In the second year of Jingtai, at the end of the summer of 1451 A.D., in front of the wreckage of the broken wall of the horse drying platform about 50 miles away from the last border fort Huyukou in Datong border town, Shi Heng, who wore armor and hung a knife on his waist, took a deep breath, squinted his eyes, and looked at the border fortress that originally belonged to Datong Town and went deeper into the grassland, but in the struggle and tug of war with Yuanmeng again and again, the lost border fortress stronghold.

Under the shroud of the sun that was still wanton and unrestrained, whether it was the green fields that had nowhere to grow, or these majestic and miserable broken walls that had been grown by wild grasses and shrubs and gradually lost sight of the past, had been rendered with a faint layer of gold.

Shi Heng retracted his gaze and turned his head to look, just a few miles away from this horse drying platform, in a waterfront place, the 25,000 elites of Datong border town were camped there, and the little cooking smoke was rising, and the constant sound of orders, as well as the sound of people and horses boiling, seemed to leak into the barracks, which seemed to be very unpeaceful.

However, Shi Heng did not go forward to stop the noise coming from the barracks, and the officers in the barracks seemed to know what Shi Heng meant, as if they were blind to this scene, or rather, in their hearts, they couldn't help but be excited.

"Today, it's the last peaceful day they've spent here." Shi Heng withdrew his gaze, muttering secretly in his heart, his gaze fell on the top of an earthen wall that was nearly two feet thick, but only more than half a person high, and his big calloused hands gently stroked the young leaves of the weeds that stretched out from the broken stubble. Then with a clench of his hand, he uprooted the weed from the crack in the wall.

casually threw the handful of weeds at his feet, and gently brushed the new mud that was brought out of the broken wall, Shi Heng's heart couldn't help but have a little more complicated emotions.

Nearly three months have passed since he secretly made an agreement with His Majesty the Emperor Zhu Qizhen, and in these three months, Shi Heng hesitated, worried, and even faintly regretted, but when he received the news from Zhu Qizhen, he didn't have any thoughts in his heart, or didn't even think about the series of consequences of his actions, but resolutely led the 25,000 iron horsemen of Datong border town, rode out of the border pass, and went straight to the grassland.

At this moment, Shi Heng's heart couldn't help but sound in Zhu Qizhen's secret letter to himself, those words that are still shaking his heart. "I only need your loyalty to the country, and I am willing to serve the country as a soldier of the Ming Dynasty."

--------------------More than two years ago, Shi Heng still engraved in his heart the humiliation that Warat Tartar brought to himself, that rout of the whole army, like someone taking a knife and poking it in his heart, that wound has been dripping blood, his robe, his boss, and his subordinates, almost all died in front of him, and if he hadn't been crushed in a small ditch by his own deadly mount, maybe he would have been buried in the loess.

I have to say that the temptation of interests given by Zhu Qizhen may account for more here, but Shi Heng is a soldier after all, a soldier who has fought to the death for nearly 20 years on the battlefield. At this moment, although he is already in a high position, he has not left the battlefield after all, and the bitter hatred in his heart has not been erased by time.

Every time he dreams back at midnight, Shi Heng always thinks of that scene, that bloody scene, which was the most unforgettable defeat in his life, and even after the defeat, Shi Heng once thought that he had no hope of revenge.

And in the next battle of Jingshi City, although he won an inspiring victory, Shi Heng knew very well that it was just a victory of greater political significance, and Wara's strength was not greatly damaged at all.

This is also the reason why Jingshikong has 200,000 troops, but he does not dare to press on Yexian's army step by step, which is the biggest regret in Shi Heng's heart. And now, Zhu Qizhen has given himself a chance, a chance to be ashamed.

Shi Heng knows very well that today, the grievances between him and Zhu Qizhen, he understands better that he will provoke the wrath of thunder if he sends troops, but Shi Heng knows better that he must take revenge on Wara Tartar for himself, for his robes, and for his past failures.

What's more, after he was reprimanded by Yu Qian and blamed by the Son of Heaven, Shi Heng had already planted the seeds of dissatisfaction in his heart, holding more than 100,000 elite soldiers in Datong, just to supervise His Majesty the Emperor who was bent on planning for the Ming Dynasty.

Because here in Datong, after all, it is a border town, and it is the vast grassland that is facing here, and now, Zhu Qizhen gave himself a chance, Shi Heng pondered for five days, and finally agreed to Zhu Qizhen.

That's because the handwriting planned and arranged by Zhu Qizhen was spread out step by step through Guo Shun and the secret envoy sent by Zhu Qizhen, plus Shi Heng's own judgment. Shi Heng has seen very clearly that if this strategy is successful, it will plunge the entire prairie into chaos, and for at least a few decades, the prairie will no longer have an opponent that can match the Ming Dynasty.

