In the first month of the fourth year of the Mongol Dynasty, Haidu convened a meeting of the Mongol clans of the three khanates of Ogedei, Kipchak and Chagatai in Kipchak, and openly criticized Kublai Khan for wrongly setting his sights on the south, which was not suitable for cavalry warfare, which led to a great loss of vitality of the Mongol tribes and shook the foundation of Mongol rule in the Central Plains and Yanyun. Immediately after that www.biquge.info the three khanates reached an alliance and declared war on the Mongol headquarters and the Ilkhanate, which had always been on Kublai Khan's side!

The Mongolian Civil War broke out in the midst of the world's astonished eyes.

As for whether there is a figure of Da Ming behind this, it has become an unsolved case in history, because in any case, Da Ming must be the one who benefits the most.

It is precisely because of the outbreak of the Mongolian civil war that Kublai Khan ordered Namuhan to retreat, which was attacking Jingzhaofu, but the news of the Mongolian retreat was discovered by the Ming army scouts, and then the Ming army made a comprehensive attack, and the Mongols were defeated, and only more than 10,000 cavalry retreated back to the steppe of the 80,000 army, and the rest of the army was annihilated. After that, Mongolia and the Ming Dynasty tacitly held a comprehensive truce, and the two sides had **** wounds on both sides of the existing line of control.

A vigorous battle ended with the disastrous victory of the Ming Dynasty.

Later, the history books described in detail the important role of a small Ming army scout in this battle, and the scout old boy who should have dissipated in the vast sea of people was also talked about by historians. When it comes to him, people often comment that the embankment of a thousand miles was destroyed in an anthill.

What he leverages is not just the victory or defeat of a battle, but the rise and fall of an empire.

No one dared to imagine what the whole battle would have been like if Lao Tong had not gone desperately to report to the Praetorian Guard, or if he had fallen directly to an unknown corner of the road. No one wants to imagine what the result would have been if Wu Chucai didn't trust Lao Tong at that time and ordered him to be arrested and brought back to Lintong for interrogation, or if Mongolia mobilized a stronger cavalry team to guard outside the east gate, what would have been the result of this earth-shaking battle in an instant.

Because history is inherently an inevitability that comes together again and again by chance.

There is no but, and there is no if, it is by accident again and again that the Ming army was sent to the throne of the winner of the battle of Guanzhong. If you really want to find a reason to describe this almost unexpected victory in the hands of the Ming army, then I am afraid that only "creation makes people" can be described.

It's just that in the eyes of the common people of Guanzhong and all the soldiers who participated in this final bloody battle, there is actually another vivid word that can be described.

Destiny!

His Royal Highness King Ming, whom they followed, is the darling of heaven. It is precisely because the Mandate of Heaven is here that Ye Yingwu can rampage through the chaotic army one time at a time, but he can turn the danger into a disaster. After this battle, the soldiers and the people looked at Ye Yingwu, and there was more indescribable superstition and worship in the same reverence as always.

They firmly believe that where His Royal Highness Ming points is the place where the wrath of heaven pours out.

They also believe that the direction in which the red dragon flag flutters in the wind is the direction where victory lies.

In fact, if you really want to talk about why you won, Ye Yingwu is more able to answer this question. As a time-traveler from the later generations, although there was a brief conversation with the flood in the chaos that even he himself could not clearly describe, in fact, Ye Yingwu was still an out-and-out materialist.

Ye Yingwu knew very well that in addition to the coincidence that Lao Tong arrived in time to report the news, there were several more important reasons. The Shence army was able to defend the city even though the Mongol army was besieged, and the rock-like defense was a great blow to the morale of the Mongol army, which also indirectly led to the chaos in the back, and the Mongol army was directly scattered, and there was no fighting spirit at all.

