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In mid-May, 100,000 Chahar tribesmen traveled a long way to get closer to naturalization, and after two months they went to Mobei and returned, exhausted by their men, horses and livestock.

The Jurchen army tracked the whereabouts of the Chahar people, and they followed them like shadows, and without the herdsmen as a burden, the army marched much faster. When he learned that the three Khans of Mobei refused to accept Lin Dan Khan, Huang Taiji knew that from this moment on, Mongolia was finished, and the vast steppe would become the back garden of the Jurchens. Five fingers that can't be clenched into a fist will only be a meal on a plate.

The Jurchen army no longer has any worries, it moves quickly, and the Naturalization City will be the decisive battle.

Naturalization City.

Lin Dan Khan returned to this place, his heart was only frustrated, he hated all the Mongol tribes, and watched the Chahar people run across the steppe chased by the Jurchen army, and no one reached out to help. The eyes of the herdsmen around him looked at him, fear, sympathy, and hatred, which should not be the eyes of the Mongol Great Khan.

In the middle of the night, Lin Dan Khan came to Genghis Khan's tomb alone, wandering helplessly.

O great ancestors! Please tell me what to do! Since he was a child, he has regarded the man in the mausoleum as his goal, but his life path is very different from his.

Two days after his return, Lin Dan Khan convened his troops to hold a worship ceremony in front of Genghis Khan's mausoleum, claiming to be the "Lin Dan Baturu Khan" of all Mongolia, and then prepared to lead the Chahar herdsmen to move Genghis Khan's mausoleum from the Tuoketuo steppe west across the Yellow River and flee into the loop. To this day, he still believed that the crown in the tomb would give strength to the Mongols.

The Chahars returned to naturalization, and the 100,000 tired herdsmen were in chaos, and of course they could not escape the eyes of the Tumut scouts.

The south side of the city of naturalization, and the Lingel Mountains.

The vegetation nourished by the water grows luxuriantly, and the mist brought by the rain shrouds the secrets of this place.

The old and weak women and children of Tumut have all taken refuge in the deep mountains and old forests, and Princess Ulan has selected the young and strong herdsmen and organized them into a cavalry of 10,000 people, which is under the command of Ge Reltu, the last strength of the Tumut people.

In Hanzhai, the cavalry was also ready for battle after training for a year. Zhai Zhe allocated the three hundred pairs of armor he got from Fan Yongdou to the border army under Lei Yanqian, and the good steel was used on the blade, and the Hanzhai cavalry was born as a thief, and only the border army was used to wearing armor to fight. Fan Yongdou gave him face very much, and his heavy helmet and heavy armor were much stronger than Lei Yanqian's equipment in Yulinwei.

After the rainy season, Monan has always been cloudy, at night, there is no star and no moon, and you can't see your fingers.

Every day, Xiao Zhiyan and Che Feng led the scout cavalry with the best skills to peek at the naturalization from afar, paying attention to the movements of the chaotic Chahar herdsmen.

In the Han Village, Zhai Zhe, Princess Wulan and Geriltu gather together, and this is the gathering place of the leaders of various ministries.

The scouts sent information to Hanzhai, and the Chahar herdsmen began to migrate to the Junzijin Ferry.

"I don't know how far the Jurchens are from naturalization, and the current Chahar people are like lost dogs, without the will to fight. Perhaps we could take the opportunity to attack them once, not only to plunder the livestock, but also to show the Mongols and the Jurchens that the Tumuts were not in decline. ”

Zhai Zhe was very bold, and what he said surprised everyone present. It was a well-thought-out plan for him, and the temptation to gain from a battle was so great that he was tempted.

Xiao Zhiyan, who had just returned to Hanzhai, was amazed and said, "Good idea! When most of the Chahar has crossed the Yellow River, we will attack the troops who are behind and we will win the battle. "He's never experienced a large-scale cavalry battle, and it's exciting to think about.

"Okay, fight! We Tumuts have also been bullied enough. Gřiletu also clapped his hands in agreement.

Ulan's face also flushed with a hint of red tide, and he said, "I listen to you

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The Tumuts had been humiliated enough, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief in their hearts.

The Junzijin ferry in the Tuoketo steppe is crowded with herdsmen.

