"Your Majesty, there are tens of thousands of warriors in Mongolia. There is no need to be afraid of the cowardly Han people. As long as we send out troops, we can wipe them all out on the grasslands. Maybe we can also attack Inner Mongolia and establish a truly great Mongolian kingdom!"
"Humph, Bagentaiji, you are too arrogant!" Prime Minister Badmadolji said angrily: "The Han people have advanced weapons, and I heard that the people who came this time were Fengjun, well-equipped.
Even the Russians have suffered losses at their hands. If we fight rashly, we have almost no chance of winning!"
"Win the Russians?" These Mongolian ministers and dignitaries are relatively closed-minded. Many of them are illiterate and do not understand the changes outside. They always feel that the Russians are the most powerful and the Han people are just a bunch of useless farmers and cunning people.
When the businessmen suddenly heard that Feng Jun had defeated the Russians, they were all shocked. They couldn't believe it. If the Russians couldn't defeat Feng Jun, what hope did they have?
"Prime Minister, did you remember correctly?"
"Of course not!" Faced with these people's questions, Badma Dorzi said calmly: "The Feng army did indeed take back the Middle East Road from the Russians, and also took back Hailanpao. Their combat effectiveness is definitely not good.
weak."
Bordo Khan, who was sitting in the middle, raised his eyelids slightly, feeling waves of fear in his heart. Although he was a living Buddha and had countless believers, no one in power would do anything to him easily.
Even if the central government investigates the case, it will be hard to escape misfortune. In the worst case, he will become a prisoner and his power will be gone.
"Prime Minister, do you have any way to deal with Feng Jun?"
"Your Majesty, if you want to deal with the Feng army, it's best to use the Russians. I have contacted the White Russian general Enqin and asked him to lead the cavalry into Mongolia. As long as his army arrives, we will have hope in dealing with the Han people!
"
"Well, that's a good idea. It's the best to use the Russians to deal with the Han people. But how long will it take for Engen to get to Cullen? The longer the time goes on, the more danger we will be in. We must do it as soon as possible.
"
"I just received a telegram. They will arrive in Cullen within three days. They should be able to catch up!"
While he was talking, an attendant suddenly ran in in a panic. His face was pale and his lips were trembling. After seeing Bordo Khan, he hurriedly knelt down on the ground.
"Your Majesty, it's a big deal. No, it's not good. The Han people flew over our heads with a sacred eagle, and they even threw down their decrees!"
"What a mess, drag it out, chop it up and feed it to the dogs!" When Boldo Khan heard this, he suddenly felt very ridiculous. He just thought that this guy was not awake and was talking nonsense, so he had to deal with him.
Badma stopped him in a hurry, frowning and couldn't help but ask: "Is the condor you are talking about a machine made of wood that can fly in the sky? This thing is called an airplane!"
While they were talking, a rumbling sound came closer and closer to their palace. Badma Dorji hurriedly led a few people outside, and just as two planes appeared above their heads, from the plane
Colorful leaflets were constantly dropped from the street and fell everywhere.
Badma also picked up a piece, which contained some words of advice, asking the officials and people of Outer Mongolia to cancel their independence as soon as possible and not to go against the grain, otherwise there will be endless troubles...
Seeing this, Badma tore the leaflets in her hands into pieces, but if they tore one leaflet, countless more would fall from the sky. For the isolated Outer Mongolia, most people have no idea what an airplane is.
Just like that attendant, he would still regard it as some kind of imperial edict from heaven.
"Send someone quickly to collect all the leaflets for me and burn them all. Don't let those untouchables take a look. Anyone who dares to collect one will have their whole family killed!"
Badma gave the order loudly, but then there was a burst of fear from the bottom of his heart. He turned around and stumbled into the hall, and said to Bordo Khan: "Your Majesty, the situation is indeed not good.
The military plane is coming, their army is not far from here, Cullen is in danger!"
"Prime Minister, don't you have contact with the Russians? Can't you tell them to hurry up?"
"Your Majesty may not be able to catch up. I estimate that the Fengjun army is not more than a hundred kilometers away from here. Otherwise, their planes would not be able to fly over our heads. It would probably only take one day to reach us."
"Then what should we do? Should we wait here to die?" Bordo Khan couldn't bear it anymore. He was extremely frightened. Planes could fly over his head and guns could hit him. If he didn't think of a way,
It was really about to end, and then he suddenly saw Bagentaiji beside him.
"Bagentaiji, do you still dare to fight the Han people?"
"Reporting to your majesty, the Han people are nothing special. They can just throw a few pieces of paper and kill people. They just like these fancy things. I will request an order now to bring the Mongolian warriors to chop them all up."
Broken!"
"Bagentaiji, you don't have to defeat the Feng army, you just need to hold them back for two days!" Badma was also horrified, and she didn't care about the reality of the gap in military power between the two sides. She only hoped that this stupid young man could hold them back for a while.
Give them a way to survive.
"That's right, just do as the Prime Minister said. As long as the Russians arrive, I will appoint you as Minister of War!" Bordo Khan couldn't help but make a wish.
"Yes!" Bagen happily went to mobilize the army. He gathered all the Mongolian rebels in Kulun and other places, as well as the servants of various princes, the guards in the temples, and many herdsmen. In short, as long as they can ride horses
, he summoned all the guys who could wield swords.
There were more than 8,000 people in total. Only more than 5,000 of them had guns. Of course, most of them were single-shot rifles, and there were many old-fashioned matchlocks. Others used sabers. In this way, the army was always miscellaneous.
Gen is still very satisfied. After all, having such a large quantity can give him a lot of peace of mind.
With an order, these Mongolian soldiers faced the direction of Feng's army and killed them. At this time, Jiang Dengxuan commanded the troops and rushed to Kulun as quickly as possible. Countless war horses dragged artillery one after another on the grassland.