Another important reason is that the tide of the sea capital in the rear of Mongolia has endangered the life and death of Kublai Khan's Mongolian headquarters, after all, the historical Shanghai rebellion was after Kublai Khan pacified the Southern Song Dynasty, so that Kublai Khan could easily mobilize people from all walks of life and directly swept the past. But now the main Mongol force has been exhausted in the high-intensity and continuous major wars in the past few years, and even this time the war was launched only by Kublai Khan gritting his teeth and sending the defenders of the Western Front south.

Therefore, compared with history, Kublai Khan has very few available troops in his hands, so he urgently needs the main Mongolian force in Guanzhong to go north, of course, the vast grassland does not need foot soldiers, so what Kublai Khan really wants to rely on is the more than 10,000 cavalry in the hands of Namuhan.

As long as these cavalry are saved, the rest is easy to say.

Therefore, Ye Yingwu even guessed that even if there was no sudden battle, it was very likely that Namuhan would leave the infantry and lead the cavalry to rush north, allowing these remaining infantry to be chased, divided, and surrounded by the Ming army's infantry and cavalry, and finally disappear into the undulating fields of Guanzhong.

This victory is not an absolute coincidence or the favor of fate at all.

It was the rear of the Mongols' own fire, which could no longer allow them to see the dawn of victory.

There was a sudden shout in front, sitting on horseback, Ye Yingwu subconsciously looked up, and on the dilapidated Chang'an City, he didn't know when it had been lit up. Rows of flaming red lanterns hung high, and tens of thousands of people stood above and below the walls of the city with billowing black smoke, standing in the ankle-high mud and blood, all on tiptoe looking into the distance.

In the dim twilight light, the flaming red lantern was like a beacon to guide the wanderer home.

Chasing and cleaning up the battlefield in the field, the exhausted soldiers of the Ming army, at the moment when they saw the glory of the city, they all subconsciously raised their heads and straightened their waists, and even the steps that were almost difficult to move became sonorous and powerful.

The performance of the surrounding soldiers made Ye Yingwu show a hint of a smile, and immediately drove his horse along the long line, shouting loudly: "Soldiers, brothers, robes, we are the victorious team and the heroes of the Ming Dynasty, look at your front, look!" ”

At this moment, everyone subconsciously set their eyes on the long city wall and the red lantern.

Ye Yingwu paused slightly, and then shouted loudly: "Look, the people of the entire Jingzhao Mansion are waiting for your return, drunk and lying on the battlefield, Jun Mo smiled, a few people came back to fight in ancient times, but now we have won the battle, come back, triumphant, all cheer me up, and give me military might!" ”

Rows of soldiers raised their heads highly, long spears and spears raised high, in the cold night wind, like steel trees that unyieldingly raised their heads and pointed at the sky, in the fields that exuded a strong smell of blood, countless Da Ming Erlang held their heads high!

When they saw the figures that appeared in the field, countless people shouted at the same time, and small figures jumped, hugged, cheered and even roared meaninglessly on the city wall. The Mongol army was approaching the city, and the walls were crumbling, and it was impossible to say that these people did not have any worries and panics.

As the Ming army, the Shence Army already had the mentality of returning the horse leather shroud when it went north, and also had the mentality of snatching the name of the first army of the Ming Dynasty with the Tianwu Army, so in the face of such a powerful enemy, the high morale outweighed the fear in the heart. But after all, the people in the city are just ordinary people, for them, the Ming army regained Jingzhao Mansion, Wang Shi Beiding Central Plains, is definitely the most worthy of celebration and cheers, but fate is often like this, when everyone is still standing at the peak of joy, the mighty Mongolian army will ruthlessly drag them to the bottom.

Everyone knows what the fate of resisting the Mongol army will be, especially the Mongol army, which is in a state of enrage after the death of Prince Zhenjin. The shadow of the slaughter of the city weighed on the hearts of every citizen when the black, oppressive crowd appeared on the horizon.

But they also understand that at this time, even if they obediently open the city gate and surrender, there is no way to stop the butcher's knife that Mongolia has raised high. Faced with a large amount of lost land and riots to help the Ming army open the city gates, the Mongol army has always wanted to find a target to re-establish the foundation of rule and defense, and it is also a good choice to kill the once capricious people of Jingzhaofu.

