"I really don't know if it's my brain that came with you to this hellish place!"

Ursa looked at the direction of the Ming border against the oncoming snowflakes, and couldn't help but complain to Arutai.

On the banks of the Drinking Horse River.

The Tatar legions were stepping on the slippery ice, moving forward little by little.

The grassland has attracted a white plague this year, and the deepest snow has reached people's necks.

In the past, herdsmen would squat in their tents and not come out, holding their wives and children to eat the little food left, waiting for the cold winter to pass, and praying in their hearts that the cattle and sheep would not be frozen to death too much.

The Tatars had just returned to the steppe with them in Arutai, and before they could turn around, heavy snow fell.

Many people recommend waiting until the beginning of spring next year or when the snow has stopped.

But he was rejected by Arutai.

In Arutai's words, this is a good time to attack.

If you want to rest, Akito will definitely think the same way, and your precautions will definitely be minimized.

When the time comes, we will pass quietly, and we can take the city without much effort.

And the main force of the Ming army will also receive the news later, and we have more time to adjust.

When the ice and snow melt in the coming year, the war in the north is over, and the main force of the Ming army rushes over, the roads will surely become muddy.

The artillery of the Ming army was bulky, and it was not possible to walk fast at all on such a muddy road. With Zhu Di's urgency, he would definitely order to abandon the heavy artillery and only carry the small cannon to advance lightly.

The Ming army has lost its heavy artillery, and the threat to us will be greatly reduced.

Without heavy artillery, Da Ming is a tiger that has lost its teeth, and it will fall with one blow.

As long as you defeat the main army of the Ming Dynasty, the land, property, food, slaves, and women of the gate are as many as you want.

Finally, Arutai made a summary.

Suffer a little in the present, and enjoy happiness in the future.

What is blessed in the present is to endure hardship in the future.

Arutai's speech is still very infectious, and after listening to his analysis and fooling, his subordinates feel that it is very correct.

The kind of heavy artillery of the Ming army, they have experienced it, but they don't want to try it again, so they follow Arutai in a sparse way, with a beautiful imagination for the future, and slowly go to Nu'er Gandusi.

A few miles away from the Tatar march, a man in a white cloak with hoarfrost on his eyebrows and beard was holding a telescope to observe the Arutai Legion.

"Damn, it's coming so fast!"

This is a sentry from the escort battalion, who was sent out two days ago.

According to the agreement, after sunset on the third day, no matter how far you go, you will return on the fourth day.

It has been two days since he came out, and he has not found any clues, so the man thinks about preparing to go back.

As a result, he had only eaten lunch before the enemy came.

Looking at the black crowd in the distance, the man sniffed, retracted the telescope and moved back little by little.

Although he was still a little far from the Tatars here, he didn't dare to guarantee that there were no Tatar spies like him around, so he could be careful.

Dragging his own line, he moved three or four miles in the snow with difficulty, and only then did the man load the sleigh and slide down a slope with a hard hand.

"What!"

"It's coming so soon!"

Listening to the report of the spies, Zhu Zhangui looked at the defense camp that had just started, and his brows furrowed deeply.

He and the old man didn't expect that Arutai was so determined to kill Daming, and they even braved the snow to move forward.

He and the old man bet on the right position of Arutai's attack, but ignored Arutai's urgency.

Fortunately, he arrived in time, otherwise when the spring comes, I am afraid that he will have to fight with Arutannuer and have a bloody fight.

Returning to the tent with his generals, Zhu Zhangui opened the map and quickly searched for it.

It didn't take long for him to judge Arutai's line of attack.

In the vast snow, even experienced old herders will lose their way.

Arutai is estimated to be planning to follow the Yinma River and directly enter the territory of the Ming Dynasty.

Staring at the Yuma River on the map, Zhu Zhangui frowned and pondered for a while, then slapped the table fiercely.

"tnd!"

Two days have passed in the blink of an eye.

Choibalsan area.

On the frozen ice, the Tatar legions slowly moved forward under the leadership of Arutai.

Maybe it was because they didn't think that the Akito would attack at this time, and they didn't send a sentry.

The one or two sent out only walked along the river, making sure that there were no enemies and returning to report.

"Marshal Ursa, after Choibalshan, we will enter the territory of Daming!"

Holding the horses with fur wrapped in their hooves, Arutai took off his hat, shook off the snow on it, and looked at the faintly visible Choibalsan in the distance, introducing Ursa, who was following him.

