Chapter 455: The End of the Side

Chen Yongfu tied the buckle on his shoulder armor tightly, reached out and touched several combined places. After confirming it, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart that the things in Jiaozhou Camp are indeed good.

Just talking about this armor, a few very simple pieces of iron plate splicing are much more useful than scale armor and ring arm armor. Such armor, bows and arrows are not useful when shooting into the gaps of the armor by chance, and swords are not very useful. Even if you use a spear, if you don’t assassinate it hard, you may have cut it open.

Why didn't the Ming Dynasty build such a simple thing? Of course, Chen Yongfu, the general of Datong, would not know that such armor would be impossible to promote without hydraulic machinery.

How could it be so wide that it can be built with a handcrafted blacksmith? For example, looking at the cavalry behind and around you, most of them wear helmets and armor. Of course, the armor of many cavalry is not iron cans like Chen Yongfu, but just hanging the deck on the front chest, and there are armor on the wrists and shoulders, which is enough to protect most of the oncoming damage.

Datong General Chen Yongfu looked at the big flag on Zhenqiang Fort, waved his legs and knocked his mount, and the brigade of cavalry began to move towards the grassland.

At the beginning of the army's operation, there will naturally be no speed of action. After all, the target is very far away this time and horsepower is needed to be saved. Chen Yongfu took the helmet handed over by his personal soldiers, held it in his hand and closed the armor in his hand. He laughed and said:

"When Ningyuan Bo Li Rusong led three thousand soldiers to attack the Tuman, I just hope that our actions will not follow the footsteps of Mr. Li today."

After saying this, no one laughed. What Chen Yongfu said was Li Rusong, the son of Li Chengliang, the general of Liao Town, who succeeded his father. The Li family in Liao Town was the largest general in the middle and late Ming Dynasty. At its peak, there were more than 8,000 servants, and it was the first-class military force in the Ming Dynasty.

However, these more than 8,000 servants died and injured in the three major expeditions in Wanli, and gradually weakened. Li Rusong was also a general who likes to take risks.

When he was the general of Liao Town, his last battle was to lead three thousand soldiers to attack Tuman Khan on the grassland, which is the Chahar tribe. He thought it was the place of the golden tent and would not have much defense in his spare time.

Who would have thought that if he could not die, he would catch up with the other party's congress. Almost the forces of the Chahar tribe were concentrated here on this day. Although Li Rusong's elite soldiers could not withstand the siege of tens of thousands of herders and cavalry. In the end, he was defeated and died and was posthumously named Ningyuan Bo by the court.

The general of Liao Town, Li Rusong, was almost the last method of the Ming court to shock the Mongolian and Jurchens in the northern part. Nurhaci was Li Chengliang's adopted son back then. When he saw Li Rusong, he would respectfully call him the eldest brother and dare not be disrespectful. However, as soon as Li Rusong died, the last three thousand elite soldiers died in the battle of the Tumans, and the situation in the northern part collapsed suddenly.

These examples of Li Rusong are widely circulated among the generals of the Ming Dynasty. The so-called geese were blinded by their eyes instead of being pecked. This is a vivid portrayal.

What I did today is really no different from what Li Rusong did. No wonder Chen Yongfu, the general of Datong, complained about himself here.

General Yang Chengzu brought his helmet beside him and closed his armor. Hearing Chen Yongfu's self-deprecation, he opened his mouth but did not respond. He just immediately bowed his fists and bowed. He turned his horse's head and accelerated his return to the formation. This large-scale action was a combination of several troops that had not been subordinate to each other in the past, so he naturally had to come and command it personally.

Of course, Yang Chengzu was contemptuous and disdainful to Chen Yongfu's words. When Yang Chengzu was under Luo Rucai's seat, he fought many battles with officers, soldiers, infantry and cavalry, with more victory than loss than loss. He subconsciously looked down on Chen Yongfu and the combat effectiveness of the cavalry he led.

After Yang Chengzu returned, he cursed with his close friends in western Henan dialect:

"A war is coming, as the chief general, I can't believe in his three thousand cavalrymen!"

Among the 4,000 people Yang Chengzu brought, there were only more than 600 cavalrymen. This time they were all brought. The main force was more than 3,000 cavalrymen in Chen Yongfu, so it was no wonder that he said this.

Chen Yongfu finished mocking himself. Zhang Kun, the deputy general beside him, smiled and said:

"President Chen is worried. Today, the red flag is dancing here. It is certain that the place where the Tumote's golden tent is located will not exceed 4,000 cavalry, the Jiaozhou camp has more than 1,000 elite cavalry, three thousand in the hands of the lord, and six hundred in the hands of General Yang Shen. It was unexpected again, enough to achieve our goal."