What's more, so many people, in the final analysis, are still Han people!

There are cowardly and incompetent people who may be fighting in both hands, but the big men in Guanzhong have endured humiliation and burdens in the eyes of the Mongols for so many years, and they have been on fire for so long, and now they have finally found the time to break out, not only every household has sent a rare strong man to the city to help guard, but some strong women and children and even the elderly are also helping to carry bricks and stones under the city, and even in order to get more masonry, several families even gritted their teeth and demolished their ancestral houses.

Since ancient times, the folk customs of Guanzhong have been fierce and simple, and every soldier in the Shence army has to admit that if there is no help from these people this time, the Shence army will not be able to stop a few rounds under the impact of Mongolia's death.

Before he reached the edge of the moat, he had already heard countless people shouting: "Da Ming, King Ming!" Da Ming, King Ming! ”

Wave after wave of shouts came to the face, like a wind sweeping across the field, unstoppable.

Wang Jin, Tang Zhen, a famous soldier looked at His Royal Highness King Ming who was walking in the forefront, and there was only awe and even fanatical worship in his eyes. They knew very well that although His Royal Highness King Ming appeared in a hurry at the end, if it weren't for His Royal Highness King Ming, maybe they would still be in the darkness of the city and didn't know what to do with the brightly lit Mongolian camp, how could they talk about a brilliant victory.

It was His Royal Highness King Ming, after receiving the news, he resolutely led the light cavalry to fight thousands of miles to help, and it was His Royal Highness King Ming who did not hesitate to use his shoulders to pave a smooth road for the reinforcements, and it was precisely because of His Royal Highness King Ming that the cavalry under the command of Tang Zhen was able to escape and even turn defeat into victory, and finally successfully strangled the last mobile cavalry that Mongolia could handle.

After that, there was a series of chain reactions, the preservation and even growth of the cavalry of the Ming army, so that Wu Chucai and they could lead the cavalry to attack at a critical time, and together with Tang Zhen, who came to support them later, they burned down the grain and grass of the Mongolian army and the camp, completely destroying the fighting spirit of the Mongolian army, and completely destroying the fighting spirit of the Mongolian army, so that this army of 70,000 or 80,000 people completely collapsed, became a lost dog, and no longer had combat power.

Without His Royal Highness King Ming, there would be no of them who are now moving forward with their heads held high!

When Ye Yingwu's war horse entered the city gate, there was a thunderous roar of joy.

The white-flour steamed buns, the piping hot mutton soup, and a pinch of green onion and coriander are the only and best gifts that this war-torn ancient city can give to the victorious soldiers in the cold winter months. Standing on both sides of the street, countless people are helping the old and the young, holding food in both hands, although it is not expensive, but it embodies their hearts.

When Ye Yingwu's banner fluttered in the wind, the entire city had completely fallen into a carnival.

"His Royal Highness King Ming, long live, long live, long live!" I don't know who was shouting, and after a while, the shout of "Long live" had already resounded through Jingzhao Mansion, which had become a sea of lights.

Ye Yingwu pursed his lips and didn't say anything, just sat on the back of the horse and bowed his hand to the happy faces. It's all in plain sight.

"After the Han and Tang Dynasties, this city finally ushered in its king." Riding a horse and slowly walking in the crowd, Tang Zhen couldn't help but sigh more like a scholar and scholar, and his eyes were blazing, and he kept falling on Ye Yingwu's body in front of him, and there was no shift from beginning to end.

And Wang Jin, who was walking side by side with Tang Zhen, looked around, and muttered: "Eat pot pulp to welcome the king, today's Jingzhao Mansion and even the hearts of the people in Guanzhong belong to His Royal Highness King Ming!" ”

Tang Zhen glanced sideways slightly, and said in a deep voice: "Aren't you happy?" ”

did not directly answer Tang Zhen's question, Wang Jin also looked at Ye Yingwu and sighed: "If you can get the support of the people in Guanzhong and live up to them, there is only His Royal Highness King Ming in the world." ”

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"Congratulations for King Ming!" A conductor raised the wine bowl, his face drunk, but the movements of his hands were still very standardized, solemnly bowed his hands, and did not spill any wine.