The Khan Tent cavalry was the first to cross the river to explore the Hetao steppe, and Amur worriedly reported to Lin Dan Khan: "The Tumuts of the Hetao steppe have disappeared. ”

"You can't hide such a big movement from the Mo Nan Grassland, so everyone who should flee has fled!" Lin Dan Khan's heart was depressed, he turned his head to look in the direction of Naturalization City, and said, "Cross the river, we don't have a few days!" ”

The scene of 100,000 people crossing the river from the Junzijin ferry was spectacular, in addition to people and livestock, which was the survival of the Mongols in the steppe. When the water level rises after the rainy season, there is no obstacle for young cattle and horses to cross the river, but the old and weak livestock and herders have to cross the river on sheepskin rafts, and the movement is slow.

On the first day, he traveled day and night, and crossed 40,000 people.

At noon on the second day, Chahar Khan's tent crossed the river, and Lin Dan Khan ordered the Amur who remained at the end: "I will go first, all the tribes will cross the river tonight and move to the direction of the Moxi Great Grass Beach tomorrow." ”

"Yes!"

The continuous light rain has made the grass sober and soft, and the grassland that has been dry for a year is still greedily absorbing water, as if preparing for the next dry season.

It's cloudy, and the sun doesn't know when it's going down.

At the Junzijin ferry, the Chahar people lit torches, and the people were noisy. The grumpy Mongol warrior cursed loudly, occasionally waving a whip at the slow-moving herdsmen around him.

Xiao Zhiyan led more than 2,000 cavalry to walk easily on the soft grassland, quietly, he was the right wing cavalry of this sneak attack. The Han Zhai's own soldiers accompanied him and walked at the forefront of the cavalry, deliberately slowing down the horses in order to prevent the inexperienced Tumert from loosening the formation.

In the distance, the torches at the crossing of the Yellow River are swarming, like daylight, and that is the target.

Xiao Zhiyan secretly estimated the distance, urging the war horse under his crotch to trot. The march of the two thousand cavalry accelerated, and the horses squeezed each other in a dense formation.

A few miles away, shouts of killing had already sounded on the left flank, and there were Zhai Zhe and Che Feng's cavalry, who must have encountered the scouts of the Chahars.

2netbsp; In the darkness, Yan Qi waved his longbow and pointed at the light, and ordered: "Rush over and kill them." ”

The horse thief himself led in front, and the two thousand cavalry galloped like a snake to avoid the center of the Junzijin ferry, outflanking to the right side of the ferry, and the horses that were urged were restless and whispered.

Amur sensed the shouts of killing before Xiao Zhiyan.

"Jurchen!" His tiredness suddenly dissipated, and he broke out in a cold sweat, "How could it come so quickly!" ”

The sound of iron hooves striking the earth in the darkness was terrifying, and although it was impossible to see, Amur estimated that the cavalry that had attacked him was in the thousands.

The last 3,000 cavalry were the most elite Chahar warriors, and most of them quickly woke up from their confusion and gathered around Amur, and there were still seven or eight thousand herdsmen at the ferry who had not crossed the river.

The shouts of killing were getting closer and closer, and Amur didn't have time to think about it, so he led his troops to rush towards him.

Che Feng led the Tumut horse thieves to the forefront, these people have a deep blood feud with the Chahars, and they are all good murderers who crawled out of the pile of dead people, and they are not afraid of death. He was followed by Zhai Zhe's men and horses and more than 2,000 Tumut cavalry.

Darkness is a nuisance for both warring sides, as both sides have no shortage of skilled archers, and torches can be a live target.

The wind cleared the outlying sentry posts and scouts, and collided head-on with the Amur cavalry that came to the reinforcements.

The two torrents collided head-on, the scimitar stabbed, several people around the car fell off their horses, and the trampling of iron hooves disappeared quickly along with the screams. The swarming Chahars surrounded the chariots in a group, and the cavalry around them surrounded them like marquees, so that they could not even tell the direction.

Che Feng swung his long knife vigorously and anxiously shouted backwards: "The Chahar people are here!" ”

There was no need for him to shout, Zhai Zhe had already heard the fierce rushing sound not far away, and commanded the army to swarm up.

