I'm really not the carpenter emperor

Looking at the majestic Chahanhot City in front of him, Zhang Wanbang was a little distracted.

In fact, the Datong Army had long since lost the meaning of raid operations. If it weren't for the Chahar people, they wouldn't have thought that they would cross the river in such a short period of time, and they might be ambushed at the mouth of the river.

Therefore, Zhang Wanbang first conducted a careful survey of the surrounding area, and decided to send a small group of cavalry to wipe out the small tribes surrounding the city one by one before attacking the city.

Most of the men in these small tribes were recruited by Lin Danhan, and now they have no resistance at all.

After the Ming army crossed the river, they began to clean up the surrounding areas of Chahanhot, finding out the situation while checking for hidden dangers.

These small tribes without a main force were defeated when they encountered the Datong cavalry. Although they resisted tenaciously, the morale of the army was lost and the situation was irreversible.

The Ming army is all elite cavalry, and the terrain is plain, like a thunderstorm on the ground, pouring out the resentment of the past few days, attacking and killing around Chahanhaote like a wind and clouds.

A group of Ming troops broke into a small tribe of dozens of yurts, as if entering a deserted land, they would chop and kill everyone they saw.

While killing, some cavalrymen threw down their torches and fled away.

Soon, the fire broke out.

Dozens of small tribes in the east and west were successively disintegrated under the thunderous attack of the Ming army.

It's just that they don't know if their longevity can be harvested.

The Chahanhot city chosen by Lin Dan Khan is indeed easy to defend and difficult to attack, and the surrounding terrain is gentle, which is also very suitable for Mongolian cavalry to conduct mobile operations.

Chahanhot is located on the south side of Daxing'an Mountains. It belongs to the flat grassland with lush water and grass. The north and south are vast grasslands, backed by five famous hills of small and large mountains.

Most of these hills are surrounded by dense forests, which are very suitable for setting up ambush.

After observation, Zhang Wanbang found that the valley to the east of Chahanhot City can lead directly to the Horqin Grassland, and if it goes north, it can directly reach the Chechens in Mobei.

As for the Hulun Buir Grassland at the foot, it is also a natural pasture. It is difficult to imagine that the old nest of the Chahar Department is located in such a place.

The Datong cavalry crossed the river in the afternoon, and under Zhang Wanbang's order, they were not in a hurry to attack Chahanhaote.

This killing continued until the next morning.

In the early morning, the sun rises, and the first ray of sunlight shines on the fertile Hulunbuir Grassland, but what greets us is a dead silence.

Er Zhe pressed his hand on the city wall, gritting his teeth with hatred.

"Thousands of people, there are more than a thousand of these Ming troops? Ten thousand people can't stop them!"

"What about Chaerhan, tie him here and cut the sacrificial flag for me, this guy who is greedy for life and afraid of death, thanks to me I still regard him as an eagle on the grassland!"

At this time, a minister ran over: "I can't find it. Chaerhan has disappeared since last night. I think he escaped from the city and went to Horqin or the Chechen Ministry!"

"Korqin has been destroyed by the Ming Dynasty, he can only flee north to Chechnya!" E Zhe slammed his fist on the city wall.

Seeing the cavalry of the Ming army criss-crossing the Hulun Buir Grassland, slaughtering his own people everywhere, but he was helpless, filled with hatred and fear in his heart.

More than [-] small tribes were slaughtered overnight, and the cavalry of the Datong Army even cut their sabers.

There was silence outside the city of Chahanhot, and the north wind was blowing, but only ghosts were crying and whimpering. Last night, the cavalrymen of the Ming army were still tireless.

As soon as the sun shines, it stops, and a burst of tiredness rushes into my heart.

Zhang Wanbang was not in a hurry, he ordered the whole army to set up a camp outside the city of Chahanhot, and used the remaining seventy or so Suppression Cannons to aim at the gate of the city in front of them.

According to his order, the whole army must have a good meal and prepare to attack Chahanhot in the middle of the night!

……

In the middle of the night, the whole army of the Datong army pulled out their camps and marched towards Chahanhaote city with the Zhenlu artillery. Zhang Wanbang specially set up a battalion as a rear army to prevent the Chahar tribes from gathering and attacking. .

After the army had traveled about a mile, a sentry came to report on a flying horse:

"Commander, there is no one in the city of Chahanhot!"

Zhang Wanbang was taken aback, could it be that the Chahar Department ran away at night, or was this an empty plan?

"Send more sentry cavalry, and explore in other directions!"

When the army came to the city, Zhang Wanbang carefully watched the top of the city. At this time, several sentries came and reported what they found in other directions.

