On the grassland, thousands of people were fighting in a melee. People were like tigers and horses were like dragons, fighting in a group. If you look carefully, the total number of people should be about two thousand. These people were killed into a pot of porridge. It was really difficult to distinguish between ourselves and the enemy.
Xia Xun noticed that Ding Yu had led several people down the high slope and stopped at a place two arrows away from those people. Since he only brought a few people with him, he did not have any impact on the two sides in the melee. Both sides remained the same.
Fighting in a desperate situation.
Gradually, the melee crowd began to determine the winner. First, one party gradually retreated, allowing onlookers to easily distinguish with the naked eye that they belonged to the two camps. However, their unmarked clothes and completely non-existent flags made the
Onlookers still can't tell who they belong to.
Immediately afterwards, the side that was at a disadvantage began to retreat. They turned their horses and fled into the distance like a long winding dragon on the snowy field. The sound of hooves was like thunder. The other side was disrupted and needed to take advantage of the victory.
There was a brief interval to reorganize the team, so it was not until they started to escape that the other party suddenly launched a pursuit.
The chasing team was divided into three lines, with one line pursuing directly from behind, and the other two lines outflanking the far left and right arcs. It seemed that they wanted to use the meeting point of the three lines as the predetermined point to annihilate the enemy. Originally, in such a situation
During the chase, it was difficult to get everything as one wanted, but once the two sides started running, the gap became very obvious.
The escaping side rarely has strong horsemen, and some knights even don't even have saddles, while the pursuing side not only has complete saddles and harness, but also has majestic horses that can run powerfully. From this look, they may not be able to carry out a combined attack on the enemy.
The leader of the victorious side was obviously holding the formation at the rear. When the three-pronged army chased them out, there were still hundreds of people left. Many of them looked over and saw Ding Yu and Ying Yu.
Xia Xun, who was standing on a high slope, had dozens of knights riding their horses to outflank Ding Yu and others, but their leader did not seem to want to cause trouble. After seeing clearly the Ming army uniforms of Ding Yu and others, he looked at
There were still people on the high slope in the distance, so I suddenly called them back.
These people quickly followed the pursuers and left. Xia Xun saw Ding Yu standing there discussing something with several guards for a while. Then he rode towards the battlefield. The battlefield was a mess, with human and horse corpses.
Blood splattered everywhere, like peach blossoms. Many places on the snow that had been trampled by horse hooves had lost the snow, revealing a black ground with mottled patches.
Xia Xun saw that Ding Yu had been searching on the battlefield for a long time. It seemed that he was looking for surviving soldiers. After a while, Ding Yu stopped on the battlefield with his guards. It seemed that he had found soldiers who were injured but not dead.
After a while, Ding Yu came running back with his people. Looking from a distance, he didn't see him coming back with his people.
Xia Xun knocked his stirrup up and headed down the slope to meet him.
"What's going on?"
"My lord, the Wanggu tribe of Tatar and the Qimude tribe are at war, and the losing side is Qimude."
"They are all Tatars? Why are they killing each other?"
Ding Yu chuckled and said: "Because there is no food to eat, and their leader is unwilling to give up his power and accept the household registration and resettlement from my Ming Dynasty, the big fish has to eat the small fish!"
Only then did Xia Xun understand, his eyes flickered slightly, and he said: "Very good, it seems that the Wanshi Domain has done a pretty good job! The wounded soldier..."
"The leg was broken and the chest was stabbed. I didn't even look at it carefully, so I ordered it to be slaughtered. It would be a waste of food to keep it anyway."
"...let's go!"
After a false alarm, the team continued to set off. Along the way, corpses of those who died of fighting and those who died of freezing and starvation could often be seen in the snowfields. Because of the cold weather, people would freeze to death not long after they fell to death, so they were
The wild beasts did not eat much, and the body was preserved, half-covered in the snow, making it unbearable to see.
When they were still half a day away from where the relief team from Liaodong was stationed, they saw another fight. Arrows rained together and screamed across the sky. The Tatar knights rushed forward like a wave, fighting desperately. Both sides used
They are all drilling tactics, penetrating the opponent's formation, a beautiful arc backlash, and launching the drilling offensive again. The two sides just gouge back and forth, and countless people fall down in every hedging, but Hun
The fighting has not stopped.
This time, Xia Xun and the others did not stop. Seeing that both sides were already red-blooded, they cleverly avoided the fighting battlefield and went around to the disaster relief camp. As a result, they met some people on the way who also fled to the disaster relief camp in panic.
The Tatar herdsmen called them forward and asked them, only to find out that the two teams that had been fighting fiercely just now were actually of the same race, and they were both members of the Buryat clan.
The reason why they killed each other was because they ran out of food and grass. The Tatar tribe suffered huge losses during the migration. Once the food and grass stored in Arutai were burned, they were completely in dire straits. In the past, they encountered this kind of food shortage.
In this situation, their solution is usually to migrate as a whole tribe and use force to compete with other tribes for limited winter pastures and rob each other's food.
Another way is to raid the Han people and go to the Han people's place to "beat the grass valley". But what is the situation now? "Take the grass valley"? After fighting with Wala for so long, their vitality was seriously damaged. Zhang Jun led the Liaodong army to
Stationed under their noses, if you want to "beat the grass", it would be better to just wipe your neck.
