"They are real warriors. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info" Looking at the Ming cavalry who launched the final charge against the enemy on the vast wasteland, Sonam Sampo couldn't help but muttered with emotion, and recited the Dharma name in a low voice.

In front of him and behind him, countless Tibetan soldiers roared like a tide, pouring down from the hillside, and the torches raised one after another completely illuminated the fields in the wind and snow, so that people could clearly see the soldiers fighting back and forth below.

Although the Tibetan soldiers have not participated in the war for many years, the equipment is backward, and the armor is insufficient, but after all, the living Buddha of Tubo is standing on the slope of the mountain not far away to watch the battle, and in this wind and snow, the reverse battle is what the native soldiers on the Tubo Plateau are best at, not to mention that there is a very important point, compared with the Mongolian thousands of cavalry, the Tubo side occupies an overwhelming numerical advantage, and it is rushed down from the sand dunes, and occupies a geographical advantage.

The Mongolian cavalry that had caught up in the wind and snow had completely collapsed, and the Mongolian cavalry that had entangled Wang Jin and even completely put this Ming cavalry to death had completely turned into powder in the first attack on Tibet.

Perhaps they still had the strength to fight in the face of the Ming army, which was far less than their own exhaustion, but in the face of the Tubo army with high fighting spirit and victory, they could only be slaughtered.

Several young monks standing beside Sonam Zangpo looked at the army that had regrouped under the shelter of the Tibetan army with curiosity and admiration on their faces. They didn't know how this team of only 1,000 people kept their formation stable in the face of a sudden attack, and they didn't know where they got their fighting spirit and courage to launch a decisive attack in the face of an enemy who occupied the right time and place.

These madmen who don't want to die, when they shouted "Long live the Ming Dynasty", they have completely won the admiration of every Tubo person.

No matter what ethnicity you are, there is a basic respect for heroes and warriors.

What's more, these people are still allies of Tibet, and they will be an out-and-out family in the future.

As the successor of the future kingdom of politics (harmony) and religion, in addition to studying Buddhism, he also needs to have the ability to govern the country and lead the army to fight on the battlefield. Although the requirements for the latter are not high, it does not mean that Sonam Sampo does not know anything about it.

The Tubo army seems to be scattered, in fact, it is divided into three directions in an orderly manner, the middle road directly rescues the Ming army, and the left and right roads are encircled, and finally the panicked and even panicked Mongolian cavalry is completely surrounded, the original Mongolian cavalry in this pursuit battle has no more than seven or eight thousand people left, surrounded by twenty or thirty thousand enemies, and soon someone made a surrender This kind of although it is shameful for others, but it can save their lives.

"Let's go see the warriors of the Ming Dynasty." The chaotic battlefield had actually presented a one-sided situation, and Sonam Sampo no longer worried about the situation on the battlefield, and said with a smile to the few young people around him who were eager to try.

These people will communicate with the Ming Dynasty on behalf of Tubo in the future, so it is good to let them meet the Ming Han people first.

Wang Jin didn't expect that he would be able to survive. He was stabbed twice, but fortunately he didn't hurt the vital point, but he was still fighting after the long journey just now, and he was still fighting after being injured, so there was a lot of bloodflow, which made Wang Jin feel dizzy now, and even a few Ming soldiers and Tubo people were rushing to bandage him.

There was a deep feeling of tiredness running from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, making Wang Jin's eyelids tremble constantly, and he could fall asleep at any time.

"General, General, wake up!" A Ming soldier held Wang Jin's head and shook his shoulder, "General, you must not sleep at this time, you will die if you sleep." ”

Wang Jin barely bred himself up, the blood in his hands and feet seemed to have coagulated, and his body was as cold as ice and snow just a stone's throw away. Wang Jin barely squeezed out a smile, and the pain in his throat was like fire, causing his voice to become vague: "Lao Tzu's life is big, and he can't die yet." ”

Du Tou was slightly stunned, and then he was overjoyed, and hurriedly carried Wang Jin to the stretcher with the surrounding soldiers. These stretchers were made of makeshift skins from horses that had been killed in battle, and they still carried unwashed blood, and the steaming heat was quickly blown away in the wind.

Wang Jin immediately felt what kind of material this was, immediately shook his head, and muttered: "I didn't expect that there was no horse leather shroud, but I still walked on this horse leather." How many of us are left? ”

Na Dutou had been listening carefully to Wang Jin's voice, but when he heard this question, he was silent. Wang Jin seemed to realize something, sat up suddenly, and even ignored the fact that his wound might collapse at any time due to such a violent movement, and reached out and grabbed Du Tou's wrist: "Tell so-and-so, how many people are left of us?!" ”

Taking a light breath, he looked around and said in a deep voice: "General Qiyu, there are only twelve people left, seven who are seriously injured, and the remaining five people are all here." And the lowly position is the largest among all people except for the rank of general. ”

Wang Jin slowly let go of his hand, sighed, and didn't say anything.

