Ever since the Yuan Dynasty, the northern grasslands and even the entire northern region had been ruled by nomads.
To be precise, it had been a huge problem for the Han Dynasty since the Qin and Han Dynasties.
During the Spring and Autumn Warring States Period, Yan, Zhao, Qin, and other countries built the Great Wall to defend against foreign races.
During the Great Qin Era, Meng Tian personally led 300,000 troops and stationed them in Jiuyuan to resist the Xiongnu.
During the Han Dynasty, Huo Qubing, Wei Qing, Li Guang, and many other famous generals traveled thousands of miles to the grasslands and created the legend of the Wolf King.
The Three Kingdoms, Sui and Tang Dynasties, and even the Song Dynasty all fought against the foreign tribes of the grassland.
In the past two thousand years, almost all of the wars were against the nomads of the grasslands.
Time passed.
The Nuzhen tribe Nurhachi rose up once again in the grasslands and successively took down the Horqin tribe, Shengjing, Liaoyang, and many other military towns outside the Great Ming.
It was a dark, snowy night, and the wind was strong.
A series of ghostly wails and wolf howls came from afar. It was impossible to tell if it was the sound of the wind or the cry of a beast.
It was located in the hinterland of the Horqin Prairie, near the Ximamulun River. Tents were everywhere, and countless cattle and sheep were gathered here.
This place had become the habitat of the nomadic people.
Men, women, the elderly, and children were almost all there. Colorful yurts were scattered across the vast grassland.
As far as the eye could see, it was almost boundless.
After all, grazing required a large area. It was impossible for the cows and sheep to graze in one place.
The warhorses within the fences were sneezing, and the Qing soldiers in cloth armor were patrolling the area.
It was about thirty miles away from here.
Huo Qubing's ten thousand soldiers had already stopped. After hearing the news from the scouts, they simulated the terrain in the snow.
This reminded him of the Western Han Dynasty more than a thousand years ago.
"General, the soldiers of Huang Taiji and the Eight Banners of the Qing Dynasty are all here…"
A deputy general leaned his head in front of him."This general's intention is to see if my army can send out twenty thousand soldiers…"
"No."
Huo Qubing shook his head without thinking,"The more people there are, the more difficult it is to charge. I only want to bring five thousand people now.”
"Five thousand?"
The deputies were stunned.
"Five thousand."
Huo Qubing said in an almost certain tone,"After the Battle of Shengjing, the Houjin Army lost more than 20,000 soldiers.”
"But, General…"
The deputies looked at Huo Qubing as if he was a lunatic."According to the Lord, Meng Baqi also has tens of thousands of troops. If they suddenly send out their troops, they will have a slim chance of survival.”
"If you're afraid of death, why are you here?"
Huo Qubing snorted and stood up,"I have made up my mind. I will transfer 5,000 elites to follow me in an hour.”
"This…"
"This is a military order!"
"This general will obey!"
It didn't make sense.
Huo Qubing didn't just rely on blind confidence, he relied on skillful tactics.
The more he spoke, the more he could unleash his lightning attacks to the extreme, like the wild king in Mobile Legends, moving freely among the thousands of horses.
With this order, the deputies quickly gathered five thousand men from the ten thousand soldiers and readied themselves.
The night was dark and the snow was bright. They didn't need to light their torches. Moreover, they didn't dare to do so. Once the scouts of the Eight Banners of Manchuria saw them, they would be exposed.
…………
At the same time.
Horqin Grassland.
In one of the most magnificent tents, flags were hung and bonfires were lit up. Children were playing and women were washing clothes and cooking. It was quite a prosperous atmosphere.
However, in the tent, the group of men wrapped in thick animal skin cotton clothes could not laugh.
The tent was very big, covering an area of more than a hundred square meters. A few long wooden tables were filled with beef and mutton.
The steaming hot horse milk was placed in a container. A fire was lit in the empty space in the center of the tent, heating up the entire space.
On the shelf in the middle, there was a dried head and a few brand new tiger skins.
"Come, Khan…"
Borzigutzezhe's father, Mangus, held a cup of warm horse milk and said,""The Horqin Tribe is where it is today because of the destiny of the Great Khan Nurhachi. Now that the Han people are rampant, the Horqin Left Middle Banner will follow the Great Khan to attack the Central Plains.”
I'm full of Meng, and I'm not separated from my family.
Although the capital of the Houjin army was set in Shengjing, the Horqin tribe and the entire Mobei grassland were almost the rear of the Houjin army.
Almost all the four tribes of the Mongol Empire were loyal to the Houjin.
"These days, according to the news from the scouts, the Ming army is also at a loss about the troops in Shengjing City.”
Huang Taiji said coldly,"If we don't get rid of that Chu Feng, how can the Later Jin establish a country?"”
"I pity my daughter."
Mangus sighed sadly."Zhezhe doesn't know what's good for him. This old servant is willing to die to kill those damned Han.”
"Your Majesty!"
As he spoke, the eldest son of the emperor, Hauge, Daishan, and Jierhalang walked in from outside the tent.
"Mangguertai's corpse has been buried in the Canopy Mountains. The Prairie God will protect him.”
Amin and the others placed one hand on their chest as a gesture of courtesy.
" Three of the eight banners have been lost. Thirty thousand out of a hundred thousand soldiers have been lost. The morale of the army is very low…"
Daishan sat down next to Huang Taiji."The Dorgon brothers have been imprisoned.”
"Sigh…"
Big Yuer's father, Bu He, who had been silent all this while, stood up. He seemed to have drunk a little too much and said absentmindedly,"I know that the Great Khan is in his most difficult time. When we followed the Great Khan in our early years, we were fearless. This is the spirit of the men of the grasslands.”
"Shengjing City no longer has twenty to thirty thousand soldiers.”
Huang Taiji was also in a difficult position." That day, we couldn't take down the city. When we retreated, we heard that there were more than 100,000 troops to reinforce Shengjing. Now, there are at least 150,000."”
"So what?"
Big Yu 'er's father, Bu He, spread out his hands and said,""The Fuling of the Great Khan Tianming is still in Shengjing. My daughter, Mangus 'daughter, and the Great Khan's women and children, are they all going to be defiled by the Han people?”
"Buhe, how do you speak to the Great Khan?”
Mangus berated in horror.
"We, Borzigutt, have given all of our women to you, Aisin Gioro. Our men have also died or been injured because of you, Aisin Gioro…"
Big Yu 'er's father, Bu He, was obviously fearless.""And…and the entire Horqin tribe, all the shepherds on the grasslands, are all the subjects of the Great Khan!”
Huang Taiji's head drooped.
Ever since he had followed his father to war, this was the first time he had experienced a setback.
Hatred and anger intertwined, making him feel both helpless and helpless.
"Moo-"
"Moo-moo-"
Just as the tent was filled with gloom, ear-piercing horns were suddenly blown.
This was an enemy attack!
Everyone, including Huang Taiji, raised their heads and looked out of the tent in shock.
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