Among the soldiers and horses in Jiaozhou Camp here, most of them were infantrymen. The two hundred people brought by Zhang Kun were cavalrymen. When Wei Li and Wang San arrived from Yanzhou, they also brought 800 cavalrymen. On the contrary, Chen Yongfu's side had more cavalrymen. Chen Yongfu ran around Henan to put out the fire when he was running around because there were too many horses in his hands and could maneuver everywhere.

When Datong General Chen Yongfu heard Zhang Kun's words, he smiled and did not respond. He rode his horse and walked forward in a small step. On the road between Zhenqiang Fort and the Hanerhai, there were two pre-arranged relay points, which were large convoys of merchants in other places. The forage and supplies there could allow the horse team to rest and replenish halfway.

This is also the reason why horses can trot when they leave Qiang Fort. Chen Yongfu's own direct troops are placed together with more than a thousand cavalrymen from Jiaozhou Camp, so Zhang Kun is next to Chen Yongfu. Chen Yongfu was silent for a while, but still couldn't help but speak:

"Tumot's troops have nearly 100,000 people. Our 5,000 people rushed over, but they only had a slight advantage. Chen De had already gone to the Duke of Qi Guard. Chen's family was already in Kaifeng. Although Chen's Yu soldiers were not as good as the general's Hu Ben, they were also soldiers who could fight. Why should they be consumed in this bitter and cold place?"

After hearing Chen Yongfu's words, Zhang Kun finally understood why the general of Datong was so nervous. After a little stunned, Zhang Kun laughed and said with a smile:

"Mr. Chen, you're thinking too much. If you really consume your troops, why should my Duke send me and Wei Li to die? Mr. Oman doesn't have to go there."

At this time, Chen Yongfu's face armor had already been put down, and he couldn't see clearly his face change. Zhang Kun was so bold that he shouted in the cold wind:

"Mr. Chen, don't worry, the gold tent of the Tumote tribe is located is extremely empty, with 120,000 kilograms of salt. How could these Tartars not be moved? If we could see our plan clearly, he would not be Tumote Khan, and he would have been the sweat of the entire grassland."

After all, Chen Yongfu was not a general in the Jiaozhou camp system. The intelligence system of this era was very uncertain. When Li Rusong sneaked into the Tuman tribe and received news from the local area, the golden tent was empty. Attacking the location of the Jinguan Wang Khan on the grassland, the location of the large tribe, the golden tent, was almost a taboo for border generals.

Hearing Zhang Kun's words so confident. Chen Yongfu couldn't say anything else, so he rode his horse forward with his head down, while Zhang Kun didn't even hold his face armor. The bitter cold wind seemed to make him feel quite comfortable, his face was full of excitement. He ran to the front of the Shanyu for a long distance, so that he could be a great man in the Han family.

Moreover, this is about 70 miles away from Maoerzhuang and more than 100 miles away from the Hanerhai. Only if both of them have been confirmed will the red flag be waved in front of Zhenqiang Fort, if not. There are other colors of flags waving.

The battle was in full swing near Maoerzhuang. To be more precise, four teams were in full swing, and they were slaughtering and forming local formations. Wearing heavy armor, holding long swords and axes, we swung them up and chopped and killed them, which made the Mongolian cavalry, who were originally extremely chaotic, even more collapsed.

More than 20,000 people were hugged together, and they were blooming in the center. So many people gathered together could not disperse easily, and they could only be passively cut and killed to death.

The four doors of the four platoons were not closed as they were released. Just now, the musket soldiers stood in the car with muskets and trotted out of the car, and stood on standby on the outside of the car. Someone carried cannons from the car with all their might, and stood in a row in a row.

In the middle of the chariot array, dozens of soldiers were busy for a while and landed the observation deck on two large trucks that were raised, making them look farther and clearer.

When the local team with swords and axes took 150 or 60 steps, the speed slowed down. The shooting of firearms like storms stopped, and the Mongolian cavalry, who were a little bit inclined to fight. Most people think that the attacks of these firearms in the Ming Dynasty were one-time.

The Tumote tribe and the nearby Mongols did not participate in the fifth battle to enter the pass of the Qing Dynasty. They did not know the power of Shandong's soldiers and horses and firearms.

Besides, who knew that there would be Shandong troops among the border soldiers in Shanxi? Oman Garris waved up and down with the flag in his hand. The gongs rang again with a hurry. The soldiers who were fighting were not willing to fight. They immediately changed to the front team and retreated quickly to the back.

The formation close to the convoy was already much more sparse in the wave of desperate rushes just now, and it was very easy to retreat. The Mongolian cavalry squeezed in the middle all felt that the situation might be tilted towards their own side, and the pursuit might be able to turn the tables. Now this situation is not a question of whether there is salt or not. If there is nothing, it cannot even be won. If you just withdraw it like this, many people will be fed to the wolf.