There were only two brigade commanders who followed him all the way to the northwest, not to mention thirty or forty heads, but now there are only twelve left, and the brigade commanders and leaders who have been sharpened by the war again and again can be said to have been completely lost.

If it were in any of the other major battles, even if such a loss was won by the Ming Dynasty, it would actually be an out-and-out crushing victory. And now Wang Jin knows that he will give it a go, but he is the right bet.

After all, the Tubo people kept their promise and had taken the Xingxing Gorge, and the Mongolian cavalry they suddenly encountered was driven out of the Xingxing Gorge Pass by the Tubo people, but they were unlucky and fateful, and they hit the head of the gun directly, and as a result, the last cavalry team that might have been able to survive was finally buried in this vast snowfield.

"Amitabha." Sonam Zangpo had already walked up and whispered the Dharma name.

Wang Jin squinted, and saw clearly that there was a Tibetan monk standing in front of him, although he had not seen Sonam Sangpo in person, but looking at the surrounding Tubo soldiers all bowing respectfully, and even more directly prostrate on the ground excitedly, he knew who the person who came, and he barely squeezed out a smile at the moment, and just wanted to speak, Sonam Sangpo said softly:

"General Wang fought for the country's heroism, the little monk was fortunate to see it just now, the rescue was late, and I hope General Wang will never blame. The little monk and the honorable Emperor of the Ming Dynasty agreed that the moment the Ming dragon flag appeared in the Star Gorge, it was the time when Tubo returned to the Ming Dynasty, and now General Wang did his best to stage such a miracle in the thousands of troops and horses, which is the blessing of the Buddha of the sky, and should also be a good story for the history books for hundreds of generations, the little monk must first report the battle situation here, report it in detail to Liang Xianggong, General Wang also please rest his body and mind, the poor monk here with the monks to send General Wang, and will be the Ming Dynasty soldiers who died in battle, General Wang rest assured. ”

Wang Jin nodded heavily and said nothing.

And the Tibetan monk standing behind Sonam Zangpo had silently parted to the sides, and every gaze fell on the seriously injured young man. They vaguely understood what was driving this man to make earth-shattering moves, and they also seemed to understand what made the few remaining soldiers around them follow him with all their hearts.

"Clean up the battlefield, quickly inform Dunhuang of the battle situation here, gather the army, strictly defend, and inform Dunhuang that Xingxing Gorge is located in a remote area, to the north is the main force of Kublai Khan, to the west is the main force of Haidu, located in the middle of the two parts, once it is attacked, the belly and back are attacked by the enemy, it is difficult to defend, and the Tubo army has no choice but to retreat to the territory of Tubo." Sonam Zangpo waited until Wang Jin was carried away, and gave a deep order.

Several monks around looked at each other, their faces showed a look of surprise, and one monk whispered: "Living Buddha, let's take the Star Gorge by surprise, and wipe out most of the Mongolian foot cavalry, the Mongols have gone through the civil war, and the main forces in the Western Regions are in this Star Gorge." If we take the opportunity to attack westward, it is estimated that we should be able to take most of the Western Regions soon. ”

Sonam Sampo looked back at the monk fiercely, and a cold light flashed in his eyes: "Now it seems that the Ming Dynasty only has a small number of foot soldiers left in the Western Regions, but as the Ming Dynasty's investment in the Western Regions increases, more troops will enter the Western Regions." If we occupy the Western Regions now, then what should we do when the time comes, and hand over the entire Western Regions to the Ming Dynasty intact? Wouldn't that be a matter of using my Tubo son's life to gain a piece of land for the Ming Dynasty? ”

The monks fell silent for a moment, and Sonam Zangpo muttered, "You have to remember that before Tubo became a part of the Ming Dynasty, Tubo was still Tibet, and the Ming was still Ming. ”

"Living Buddha, what about after that?" A young monk suddenly lowered his voice as much as he could.

"Once Tubo becomes the province of the Ming Dynasty, then everything must be centered on the Ming Dynasty." Sonam Sangpo answered this question without hesitation, "Although Tubo occupies a favorable location and has tens of thousands of soldiers, you can also see the strength of this small team of the Ming Dynasty today, and in the face of such an enemy, our soldiers who have not experienced war for many years have no way to resist it." Rather than letting Tubo anger the Ming Dynasty and lose more after getting a small benefit, it is better to keep up with the pace of the Ming Dynasty and let the Ming see the value of Tubo's existence and the necessity of developing Tubo. ”

Several monks looked at each other, and Sonam Zangpo smiled lightly and turned his head to look at the battlefield that had calmed down: "You are still young now, and it is reasonable that you can't see through the truth of this world, but one day you will understand, because this piece of sky in the future will still be handed over to you to support." ”

All the monks whispered a Dharma horn, and there was only pure respect in their voices.

And Sonam Zangpo twisted his prayer beads, letting the wind blow his robe and sleeves. He didn't know why he said such a paragraph too early today, and he didn't know if he was right. But he didn't think he would regret his decision today.

