Northern Borderline.
After five days and nights of discussion, Yang Yiqing finally decided on the battle plan against the Tartars and Wala.
He transferred 500,000 troops from the nine sides and divided 200,000 troops from Hami Wei to sneak into Wala.
He would lead 300,000 troops to attack the Tartars from Datong Prefecture.
Each city on the nine sides had more than ten thousand men left behind, and each city was equipped with crouching tiger cannons to prevent the Tartars and Wala people from crossing the sea and attacking the nine sides.
Yang Yiqing's battle plan had already been rehearsed countless times in his mind.
Just the map of Mobei alone, the soldiers he sent out to map it had more than a thousand casualties.
At this moment, Yang Yiqing was truly confident.
His battle plan against the Tartars and the Wala was simple and crude. He bypassed all the enemy's eyes, piloted 143 Tiger Cannons, and narrowed the encirclement.
Then, the explosion!
Yang Yiqing's preparations weren't just limited to this.
These days, he had invited dozens of Taoist priests who knew how to observe the sky to observe the weather to ensure that the northern desert would be sunny for the next half a month.
If there was rain, the Crouching Tiger Cannon would be in trouble once it got stuck in the mud.
Each of these cannons weighed about 300 pounds, and the main musket was 285 feet long. It was equipped with four sub-muskets. Once fired, it could destroy the world!
After fifteen days of marching.
Yang Yiqing's army was slowly approaching the Tartar tribe.
Many of the white tents on the plains were already clearly visible.
Yang Yiqing's face was filled with an unprecedented twisted excitement.
Huang Hua found it hard to understand why Yang Yiqing would have such an expression.
He naturally did not know what Yang Yiqing's obsession was.
He would not understand.
Yang Yiqing licked his chapped lips and said loudly,"Brothers, draw your swords! The army slowly advanced and narrowed the encirclement! When they saw the grassland tribes, regardless of age, they would be blasted!”
The 300,000 strong army formed a circle and slowly shrank towards the center of the circle.
On the grassland.
Many Tatars were singing and dancing.
Many tribes had already heard the news that the little prince had already submitted his credentials to the Ming army.
In the following period of time, they could rest and recuperate, waiting for the grass to be fat and the horses to be strong, and make a comeback.
The beautiful vision was turned into a bubble under the overwhelming artillery!
The earth was shaking!
A thunderous sound echoed across the grassland.
The sky was filled with flames.
After landing on the ground, pieces of flesh and blood were thrown into the sky along with the soil.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Cannons from all four directions fired.
A few of the 30,000 to 50,000 Tata tribes were destroyed.
However, they still did not know what had happened until they died.
The Ming army's first round of bombing had just begun.
Only then did the human purgatory on the grassland begin to show its signs.
Yang Yiqing's army was still retreating into the encirclement in an orderly manner.
There were no conspiracies. Yang Yiqing's schemes were all laid out in front of the little Tartar prince.
I, Da Ming! Rich! Cannons! There were many cannons!
The artillery fire that was free of charge began to bombard the tribe as soon as it saw it.
Although those grassland tribes were brave and good at fighting, they were very mobile.
But facing such a ferocious Great Ming Cannon, they could only look on in fear and wait for death in despair.
Some tribes even surrendered and knelt on the spot.
However, Yang Yiqing had already gone crazy.
He had already given the order that he did not need prisoners.
The number of captives on the nine sides was enough!
In other words, the cruelty of this war was no different from Baiqi's massacre of a million people.
Yang Yiqing was…exterminating his entire clan!
……
Deep in the grassland.
The little Tartar prince Batumonke was discussing the battle plan with his warriors.
The Tartars had a total of ten little princes in the Ming Dynasty. This was the fifth generation.
Of course, with Zhu Youtang's transmigration, he might be the last generation.
They didn't know that Yang Yiqing's encirclement had already shrunk to the Tartar Palace.
A few days ago, Batumengke had already submitted his credentials to Ming Tianzi.
According to the Great Ming Country's character, there was a 70 - 80% chance that they would accept the Tatars 'surrender.
This was the nature of the Han people, they were all about face and suffering!
The little prince of Tartar would not be idle at this time.
After the Great Ming launched a shocking battle in Turpan, the Tartars and Wala also felt the strong pressure from the Ming army.
Right now, the morale of both sides was extremely low.
As a last resort, the little Tartar prince pretended to be polite and dealt with the Ming Emperor.
As long as the Tartars had enough spirit, they would blow the horn of counterattack sooner or later.
Boom!
Was it an earthquake?
The little Tartar prince suddenly felt the table in the tent tremble.
He stared left and right.
However, the people around him looked at each other.
But soon, someone reacted and started to panic.
This was clearly…a cannon!
"Let's go out and take a look!"
When the little Tartar prince left the tent.
He saw an unforgettable scene.
In the sky, numerous cannons descended from the sky.
After they landed, the land was filled with grief!
The corpses of the Tartars outside had already piled up into a mountain of meat.
He couldn't believe it.
"Impossible!"
"How is this possible!"
"How can the Ming court attack?”
"How did they get past the scouts and come here?”
"The emperor of Ming Dynasty clearly received his credentials, so why did he go back on his word?”
Batumengke was completely flustered. He grabbed his trusted soldier beside him and said while peeing and defecating,""Go, go find the Great Ming Commander-in-chief and tell them that this king wants to see him! This king…can surrender!"
The bodyguard looked at the little prince as if he was looking at a fool.
Meet the commander of the Ming army?
Who do you think you are?
Do you think the Ming army is reasonable with you?
Have you seen a Ming army?
They were clearly here for the extermination of the clan!
The bodyguard ignored the little prince and ran away to find a good place to lie down.
Under Yang Yiqing's repeated bombardment, the grassland had become a living hell.
Some people tried to break out of the encirclement, but what awaited them was an overwhelming barrage of bullets.
Yang Yiqing was determined not to let anyone live on this grassland!
This plan was too vicious, so vicious that Yang Yiqing felt that he deserved to be punished by the heavens!
But so what? The hatred that had accumulated in his heart, those sons of the Ming Dynasty who had died, those Han children that he could even dream of, had once been tortured and killed by this group of beasts right before his eyes.
For them, Yang Yiqing was willing to suffer the wrath of the heavens!
The Wala tribe was in a similar situation.
On this day, blood flowed across the entire Northern Desert Plains!
On this day, the 600,000 soldiers of the Tartar Wala were all annihilated under the repeated bombardment of the Ming firearms!
On this day, just the cannonballs of the Great Ming Dynasty alone cost the country three million taels of silver!
On this day, Da Ming won a complete victory!
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