Shu Zhenbo, who was chanting Buddha's name, faintly heard shouts in the distance. "We're going to break camp today." He thought to himself, then got up and left the tent.
During the war, this place in the center of the camp was relatively peaceful. There were wounded soldiers sharpening knives and sewing armor outside the tents. Shu Zhenbo walked eastward and walked more than a thousand steps, and finally saw the station.
Li Xia on the battlefield.
He hates Li Xia a little bit.
He had seen the strength of Li Xia in the previous three wars, and he had also seen the strength of Li Xia's heart through Li Xia's eyes at the most dangerous moments before. This was the reason why he chose Li Xia.
He originally thought that he only needed to make a choice, and what was waiting for him was reward and sharing of benefits.
The result was not that his choice actually resulted in struggling in hell, and what he gained after taking risks was even less than what he had had at his fingertips since he was born.
Therefore, it is impossible for him, who was of noble birth, to fight for Li Xia. "Kill Li Xia and welcome the real Khan on the grassland."
When we got here, we could already hear what the Yuan troops to the east were shouting.
Shu Zhenbo raised his head and saw his coward Xue Chang Huncha leading more than ten people to the battle platform. The original elite guards near the battle platform were no longer there, and there were only some messengers around Li Xia.
"Huncha, are you going to kill him?" Shu Zhenbo murmured.
He ran forward for dozens of steps, then suddenly stopped and narrowed his eyes. "Huncha?"
He saw that there were still several long poles standing just in front of the battle platform. In addition to hanging Brother Manla, there were also many heads hanging on them, including the heads of Yuan generals who died in the battle and deserters here.
The wind blew and one head was turned around.
Shu Zhenbo looked at it blankly and realized that this head was his Xue Chang Huncha. Who was walking towards the fighting platform?
Shu Zhenbo took a few more steps forward, and then he saw clearly that the man on the battlefield was just wearing Huncha's armor.
The man had a Mongolian appearance and looked very familiar. He must be his Qixue, but he couldn't remember his name.
The Yuan army in front was still shouting, "Warriors on the grassland, stop being driven like dogs and return to the command of the Great Khan." Shu Zhenbo turned back and looked around, looking at the soldiers and horses that once belonged to him, but
Feeling at a loss.
He didn't recognize them.
The people are still the same, but without those captains who flattered him, these soldiers instantly became so blurry and unreal.
?~
A bearded man in black armor had already walked behind Li Xia with his knife in hand. "Khan, do you want to move back a little?"
"No need." Li Xia said, "Keep your defense line." "Here."
Li Xia then moved his gaze slightly to the north and watched the dozen or so people return to the nearest defense line. He could call each of them by name.
The man wearing the armor of Qixue Chang is named Babucha. He is from Kipchak. His grandfather still lived in the Volga River Basin and Genghis Khan conquered it during his Western Expedition.
During the Ogodei period, the Kipchaks could no longer endure the cruel exploitation of the Golden Family, and various tribes rebelled. So the Great Mongolia sent Batu to command the eldest son's army to march westward and suppress the rebellion.
That was twenty years ago, when Babucha was only six years old. He watched with his own eyes as the Mongolian prince gave an order, his father was trampled into mud by countless horses.
That prince's name was Meng Ge. He later became the Great Khan of Mongolia due to his contribution to the destruction of Kipchak and the friendship he forged with Batu during the war.
Bapcha became a driver and traveled 10,000 miles from the distant Volga River to Hara and Forest, and was rewarded to Uncle Shuzhen as a dowry driver.
It’s hard to describe how much suffering he suffered on this thousands-mile journey. But in comparison, guarding the camp here was not hell for him at all. It could even be said to be worse than most of his life.
easy.
The dozen or so people behind them include Kangju people, Wusun people, and various tribes that Li Xia has never heard of.
Before that, Li Xia called them Mongols and had many stereotypes about them, thinking that they were the number "twenty thousand" in the war.
people".
But during the twenty-three days of siege, he learned that some of them believed in Christianity, some believed in Christianity, and they were all very pious; the captives from Baghdad would be sad that their civilization was destroyed and their books were thrown into the river.
The ink dyed the river black; the people from the Oryila tribe still hated the cruelty of Ogedai; the herdsmen from the Orhan River were impoverished because of the large palace built by Guyu.
Ten years ago, the words "Great Mongolia" were very vague to Li Xia. He only knew that it was powerful and its territory was extremely vast, and he was full of fear and vigilance against it.
After ten years of continuous understanding of it, he was gradually able to see what its powerful backside was like.
He began to want to carefully study the living conditions of the Mongolian herders living under the rule of the Golden Family. He chatted with many surrendered soldiers in detail, asking about their hometowns and their income from grazing.
Some people had their cattle and sheep killed by the snow and ice, so they had to sell their wives and daughters in exchange for armor, hoping to harvest trophies on the battlefield; some people have always been the followers of the nobles and fought with the army; more people still make war their profession.
