Banner is still there, and there are more than 20,000 people in our two banners, and they will be able to avenge the fallen warriors. ”

Dai Shan suppressed his grief and introduced the battle to Yue Tuo. Yue Tuo was secretly frightened when he heard this, and he thought more and more that this Ming army was the one he encountered outside Zhuolu Town a few days ago.

Dai Shan asked Yue Tuo what to do next, Yue Tuo thought for a moment and said: "Amma, in my son's opinion, the Ming army is obviously prepared, and if we go to Xuanfu again, I'm afraid we won't be able to bargain." It's better to go back to the teacher and tell the emperor the truth. ”

Dai Shan cried a lot just now, and his fear of the Ming army had been relieved a lot, and the thought of revenge completely filled his brain at this time. Before Yue Tuo could finish speaking, he immediately broke off and said, "No! You, Amma, are old, but not old enough to fight. I must avenge this revenge today! I must not return to the teacher now, otherwise the emperor will blame him, how can I deal with it? We have to win a big battle to compensate for the losses of this battle! ”

Yue Tuo couldn't persuade him, and then thought about what Dai Shan said was indeed reasonable, if the two flags of Zhenghong and Red went back like this, even if Huang Taiji didn't blame him, he wouldn't be able to raise his head in front of other Manchu nobles in the future. Then he suggested: "If you must march, this time the two banners can join forces and advance cautiously, so that the Ming army will have no chance to take advantage of it." ”

After the battle just now, the strength of the Zhenghong Banner was already less than that of the Red Flag, and Dai Shan was indeed afraid of being attacked by the Ming army again, so he had to adopt Yue Tuo's suggestion. In the end, he gritted his teeth and said: "Damn Tumu Fort, of course the Mongols can still win a big victory here, today my Eight Banners Iron Cavalry mistakenly fell into the tricks of the Han people, and suffered this fiasco, it is really a great shame!" Come, burn this castle to the king! ”

Now, the Qing soldiers can only vent their anger at these immovable buildings. They set fire to the city, and soon, the three halls of the Xianzhong Temple were engulfed in flames, and Daishan had been outside the city to see the flames rising into the sky and a large number of buildings being burned down.

At the same time, on the green hills more than 20 miles northeast of Tumubao, thousands of Ming troops were dismounting and resting for a short time, some washing their wounds with stream water, and some looking around for wild vegetables to eat. They were the troops that attacked Tumubao just now, but they were not Li Dingguo's troops as Yue Tuo guessed, but the 5,000 Tianxiong army under the command of Lu Xiangsheng, the governor of Xuanfu.

And Lu Xiangsheng was standing on a small hill, looking at the fire in the civil fort. Yang Lukai, a Chinese officer beside him, scolded contemptuously: "Dog Tartar, we can't be defeated in a war, we will only be angry with the empty city." It's a pity that the Xianzhong Shrine was burned down by the Tartars like this! ”

"You're quite right." Lu Xiangsheng said with a solemn face, "After driving the Tartars away, I will definitely play the imperial court, rebuild the Xianzhong Ancestral Hall, and then shape the golden bodies of the martyrs, and sacrifice at four o'clock." ”

"Lord Governor, we fought this battle cleanly, do you think these heroic spirits in the sky are blessing our Tianxiong Army?" Yang Lukai sighed calmly.

Lu Xiangsheng shook his head slightly: "This time you are only half right. On the one hand, although it is the blessing of the ancestors, the Tartars will never be allowed to wreak havoc in my Ming Dynasty; On the other hand, it is the saint who strategizes, and the temple is like a god. If it weren't for the saint's strategy, I'm afraid I would have fought hard with the Tartars, and I wouldn't have had a record of five wins in five battles and a total of 3,000 enemies in these days! ”

"So what are we going to do next?"

"Like a shadow, if you leave!" Lu Xiangsheng said firmly, "If the Tartars dare to go to Xuanfu, and there are tens of thousands of troops led by Governor Yuan, they will definitely be defeated in the city, and their efforts will be in vain." We're looking for a few more of these victories to blow the morale of the Tartars! Yang Lukai, you work hard, you must lead the sentry to monitor the Tartars' every move, if the Tartars move in the direction of our army, we will take them around in circles in the mountains. ”

"Obey!" Yang Lukai hurriedly arched his hand and said, "Compared with the pain of the governor's father's loss, what is this hard work in the end!" ”

It turned out that just ten days ago, Lu Xiangsheng's old father died of illness in his hometown in Yixing. His family rode fast horses to Xuanfu to deliver the letter in the starry night, but Lu Xiangsheng had already led the troops out of the customs. According to the rules of the officialdom of the Ming Dynasty, the funeral of parents must be "guarded", that is, they must return to their hometowns to guard the tomb for three years, otherwise they will be unfilial.

Yuan Chonghuan, who was in Xuanfu, had no choice but to use a flying pigeon to inform Lu Xiangsheng. Lu Xiangsheng cried bitterly after learning the bad news, and fainted several times, but the front-line war was urgent, and Jingshijun's father was surrounded, how could he be willing to throw down the Tianxiong Army at this juncture and go home to mourn by himself? That's why he continued to lead the troops to fight, and it can be said that the current Tianxiong Army is an out-and-out mourning army. The mourning soldiers will win, and it has been perfectly embodied in Lu Xiangsheng and his Tianxiong army!

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