"Commander, a large number of hoof prints were found in the north!"

"There is also in the east!"

Hearing the news, Zhang Wanbang was just sure. Seeing that all the surrounding tribes had been slaughtered by him, Zhang Wanbang was too timid to defend the city, so he ran away overnight.

He smiled coldly and said:

"With such guts, dare to fight Daming?"

"There's no need to chase after them. The Chahar tribe lost their capital, and the tribe is scattered. Sooner or later, they will perish. This time it will be cheaper for them. Let's go to the city!"

Chapter 762 Three Lights Policy

The wind in May, warm and cold at first, blows on the vast grassland around Chahanhot, but it can only welcome a lot of bloody breath.

Thousands of corpses were exposed on the grassland. On one side of their white tent, cattle and sheep were scattered, and horses had no owners, gnawing on the grass. They didn't notice that the people who kept them in captivity were all lying in a pool of blood at this moment.

In the direction of Chahanhot City in the distance, the Vajra White City that the Chahar people are proud of, the last capital of the Mongol Empire, billowing thick smoke rose into the sky.

On this day, the peace-loving Central Plains people seem to have become so-called murderers.

"It deserves..."

There was a sound of horseshoes, and a group of Ming army cavalry under the banner of Zhang Zi passed by like a gust of wind, without stopping, and seemed unwilling to look at it.

Not long after the cavalrymen of the Ming army left, a woman's body covered with colorful Mongolian clothes squirmed slowly, and a small blood-stained hand stretched out.

A 12-year-old Mongolian girl from an unknown tribe got up, stared blankly at the dead silence in front of her, and lowered her head to see that the people lying around were all people she was familiar with in the past.

Many years ago, this tribe followed Lin Dan Khan to plunder Xuanfu and Datong many times, and even now, they take the initiative to send troops to assist.

These self-proclaimed brave warriors left their wives, children, and children to go out to plunder, never thinking that such a day would come.

The survival of the Hebu may have been doomed since that day.

"Da Ming Wansheng!"

"Da Ming wins!!"

When Er Zhe heard that the Ming army was attacking, he played his cowardly character in history, chose to flee overnight, and handed over the century-old capital to the Ming army.

At this moment, countless soldiers of the Datong Army were waving their swords and guns and shouting.

Its sound, its momentum, pierced the sky, and went straight into the hearts and lungs of the remaining Chahar people in the city, making them tremble and unable to calm down for a long time.

Zhang Wanbang raised the wild goose-wing knife, looked at the surroundings that became quiet in a blink of an eye, and said:

"After so many years, I, Da Ming, have finally typed it out again. This is not due to me, Zhang Wanbang, but to all of you!"

As he spoke, Zhang Wanbang looked around the crowd with his fists clasped, from east to west, and raised his voice and shouted:

"Thank you for your contributions!"

"Thank you general for leading us to make great achievements!" All the soldiers of the Datong Army were infected, and they raised their swords and guns and shouted loudly.

Since Zhu Yuanzhang established the Ming Dynasty in 1368 to the present in 1626, the Ming Dynasty and the Mongolian Yuan Dynasty fought fiercely for several centuries. Finally, today, the Datong Army led by Zhang Wanbang captured the last capital of Mongolia, Chahanhaote!

Although it was an empty city, it was of great significance to the Ming Dynasty, Zhang Wanbang and even the entire Ming army.

Taking down Chahanhot is to completely declare the demise of the Mongolian Yuan Empire that started from the Temujin era!

Zhang Wanbang lifted the sweat tent of the Mongolian Great Khan and led all the generals in. He came to the front of the Mongolian Great Khan's seat and touched the eagle on it.

Then, just like that, Khan was overturned to the ground!

As the eagle symbolizing Mongolian Khan power fell to the ground and shattered, the Ming army outside the tent cheered again, because they all knew that they had won.

After this battle, Monan and Mobei are settled, and there is no hidden danger in northern Xinjiang!

The rest are the Mongolian tribes who have bowed their heads to the suzerain of the Ming Dynasty. These tribes have either been feared by the Ming Dynasty, or they are weak and deceitful and need to find a backer.

Obviously, in today's Asia, apart from Daming, no other country can afford this backer.

"Hahaha……"

"Exhaust, exhale."

"Yeah, we did."

All the generals looked at each other with smiles all over their faces.

Zhang Wanbang picked up the torch in the sweat tent and threw it on the ground. Soon, the fire broke out rapidly and swept through most of the sweat tent.

Everyone withdrew, looking at the fire rising into the sky, their faces were full of hope for the future.