At this time, if you don't do it, I am afraid that in my life, I will not have the opportunity to take revenge with my own hands. I'm afraid that I can only carry this regret in my pocket, and when I am dying of old age, I am infinitely melancholy.

He is unwilling, he is younger than Yang Hong, he is the most star-splendor of the Ming Dynasty after Yang Hong, although now, when it comes to the generals of the Ming Dynasty, Yang Shi and the two can be tied, but after all, he is still slightly inferior. Yang Hong is about to become the symbol of the Ming Dynasty, and is even called King Yang by the grassland people, which is his eldest son Yang Jun, also known as Little Yang King.

But what about himself, after all, he was defeated by Wara, and the defeat was like the panicked dog who lost his family, in the dangerous place of Datong border town, Yang and Kou, 30,000 mourners, and he fled alone, which is a lifelong shame, if he can't snow, even if it is another thirty or fifty years, Yang Hong will die of old age, I am afraid that when the world talks about himself, he will always mention that Yang Hong.

His Majesty the Emperor, there is a shame of the civil fort, as a royal nobleman, he still knows the hatred, he is a soldier of the Ming Dynasty, a famous general admired by the world, is it not as good as the Emperor Taishang, who said that he couldn't even ride a horse and couldn't open a bow?

Shi Heng stroked the extremely delicate long beard under his chin, narrowed his eyes, and looked at the distant horizon in the northeast, and couldn't help but feel pride. In his mouth, he couldn't help but recite the famous saying that has been handed down since the Han Dynasty: "A man should die in the border field, and his body should be buried in horse leather, how can he lie in bed in the hands of his sons and daughters??! ”

Behind him, several generals and personal soldiers who followed him here, heard Shi Heng's majestic and deep voice reciting the words, and couldn't help but feel a burst of blood in his heart, yes, when I thought of this vast grassland, when I thought of those repeated step-by-step pressing, so that the Ming Dynasty lost ground again and again, and now the frustrated Wara Tartars are ignorant and want to kill, and they didn't notice at all that the iron hooves of the Ming Dynasty have set foot in this forbidden land where the Tartars think that the Han people will never dare to set foot in half a point.

As soon as I thought of it, after a few days, tens of thousands of iron horsemen on the nine sides would be like a torrent, engulfing and strangling those strong enemies and strong enemies in the past, and the names of myself and others would definitely be written down in the history books.

Fame is only taken immediately, husband, as it should be!

-------------------- Qi'er Hai, the Northern Wei Dynasty called it Nanchi, Qifu Yuan Chi, the Tang Dynasty called Qifu Bo, the Liao called Baishuiluo, the Jin called Baishuibo, the Yuan called Angjiluo also known as Mandarin Duck Luo, and the Ming people called it Jining Haizi or Qi'er Sea, and the small tribes around Qi'er Hai, but changed this place to Anguri Naoer.

This Jining Haizi is not far to the north, it is called Jining Road of the Yuan Dynasty in the past, Jining County of the Jin Dynasty at the beginning, it is the province of Fuzhou of Datong Mansion of Xijing Road, and it is the market for trade and trade between the Mongolian grassland and Hebei, Shanxi and other places. In the early years of the Yuan Dynasty, it was promoted to Jining Road, which was under the jurisdiction of Zhongshu Province and governed a county of Jining.

Then, at the end of the Yuan Dynasty and the beginning of the Ming Dynasty, the Red Turban Army uprising swept through Jining Road, and the once rich and prosperous Jining Road was broken by the Red Turban Army, however, this war was quickly quelled by the Yuan Dynasty political axe, after the war, residents returned to Jining Road one after another, they cleaned up the battlefield and buried the corpses.

Some even quietly dig up the belongings of others that were buried before the war. It's all back on track. Ten years later, the inhabitants heard the news of the war again. People who had lived through the war were convinced that they would one day be able to return here and rebuild their homes, so they buried as much as they could and waited for the war to be retrieved again.

They didn't know that they would never see these things again, because what forced them to leave their homeland again was a war that changed the dynasty, and the history of the Ming Dynasty was turned over.

After the founding of the Ming Dynasty, during the tug-of-war with the Yuanmeng who fled to Mobei for decades, and the Yuanshang on the north of Jining Road was used by the Ming army as an important town for military defense.

After Yongle, the Ming army gradually withdrew from the grassland, and the nomads who had changed their name to Warat once again expanded their sphere of influence to the foot of the Great Wall. Jining Road, and everything left over from the war was gradually covered by weeds, and a city disappeared from then on.

Only those small tribes who don't know where to migrate to the nomadic side of Jining Haizi will occasionally pass by here and look curiously, but they don't stay.

And now, an army of about 70,000 people is slowly passing through the ruins of Jining City from north to south, and slowly advancing towards the defeated army of the Dzungar tribe gathered east of Jining Haizi......

(To be continued)