Just like the decision made by Sakya Pandita many years ago.

As for the success or failure of right and wrong, then leave it to future generations to comment.

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It is thousands of miles away from the Star Gorge, above the Oriental Ocean.

Billowing black smoke rose, and the entire night sky and the pale black sea were shrouded in firelight.

One after another, the warships of the Ming Dynasty cruised on the sea, following the movement of drums and flags on the shore at any time and pouring angry artillery fire in the direction indicated. The entire Kamakura has basically been baptized by artillery fire, and it is completely caught in a raging sea of fire.

A wave of heat rushed in his face, and the poor worm, who did not know where it came out, jumped out of the fire, and before it could pounce twice, it fell into the street, and did not move. Fan Tianshun regretted that he had not taken into account the building materials of the Japanese people, and as a result, most of the houses in Kamakura were burned down.

However, Fan Tianshun also knew that he had no way to refuse the enthusiastic gunners under him, they were definitely not willing to give up such a good opportunity, not to mention that the fleet carried a large number of shells and explosives bags this time, if they were not all shot, it would cause a large amount of hoarding, but it would be difficult to deal with, it would be better to let these gunners have a good time.

"Let's go, it's better to go any further." Liu Cheng said with a frown.

A few shouts came, and three or four disheveled Japanese soldiers rushed out of an alley where the fire was raging, and when they saw the enemy who suddenly appeared in front of them, they immediately raised their swords in their hands.

"Bang bang bang!" The continuous gunfire suddenly covered out the sound of the flames burning and the roar of the Japanese people, and the few Japanese who might have been beaten out of their temper were directly knocked to the ground by the fire bullets, and the Ming cavalry stepped directly over them, leaving only a puddle of flesh and mud on the ground.

Kamakura Castle was already in view, with obvious signs of explosives being blown open by explosives at the gates, and the corpses of Japanese people on the ground, some of which had even been burned beyond recognition because they had been caught in the fire. The Ming cavalry roared and rushed through the city gates without the slightest pause.

"Let's go, Kamakura Shogunate!" Fan Tianshun whipped the war horse fiercely.

Although the capital of Japan is Kyoto, everyone knows that the so-called emperor of Japan is actually just a puppet controlled by the Kamakura shogunate, and the center of Japan's rule and power is actually in the Kamakura shogunate, so Fan Tianshun did not hesitate to choose to go ashore from Kamakura first, rather than directly attacking Kyoto.

In the final analysis, Fan Tianshun still wanted to control Kamakura first, and then directly attack Kyoto, which had lost its backbone.

"General Kaiyu, Hojo Tokino Munemasa led his cronies and the army of the Kamakura Shogunate to defend the place where the Shogunate is located, our people can't attack it for a while, and this place is too far from the coast for the fleet's artillery to hit here." A brigade commander rushed over in a hurry.

Fan Tianshun glanced at the place where the killing was everywhere in front of him, Kamakura is the center of Japan, and it is also the center of the Kamakura shogunate, and it is reasonable for the Kamakura shogunate to resist stubbornly here. After all, once Kamakura is lost, there is no need for Kyoto, which is weaker than Kamakura, to hold on, and Japan can surrender to these conquerors.

"Pass on the order, dismantle the cannon ashore and collapse the walls of the shogunate's mansion!" Fan Tianshun ordered in a deep voice, "Give you three more hours, and you must take the Kamakura Shogunate 1"

When the brigade commander left with Fan Tianshun's order, Liu Cheng turned over and dismounted and walked to the house not far away that had not been affected by the war, and then turned around and said, "Old Fan, we have to discuss what we should do next." ”

The guards followed Liu Cheng and rushed into the courtyard, and soon dragged out the trembling widows in the house and drove them to the street, where naturally there was a special containment team of the Ming army to control them. And a huge map of Japan is spread out, which was captured by the Oriental Fleet in Dazaifu, Kyushu.

"Kamakura is here, Kyoto is here," Liu Cheng stretched out his finger directly as soon as the map was unfolded, "It will take a lot of effort to set out from Kamakura, and there may be resistance from the Japanese along the way, which is equivalent to invisibly giving the Japanese time to prepare for war, even if we will inevitably win in the end, it will consume too much effort." ”

"Now that the Mongolian Tartars are making a lot of trouble in the northwest, Daming even has to make a move in Goryeo, it is when we need our Oriental Fleet, even if we can't help, we can't delay any longer," Fan Tianshun nodded, he had been partnering with Liu Cheng for a long time, he already had a tacit understanding, looking at Liu Cheng's constantly moving fingers on the Japanese coastline, "You mean to say that we will dispatch a fleet now, land in Kobe, and then go straight to Kyoto, as for the army in Kamakura, it is only responsible for feints and containment?" ”

Exhaling lightly, Liu Cheng looked at Fan Tianshun and nodded.

What Daming needs now is not to march calmly, but to fight quickly.

"Okay." Fan Tianshun slapped the table fiercely, gritted his teeth and said. (To be continued.) )