Cutting over the end of the Ming Dynasty: a dog-leg knife at the beginning

Chapter 651 The Iron Fist of Imperialism 1
The cold wind was blowing from the Mongolian plateau, and it was very cold. Li Dingguo involuntarily tightened his cotton coat and let out a breath of white air.

The bitter cold outside the Great Wall is really unbearable. The sun is still scorching hot in Wuhan, and the temperature here has dropped to less than ten degrees at night, which is unbearable.However, our future General Li has perseverance and continues to choose to fight with the army, no matter how cold it is, he has to endure it.

Around him, a large army was like a torrent, overflowing the plains, hills, and grasslands, rushing towards Yingzhou.The Tianxiong army and the Heluo new army totaled more than [-] people, each with a horse, and the horses did not stop, and the people never left their saddles. They were as fast as wind, thunder and lightning.They all rode iron-shoe horses known for their endurance and tenacity. I am afraid that only iron-shoe horses are capable of such a arduous task. They galloped two hundred miles overnight to reach the state.Of the [-] iron-hoofed horses presented by E Zhe, only a few hundred were prepared for the scouts to participate in the attack of the three-way army, and the rest were left in Datong for use as an internal mobile force. This made the generals somewhat dissatisfied, thinking that Lu Xiangsheng Too cautious.Now it seems that Lu Xiangsheng was right to be cautious. Without this group of iron-shoe horses, it would be quite difficult for the Ming army's internal mobile troops to maneuver two hundred miles in one night against the wind and sand.

The iron-shoe horse runs fast and steadily, and it is worthy of being a special war horse for the Mongolian Guards.But now this legendary Mongolian warhorse is about to fight for Mongolia's arch-enemy, the Ming army. If horses are also human, the mood of these warhorses must be very complicated.

The war horse began to pant, and Li Dingguo jumped onto the slave horse to let it breathe.His movements were exceptionally beautiful, without sloppiness, which drew applause. Someone laughed and praised: "It's amazing to have such skills at such a young age!" It was Lu Xiangsheng who spoke.In fact, with his status, it is no longer suitable for him to lead the army in battle. It is good to sit in the rear. But he insisted on leading the army to reinforce Yingzhou and wipe out the elite of Tumote in World War I. Everyone couldn't hold him back, so he had to Let him come.

Li Dingguo is quite proud: "Don't stop Lu Hou, I have worked hard and never have to go to the ground when changing horses. If there are three horses, it will not be a problem for me not to touch the ground for a few days and nights!"

Qi Polu snorted: "Who was it that complained three days ago that the crotch was cracked?"

Li Dingguo blushed, made a grimace, didn't dare to blow any more, took out the water bag and poured it down his throat... There is still a big gap between him and those regular cavalrymen, especially those Mongolian men who are on horseback. The time spent on the ground is much longer than the time spent on the ground. During the war, eating, drinking and lazing are all done on horseback. He can't do it anymore. After riding a horse for a few days, his thighs are worn out and bleeding.

A Mongolian soldier patted him on the shoulder with a smile and said, "Little guy, don't be discouraged, you will definitely become an excellent cavalryman in the future!"

Li Dingguo muttered: "I'm not discouraged..."

Lu Xiangsheng shouted: "Don't make any noise, speed up, you must arrive in Yingzhou before the fourth watch, eat at the fifth watch, and attack at dawn, let the blood of the enemy army stain the grassland red!"

The soldiers responded with a howl, then fell silent and picked up speed.

The wind is getting stronger and colder, and it is really unbearable for people to keep throwing sand on their faces.But if you can't take it, you have to take it. This is a battlefield, not a place for leisure and vacation.

At the third watch, when the wind cleared and the clouds dispersed, a full moon emerged from behind the dark clouds and hung high in the sky.With the moonlight as bright as silver, one can vaguely see a huge black shadow raised behind the horizon, and Yingzhou City is like a prehistoric monster, lying at the end of the earth.About four or five miles away from the city wall, the torches are connected one after another, as if the stars all over the sky have fallen to the earth. The horns are blared, the golden watchaws are surging, and the big flags are flying in the evening wind. The camp of the Mongolian army.The soldiers who had been driving all night let out a sigh of relief, and they finally arrived!The garrison of Yingzhou did not disappoint Lord Hou's trust, and Yingzhou City is still in their hands!
Lu Xiangsheng looked at the torch extending to the horizon and remained silent.He didn't need to go over to look at him to guess that there must be many Mongolian soldiers huddled together in the tent at this time. The Tianxiong Army had far more clothes than they did, and they didn't know how good their thermal insulation effect was. They were still in the wilderness. The cold was a bit unbearable, not to mention the thinly-clad Mongolian soldiers.Their shabby clothes couldn't even compare to a farmer in the pass. However, this group of guys who looked similar to beggars used their sabers and bows and arrows to fight against the Ming Dynasty for more than 200 years, pushing the Ming Dynasty back to the pass step by step, and even I went to the capital of Gyeonggi Province and went wild several times!It is not an exaggeration to say that they are wolves, they are indeed as ferocious and tough as wolves!
He whispered: "You are all strong fighters, unfortunately, your time has passed."

In the cold wind and under the moonlight, the body of this Confucian general who is all-rounder in civil and military affairs looks extraordinarily stalwart, like a big mountain, enough to support the sky.

In the tent, tallow candles were burning slowly, and the wind that penetrated through the gaps in the tent stretched the candle flame so long that it might be extinguished at any time.

Boyan sat stiffly on the Hu bed, the wine glass in his hand was full of rich and fragrant wine, but he didn't take a sip, just stared at the wine glass in a daze.

