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The mountain of Guanshui is out of the water. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Fenshui is not only the largest tributary of the river except Weishui, but also traverses the entire Shanxi, nourishes hundreds of people along the river, and also nourishes this piece of land, and is known as the "mother river" of Shanxi.

It's just that on the shore of Fenshui now, there is no trace of a person in the empty field houses, and the smoke shrouds the green mountains in the distance, rendering a little weird color for this field with only the sound of the wind, making this once a strange shore of Fenshui, where cars and horses come and go like flowing water, looks like a secret place forgotten by time.

In the sky, you can faintly see the fluttering clouds, which are pressing towards the Fenshui, and the green mountains, fields and rivers seem to have lost their original color in the face of the clouds that are getting closer and closer, but they are silent.

When the war came, not only the people around here fled, but even some animals that felt the danger or had become accustomed to discovering any truth from human activities also ran away, otherwise they would not have left such a quiet Fenshui in the world.

"The village on the left, send ten people to take a look, and the same goes for the right!" A figure rushed out of the mist in the mountains and gave the order. Behind him, cavalry rushed out, hurrying along the path where grass had begun to grow in the fields. Red flags fluttered in the wind among the cavalry, silently indicating the identity of this team.

Ye Yingwu planned to fight a decisive battle with the Mongol Tatars near Qinshui, and for the Ming and Mongolia, which had exhausted everything, it could only be regarded as the main battlefield, and the entire battlefield would naturally include the vast area from Fenshui to Zhangshui, and there might even be multiple sub-battlefields.

Therefore, even though the local Jinyi Guard and the Six Gates fully assisted and provided a detailed map, the army still sent a large number of sentinels to reconnoitre, firstly to check whether the markings on the map were accurate, and secondly, to explore the whereabouts of the Mongol Tartar army.

After all, by now, the left and right flanks of the Mongol army had been discovered by the Ming army, but the Chinese army and the forward, which were obviously led by Kublai Khan himself as the main force, had not yet been revealed. For the two armies that have opened up the position, the rest is not the time to compete in strategy but in tactics, whether it is as large as the layout of a team, or as small as the direction of a scout cavalry, it is possible to play a decisive role in this big battle, and in order to make these work, the most important thing is to be able to determine the position of the enemy.

The Ming army understood this truth, and the Mongolian Tatars must also understand this truth.

Just like the previous battle of Xiangyang, although the number of participants is not necessarily large, but the tragedy is definitely no less than a big war, the scout war is silently kicking off on the bank of the Fenshui River.

"Boss, we've all walked forward thirty or forty miles, not to mention the Mongolian Tartars, we haven't even seen a single figure, could it be that we are going the wrong way?" A ten-year general looked at the smoky mountains and quiet villages in front of him, and couldn't help but wonder.

The head next to him stretched out his hand and pointed in front of him, frowned and said: "The quieter it is, the more likely it is to hide some unsightly secrets, when we set off from Zhangshui, the Mongolian Tatars have already appeared in Taiyuan Mansion, and now we have crossed the Qinshui to reach here, it is impossible for the Mongolian Tatars to have no trace yet, even if their main army is still dragging behind, the forward sentinel should also come." ”

"But don't talk about this team, the rest of the team hasn't encountered any news of the Mongolian Tartars in the past few days, if they do, I'm afraid that someone from above will already come to tell the search direction or directly withdraw the team," the tenth general said with some doubts, "What kind of calculation is the Mongolian Tartar playing?" ”

As soon as Dutou wanted to say something, an explosion suddenly sounded in the thin fog in front of him, completely breaking the silence on both sides of the Fenshui River, through the fog, you can clearly see a group of black figures rushing out of those villages, and the two Ming cavalry squads that stepped forward to test were swallowed up by the black tide surging forward in a moment.

"Mongolian Tartar!" Ten generals couldn't help but exclaim.

The sound of explosions was endless, obviously the Ming cavalry found themselves surrounded, and did not hesitate to ignite the fire thistle terrestris on their bodies, the front outpost was originally a dangerous task, and it was possible for a small team of dozens of people to encounter the main force of the enemy army that suddenly appeared, so once someone fell into the encirclement, it would not only delay time if they wanted to rescue them, but also possibly put the cavalry team that rescued people into it, so whether it was the Mongols or the Ming soldiers, Once the sentinels went out, they actually had the intention of saving the news in the hands of their companions at their own sacrifices, so in the face of the encirclement, the Ming cavalry did not hesitate to choose to die together.

First, the Mongolian Tartars can't catch them alive, and secondly, the companions behind can also get timely warnings.

Not only the Ming army would do this, but the Mongol sentinels made a similar choice in this situation, and it was precisely because of this kind of deadly fighting that the scout battle would become the most tragic confrontation before the opening of the war.

"Go, let the brethren retreat!" Dutou turned his horse's head without hesitation, and in the fog, he could vaguely see that the Mongolian cavalry was still besieging the two Ming cavalry who were exploring the way, and the sound of the explosion of the thistle terrestris continued to tear the silence, and obviously the Mongolian cavalry also saw this Ming army waiting on the hillside, and rushed over on horseback.