Ursa, however, had no interest in it.

Ursa, who was wrapped like a bear, wrung a handful of runny nose and said in a sullen voice: "I don't want to know where this is now, and I'm not interested in it." I just want delicious food, warm hot soup, warm bedding and soft beauties, and nothing else! ”

"Huh!"

Arutai chuckled and reached out to pat him on the shoulder.

"Don't worry, my friend, when I take a city, I will first find you a warm room and delicious food, as well as beautiful beauties, so that you can enjoy it!"

"Hahaha..."

There was a big laugh around.

Ursa spread her hands, "I hope so, I've had enough of this kind of weather. ”

"It's the biggest snow I've ever seen in my life, and I swear I'll never come here again, it's a nightmare for me."

"Oh my God, you have to get a stick to the toilet, can you imagine?"

"If I had been slower yesterday, the water that squirted out would have frozen me directly!"

"Hahaha..."

Ursa's words caused another burst of laughter.

Choibalshan, a vast white snowfield.

Zhu Zhangui wore a white cloak and blended in with his surroundings.

Not only Zhu Zhangui, but also the five thousand soldiers behind him were also dressed in the same way.

This time an ambush.

He brought with him 4,500 soldiers of the Shenji Battalion and 5,000 new troops.

With his escort battalion, it's exactly 10,000 people.

They arrived last night.

There was no rest, a busy night, and an ambush trap was set.

Zhu Zhangui's plan was very simple, that is, to plant explosives on the ice where Arutai and others walked.

Wait for the enemy to enter the ambush area, directly detonate the explosives, blow through the ice, and cause the enemy to fall into the river.

Then, when the enemy was in confusion, he used a musket bow and crossbow to kill indiscriminately, and then turned and ran.

As for fighting, he didn't think about it!

He had few manpower, and he went up to fight and was entangled by the enemy, so it is estimated that he will be left here directly.

Zhu Zhangui planned to fight this old boy before Arutai entered the territory of the Ming Dynasty.

It's just that his guerrilla numbers are a little larger.

The black wave in the distance was getting closer and closer, and soon, Zhu Zhangui could see clearly the faces of the Tatar soldiers walking in front.

Taking out his hand from the warm glove, Zhu Zhangui took the tightly wrapped rifle and slowly unwrapped it.

A bullet was taken from the warm bosom and stuffed into the gun, ready to fire.

It's too cold here, and if the guns and bullets aren't protected, Zhu Zhangui can't be sure if they can be fired.

"Prepare your troops, use the explosion as a signal, and as soon as the enemy is about to rush ashore, immediately retreat according to the retreat route!"

Felt out the walkie-talkie and whispered the battle order.

The soldiers who had been lying in the snow for half the night raised their minds one after another.

The veterans of the Shenji Battalion are a little better, they have rich combat experience and will adjust their pre-war psychology.

And those new workers don't have this mentality.

They were all nervous, and the bows and crossbows in their hands were a little trembling.

"Little Liuzi, you must follow Uncle in the future, but you must not be left behind!"

The man who had talked to Zhu Zhangui held a bow in his hand, looked directly at the Tatars who had entered the ambush circle with his eyes, and told his nephew beside him in a very low voice.

Next to him, a thin young man with a crossbow in his hand nodded nervously.

"Don't speak!"

The soldiers of the escort battalion who led the team looked back at the man.

The man laughed and hurriedly lowered his head.

"Master Arutai, I've always had a question, are you sure your plan will succeed."

"As far as I know, Nu'er Gandusi is not valued by the Ming Dynasty, and now they are short of troops, if they directly give up here and don't come to support here, then your plan will be useless."

Ursa, who had come to this part of the road, suddenly felt a little uneasy in his heart.

But I looked left and right, but I didn't see anything wrong.

Thinking that maybe he wasn't used to the weather here, he didn't have anything to say to talk to Arutai.

Arutai glanced at him.

"My friend, please put aside your worries!"

"The Ming people's possession of the land is beyond your imagination."

"Not to mention such a vast territory, even if it is a small pond, the Ming people will not give up easily."

"In order to defend a broken pond, they will pay for dozens or even hundreds of lives."

"Of course, this is only the Ming people, if it is replaced by the Song people who were defeated by our ancestors, it will be difficult to say."

"And you don't know Zhu Di, he is a greedy person, and he is also a person who attaches great importance to fame."