This wine glass is a goblet that was trafficked by business travelers from the Central Plains. It is crystal clear without any impurities. Through it, the smallest residue in the wine can be seen.This kind of beautiful thing naturally caused quite a stir on the grassland. Boyan used three horses to replace it, and handed it over to his most beloved concubine for safekeeping. Every grand festival, he always took it out and poured fine wine to show off After a while, it can always attract countless envious eyes.When he has nothing to do, he will take it out to enjoy it, the more he looks at it, the more he loves it, the more he looks at it, the more amazed.With his knowledge, even exhausting all his imagination, he can't figure out how such a beautiful thing is made. In his opinion, only the gods can create such a beautiful thing!

Oh, by the way, in addition to the gods, the ancient people in the pass can also create such beautiful things.They have a large population and countless skilled craftsmen. Soft and smooth silk, magnificent porcelain, magnificent palaces, solemn and solemn temples... These things that they can only marvel at are nothing to the Han people, and they are commonplace. .The fertile land, developed agriculture, and hundreds of millions of people gave that nation sufficient conditions to create a magnificent and exquisite civilization, while the descendants of Changshengtian only had to eat sand.The only thing they can be proud of is probably their force.Yes, they are not so creative, and most of them can't even eat enough, but they can rely on bows and sabers to grab everything they lack!That ancient nation was just like the beautiful object in his hand, delicate and beautiful, but extremely fragile, and would break if touched.

However, the tragic battles of the past few days shattered his poor pride. The wailing of dead bodies and wounded soldiers resounding through the night sky made him realize that the bows, arrows and sabers of the Mongols had lost their former glory. Magical power, they are as fragile as glass in front of the Ming army!
And the Ming army has evolved from fragile porcelain to an indestructible hammer!

Before nightfall, the tribal leaders held another meeting. Some generals who were red-eyed proposed to attack again tomorrow, but they were immediately drowned in saliva.Boyan smiled bitterly thinking of the angry and unwilling eyes of those generals.Why doesn't he want to attack again? Why doesn't he want to conquer Yingzhou and avenge the warriors who died in the battle?But we really can't fight this battle anymore, we can't win anymore... Let's just break up camp and retreat tomorrow, and go back to the grassland!As for whether he would run into the Lei Shisheng Corps, and how many people would be able to return to Ulanqab alive and be naturalized, he didn't bother to think about it. It just depended on luck.

The overlord of Tumo River suddenly raised his head and drank the fine wine in his cup.Alcoholic wine was poured into the mouth, but it brought unspeakable bitterness.He shook his head and murmured, "I wish it was the time of Genghis Khan..."

Boyan couldn't sleep, and many people couldn't sleep either.More than 2000 wounded soldiers were lying in the barracks. They lacked clothing and medicine, and could not receive medical treatment. They lay in the tents and groaned in pain. The screams made many people unable to sleep. The screams seemed to indicate a terrible fate. , making everyone frightened.The insomniac Mongolian soldier holds a scimitar in his hand, looks at the full moon in the sky, and silently prays for his own destiny.

The night was very long, and the groans of many wounded soldiers gradually became low, and then they could no longer be heard.This kind of thing is so common. In the past two days, two to three hundred wounded people were unable to survive until the next day. The first thing everyone did every morning was to clean up the bodies.But no matter what, this difficult night has finally passed, and the sky gradually reveals a glimmer of dawn, and a new day is coming.The insomniac Mongolian soldiers closed their eyes and tried hard to fall asleep.Only the devil knows what will happen today. If you don't take a break, how can you have the strength to deal with the stormy waves that may come at any time?

However, they didn't know that just as they were trying to seize the last moment to snooze for a while, three miles away, Ming Jun had already crawled out of his sleeping bag and started to eat breakfast.

Breakfast is mutton jerky and kumiss.It was freezing cold, and no fire could be made. The kumiss was as cold as ice water, and the dried mutton was as hard as an iron plate. Sent a pack of quicklime.Now everyone puts the quicklime into the small washbasin that they carry with them, and then pours water into it. When the quicklime meets the water, it releases heat, and the water boils instantly.Everyone chopped up the dried mutton and put it in a lunch box, added some water and put it in a washbasin to cook. By the way, heat the kumiss. Don’t expect the meat to be boiled until it is soft. Everyone will be satisfied.Due to lack of skill, most people’s meat is half-cooked and chewing is difficult. Fortunately, the kumiss is boiling hot, and after a few mouthfuls, the whole body becomes hot, which is really comfortable.

The breakfast is fixed, and the artillerymen are the first to finish off their own portion, and then take off the waterproof canvas covering the 120mm long barrel mortar, and start to adjust the angle by the dawn. The 85mm howitzer is too heavy and not suitable for long-distance raids. This mortar is the most ideal choice, because it only weighs 120 kilograms, and it can be disassembled into several parts. Howitzers cannot Dismantling, so this time the artillery brought eight [-]mm long barrel mortars.As the new army's favorite heavy firepower, rocket launchers will of course not be absent. The artillerymen set up thirty simple launching brackets in one go, and each launching bracket is equipped with four rounds of ammunition. In addition, there are two hundred rounds carried by the camel team. Haven't arrived yet.However, as far as the current situation is concerned, it seems that they can clean up the Mongolian army without waiting for the camel team to deliver the spare shells.

The Ming army calmly swallowed the last morsel of food and began to mount their horses.At this time, the voices in the Mongolian army camp gradually became noisy, and the sentinels began to change shifts.

Qi Polu put down the binoculars, showed a sinister smile, raised his right fist violently, made a semicircle, and then swung viciously in the direction of the Mongolian army!

The next second, artillery fire roared!

(End of this chapter)