Waves of dust stirred up from above, and the whole army looked like countless earth dragons, advancing rapidly and unstoppably.
"Commander Jiang, we will arrive in Kulun in another fifty kilometers. This is the first battle since the formal establishment of the Outer Mongolia rebellion. It must be a powerful battle!" Wu Kaijie said with a smile.
"Yes, I heard that the ancient sword-makers sacrificed their swords with blood at the end of their lives, so that they could create spiritual weapons. The same goes for the army. If you don't use blood, how can you become a strong army?
ah!"
Just as Jiang Dengxuan and Wu Kaijie were chatting, an intelligence officer suddenly sent new news.
"Division Commander, our plane has discovered a troop of Outer Mongolian cavalry. They are quickly coming towards us."
When Jiang Dengxuan heard this, he burst into laughter: "I thought that the troops from Outer Mongolia would not dare to come over. I didn't expect that there are some who are not afraid of death. So we are not polite and let them have a taste of the power of Fengjun!"
"That's right. Mr. Jiang, didn't you say that you want to use blood sacrifice? Now the opportunity has come to your door." Wu Kaijie's eyes also shone. When he encountered such a good opportunity to make a contribution, how could he let it go?
While Jiang Dengxuan ordered the air force to continue the investigation, he also selected a suitable position to ambush the incoming Mongolian cavalry.
Bagan led his men and horses and quickly attacked Fengjun. He knew nothing about marching and fighting, and he also knew that knowing oneself and the enemy would lead to victory in every battle, so he sent out reconnaissance troops early to find out the situation of Fengjun.
A scout from afar ran up to Bagan. After getting off his horse, he said: "Report to Taiji, there are Han troops twenty miles ahead of us. They are not many in number, only about three or two thousand."
, seems to be building a camp and preparing to rest!"
When Bagan heard that there were only three to two thousand troops, his eyes suddenly lit up. He had three times the strength advantage, and the chance of winning was still not small. Bagan excitedly said to all his subordinates: "As long as we defeat these Han people, we will win."
No matter how many you catch, they will all be your slaves, and Your Majesty will not hesitate to reward them. Everyone, please work harder, rush forward, and kill the enemy with meritorious deeds!"
These Mongolian soldiers immediately cheered up. Although they were soldiers, many of them were from Mongolian bandits. They were a mess. Robbery was their instinct. After having this opportunity, how could they miss it? So they all groaned.
With a strange cry, the horse whip was whipped up, and countless war horses advanced quickly.
Gradually, the distance between the two sides is getting closer and closer. Bagan can already see some simple field fortifications on the ground in the distance. The entire Fengjun position presents a slender line with a width of about ten miles, but the width is very limited.
It only looks like a few hundred meters.
Such a position can't stop the cavalry charge at all. As long as the horses let go, they can rush over. Seeing this, Bagan also showed a proud smile on his face. Now it seems that these Han people are also a bunch of trash and don't understand how.
Using troops is a good time to show your ability.
"Come to me and kill all the Han people!"
Bagan gave an order, and countless cavalrymen started running, faster and faster, and the sea wolf-like crowd slammed into the fragile dike. The distance between the two sides was getting closer and closer, and the strange thing was that Feng
The army didn't react at all, as if they just allowed these cavalry to approach, their calmness was a bit scary.
Five hundred meters... four hundred meters... three hundred meters... two hundred meters...
The distance continued to shorten, and the Mongolian soldiers raised their muskets and sabers. Both sides could clearly see each other's faces. As long as they got closer, the Mongolian soldiers could shoot.
At this moment, more than twenty tongues of fire suddenly shot out from Fengjun's position. The Maxim heavy machine gun spit out flames, like the most efficient harvester. After sweeping through it, swarms of Mongolian cavalry were swept away.
.
The cavalry is very fast, but no matter how fast it is, it can't fire a hundred rounds of heavy machine guns per minute. In order to deal with these cavalry, Fengjun concentrated more than fifty machine guns. This is nothing on the battlefield in Europe, but in Asia
, which is definitely quite terrifying firepower.
The machine gun swept through, and the Mongolian soldiers were hit one after another. Some people's bodies were directly smashed, and some people and horses were all beaten into flowers and melons, with broken limbs and legs. Countless pieces of rotten flesh were piled on the ground. In an instant,
The grassland in front of me was dyed red.
These Mongolian cavalry used a dense formation to attack and encountered a large number of machine guns. It was a dead end, but by the time they realized it, it was already too late.
Not only machine guns, but Fengjun's other weapons were also put into the battle. A large number of mortars threw countless shells at the Mongolian soldiers. The Fengjun gunners all reloaded one after another. The shells were far away.
It goes on and on, almost forming a barrage, falling like hailstones.'
Each shell can take away several lives. Bagan, who was watching the battle from a distance, was already frightened. Within ten minutes of the battle, Fengjun killed at least more than 500 elite Mongolian troops with intensive firepower.
Facing such efficient massacre efficiency, these Mongolian soldiers finally came to their senses.
Feng Jun is not a piece of fat meat, but a tiger with snarling teeth and claws. Now it has spread its fangs and keeps devouring lives.
"Retreat, retreat quickly!" Bagan had been beaten to the point of losing his temper. He just wanted to escape quickly.
At this moment, there was a loud booming noise around him. Fengjun's artillery finally opened fire, and the extremely lethal artillery shells hit them. These concentrated cavalry finally experienced the biggest nightmare in their lives.
Jiang Dengxuan was watching the battle in the distance. Watching these cavalrymen finish, he had a faint smile on his face. Facing the modern army with powerful firepower, the nomadic cavalry that had been in power for thousands of years finally became vulnerable. An era was over!
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