"They are surrounded by the Chahars!" Meng Kang shouted loudly, the Tumut cavalry and the Chahars had already joined the battle, but the shouts of the chariot wind were still farther ahead.

"Break through the encirclement, you must rescue them." Zhai Zhe was anxious. The car wind is too light on the enemy, and he only cares about his own killing.

Meng Kang took the lead, urging the army to kill in the direction of the encirclement of Chefeng, the cavalry of both sides were staggered in the dark, and the chaotic battle was more beneficial to the Tumuts who had just entered the battle formation.

Che Feng was in danger, and when he heard the most intense shouting and killing in the east, he gathered the people around him and fought back.

The battle line is stale, and the immature Tumut herdsmen are no match for the Chahar cavalry.

Meng Kang looked anxious, roared wildly, raised his shield, held a short axe in his hand, and personally smashed into the Chahar cavalry in the darkness, equipped with heavy armor, his battle was even more crazy.

"Kill!"

Meng Kang's broad shield in his left hand protected the vital point, ignoring the scimitar of the Chahar cavalry in front of him, and bravely stepped forward, until he was close behind him, he swung the short axe, which was indestructible. Occasionally, a bow attack dodged through his shield, and he had thick armor to defend himself from close quarters.

Only Meng Kang led his own troops into the chaotic army, and the Chahar cavalry, which lacked armor, was caught off guard by charge in close combat, and a gap appeared in the battle formation.

The experienced Chahars reacted quickly, and Amur commanded his men to intercept them. The opportunity was fleeting, and just as Meng Kang felt that there was a lot of resistance in front of him, and it was difficult to go further, the wind rushing out of the opposite side made him breathe a sigh of relief. Both teams were surrounded.

Che Feng is still shouting: "We are here!" His voice was muffled by the neighing and screaming of the horses. The Tumut horse thieves rushed to Meng Kang's flank, and the two armies fought each other as horns, struggling to maintain the battle line.

The Tumert cavalry finally followed.

"Shoot!"

In the dark sky, long arrows flew like locusts, and the people in front of Meng Kang turned on their backs, and the pressure suddenly decreased.

Before he could recover his senses, the soldiers around him fell, and long arrows rained down in the air. Meng Kang's soul was scattered, he turned over and dismounted, held the shield above his head, and shouted: "Arrow! "This is a return fire from the Chahars.

"It turned out to be the Tumertes, kill them!" Amur gritted his teeth, he was not afraid of the Tumuts.

Under the impact of the elite Chahar cavalry, the men and horses around Zhai Zhe were like broken ships floating in the sea, and they would fall apart at any time.

The victory was decided, how could the Tumut herdsmen be the opponent of the elite Chahar cavalry.

"Kill them all!" A cruel smile appeared on the corner of Amur's mouth, and the repression of so many days was swept away. The guards around him suddenly shouted in horror: "Look over there! ”

Torches appeared on the right side of the Junzijin ferry, and thousands of cavalry rushed like fiery dragons towards the Chahar herdsmen who were preparing to cross the river.

"Hit the mark!" Amur broke out in a cold sweat and ordered: "The thousandth team stays, and the others follow me to the rescue!" ”

Three thousand Chahar cavalry divided into two routes.

The shouts of killing, bowstrings, cries, and horse whistling on the left and right sides of the Junzijin ferry in the Tuoketo grassland make the grassland at night unpeaceful.

A few miles away, Geriletu took a closer look at the shape of the ferry. Lei Yanqian tightened the reins from time to time, and the war horse under his crotch gently urged his front hooves to express dissatisfaction.

"Attack!" Gřiletu roared.

Lei Yanqian let go of the reins, his legs were forced, and the war horse, which was finally relaxed, rushed out like a sharp arrow, and the armored cavalry behind him slammed into the back of the Amur cavalry.

That's the deadliest blow! Lei Yanqian's 300 armored border troops were like a sledgehammer, cutting off Amur's cavalry.

The Chahars were divided into several pieces and could no longer concentrate their forces. The 4,000 cavalry of Geriletu and the more than 2,000 cavalry of Yan Qi surrounded the 2,000 men of the Amur, and the rest would be slaughtered.