"Now that he's old, he's running out of time."

"As an emperor who started a rebellion, his reputation is not very good, and if he loses his city and land in his old age, his heart will be extremely uneasy, worried that he will be scolded by his ancestors, and his reputation in the history books of later generations will also write him very badly."

"So in order to preserve his ridiculous face, in order to make the history books of future generations write him better, no matter what the price is, he will take back the slave Gandusi."

"Even if he paid countless lives for this, he did not hesitate to do it!"

Ursa nodded as if she didn't understand.

He had no contact with the Ming Dynasty emperor and did not understand the character of the Ming emperor, but he had contact with the officials of the Ming Dynasty.

A few years ago, the Ming Dynasty sent an official and a eunuch to the Western Regions, and he had a conversation with that person.

How to say it.

He felt that Akito was very polite and spoke very politely.

That's all.

As for force or something, well, well, he doesn't think much of the Ming Dynasty.

If the Ming Dynasty was really as strong as Arutai said, their Western Regions would have been taken by the Ming people long ago.

That is the Silk Road, the spiritual yearning of the Han people.

He heard that since Zhang Qian opened up the Silk Road, every Han emperor wanted to recreate the glory of the Han Dynasty.

But until now.

Ursa chuckled.

The Western Regions are still in the hands of the people of the Western Regions, and as for the Ming people, hehe, I haven't heard of it.

"Boom... Boom..."

The sound of footsteps like thunder sounded on the Yinma River.

That is, the weather is cold, and the ice is extremely thick.

Otherwise, so many people would have fallen into the ice cave and drowned these bastards.

"Ready!"

When the enemy's forward troops walked through the explosives ambush area, Zhu Zhangui picked up the walkie-talkie.

This time his main target was the enemy's cavalry.

As the infantry in the front passed, the cavalry who led the horses and slid into the explosives ambush circle, and Zhu Zhangui gave the order to start the battle.

"Ignition!"

At the sound of an order, the ignition men who were ambushed on both sides of the river vigorously blew the fire fold and ignited the fuse that detonated.

In order to make these leads work normally, Zhu Zhangui and others have put a lot of thought into it.

In the end, Zhu Zhangui found the scotch tape that he didn't know which time he drew in the supermarket, and then wrapped the leads in oiled paper and wrapped them with transparent tape to ensure that the leads could ignite normally.

"Whoa..."

The ignited fast fuse burned quickly and headed for the powder keg buried under the ice.

A cavalryman who was leading his horse forward, inadvertently caught a glimpse of several green smoke on the shore, and was approaching quickly, scratching his head suspiciously,

I still think to myself, what can I smoke on a snowy day?

"Enemy attack!"

There are doubts about the lake, and the natural and organic spirits.

As soon as the green smoke rose, there were bursts of exclamations in the marching ranks.

Arutai, who was laughing and chatting with Ursa, frowned when he heard the shouts in front of him.

"Go, see what's going on!"

Due to the large number of people shouting, and the screaming of horses sensing danger, Arutai did not hear what the people in front of him were shouting.

"Boom Boom..."

But just as the herald beside him was about to set off, a loud and trembling sound sounded in front of him.

Broken ice, flying snowflakes, rushed to the sky dozens of meters high.

Patches of blood-red and flying severed limbs and severed arms could be seen faintly on it, as well as undead Tatar soldiers, waving, kicking, and screaming in the air.

"Damn, it's the Ming Army!"

Arutai was stunned for a moment, and then let out an angry roar.

"Kacha Kacha Kacha..."

When the explosion stopped slightly, a cacha sound sounded beneath his feet.

Arutai's face changed when he heard this, "It's not good, the ice is going to break, go ashore quickly!" ”

With that, he threw away the reins in his hand, and left his beloved horse alone, and ran to the shore.

As for the stunned Ursa, his dearest friend, well, at this time, he was out of control.

If you fall into the water this season, if you don't freeze to death and drown, you will have at least one serious illness.

If you get sick in the grasslands where medicine is not developed, you will go to hell with one foot, stay in the world with one foot, and burp if you are not careful.

And it doesn't matter where the status is high or low?

Even if it is Arutai, the Taishi, he still has to die if he gets sick.

"Kill!"

The Tatars climbed to both sides of the bank in a panic, and Zhu Zhangui jumped out of the snowdrift and gave the order to fight.

"Kill!"

