My surname is Wang, my neighbor Wu Dalang

Chapter 494

Nominally, the vast area including Kuoruduo City and Ketun City were the original jurisdiction of the Liao territory, but now they all belong to the Kingdom of Jin.

However, as the national war between the Kingdom of Jin and Dayan gradually deepened, the Jin people began to gradually shrink their formation. For the barren and practically unoccupied area of ​​Mobei, the Jin people's strategy was to temporarily rely on the Mongolian tribes to rule it.

Because the Jin people's military strength is insufficient.

And the tribes of Mobei Mongolia have always been rebellious and rebellious ethnic groups.

Unless there is a unilateral military crush, it is difficult for the Mongols to sincerely submit.

Recently, the Jin people have plans to canonize the Tatar tribe as the Khan of various Mongolian tribes.

Wu Qimai meant that he wanted to use the Tatar Mongols to replace the Kingdom of Jin to control the various ministries of Mongolia.

And the Tatars obviously failed the plan of the Jin Kingdom, so they had close contacts with the Jin people, playing the banner of submitting to the Great Jin.

From the standpoint of Wang Lin and Dayan, Wu Qimai's decision was quite stupid.

A scattered Mongolian tribe is actually nothing to worry about, but a unified Mongolian tribe is quite scary.

This is because of different perspectives and different footholds in viewing problems.

The Jin people want to win over the various tribes of Mongolia and use them as a weapon against Dayan, but Wang Lin wants to spare no effort to dismantle the foundation of Mongolia's unification.

This is the reason why Wang Lin killed Hebuler on the grounds of disrespect.

And this is even more so because of personally committing danger and leading Wanqi Yujia to conquer Mobei.

To lure the Mongols to gather in Yanbei and annihilate them, to put it bluntly, it is because of this.

When Wang Lin led his troops to repair in the Dalan Oasis, the tragic battle between the Yanbei Yan Army and the Mongolian Allied Army had already been settled.

The [-] cavalry under Bor Jijin's troops were wiped out.

An Bazi who tried to escape back to Kuoruduo City was attacked and killed by the Yan army.

Dun Bi Nai led the remnants into the hinterland of Yanbei, and was beheaded by Han Shizhong's general Wu Zhong in the wilderness.

Five thousand cavalry under the Naiman tribe were annihilated in Yunnei, and the eldest prince Zhilugu of Naiman was captured.

As for the second prince of the Qiyan tribe, Guan Hai, he led the remnant of the Qiyan tribe, that is, two to three thousand people from his personal guard tribe, to surrender to Dayan, and became the first racial betrayer in the history of the Mongols.

The remaining [-] cavalry of the Qiyan tribe were wiped out by the regiment.

In the morning of the next day, according to the emperor's will, Yan Jun built a large-scale Jingguan with the heads and corpses of the Mongols in the direction of Daqingshan in the north of Wuchuan, rammed the soil, and erected a monument to commemorate it, which constituted a deterrent to the Mongols.

The news that the three Mongolian tribes invaded Yanbei and were gathered and wiped out by the Yan army in the field of Wuchuan quickly spread among the Mongolian tribes and the Mobei grassland.

The fact that the blood is as cruel as blood has made all the Mongolian ministries panic.

Subsequently, 20 Western troops guarded Yanbei, Mobei in the north, and Youyan in the east.After expelling the Jin army and annihilating the invasion of the three Mongolian tribes, the situation in Yanbei has been completely stabilized.

And taking advantage of the prestige of these two battles, the army of the Yan army swept away the traces of the Yanbei Plateau belonging to the Jin and Liao people like the autumn wind sweeping away the fallen leaves.

The Yanbei court has brought Yanbei into the actual administrative jurisdiction of Hedong Road.

Han Shizhong, on the other hand, led 5 troops in his headquarters to escort the Mongolian high-level prisoners of war, such as Zhilugu, the eldest prince of the Naiman tribe, and Guan Hai, the second prince of the Qiyan tribe, all the way north, heading straight for Ketun City.

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Dalan Oasis.

The brocade-clothed cavalry who had been resting here for two days slaughtered Mongolian cattle and sheep on the oasis, and cooked them in a big pot, with yellow potato pieces rolling in the pot, and the cakes in their mouths were even more delicious than those from Yushanfang in Zhending City. The emperor called it a compressed biscuit, and his face was full of joy.

No soldier thought about where the quartermaster got the supplies, anyway, it was a gift from the emperor.

They ate to their heart's content, and what filled their hearts was their reverence for the emperor, as well as their incomparable sense of pride as Dayan's brocade cavalry and the emperor's pro-army.

I don't know how long ago, the Han people's deep-seated fear of alien races outside the Great Wall has disappeared.

Wang Lin galloped up to the beach of the oasis, looking at the direction of Ketun City hundreds of miles away.

The vast desert is barren, and the cold north wind blows like a knife.But Wang Lin's heart was extremely hot.

At this moment, he is so close to Fenglang Juxu and Lema Yanran. Although this is only a formal occupation, the current Dayan is not yet able to hold on to this area for a long time and make it prosperous.

But it is enough to boost the confidence of Dayan's military and civilians.

At the very least, the Mongolian ministries must be afraid of the Yan army, so that they will never dare to invade the border of Dayan again, so as not to drag their legs in the national war between Dayan and Jin.

As long as Dayan destroys the Kingdom of Jin, the Mongolian ministries will be the meat on Wang Lin's chopping board.

The kind of genocide, the subjugation and massacre that Temujin had tried time and again, Wang Lin thought to himself that he couldn't do it.

But as a time traveler, standing on the shoulders of history, Wang Lin is well aware of the connotation that people who are not of our race must have different hearts, and he will never be merciless when he should be cruel.

Those who obey me prosper, those who oppose me perish.

