Li Xin and the Mongol Tartars on the north bank of the Yan River have been facing each other for two days and two nights, these guys are very cunning, they seem to be extremely afraid of the artillery of the Zhenyu army, and always keep a certain distance from the Zhenyu army.

If the number of the captives is not superior, they naturally cannot attack rashly, and they will defend passively, and the Tartars will stick like a dog's skin plaster and will not let go. Heisenberg offered to fight several times, but Li Xin refused verbally, and strictly ordered everyone not to send troops without orders.

Lu Jiu's cavalry, as the only force that could cross the Yan River and maneuver with the Tartar rangers on the north bank, undertook the task of early warning, reconnaissance and blocking the Tartar scouts. This is familiar to Lu Jiu, who was born as a horse thief, but Li Xin's order not to take the initiative to attack makes him feel restricted.

Out of his unusually keen intuition about the battlefield, Lu Jiu could clearly feel the attack of the Mongol Tatars hidden in the distance, and he had to resist the desire to attack, and tirelessly circled with them on the already civilized snowfield. In two days, a total of 13 Tartar scouts were shot and killed, and seven were captured alive.

On the south bank of the Yan River, on the lookout platform, Li Xin put his hand on his forehead, looking at the fast horses galloping back and forth in the distance, and his heart was already a little impatient. Doesn't the Tartars take the initiative to retreat, and they still have to consume themselves in such an endless stalemate? Obviously not, the victims in Chaoyang Fort are still waiting for further arrangements, the election work has entered the end, and the counting of votes when the sun sets today should also be available.

There are also preparations for the construction of the iron factory, preparations for the formation of the musket battalion, and even preparations for the accountability of the imperial court.

Although it was early spring, the sun was still setting early, looking at the already reddened sun, Huang Yu's figure jumped out of her mind, I don't know how she is now? If a qiē is normal, count the days, and tomorrow the bento will be released from isolation, and when she leaves, she is in a hurry, and she can't bear to wake her up from her sleep, so she doesn't even say hello, and I don't know if she is unhappy because of this.

A sudden gust of wind pulled Li Xin back to reality from his reverie, and this embarrassing situation of not being able to attack or retreat really made him uncomfortable, which also strengthened his determination to set up a musket battalion, so that the captured army could really advance and retreat.

In fact, the Mongolian Tatars suffered a rare snow disaster for decades, last year, heavy snow fell on the grassland for six days and five nights, the snow was deep enough to be more than a person's chest, many cattle, sheep and war horses could not escape this catastrophe. Therefore, the vast majority of the thousands of people who confronted the Zhenyu army across the bank were Tartars on foot, and the Mongols who lost their horses were equivalent to having their wings cut off, and at the same time cut off their confidence in fighting against the Ming official army.

Li Xin was initially frightened by the momentum of the Tumut tribe for a while, but Lu Jiu quickly probed their bottom into detail, which explained why they did not dare to cross the river to fight a decisive battle with the Zhenyu army.

Suddenly, a soldier came to ask Li Xin for instructions.

"My lord, some of the captives frequently asked for cooked mutton, and they knocked over our meals."

Although the captives have accumulated a lot of wealth now, they have the same simple style, and they usually eat corn and pickles, and the captives naturally eat the same as them. Yesterday, the captives asked for meat, Li Xin reluctantly agreed, but today it has intensified, and he can't help but get bored for a while.

"Hungry them for two meals, see if they still pick and choose......"

The soldier was just about to leave, Li Xin's heart suddenly moved, and he was called again.

"Slow, lead the way, I'll take a look!"

An idea suddenly flashed in Li Xin's mind, a person who can be so self-confident in a desperate situation, in the words of his previous life, may be either the second generation of the rich or the second generation of officials. Maybe among the few captives captured alive, there are "my dad is the Great Khan" or "my uncle is Taiji" and the like!

With such an idea, Li Xin personally went to see the captives, but he was disappointed at first sight, several of them were ragged and unkempt, like beggars enough, where there was a half difference in appearance and momentum from ordinary people.

Not only were the few people dressed in tattered clothes, but even their beards and hair were the same messy, and they couldn't tell their ages. It turned out to be just a few Mongolian Tatars who didn't know the height of the sky, Li Xin judged.

Suddenly, a voice asked a little excitedly: "You, you are the chief soldier of the three guards?" ”

Li Xin looked closely, it was one of the Mongol captives who was asking questions, only nodded, and did not answer him. This was tantamount to acquiescence in the eyes of the Mongolian Tartar, and he involuntarily stood up and raised his hands.

"The general is an eagle on the grassland, Batu is a bull on the grassland, no matter how strong the bull is, it has not escaped the eagle's minions, Batu is willing to be the general's servant in exchange for freedom."

Li Xin was about to turn around and leave, but he didn't expect that there were still people among these beggar-like guys who could speak Chinese, although they were blunt, maybe the people who said such things would not be ordinary Mongolians. So, he dismissed the idea of leaving immediately, and asked playfully:

"What capital and qualifications does a captive have in exchange for his own freedom?"

Even the soldiers around Li Xin couldn't help but sneer.