The ten generals gritted their teeth, and hurriedly beckoned the soldiers of Pao Ze to retreat, and the Mongolian Tatar cavalry attacking towards the hillside must have two or three hundred people, although I don't know why the Mongolian Tatar sentinels opened such a big battle, but the ten generals knew very well that for Da Ming, the importance of this piece of news was far greater than killing and rescuing those brothers who were still struggling.

"You two, bring people to stay behind to cover and block the enemy!" Du Tou gave the order without hesitation, as if the order that came out of his mouth at this time was no longer about human life.

The two ten generals who were ordered responded one after another, dragging the war horses, and the soldiers under their command also stopped, and the crossbow and thistle terrestris were in their hands. The two groups of Mongol cavalry, who had obviously been ambushed on the mountain, were fighting along the hillside, and if the Ming army did not leave anyone to stop them at this time, regardless of the flanks, they could be threatened at any time, and it was even very likely that they would be put in front of them and breaded dumplings.

"Kill!" The two ten generals roared and instigated their horses. The soldiers behind him roared and followed.

If the Mongol Tartars want to pass, they have to step on their corpses!

Du Tou ignored the sound of killing and the explosion of thistles behind him, and just quickly twitched his horse and sped forward on the misty road. The Mongol cavalry kept coming out of the mountains and nearby ravines, and it was obvious that they had laid a net and did not intend to let this small Ming cavalry team run out.

"Bang!" One of the Mongol cavalrymen who came directly to the ground was knocked to the ground by the iron bullets fired by the firearms, and they all casually inserted the firearms into their waists, drew their sabers, and knocked away several panicked Mongolian foot soldiers, while the cavalry who followed behind them raised their swords and killed those foot soldiers on the spot.

A group of Mongolian cavalry roared up from all directions, seeing that an encirclement was about to be weaved, obviously in order to eliminate the Ming army's sentinel cavalry team, the Mongols were ruthless, especially just now the Ming army will not hesitate to ignite the fire thistle terrestris on the body, but also let the surrounding circle of Mongolian soldiers either die or be injured, completely angered the Mongols.

"Kill!" Hundreds of cavalry suddenly came out of the fog, the red dragon flag symbolizing the Ming Dynasty flew in the wind, although the Ming cavalry was very loose, but soon the Mongols tasted the bitterness.

Each cavalryman held a lit thistle in his hand, and desperately threw it into the distance, blowing up the Mongol cavalry who intended to encircle him in a daze, and the surrounded Ming cavalry team also took the opportunity to tear out the hole. The head of the team looked back with a solemn face, and glanced back at the pursuers who were temporarily confused, as well as the hazy Fenshui bank shrouded in fog, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"The Mongolian Tartars are a good hand for us!" The Ming army who led the team to the rescue also breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a bow, "Let's make a long story short, the brother Praetorian Guard's surname is Li, and he came to the rescue by His Majesty's will." ”

Du Tou rushed over just now, obviously a little frightened, and spoke with doubts: "The first brigade of the Divine Guard Army, surnamed Zhang, has worked hard Brother Li, but I don't know how Your Majesty learned that the Mongolian Tartars would set up an ambush here?" ”

Before he finished speaking, the Mongolian cavalry had already roared and killed, and thousands of people couldn't clean up more than a hundred cavalry, which had completely aroused their anger, especially the Ming cavalry that suddenly came out at the end, which almost disrupted their battle, and made the Mongols eager to get rid of these southern barbarians.

Li Dutou waved his hand, and the Praetorian Guard cavalry behind him stood in a row in front, and the firecrackers in their hands were all flattened, seeing the Mongolian Tartars rushing into the firing range, all the firecrackers trembled violently, and the Mongolian soldiers in the front row seemed to be blown over by the strong wind, and a row of people disappeared directly from view, and the Mongolian infantry in the back also fell into chaos, looking at the fire guns that were still smoking in the black hole in front of them, even the Mongolian cavalry did not dare to face it directly, and they all made a detour to the slopes on both sides.

And the cavalry of the Divine Guard Army also looked at these Praetorian Guard cavalry with envy, each of them had a firecracker, which seemed to them to be simply unattainable, after all, the Divine Guard, the one who was filmed out to perform the sentry mission, could also be regarded as elite, but only there was a firearm at the head of the capital, and the rest mainly relied on bows and crossbows.

Li Dutou of the Praetorian Guard didn't care about the robed brothers around him who were about to drool, and said in a deep voice while riding forward: "It's not appropriate to stay here for a long time, let's talk while walking!" ”

Zhang Dutou also nodded and beckoned his subordinates to follow. There were originally hundreds of people in the entire capital, but only thirty or forty people were left after this battle, even if Zhang Dutou had experienced several major battles, he felt a pain in his heart at this time. The Mongolian Tartar is really calculating, but he didn't expect that he had been fighting horses for several years and had not died in battles and battles, but he almost capsized in this gutter.