Killing cries rang out from both sides.

A soldier of the Mingshen Machine Battalion, holding a rifle that had been loaded with bayonets, let out a cry and rushed towards the shore a hundred meters away.

The soldier who rushed to the front, armed with a new rifle, pulled the trigger on the Tatar soldiers who were densely packed together.

"Bang bang bang..."

Gunshots rang out, and one by one, the cone-headed bullets, driven by gunpowder and rifling, swirled and drilled into the enemy's group.

"Puff puff..."

Bursts of blood mist, bursts of screams, resounded in the crowd of Tatars crowded together.

Due to the drop in water in autumn and winter, the river is at least two meters high from the shore.

Coupled with the thick snow on the shore and the fact that you pushed me twice, the Tatar soldiers didn't even have a chance to resist, and let the Ming army rush over to shoot mercilessly.

"Bang!"

"Bombardier, throw all the grenades in!"

One shot knocked down a guy who didn't know if it was a soldier or an officer, and while quickly loading the bullets, Zhu Zhangui shouted to the bombardier and threw all the grenades in the whole army.

The Shenji Battalion set off lightly, did not carry heavy weapons, and only had one grenade.

Zhu Zhangui's initial idea was to have the navy deliver them, but he ignored the reason for the freezing of the sea, resulting in many heavy weapons not being delivered.

In this ambush, he concentrated all the grenades in the battalion in the hands of some people, just to take advantage of this opportunity to kill and wound more enemies.

"Uh... Whew... Phew..."

After several years of research in the artisan battalion, the grenade no longer needed to ignite with a flame.

A bombardier unscrewed the lid of the grenade, poured out a small ball of mud with a fuse, and pulled it so hard that it sounded like a grenade the size of a beer bottle emitting green smoke.

"Drink!"

The bombardier roared, and a grenade weighing 5 pounds was thrown by him into a crowd of Tatars huddled together.

"Boom!"

A grenade filled with a new type of gunpowder is several times more lethal than the old one.

In the crowd of Tatars crowded together, a loud bang sounded, and seven or eight people were directly bombed and screamed again and again.

As for flying, not really.

A grenade doesn't have that big a shock wave that can send people flying, and it's not a cruise missile or an explosive pack, it relies on shrapnel to kill, not a shock wave.

Everyone wore thick clothes during this season, plus the Tatars wore most of them fur.

The lethality of the grenade is greatly reduced.

If one goes down, it is not bad to be able to kill a person, and most of them are injured.

"Three taels, six taels, nine taels."

The man who rushed out with the team saw the Tatars who were climbing up, and did not hesitate to draw his bow and shoot arrows.

As a well-known old hunter in the village, his arrows are very accurate and very fast.

The nephew next to him panicked, and just shot a crossbow arrow, and when he was loading, he had already shot three arrows.

And the arrows hit the point, and they all went to the front of the door.

"Be careful!"

Just as he was about to pull up the fourth arrow with difficulty, a rain of arrows suddenly flew from below.

Tatars are not idiots.

In the early stage, he was attacked and panicked, and when he saw so many people, he couldn't climb up for a while, and the enemy surrounded him again. They didn't want to be shot like lambs, so they directly took off their bows and arrows and fought back.

"Jingle bell... Puff puff..."

A rain of arrows flew up from under the riverbank, and the soldiers of the Shenji Battalion, who were experienced in battle, quickly dodged the rain of arrows.

The recruits who followed the first time on the battlefield did not react, and some unlucky guys were shot to the ground.

The lucky ones were blocked by the half-body armor on their bodies, and the unlucky ones were hit and fell to the ground screaming.

"Your Highness, retreat, the enemy on the left line has already climbed up."

Holding a shield, Hu Yu, who was guarding Zhu Zhangui while shooting with a revolver, noticed that the enemy on the left line had climbed up.

Hurriedly reminded loudly that Zhu Zhangui, who was shooting wildly with a rifle.

"Bang!"

One shot and another guy was put down, Zhu Zhangui glanced at the direction of the left line, and saw that many Tatars had already climbed up, and they were quickly surrounding this side, and understood that it was time to retreat.

"Behind the Shenji Camp Palace, the others retreated with the wounded and dead!"

"Woooooo

The horn of retreat sounded, and the recruits of the Ming army, who had been suppressed by the enemy's bow and arrow, immediately pulled the wounded and dead partner next to him, and desperately retreated to the rear line under the leadership of his captain.