"Surrender and surrender, why bother to put gold on your face around the bend? Besides, what do we want from you? ”

The Mongol captive obviously understood the sarcasm of the soldiers, and his face became ugly, but he still endured it, and said to Li Xinxin in an extremely humble tone: "If the general doesn't want to accept Batu, a servant, Batu is willing to exchange a thousand cattle and sheep for freedom, I don't know if it's possible?" ”

After all, the Mongol captive, who called himself Batu, looked at Li Xin with a look of eager longing.

At this point, Li Xin knew that the person who could redeem himself with a thousand cattle and sheep would definitely not be an ordinary Mongolian tribesman, but someone with some background.

"Who are you from Tumuthan Mahamu?"

Li Xin did not say the title of the county king of the Manchu Dynasty, but used the old name, and Batu's expression suddenly became solemn.

"It's Father Khan!"

Even Li Xin thinks it's a little incredible, doesn't it? I really wanted to doze off and came to the pillow. But on second thought, there is still something suspicious. If he is really the son of Tumut Khan, and his son is captured, the Mongol army should attack frantically to snatch this Batu back, why is it still such a painless harassment?

Batu seemed to see what Li Xin was thinking, "The general must be thinking in his heart, since Batu is the son of Tumut Khan, the subordinates should desperately rescue him." ”

Li Xin was noncommittal and suddenly smiled.

"A thousand cattle and sheep, it's useless to come, why don't you come with a thousand war horses?"

Hearing Li Xin's conditions, Batu was embarrassed.

"The grassland snow disaster, a thousand war horses may ......"

"To tell the truth, it's still a thousand cows and sheep. One hand delivery and one hand handover! You can write a letter, and Ben will pass it on on your behalf! ”

Batu hurriedly explained again, but only to pick up on what he had just said.

"The general must have wondered in his heart why the men did not come to the rescue, because it was Batu's brother Hailai who now held great power in the Tumut tribe."

Having said that, Li Xin understood what Batu meant, and after a long time, there was also a palace fight within the Tumut Ministry, I am afraid that this thing was abandoned by his ruthless brother, I am afraid that people will have to thank themselves for removing a major hidden danger for him, this is not the situation that Li Xin is willing to see.

"Therefore, these thousand cattle and sheep have to be released by the general, so that Batu can go back and bring his cattle and sheep to the general, otherwise, I am afraid that Nahai Lai will occupy ......"

Li Xin was silent, and suddenly said:

"If General Ben helps you defeat Hailai and recapture the Tumut Ministry, what will you be rewarded?"

A flash of excitement flashed in Batu's eyes, and he immediately fell to his knees.

"Batu is willing to be the most faithful servant of the general!"

The Mongols said that surrender was quite nice, and the most faithful servant? None of them knew each other before, so where could they bond this sudden allegiance? Li Xin did not take Batu's words seriously at all, but it was feasible to use it to divide the Tumut tribe.

A plan took shape in Li Xin's chest......

In the middle of the night, several captured Mongol Tartars suddenly broke the shackles and escaped, and the soldiers chased after them across the Yan River without catching up. Lu Jiu, who was harmed, also complained to Li Xin, it was not easy to catch a job, and he let him go.

Li Xin told him the original of his plan, but Lu Jiu rolled his eyelids.

"What if that Tartar deceives the thirteenth brother?"

Li Xin spread his hands.

"If you cheat, you cheat, can you lose anything?"

That night, a number of Mongol Tatars crossed the Yan River to attack the checkpoint, Li Xin specially evacuated a defender located in the outermost granary of the fortress, and the soldiers guarding the wall retreated after a little resistance, and the Mongol Tatars tentatively crossed the wall, and when they saw that there was no extra obstruction, they had the courage to shake off the cloth bags on their bodies and pack grain, until each person was filled with a bag, and then they all left satisfied.

This has been the case for three consecutive days, and the whole army of the town has watched the excitement for three days. On the night of the fourth day, the big guy originally planned to watch the excitement, but after the group of Tartars entered the camp, Li Xin suddenly gave an order, and the army of the townspeople who had been preparing for many days rushed out from all directions, inside and outside the fortress, and surrounded the group of Tartars.

The Mongol army outside the fortress was ready to respond immediately, but the ground suddenly exploded, and with a burst of explosions, a group of people suddenly turned on their backs.

Fire was raised inside and outside the fortress at the same time, illuminating the night as if it were day. Dozens of paces away, Heisenberg had a grim face, and he personally operated the torch and lit the four-pounder cannon that had been prepared long ago, and as the fuse burned out, the cannon spewed out tongues of fire mercilessly.

Every time the cannon sounded, a piece of Mongolian Tartar fell, although Lu Jiu saw too many cannons, but he was once again impressed by the power of the cannons, and sighed: "If there are 3,000 cannons, it will sweep the world!" ”

Early the next morning, a scout came to report.

"My lord, my lord, the Tartars have withdrawn!"

Li Xinze's armor was neatly called Lu Jiu.

"Let's go, let's meet new friends......"

A group of horses went straight to the upper reaches of the Yan River.