The local team of cold weapons retreated dozens of steps and beat the drums inside the square formation. This time the drum sound was not as rapid as before, but extremely rhythmic, and it was ringing all the time. The Mongolian cavalry on the outside were already scared by the endless tactics of this large convoy, and they were trembling when they heard the drum sound.

While the drum sounded, the musket queues lined up on all sides of the convoy began to strode forward according to the rhythm of the drum beats. The retreating square formations breathed a little. As long as the spearmen in the front row were not injured and had the ability to move, they all bent down and trotted to the front of the musket queue.

Seeing these musketeers approaching, the Mongolian cavalry on the periphery subconsciously wanted to escape. The outer circle was almost dispersed, and now they could run.

Some cavalrymen were also wondering if they could rush up. Now these people had left the protection of the chariot array. The musket formations walked more than a hundred steps forward, and the drums suddenly stopped.

The musket soldiers standing in the first row raised their muskets and shot them. The back row followed one by one, and the cannons beside the musket queue also roared. The indecisive Mongolian cavalry just now were screaming and were knocked down from their horses. Some horses were frightened by the sound of the cannons, and they were crazy and jumping around in the array.

Occasionally, there were cavalrymen rushing to the front, but in front of the musket soldiers, the spear soldiers were half-squatting there, pointing their spears diagonally in front of them. The horses slowed down regardless of the care. Before the people on the horse could react, the muskets were pointed at them.

This car array was intensively attacked several rounds in a row, and almost pushed outward with the car array as the center of the circle for more than two hundred steps.

By this time, no one in the Mongolian cavalry had the intention or courage to fight. The full-time cavalry and the Golden Tent guards were killed and injured, while those outside were in a strong voice. The cavalrymen who came to pick up cheap land had already been scared and heard the drums in the chariot formation sounded again.

The half-squat spear soldiers had already stood up and watched the musket queue continue to recommend forward to death. Everyone turned their horses heads without caring about it, trying to escape.

Fortunately, their formation with heavy casualties was already sparse enough to escape, and they could run away. The remaining cavalry dispersed and fled in all directions, as far as possible from the direction of the chariot formation.

After a while in the chariot formation, the sound of gongs rang out. This time the gongs were just slow and rhythmic. After the Jiaozhou camp soldiers outside the chariot formation slightly sorted out their formation, they carefully retreated into the chariot formation.

The outer ring of the vehicle position was two large trucks together. When the soldiers entered, someone was already busy and busy, putting livestock on the large trucks in the inner ring.

These musketeers and cold weapon soldiers left behind the warning staff, and the rest of them were nervously joined in the process of tying the livestock.

The entrance to the north of the chariot was already wide open, with some forage and dry food on a large cart. Three or four soldiers were sitting, and more than twenty soldiers were following him. Whoever was tired would go up and rest and sort out a large cart. Then the soldiers followed him out. After the Mongolian cavalry disintegrated, more than fifty large carts were lined up outside the chariot within about an hour.

After looking at the direction, the convoy began to march northward. Most of the soldiers' equipment was thrown on the big cart. If they were tired, they could get on the cart and take a rotation rest. The horses pulling the cart. They had enough rest just now, and they had enough animal power and did not run slowly.

These big cars are all lightly marching and walking in a straight line. Compared with those cavalrymen who flee in all directions, their speed is not much of a loss.

These Mongolian cavalry were rushing to the long distance, and there was a little disturbance just now. After running wildly, the horsepower was exhausted, or they had to stop and recover. Or they had to slow down.

But the convoy of Jiaozhou Camp chased after him slowly. His speed was constant. Although the cavalry were fast, the horses with no spare energy had to rest for a while. In this short time, the large convoy behind him chased after him again.

Although the convoy was much smaller than the talented people, the Mongolian cavalry, who were already afraid of being beaten, did not dare to turn back. Seeing that the convoy was north, they could only run in a deviant direction. Both sides were hanging like this, and there were very few cavalry horses unable to run, either kneeling down to surrender, or rushing towards the formation of cars in desperate vain, and were killed there without any accident.

One hour after the small convoy set off, Oman Garris led the remaining large carts to follow. On this grassland, this large convoy with few people was actually going to pursue the large cavalry army with a large population.

When the convoy left the customs, they did not bring anything else except the equipment and forage, and they moved forward with lightweight. As for the salt bags on the car, they were just cloth bags and temporary earth-stacked on the car as bunkers. They moved forward with lightweight, with sufficient animal power and exhausted cavalry, they might not be able to distinguish between the top and bottom.

However, the pursuit of this convoy was not to kill the enemy, but to let the cavalry who were preparing to return to the Iron Sea Camp deviate as much as possible and delay their return time.

Although the armor had a fur lining, it was still very cold when it was running in the cold wind. They had passed the second relay point and the horses replenished the forage. After a brief rest, the horse's speed was always maintained. Chen Yongfu held the reins in one hand and moved the knife hanging on the saddle in the other hand. During this cold marching, he was afraid that the scabbard and the knife were frozen together. Although it was a very accidental phenomenon, he had to be careful.

