From early morning to noon, the Tartar soldiers, who came like a tide and were blocked back by the embankment, finally could not bear the scorching sun, and the losses were too serious, so they had to temporarily suspend the battle and return to the camp to rest. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Several leaders of the Tartars and the leaders of the Mongol Tartars who entered the pass, each with a sad look, gathered together to discuss the next plan, it is really this tragic offensive and defensive battle, has exhausted their last trace of confidence for the beggar army, if they continue to fight, I am afraid that in front of the small city of Sanyin, they will exhaust the last trace of blood.

"Lord Belle, little Shanyin, it's so difficult to fight, the warriors went into battle today, and more than 200 people were killed and wounded, I'm afraid it won't be able to fight."

Sakhalian is in the Zhenghong Banner, his identity is a little embarrassing, he is not a solid mountain Ezhen, but there is a Jiala Ezhen Department forcibly allocated to him by Huang Taiji from Dai Shan, a whole five Niu Lu, in the case of only a dozen of the Eight Banners of Manchuria, and more than 20 Niu Lu one flag,

He holds the five elite Niu Lu of the Red Flag, and in fact, he is also a number of generals, although he can't compare with Yue Tuo, the flag owner who leads the red flag, but downward, among the third generation of the Jianzhou Jurchens, few people are better than him, Haoge This guy, isn't it by virtue of his father Khan's identity that he led the original inlaid white flag, and now the inlaid yellow flag.

But five Niu Lu seems to be a lot, but in fact, in such a tragic offensive and defensive battle as Sanyin, it is nothing.

This is not Ningyuan, not Dalinghe, but it is also a city that the Manchurians must take to the death to defeat the so-called elite main force of the beggar army.

Yes! Almost everyone present thought that this army defending the city was the absolute trump card of the begging army, otherwise it would be impossible to explain why the combat effectiveness and will of this Ming army were so strong.

If they knew the truth, they would probably be mad, this is just an ordinary battalion in the beggar army, not even the most elite battalion.

The Mongolian Taiji who was present and the Jurchen Ministry's Jiala Ezhen and Niu Lu Ezhen stopped talking.

It was really that today's losses were greater than expected, and they were all really painful, if they were replaced by a tribe with bad luck like the Dulbert Department, they would lose three hundred horsemen and one taiji in Pingshan.

A total of 500 people followed the entry into the customs, and today they lost a hundred people under Shanyin City, and the rest of the people and horses, if they were known by the naturalized color mantis, they might have to jump to scold their mothers, and Durbert's troops only brought a total of three or four thousand people, although they were one of the four departments of Horqin, but there was no such loss method.

The rest of the Qianhu tribes that originally belonged to the right wing of Chahar, and other tribes close to Manchuria in Horqin, also suffered heavy casualties today, and they have never suffered such a heavy defeat since entering the customs.

Taking the true Jurchens killed 34 people killed and 129 wounded as an example, the casualties of the Mongols were even greater, because the Mongol Tatars and Nikan troops, who were the main forces of the siege, were on the front line, while the Jurchens only acted as a pressure and supervision team, and at most they went into battle this morning.

So the casualties are actually not large, and most of the sacrifices are their Mongol allies, which is also one of Huang Taiji's secret instructions, and Jilharang is just adhering to this will, driving them without a trace, borrowing the hands of the southern barbarians, to consume their vital strength.

"Lord Belle, today my tribe lost three hundred men and horses at a time, if they continue to fight like this, I am afraid that they will scatter and flee, and the Horqin Department cannot afford this loss, so I beg Lord Belle, can you suspend the attack on the county seat of the Southern Barbarians?"

A Mongolian Taiji really can't hold on, if everyone goes up together and suffers casualties together, he can still accept it, but now like this, the Jurchen Tartars have sinister intentions and drive them to fight and die, then they don't have the time to accompany them, and even he said it in front of the public so arrogantly, which in the past, almost no one dared to do this.

"What do you mean, too?"

Zilharang is not an incompetent person, just listening to this person's exit, the others frowned secretly, and even tried to say help, and suddenly asked in a cold voice.

A white-armored warrior beside him is even more out of the sheath, don't think that the Jurchens are good at using any tricks, in the grassland, big fists are the last word.

Before the Jianzhou Jurchen and the Haixi Jurchen, when they were not unified, they were beaten by the Mongols for three or four hundred years, until the rise of Nurhachi, the two Jurchens were gradually unified, and then began to conquer the Mongol tribes that had become a scattered sand, and successively established the hegemony in the eastern part of the Monan steppe by attacking Horqin and Chahar.

But in essence, it was not until a hundred years later that the Manchu Qing Dynasty established an absolute advantage over the Mongolian tribes, and he relied on the green battalion soldiers and horses of the Han court, and the Mongols, if unified, would be a powerful force in the heyday of the Ming Dynasty, and they did not dare to easily underestimate it, let alone the Jurchens with forty or fifty thousand armor.