With no other solution, as more and more people froze to death and starved to death, the grievances in the hearts of the herdsmen became more and more serious, and the prestige of the leaders became lower and lower, but they were unwilling to accept the placement of Liaodong Dusi. The leaders
They were able to survive for the time being, but the ordinary tribesmen couldn't support it anymore, so some of them decided to leave the tribe on their own and go to Liaodong Dusi. How could the leaders allow such behavior? So a fratricidal war began.
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Ding Yu was afraid that Xia Xun would feel pity, so he hurriedly said: "My lord, don't look at how pitiful they are now. When our fists were not as strong as theirs, they were really tougher than wolves. Even now, if it weren't for the tiles in front of us,
They are pressing forward step by step, and we, the Liaodong Capital Division, are waiting behind us, do you think they will not come to harm our people? You saw their ruthlessness just now, my lord."
Xia Xun glanced at him, half smiling.
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On the snowfield, military tents formed a huge military camp. There was a horse pit in front of the military camp, and a smooth and strong barrier was built with snow behind the pit. Bridges were built at several passages, and deer antlers were set up at the bridgeheads.
In the center of the military camp, there are stacked granaries filled with grain and grass. The entire camp was busy.
Soldiers on patrol, minor officials registering and distributing grain, herdsmen receiving relief, tribes coming to trade, cattle and sheep raised in pens, all bustling and bustling. In the large tent of Wan Shiyu, the chief envoy of Liaodong, a group of people
There was an endless quarrel. Standing in the middle was Wanshiyu, as well as several civil servants and staff, and those around the periphery were some excited Confucian scholars.
These Confucian scholars were passionate, noisy, and surrounded the Wanshi Realm in the center.
Wanshiyu secretly regretted: "You damn shouldn't have brought these nerds here!"
Liaodong has developed very well in the past few years, and has also achieved great success in culture and education. Before Zhang Xitong was transferred back to the Ministry of Rites, county schools, government schools, government-run and private academies in Liaodong had blossomed everywhere, and a large number of scholars from the Central Plains applied for jobs here.
I came to the academy to teach, master, sir. Not long ago, when Wanshiyu arrived in Tatar, considering the language communication problem, he only brought some academy students with Mongolian and Jurchen books. These people were originally from nomadic tribes, and the belief of the weak and the strong was deeply rooted in them.
The bone marrow of the people, so the decision to implement the Wanshi Domain was not compromised, which played a huge role in attracting people's hearts in Liaodong.
However, their number was still too small. At this time, there were no propaganda tools such as movies, TV, and radio. Most of the people in the Tatar tribe were illiterate. They needed to visit each household for propaganda, and the number was far from enough. However, the people from all over Liaodong
Teachers from county schools, government schools, and academies asked for help one after another, asking to join the propaganda war and contribute to the country. Wanshiyu was worried that there was not enough manpower to use, so he nodded and agreed.
It doesn't matter if you don't understand the language. At most, one person can be paired with a translator who is proficient in Mongolian and Chinese. Such people can be found everywhere in Liaodong. Many people in Liaodong who are illiterate have this ability.
Unexpectedly, not long after these scholars arrived in Tartar, their views changed.
During the propaganda, they watched some herdsmen from the Tatar tribe who refused to accept the settlement of the Ming court die of cold and starvation, their families were destroyed, and they were warmly entertained by the tribal leaders. They complained to them in tears, which gave them a sense of justice and compassion.
My heart arose spontaneously.
The blocking of relief forces these tribes to surrender to the Ming Dynasty, otherwise they will let you freeze to death and starve to death without plucking a hair. Such behavior is unjust, cruel and completely inhumane in their eyes. These have been instilled in them since childhood.
The masters, who were full of benevolence and morality, had never experienced the bitter cold life in the north of the Great Wall, let alone been harmed or invaded by nomads, were angry.
The benevolent are invincible! Only with a compassionate heart can we influence the world! How can we, the great Ming Dynasty, a country of etiquette, do this? How can we be so cruel? Using benefits to lure them to defection, what an evil behavior this is! They lack
We have little food and clothing, and are dying. At this time, we generously lend a helping hand, provide selfless relief, and provide free relief. Isn't that what our Central Plains dynasty, which is founded on Confucianism, should do?
Masters respect the saints, respect the good, and are merciful and philanthropic. Masters have taken the world as their own responsibility. Fraternity is called benevolence. There is so much food and grass in the disaster relief camp, how can you sit back and watch so many people starve to death like stray dogs! They
In turn, he began to strongly demand that the chief envoy immediately distribute free food relief to the Tatar victims. Wanshiyu never expected that these masters not only failed to help, but also became their lobbyists.
However, most of these scholars have achieved fame and fame, and Wanshiyu himself is also a scholar. It is not appropriate to criticize him too harshly, but under their verbal and written criticism, it is a bit too much for him.
In the big tent, Wan Shiyu was scolded by these professors, masters, and gentlemen. He was defending feebly when someone ran in and reported loudly: "Master Fantai, the Duke of Fuguo, and the Marquis of Kaiyuan have arrived.