What surprised Wang Lin was that the Mongols' involution was more serious than he had imagined.

He led his army to sweep hundreds of miles into the heartland of the Mongols in Mobei, and the Mongolian ministries did not even organize a decent counterattack or resistance.

In Wang Lin's original plan, he wanted to lead his army to fight to the death with the Qiyan tribe of Mongolia in Dalan, but judging from the current situation, the Qiyan tribe probably didn't dare to raise their clan to attack.

Of course, Wang Lin was still full of vigilance.

The Qiyan tribe on the front and the Tatar tribe on the right are both powerful Mongolian tribes.

Yang Yizhong's brother and sister led more than a hundred guards at the foot of the slope.

Yang Yizhong stared at the tall and straight figure of the emperor not far away, with indescribable awe on his face.

The closer he was to the emperor, the more he felt that the emperor was shrouded in a mysterious halo.

And Yang Yue'er raised her eyebrows lightly on her pretty face. In her heart at this moment, the emperor is her god, an omnipotent god, and of course he is also a strange man who fascinates her. His back is so stalwart.

She wished she could melt her whole body and mind into this man's chest.

Yan Qing led a team of Jinyiwei to gallop there, and sent the Jinyiwei's military report on the battle situation in Yanbei.

Holding the military newspaper, Yang Yue'er galloped up to the beach. At this time, the north wind was stronger.

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Kuoruduo City was originally the royal city of the Uyghurs, where the Uyghurs established their country for a short time and then abandoned it.

During the period of the Liao people, this place was the core place where the Liao people controlled Mobei. After the fall of the Liao Kingdom, under the indulgence of the Jin people, it was occupied by the Mongolian Borjijin tribe.

In fact, Kuoruduo City is said to be a city, and it may not even be as good as a castle in the Central Plains.From Yanqing's point of view, this Kuoruduo city is not as good as Zhujiazhuang at the foot of Shuibo Liangshan.

A jade belt-like Ernai River flows behind the city of Kuoruduo, which is the source of life for the Mongolians to thrive in this oasis.

The high and low intermittent city walls are still the traces of the Uyghurs many years ago. The buildings in the city are all low and dilapidated, and most of them were also built by the Uyghurs.

There are several big tents in the city, which are the residence of the leader of Borjijin and the chiefs of various tribes.

At this moment, the city of Kuoruduo is under the command of Hesa, the youngest son of Dunbinai, but the little prince of Borjijin has very poor subordinates at present, with only less than 2000 troops.

Although there are nearly [-] nomadic clansmen living in various parts of the oasis outside the city, the adult Dingkou in each household who is capable of fighting has already been conscripted into the army, and Dun Bi Nai and his son went to conquer Yanbei.

Hebuler and his son were killed, and the [-] Mongolian coalition forces were wiped out in the Yanbei area of ​​Yan State. The news that the second prince Guanhai of the Qiyan tribe and the eldest prince Zhilugu of the Naiman tribe were captured was sent back to Kuoruduo City. For the Borzhijin family, it is tantamount to a catastrophe.

Hesa sat in the tent with dull eyes, not saying a word.

Even though the current Borjijin family has no powerful foreign enemies and is not in danger of being annexed by the Qiyan tribe, what his father Du Bi Nai left him is still a mess.

The adult Dingkou died in the war, and only the old and weak women and children were left in the clan. How could they survive in this bitter cold Mobei?

How can we keep the tribal banner of Borjijin from falling?
Not only that, the news that the Yan army swept across Mobei was invincible. It was said that the Yan army's tens of thousands of troops were less than a hundred miles away from Kuoruduo City, and the little prince of Hesa ​​even lost his mind to lead his troops to flee.

Winter is coming, leading the old and weak women and children to leave the oasis habitat is a dead end.

The wolves on the grasslands and the wolves of the various tribes of Mongolia are much more terrifying than the Yan people.

His confidant and big boss, Jamsar, bowed into the tent, looked at the little prince with gloomy eyes, and couldn't help sighing: "Little prince, the Yan people are only tens of miles away from Kuoruduo, the sky is full of smoke and dust, the grassland Everyone is shaking, it is obviously a large army, at least tens of thousands of people!"

In fact, the Yan army only had 5000 people.

Hesa didn't want to say a word at this time, and his eyes became even more bleak.

He originally thought that the target of the Yan people was the Ketun city of the Qiyan tribe on the other side, but he didn't expect that the Yan people came to Kuo Ruduo specifically for picking soft persimmons.

The tribes outside the city began to scramble to gather in the dilapidated city.

Those who really couldn't enter the city set up Mongolian yurts next to the city, as if this would bring them a great sense of security.

But very few people voluntarily escaped from the Krudo Oasis.

There is no other reason. Fleeing into the depths of the desert in the cold and long winter, facing the invasion of wind and snow and the devouring of wild wolves, is more dangerous than staying in Koruduo.

After a long time, Hesa ​​said dumbly: "Zamsar, what should we do? Father Khan and elder brother took away all the tribal warriors, but they still died under the sword of the Yan army. With us old, weak, sick, How can we fight against the tiger-like Yan army?"

Jamsar hesitated for a while, then lowered his voice and said: "Little prince, at this moment, the only way to keep Bo'er is to surrender to the Yan people."

Hesa smiled wryly: "We are already mutton in the Yan people's pot, will they accept our surrender?"

Jamsar bowed and said: "Little prince, my subordinates have gathered the tribe's cattle, sheep and property, and selected a hundred beautiful women..."

Hesa was silent for a long time, then staggered up and waved his hands and said: "Let's go, Jamsar, let's surrender to the Yan people. Even if I die, we must keep the old, weak, women and children of the tribe and these children. With them , Bor only has a tinder of hope."

(End of this chapter)