Chen Yongfu lifted his face armor and looked up at the sky. It was almost four hours. According to the scheduled statement, he almost had to go to the Tumot Golden Tent in Wanerhai.

The so-called golden tent refers to the place where the Khan of this tribe is located, but this golden tent is actually also moving back and forth, so it is difficult to grasp the specific location.

Chen Yongfu looked at the group of people behind. Everyone was very silent. Long-distance raids were very consuming. Everyone's joy was almost consumed by the bumps on the horse's back. The range that Chen Yongfu could see was not far. The raid of cavalry was marching, and the smoke and dust caused by the smoke and dust.

There is also a lot of movement here. Any herder with a little experience on the grassland can lie on the ground and judge the direction and scale of the cavalry through vibration.

I was afraid that the location of Tumot Khan's golden tent had already known that the large number of people had arrived. Wouldn't it have run away early?

While Chen Yongfu was still thinking this, he suddenly accelerated his speed. He rushed out of the queue. The horse was originally holding a big flag. After rushing to the front of the queue, he shook the flagpole and erected the flag. A red battle flag fluttered in the wind.

Seeing the red flag, Chen Yongfu put down his armor and breathed a long sigh. This was also in the plan. When it reached the end, a cavalry with a red flag would come out and walk in the front, and the cavalry of the brigade would act with the cavalry with a red flag.

Sure enough, the red flag cavalry in the front did not run too far.                                                                                                                      

It is quite easy to move in this way. As long as you restrain the horses from following the red flag, Chen Yongfu was silently calculating in his mind that he should turn to the northeast, then walk in a straight line, and after walking for half an hour, he turned to the northwest.

After walking not far away, I saw two Mongolian cavalry dressed in the ground waiting in front. Seeing a large group of people, the two cavalry turned their horses and ran away.

It was broken, and the army was discovered by the Tartars. Chen Yongfu felt a stern heart. Just as he was about to issue an order, he heard Zhang Kun beside him shouting in a loud voice through the horse:

"Master General, Tumot Khan's golden tent is located five miles ahead. His main force is still outside and has not come back!"

The two cavalrymen were also leading the way. Chen Yongfu was just suddenly enlightened. He saw that the two cavalry had raised two golden flags, reflecting the sunset. The golden flag shone brightly, which was an extremely conspicuous sign. The spirit of the more than 5,000 cavalrymen was excited. Looking at the three flags in front, they were energetic and their goals were not far away.

Tumote tribes gathered in the grassland tribes, many small tribes and even horse bandits who ran to the single gang. How could they find out their identities in a hurry? The people of Shandong Salt Gang easily got in. By this time, they would guide the army and inform them.

Like most Mongolian nobles of this era, Tumot Khan was also a noble child. When it comes to enjoyment and luxury, he was no less than any luxurious family in the Ming Dynasty. However, the affairs of government affairs and military affairs were arranged by several veterans and some of the people left to him by his father.

To be precise, one person will arrange it, that is, Arslen, the wise man of the Tumot tribe, is a 55-year-old man.

This time, more than 20,000 cavalry were sent to seize the salt truck first, and then send troops to rob the border of the Ming Dynasty. It was also the idea of ​​this wise man. He had served for the Tumote tribe for decades and had always been loyal. Moreover, the 120,000 kilograms of salt this time cost most people the eyes.

Of course, the powerful people of the Tumote tribe all knew that the old nobleman Alslen, who gave advice, had a very good relationship with a Gao-branded business in Shanxi. The business was blood-scrapped before the New Year. It was also before the New Year that the children of a famous business in the pass came over.

Arslen was so respectful in the Tumote tribe, largely because of his relationship with the Shanxi business. He was able to get salt and iron at a very cheap price, as well as many precious jewelry that the powerful liked. Everyone thought he was a way.

The business was bloodbathed, and the official who cut off his affairs was cut off a lot of money, and his status in the tribe was in danger.

Perhaps this time, in addition to looting salt goods, the idea also means avenging the people of the business, that is, everyone can get benefits from it, so they don’t care about his selfishness, and they all mean to motivate Tumot Khan to go out.

Of course, the nobles of Mongolian tribes who were looking forward to harvest were also unaware that in the tent of the old nobleman, this old Alslen was no longer as steady as before Tumot Khan and other noblemen. He was extremely panicked, and his usual wise appearance was completely invisible. He lowered his voice, and even had a crying voice. He said in a trembling voice:

"I have been loyal to the Tumot tribe for decades, but today I have made such a big mistake. My family will be punished by the Heaven of Eternal Life..."

It is said that the Han man who came to join him sat on a bear skin with a kind smile on his face and said calmly:
To be continued...