Ye Yingwu laughed and patted him on the shoulder, then touched the wine glass in his hand with the commander, and then drank it all without hesitation. Yang Xu, Xiao Yangzi and the others standing behind them all looked at Ye Yingwu, who was not very steady in his steps, with some concern, but in the end, no one said anything. Everyone knows the amount of alcohol that His Royal Highness King Ming has, and the people who have come to the point of commanding are the old subordinates who followed Ye Yingwu to the north and south, and they are naturally very clear, but today is a happy day and a happy day, and no one can take care of it so much.

His Royal Highness King Ming is holding a small wine glass, and the wine bowl in the hand of the person opposite is often more than ten times larger than him, which is already regarded as everyone's release of water.

This celebration has even evolved into a competition for the amount of wine among generals in front of His Royal Highness King Ming. And standing on the high platform and looking around, it is not only these generals who are drinking crookedly, but also the soldiers who have survived the catastrophe and triumphed, the elite cavalry of the Praetorian Guard, and those strong men who follow the guards of the city to run forward and backward, at this time, they are all inseparable from each other and their backgrounds, hooking their shoulders together, the wine bowls in their hands collide with each other, and the Xifeng old wine treasured by the Jingzhao Mansion Restaurant is poured in the air at will.

Fat pigs and goats, bonfires burning, singing and dancing, and the entire Jingzhao Mansion has been completely plunged into joy.

"Congratulations for King Ming!" As if it was discussed, from the local celebrities of **** to these generals, the toast is only four words, but worship, admiration, and swearing to chase the following feelings have all been contained in it, and only the robes who once entrusted each other's backs on the battlefield can turn everything into such a simple four words and wine flying in the air.

After drinking with several heads, ten generals and even ordinary soldiers one after another, Ye Yingwu drunkenly walked to the point general's stage and found a dim corner to sit down. It's just that at this time he found out that there was a drunk guy next to him.

"Jinzi, you drink so well, why are you lying here?" Ye Yingwu raised his eyebrows, and the wine glass in his hand was raised defiantly.

Seeing the faces in the firelight clearly, Wang Jin hurriedly wanted to stand up and salute: "The last general will see His Royal Highness King Ming." ”

"That's it!" Ye Yingwu waved his hand, "It's not interesting for you kid to play with a certain person at this time." ”

Wang Jin showed an embarrassed and even somewhat overwhelmed look on his face. He is different from Jiang Hao, Jiang Hao is a rare rectum, no matter how far Ye Yingwu has come, he regards Ye Yingwu as Ye Yuanlie who was debauched with him in Willow Lane, Thirty-six Flower Street, so he can say anything to Ye Yingwu, and he is like when he was young.

But Wang Jin is still a little more restrained after all, and his father is still an official in the court, unlike Jiang Hao's father Jiang Wanli, who is old and has returned to his hometown, one of the father and son is in charge of the six departments in the court, and the other is sitting on the army outside, so it is naturally impossible to be as big or small as Ye Yingwu was before. If His Royal Highness King Ming is in a hurry, let alone releasing the military power with a glass of wine, the nine clans will suffer if he is directly convicted of a crime!

After a moment of silence, Ye Yingwu said in a deep voice: "Jinzi, don't worry too much. Although he is now the King of Ming and His Royal Highness the People, I hope that in your heart, I am still the Ye Yuanlie, or the Ye Envoy. ”

Wang Jin's heart is hot, the ancients said, Jun's grace is deep, it is difficult to bear, and he has to taste it today, and it is so. At that moment, he grabbed the wine jar next to him and poured it full, looking at Ye Yingwu.

The two glasses collided together, and the wine splattered.

"Jinzi, follow me, follow me." Ye Yingwu muttered, "Look at our splendid mountains and rivers!" (To be continued.) )