People in the Middle Ages, draw cards to get promoted

Chapter 613 Nomadic Empire
"This token is proof!"

The man said loudly, "I am Yebushou Xiaoqi of Datong Guard. Your Majesty is besieged by the Tartar chieftain Yesen in Tumubao. Please send an envoy to rescue him as soon as possible. If you make meritorious contributions, you will be promoted to a higher position, and gold, silver and silk will be given to you."

Losa frowned and said, "Your Majesty was surrounded, but you didn't send the Imperial Guards, but sent a small flag like you to rush out for help? How do I know if you are trying to trick us and fall into the trap of the Northern Yuan Tartars?"

During the Ming Dynasty, Yebushou was a scout who specialized in conducting external reconnaissance and spying on military intelligence.

Sometimes they would also carry out such military tasks as assassinations, infiltrations, and night raids on enemy camps. These were part of the regular army organization, and many border forts and watchtowers had organizations that did not close at night.

The middle-aged man's lips were chapped, and he said angrily: "The military situation is urgent, and the night is not closed. The Jinyiwei, dozens or even hundreds of people broke out of the encirclement. I was just lucky to escape. Do you want me to find another Jinyiwei to come?"

Losa's tone softened a bit, but others couldn't stand his bad habit.

Charlie drew his weapon with a clang.

Losa waved his hand and said, "It's okay, Hans, take a water bag to this Ye Bu Shou."

The man raised the water bag, took a deep breath, and then said, "Please lead the troops and set off immediately!"

"I know you are anxious, but don't be anxious. How can you be so hasty in dealing with important military matters?"

Xiaoqi muttered to himself that this foreign prince was quite educated, and hurriedly said, "But speed is of the essence in war. Although your envoy and your majesty are on separate missions, they are closely related. The Oirat Tatars are ruthless and murderous. If your majesty's army is defeated, wouldn't your envoy also be in danger?"

"Wait a moment. When a large army is on the move, intelligence is of utmost importance. If we don't scout the enemy's movements in advance, won't it be easy for me, a few thousand men, to be swallowed up by the tens of thousands of Tartar cavalry?"

Seeing that Losa kept shirking his responsibilities, Ye Bu Shou could not help but get angry: "You are really an ungrateful person. The orthodox emperor of the Ming Dynasty has treated you with great courtesy and has bestowed many gifts and generous treatment on you. Now that His Majesty is in danger, you are still trying to shirk your responsibilities?"

Could there be a more unreliable idea than expecting a group of tribute envoys from foreign countries to rescue the emperor?
But at this moment, apart from the guards led by the foreign envoy, who else could rush to provide support?
There were only 7,000 people in the northern route of Xuanfu, and they had to be dispersed and stationed in seven forts. Even if all of them were mobilized, how long could they hold out under the hooves of the Tatar cavalry? However, this tribute envoy had an elite cavalry under his command. Although the number was limited, the combat effectiveness was very good.

"Your Majesty, I will always remember your kindness."

Losa said this, but he didn't agree in his heart.

Long En is a fart. This foreign prince is just a simple setting. What benefit did he get from Zhu Qizhen? Even if he really got it, it was nothing more than a reward of some money, at best, he hired a team of mercenaries.

As we all know, mercenaries can be relied upon and sows can climb trees.

When he played the role of Charles VII, those unpaid mercenaries were rampant in the countryside, slaughtering people indiscriminately, and were much more brutal than the invading foreign enemies.

Losa didn't care about Ye Bu Shou's verbal offense, and said calmly: "Let's talk about the current situation first. His Majesty the Emperor is surrounded in Tumubao. How much baggage and food does he have? How many people are the invading Wala Tartars? How much equipment and firearms do our army have? If we hold on to the enemy, how many days can we hold out? I don't know any intelligence. If we really march blindly and get swallowed up by the Wala Tartars, wouldn't that be a betrayal of His Majesty's grace and honor?"

Seeing that Losa's words were clear and logical, Xiaoqi gradually calmed down.

"Don't blame me, my Excellency. I was rude just now. Your Majesty personally led the Beijing Army to Tumu Fort, but was besieged by the army led by the Tartar chieftain Yesen. The situation is really critical."

Losa was puzzled. "Ha, when we set out, I heard that the Tartar soldiers were only tens of thousands, and my Great Ming Guangjing Camp had nearly 200,000 elite soldiers. How did we fall into the encirclement of the Tartar chieftain Yesen?"

He was not pretending to be doubtful, but he really did not understand the specific process of the Battle of Tumu.

According to common sense, a siege war is often fought when the enemy outnumbers us.

Although the Beijing Army was mainly composed of infantry, if it relied on chariot camps and forts for defense, how could it have fallen into the situation of being surrounded by the Oirat people who were outnumbered?

"Your Excellency does not know"

That night, Bu Shou calmed down. He knew that if Losa didn't find out the details, he would never go to rescue him, so he began to explain to Losa in an orderly manner.