Li Dutou didn't care about his feelings, or he wasn't in the mood to care at this time: "The sentinels sent by the Divine Guards have never heard back, and Your Majesty realized that the situation was not good, and specially sent the Praetorian Guards to search along the route you planned, but I didn't expect that a certain person was still a step late." ”

"You're saying it's possible that the rest of the sentry team was attacked by the Mongol Tartars?" Zhang Dutou couldn't care about emotion at this time, and suddenly frowned.

"Nine times out of ten, it's just that I don't know if they have the ability to escape." Li Dutou said loudly while twitching the war horse fiercely. The sound of firecrackers and thistles kept coming from behind him, and it was obvious that the broken Praetorian Cavalry was still fighting with the Mongol Tartars, and he glanced sideways at Zhang Dutou, who was thoughtful, and he continued, "This battle has begun now!" ”

Zhang Dutou couldn't help but gasp.

The muffled sound of the firecrackle behind him had gradually dissipated, replaced by the sound of the Mongol trumpets, equally low but majestic, with a power that seemed to tear through the fog. Zhang Dutou has been a scout for the army for a long time, and naturally heard that this is the clarion call for the retreat of the Mongol Tatars, indicating that there should be signs of the existence of the Ming army in the future, causing the Mongol army to dare not pursue.

The Great War has broken out, and the forward and main force of the Mongolian army, which the Ming army has been looking for for a long time, have obviously been revealed. Zhang Dutou subconsciously looked up ahead, and the mist shrouded the road, making him seem to be lost in a trance.

But the red dragon banner held high in the hands of the cavalry who rushed to the front was still dazzling.

I'm afraid that's all I can do in this rolling tide, and the rest depends on how His Majesty the Ming Emperor turns his hands into clouds and turns his hands into rain!

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Thirty miles south of Gubeikou.

"The Mongolian Tartars are rushing up, quick, the thistles are thrown down!" A Ming army commander shouted loudly, and the soldiers behind him lit the fire at the same time and threw it down the hillside, the explosion continued to sound on the not very steep hillside, the soil and vegetation were all blasted into the air, and several huge gaps appeared in the black wave of the charge, but they were quickly filled by the people behind.

A group of Mongolian soldiers still charged upwards desperately, and even broke through the Ming army's defenses on the mountainside many times, so frightened that Gu Chao personally led the reserve team to the top. Obviously, the Mongols have reached the point of dying.

Countless arrows roared towards the mountain, and even the shields in the hands of some Ming soldiers were about to become hedgehogs, while the rest of the soldiers were also relying on the grass and trees on the mountain to defend. A large number of Mongol troops followed the arrows and struck, and if they were repulsed, the second group immediately followed, without the slightest stagnation, so that this small hill was like a reef on the shore that was constantly beaten by the waves, and no matter how strong it was, it would be washed away by the waves and turned into powder.

Perhaps for the Ming army, the only advantage is that there are still more grass, trees and stones on this mountain, and the incident happened suddenly, the Mongolian army came lightly after receiving the order, resulting in the Mongols did not carry many trebuchets, so in the face of the Ming army hiding behind the rocks and trees, there was nothing to do, and they could only fill it with their own lives. However, correspondingly, in fact, the Ming army did not carry other heavy firearms except for a large number of firearms, so the Ming army could only put the Mongols closer to fight.

"Supervisor, the Mongolian Tartars are rushing up along the mountain road on the left!" A commander still had blood on his face and ran quickly to Gu Chao's side. Gu Chao was taken aback, and was about to rush over with the reserves, but found that after the Mongolian infantry had opened a gap, the Mongolian cavalry and crossbowmen rushed up. Originally, the eastern slope was the most gentle, and the Mongol army that attacked in the east was also the most, so although Gu Chao had placed heavy troops here, it was still opened by the Mongol Tatars.

As the Mongolian crossbowmen and cavalry came up one after another, at this time, Gu Chao led the reserve team to go up and sent him to death, and with a wave of his hand, the firecrackers went up and lit the firecrackers on the hillside to suppress the position, and the Ming soldiers on the hillside took advantage of this opportunity to retreat to the top of the mountain. Correspondingly, the Ming army on the remaining hillsides also began to retreat slowly to prevent being attacked by the Mongol Tatars on the flanks.

The relaxation on Gu Chao's face before had also dissipated, replaced by a solemnity that was difficult to dissolve. He has been holding this hillside with the first brigade for four or five hours, and at this time, it is estimated that whether Xu Chen's army is wiped out by the Mongolian army that arrived one step ahead of schedule, or Xu Chen leads the team to grab Gubeikou, the dust has settled.

And the Mongolian Tatars successively broke through the two defense lines at the foot of the mountain and halfway up the mountain, and Gu Chao could only rely on the top of the mountain. After a few hours of fighting, the Mongol Tatars suffered heavy casualties, and the first brigade also paid a great price, once a brigade of more than 2,000 people, now only more than 1,000 people are still fighting with the Mongol Tatars.

Subconsciously looking back to the north, Gu Chao muttered: "No matter what, Gubeikou has done his best, if it doesn't break through next, this first brigade will be completely wiped out here." Gubeikou, have you won it?! ”