The Shenji Battalion, which was left behind the palace, was shooting frantically, fighting for the opportunity for these recruits to retreat.

"Retreat!"

A few minutes later, seeing the recruits running into the woods, Zhu Zhangui gave an order, and led the rest of the people to retreat while fighting, and also retreated into the woods.

The Tatars, who were beaten in the face by the crackers, naturally did not let the enemy escape.

Holding a shield against the rain of bullets shot from the Shenji Battalion, he let out an angry roar and chased desperately.

"Boom, boom..."

Suddenly, bursts of explosions rang out in the Tatar pursuers.

Hundreds of Tatar soldiers, who were shrouded in explosions, were blown to pieces by thousands of pounds of ammonium nitrate explosives.

By the time the snowflakes and ice corpses fell, the enemy had already run into the woods and disappeared.

At night, Choibalsan camped.

Arutai sat on a fur blanket, stretched out his hand to bake the fire, and said with a calm expression.

"Tell me, how many people have been lost!"

Behind him, a general replied with an ugly face.

"More than 4,800 people died in this attack, and most of them were cavalry, and about 3,000 people were injured and sick, more than half of whom may not be able to carry it until dawn."

"More than 2,000 horses have been lost, and some supplies have fallen into the river and are still being salvaged."

Arutai's expression didn't change, and then asked.

"Where's the harvest!"

The general bowed his head.

What a fart.

They didn't get anything to gain except for a few broken helmets left behind by daredevils, and some broken crossbows.

Not a single prisoner was caught, not even the corpses of the enemy.

Taking a sip of the hot broth, Arutai waved his hand calmly.

"Let the clansmen rest well, recuperate their spirits, and tomorrow we will take revenge!"

No anger, no anger.

In that case, it's useless for the God of War to come.

The enemy is also clever enough to have no contact with them at all.

The Tatars have just come ashore, and the enemy side has turned around and run away, and you can't fight back if you want to.

"What is that kind of weapon, it can kill and injure our people from hundreds of paces away!"

Ursa, who was sitting on the side, looked at Arutai with hot soup in his hand.

"Muskets, weapons equipped with the Ming Army's Shenji Battalion, are of the same type as artillery."

"In the past, that kind of weapon could only hit a few dozen cloths, but later, I don't know how they studied it, and it hit hundreds of steps."

Drink the soup from the bowl in one gulp.

Arutai exhaled.

"The kind that can hit nearly 200 steps, and it's the first time I've seen it today, and it should be newly researched by them."

"Fortunately, because their cannons can't be transported in the snow, otherwise we would have suffered more casualties today."

Ursa nodded thoughtfully, then rolled her eyes slightly, leaned forward and whispered.

"We're willing to give up what we got for you this time in exchange for the way we made that weapon."

Ursa didn't beat around the bush and directly said what he wanted.

Arutai gave him a funny look.

"If I knew how to make it, I would have let my subordinates make it, and although we lack iron on the grassland, there is still iron to make these things."

Ursa had some regrets.

"That's a shame!"

Another bowl of hot soup was served, and Arutai groaned.

"Although I don't know how to make musket artillery, I have a ratio of gunpowder in my hand, and I can give it to you if you need it."

Ursa's eyes lit up.

"What do you need me to do!"

Arutai drank the hot soup while surging down.

"My people are not good at siege, and you will be the main attack in the next siege battle!"

Ursa's eyes narrowed.

This old fox wants to use his people as cannon fodder.

But at the thought of that devastating explosion, Ursa gritted her teeth.

"I can promise you, but when it comes to attacking, you must also send people to cooperate with me."

A smile appeared on Arutai's calm face, and he held up the bowl containing the broth, touching it like Ursa's.

"Your wish will come true!"

A mysterious smile appeared on Ursa's face.

"Oh, you know my wishes!"

"Haha..."

Arutai laughed and looked at Ursa.

"We're the same type of people, aren't we?"

Ursa smiled in my understanding, and picked up the bowl and touched it towards Arutai.

"Boom..."

The two bowls collided, and an earth-shattering explosion suddenly sounded in the outside world.

Immediately afterward, the earth-shattering killing cry came from outside.

"Whoa!"

Arutai stood up, angrily slammed the bowl on the ground, and pointed in the direction where the killing sound sounded and cursed angrily.

"Damn... You're not done yet! ”