History has given them the best era, in this time of the sinking of China, civil strife is endless, natural disasters are continuous, and there are countless Han people who go and dogs to work for them, so the Manchurian Tartars can smoothly enter the customs, and the tea poison China has been three hundred years.

I have to say that the power of Zilharang, or the power of the Jurchens in their minds, can still forcibly suppress all opposing voices at this moment, but the rift has appeared, and the Mongols are no longer willing to die for the Jurchens.

And with the beggar army advancing north, sooner or later, the so-called inseparable alliance between Manchu and Mongolia will gradually collapse, and even the Mongols will take the initiative to help the Ming Dynasty attack the Jurchens.

"We are willing to serve Lord Belle."

There is no way, now the situation is stronger than people, one or two thousand Jurchen Tartars can defeat ten times as many Mongols in the steppe, this is the advantage of a big fist, so they have to bow their heads.

"However, we are still a family in Manmeng, and I can't sit back and watch you fight, and when noon passes, I will lead the warriors with blue flags to personally go into battle and break through this city, and then let the city be slaughtered for three days, and the whole army will celebrate!"

As soon as these words came out, the Mongolian Taiji in the whole room rejoiced, after all, the Jurchen Tartars had finally gone into battle, and there was no need to use them as cannon fodder anymore, so they went down and did not mention them.

"Seventh brother? Are you really going to call our warriors to fill in their lives? ”

Abatai couldn't sit still, just one morning, his positive blue flag had lost more than twenty people, which really made him feel pain.

"I have to go up, if we forcibly drive these people to fight immediately, it will inevitably cause chaos, not to mention that once they take the opportunity to be lazy, can we still execute them in front of everyone?"

Zilharang covered his forehead blankly, this battle is not easy to fight! Who knew that the always cowardly Southern Barbarians still had such a tough army, even if the elite Guan Ning army that attacked Zu Dashou in the Daling River that day, they had never suffered such huge casualties.

The Guanning Army is known as the strongest army in the Ming Dynasty, and it was raised by the Southern Barbarians with the strength of the whole country, and they are all so cowardly, but what kind of army is this beggar army, why is it only a small city, with only three or five thousand soldiers and horses, and it can hold on for so long, this is to make him puzzled!

"But our warriors can't afford to lose!"

Sakhalian can't sit still, he brought the red flag soldiers and horses, a total of more than 1,000 people, if according to today's way of playing, it won't take five days, he will have to become the commander of the light pole, in front of the Jurchens to claim the king with strength, he lost the capital of this life, it is destined to never come out, his father Khan Daishan, it is impossible to give him another five Niu Lu.

Yue Tuo looked at his younger brother, pondered for a while, and then said, "Lord Belle, if you fight so hard and finish fighting the warriors, what will you use to explain to the Great Khan?" ”

Although he has twenty-six oxen with red flags, but after all, he was forcibly taken from the hands of Dai Shan, after several years of conquest, although he has initially established his prestige, but the people below may not be able to absolutely obey him, if he forcibly drives them to death, the loss will be great, and even his efforts in the past few years will be in vain.

And to drive the two Jiala Ezhen Divisions in his control to go up, even if he loses one more, he is unwilling, after all, even if he defeats this Ming army in the city, he will not be able to take any advantage!

"Then let my main force with the blue flag be the main attack!"

Zilharang didn't know what to say, these people were all frightened away by the huge casualties in front of them, but no one could see the purpose of Huang Taiji's insistence on letting him lead the troops into the customs!

That is to fight for the Jianzhou Jurchens, for Dajin, and for the entire Manchurian Jurchens to fight for a way to live!

No matter how elite and difficult the small army in front of them is, even if it loses a thousand people, it must be gnawed down, otherwise the morale of the Manchurians will plummet, and the attached Mongols will be separated from Germany.

This is not the most terrifying, the most terrifying thing is that the southern barbarians will think that they are vulnerable, and Li Jing, who is sitting on a hundred thousand troops, will press forward step by step, where will the Jurchens go when the time comes? Li Jing, who has such a powerful army, is by no means a cowardly Ming Dynasty can be defeated.

If one day, Li Jing becomes the emperor of the Southern Barbarians and attacks Liaodong, what should he do?

Today, there are only 3,000 of his main elite here, 15,000 Jurchens, five times the enemy and can not be defeated, he comes with 100,000 troops a day, and the Jurchen Ju clan is only half, how can he be the enemy?!

Thinking of this, Zilharang couldn't help but slam the table paved with animal skins, and said in a cold voice, "The whole army rests for two hours, and after noon, the whole army sets out, with my five bulls with blue flags as the main force, and the sound of three drums, it is necessary to go to the city, and if you dare to hind yourself, you will not be forgiven!" ”

"Honorable Lord Belle Order!"

Everyone saw that he was serious, and they all glanced at each other, since the blue flag was willing to send the main force to fight, and since Zilharang was willing to be naked. If they fight, then even if they are hard-headed, they will fight! (To be continued.) )