After listening to the explanation of the little flag, Losa's expression became much more solemn. This was because Master Yesen had attacked all the way and had carried out several massacres with raised butcher knives after breaking into the city, which had frightened many of the city's defenders.

In Huailai, Longqing and other places, the defenders of more than ten forts fled without a fight, causing the Tatar general Alazhichang to drive straight in, cutting off the retreat route of the emperor's carriage and the elite troops of the Beijing camp, including the food supply route.

The nomadic cavalry could carry some dried meat and cheese on their saddles and march straight into the enemy's territory, raiding, looting and eating the enemy along the way, but it was very difficult for the army of the farming nation to do so.

More than 100,000 elite troops from the Beijing camp set out hastily after less than ten days of preparation, and the amount of food and fodder they carried was limited.

After their food supply was cut off by Alazhiyuan, and because nomadic cavalry occasionally sent small-scale troops to harass the march, the Ming army, which was already preparing to withdraw, was exhausted and hungry and thirsty when it arrived at Tumubao.

In addition, the Wala people were sandwiched on both sides, and their tribesmen were almost all nomadic cavalry skilled in archery and horsemanship. If he had not intervened, the outcome of the battle would have been almost predictable.

Also, this Wala man is also a powerful character.

Lothar originally thought that even if the Oirat inherited the mantle of the Northern Yuan Dynasty, it would only be a dying last dynasty, a loose tribal alliance.

Historically, after winning the Battle of Tumu Fortress but losing to Yu Qian, the army did not last long before it fell apart.

Who would have thought that it was a nomadic empire that had opened up the Western Regions and could purchase large quantities of armor from various Central Asian countries, and now had intimidated the Jurchens and the Three Doyan Guards, and had almost unified the entire northern nomadic empire!

In this battle, the cavalry led by the Oirat Grand Master Yesen had more than 50,000 soldiers, and the vanguard Alazhiyuan had more than 10,000 soldiers. If we also include the nominal Northern Yuan Khan, Toghtobukha, who was attacking Liaodong, the Oirat troops would be approaching the 100,000 mark. If such an army appeared in Europe, it would immediately be a new scourge of God.

If Constantine XI could get the help of the Oirat people, not to mention defending Constantinople and recovering Greece, even reviving Justinian's territory would no longer be a delusion.

Losa felt a pang of pain in his teeth when he heard this. The Ming army was beaten so badly at its doorstep. Although it was because the "Wala students" had only prepared for ten days and then hastily led the army to fight, it was an absolute fact that the Ming army's combat effectiveness was no longer comparable to that of its peak period.

Coupled with the command of Zhu Qizhen and the eunuch Wang Zhen beside him, it remains to be seen how much strength the Ming army can exert.

The army he brought with him included more than 200 Winged Hussars, more than 200 Imperial Knights, more than 200 armored cavalry, more than 200 Iron Pagodas, more than 500 monastic cavalry, fifty Kurdish cavalry, and less than 20 Sipahi cavalry.

The total number of cavalrymen was just over a thousand, and the gap between them and the enemy was far too large.

Even if our side has extraordinary combat power, does that mean there is no enemy?
What's more, Jeanna and the others are still missing.

...

While Losa was worrying, Jeanne had already led the team forward in the wilderness, riding her Arabian horse named Grape.

Fulin was very bored and asked, "Where are we now?"

Prajna thought for a moment and replied, "It should be in the Tatar steppe."

Lavinia asked, "Ms. Fulin, didn't you put a mark on Losa? The same mark you put on Miss Nina. It's so open here, without even a reference point. How are we supposed to make peace with him?"

Fulin shook her head: "My lord, he doesn't want me to put a mark on him."

Jeanne, who was riding on horseback, rolled her eyes secretly. Of course, I can't let you put the mark, otherwise you will find that Losa will stay in her room for a long time every day or every few days, right?

Jeanna said casually, "Don't worry, according to the rules, we just need to follow the path ahead and we will run into it in no time."

Fulin snorted coldly, "Bullshit, didn't we send the message directly to Texas last time? It's a million miles away from where the adults are."

Jeanna shrugged: "Anyway, we met in the end, didn't we?"

"There's a small castle ahead!"

Cherinina suddenly spoke and pointed into the distance. Although only a small bulge could be seen with the naked eye, everyone present was not an ordinary person, so naturally they also saw the castle that Cherinina mentioned.

A little closer.

The small castle also revealed its full appearance.

It is really small and built on a small hill, looking very shabby.

Fulin frowned. "It's so shabby. Not to mention the castle of our Blood King's Court, even the castles of medieval nobles are better than this."

"This is not a castle, it's a watchtower, a lookout for scouting enemy movements. The garrison usually consists of only a dozen people."

Prajna explained in a low voice.

When she was the gatekeeper of hell, there was a colleague who had just arrived a few hundred years ago. He was a new ghost transformed from the soul of the dead, and was a general of the Ming Dynasty. Therefore, she had some understanding of these things.

(End of this chapter)