Zhang Wanbang led the crowd out of the sweat tent, climbed up to the city tower of Chahanhot, looked around, and saw the surrounding mountains undulating, clear water flowing, and thick green spreading endlessly on the ground.

This reminded him of a line in a poem, Lan Tian's sun is warm and jade produces smoke.

The sky is tile blue, and the clouds are snow white.Everything was so fresh and pleasing to the eye, Zhang Wanbang felt an unprecedented sense of comfort and joy in his heart.

With Er Zhe's escape, there are no Chahar tribesmen in Chahanhot who are still resisting, and now, the hundreds of thousands of Chahar tribesmen have become an urgent problem that needs to be solved.

Zhang Wanbang only issued a military order to take away the young Chahar woman and young children.

This means that everything else is ignored.

The officers and soldiers of the Ming army of the Datong army all had a tacit understanding, and they searched around the city happily, just like those times in the past when the Mongolian tribes went south to invade the invaders.

Regardless of the court tents of the princes and ministers of various ministries in Chahar, or the houses of ordinary herdsmen, cattle, sheep and horse pens, no matter whether there were people inside, they were all smashed open with big stones and kicked away by excited Ming soldiers.

Gold, silver, jewelry, cattle, sheep, horses, camels, scimitars, bows and arrows, and even exquisite boots and saddles from the Chahar Department, but everything that can be found was stuffed into cloth bags by the Datong Army. A carriage found in the city.

In addition, the grain that Chahar kept in the warehouse for the winter, as well as the supplies he had purchased from merchants, were also robbed this time.

War is always the easiest way to make money.

In the world, not only the Chahar people understand this truth, but the Han people understand it better, and they also know another truth, that a weak country has no diplomacy, and it is necessary to cut grass and roots.

When the Ming Dynasty became strong and prosperous, the Han people had a foothold in the whole world.

Seeing the continuous stream of soldiers looting the loot, Zhang Wanbang stood on the street and said: "Decree, demolish all the tents, warehouses, and don't leave a single house for the Western captives!"

"Establish captive artillery outside the city, bombard the city wall, destroy as much as you can!"

Looking at the soldiers who passed the order down, Zhang Wanbang murmured: "I want to make this Chahanhot city never built again!"

Although the Datong Army has fallen into almost paranoid looting, Zhang Wanbang's order was quickly implemented once it was conveyed.

The soldiers of the Ming army began to destroy Chahanhot City with great enthusiasm as if they were engaged in battle. More than 1 people smashed things at full speed and demolished house tents when they saw them.

Seeing that the tents were tidied not long ago, and the prosperous Mongolian capital gradually turned into a pile of ruins, Zhang Wanbang felt extremely happy.

However, at this moment, a soldier ran over, half kneeling and said: "Commander, I found hundreds of women captured!"

The Chahar Tribe has gathered various tribes for many years, and went south to invade the Bian to fight grass valleys. More than [-] people were taken away, and most of them have never been heard from.

Even in the capture of Chahanhot City this time, not much was found.

Zhang Wanbang was wondering, and immediately rushed over upon hearing this.

Chapter 763 Zhu Youxiao Wants to Run

The soldiers led him to the north side of Chahanhot City, where there were many tents lined up here and there, and the surrounding area was controlled by the soldiers of the Datong Army.

However, their expressions all looked a little angry.

Before getting close, Zhang Wanbang smelled a lot of feces and urine. He turned over, covered his mouth and nose, and walked slowly towards these dilapidated tents.

Opening the roller blind, the sunlight came in, and Zhang Wanbang was taken aback, but in front of him were a dozen women in the customs who were huddled in the corner of the tent.

At this time, the soldiers had tears in their eyes, and sighed: "Commander, they want to die, and the humble staff finally stopped them, and they persuaded them by talking hard."

Zhang Wanbang approached slowly, but it made these women curl up inward, all of them were disheveled and disheveled, very pitiful.

Seeing them like this, Zhang Wanbang felt a sharp pain in his chest, and took a few steps back.

"Master—!"

Zhang Wanbang signaled that he was fine, pointed at them, and said in a trembling voice, "They... why are they like this?" After saying that, he punched the wooden pillar again, saying:

"This commander should really lead his troops to hunt down and kill that Erzhe's head!"

At this time, General Wang Pu smiled wryly and said: "Commander, they are not bad, but the Chahar barbarians only regard them as two-legged sheep and drive them into hard labor."

"The last general heard that those women who were captured for slavery in Liaodong were truly miserable...by comparison..."

Indeed, the women leaned on each other, and although their eyes had long lost the light of the past, they did not suffer much physical torture.