Their fathers once made great profits from the expansion wars, but now, Kublai Khan's wars are either civil wars or counter-rebellions, and the benefits they have brought to them are far less than before. As a result, the lives of the herdsmen have begun to become increasingly poor.
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In the process, Li Xia killed many people, and the remaining soldiers became clear in his eyes. They were also people who were troubled by their livelihood.
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"prick!"
On the front line of the battlefield, spears were thrust out again, unevenly.
Fortunately, because there was a low wall in front of them, the number of Yuan troops who rushed in was not large, and they did not form a formation, so they were temporarily forced to retreat a few steps.
A general of the Tang Army strode past in the rear, replenishing defenses and boosting morale.
"Our reinforcements will arrive soon. Once we win this battle, the Hetao Grassland will be your home! You have all passed by there and seen the grassland with rich water and grass."
These encouraging words have been spoken for more than twenty days. Many soldiers were looking forward to it at first, but after waiting until now, the so-called reinforcements have not come, and they are tired of hearing it.
That is to say, the horses were put in the rear for unified custody, and they were accustomed to obeying the orders of the captains of ten and centurions, so they stabbed out their spears numbly and mechanically.
As they fought, the sun gradually reached its highest point, and it was already noon. The Tang army expected the Yuan army to slow down their offensive slightly.
However, today, the Yuan army attacked particularly fiercely. Instead of slowing down their offensive, they attacked more and more fiercely. Finally, a young Mongolian could not stand it anymore.
He shook his head and ran back directly. "No retreat!"
"Chaolu, come back here!"
"Chaolu, if you don't come back, I'll kill you!"
The ten captain shouted twice in succession. Seeing that the young Chaolu was still running away, he raised his sword to kill him. However, in the chaos, Yuan troops came to kill him, so he had to turn around to block him.
Chaolu was already panicking. As he was running, he bumped into someone and fell to the ground.
When his hand reached the wound of a corpse, he was startled and couldn't help crying.
"Get up! Didn't you say you are warriors? Didn't you shoot a deer to death when you were thirteen?" "Let me go." Chaolu begged, "Ta Muren, we are a tribe.
Please let me go."
"Don't be a deserter, hold up your shield for me. You coward, for your sake, I will let you stay here with me. You won't die."
"You will die if you hold on any longer. Shall we escape? Find the war horses and we can escape back."
"Are you stupid?!" Tamuren pinned Chaolu down and said, "There are thirty Han people in our centurion team. The marshal didn't choose them as centurions because he valued me. I won the battle.
I am the captain of thousands, give me the best pastures and herds of cattle and sheep."
"You can't win."
"Aren't you going to marry a wife?!" Tamuren shouted, once again boosting morale, "After this war, there are too many widows in the Xixia hometown and Hetao. You all have to marry a wife, without a bride price! The marshal said
,
Match us in marriage without any betrothal gift!"
Chaolu couldn't help but want to cry.
He is seventeen years old and dreams of having a wife.
But the betrothal gift on the grassland was too high, requiring eighty-one cows, sheep, and horses each, as well as clothes and jewelry. Chaolu was so poor that he had no choice but to join the army in the hope of snatching a woman from the Western Regions.
Sometimes he feels that as long as he can get a woman, he can even risk his life.
The reason why we can defend it until now is precisely because we heard from the soldiers of the Tang Dynasty that all the soldiers in the army were married.
"But I can't win. I feel like I'm going to lose today."
"Exiute, we have 50,000 people, and they 80,000 people haven't all been killed yet, so what can't we win?" Tamuren pushed Chaolu again and said, "We will win as soon as the reinforcements arrive."
"I've been saying it for a month, let's run away, let's find the horses."
"That's enough! I told you that His Majesty the Emperor killed Mongke Khan. If he can have the territory he has today, I believe he can win." The horns of the Yuan army in front sounded loudly, seeming to urge the offensive.
"Bang!"
A big stone suddenly fell down, not far in front of the two men, smashing the two soldiers' heads and bleeding. There was chaos around, Chao Lu screamed in fright, struggled to get away, turned around and ran away.
Tamuren still wanted to hold him back, but failed.
Looking up again, in the Yuan army formation opposite, Shi Tianze's flag and Zong Wang Hu Ci Hu'er's flag were constantly advancing towards this side.
"Kill!" shouted the Yuan army formation.
Several captains in front gradually lost control of the situation, and several soldiers turned around and wanted to run away. Tamuren raised his sword and shouted: "No retreat!"
This time, he killed a deserter without hesitation. However, more and more soldiers turned around and fled.
Finally, even Tamuren felt that maybe the Yuan army was really going to break through the camp today. At this moment, dozens of soldiers from the Selected Front Battalion arrived in time to block the defense line.
Tamuren breathed a sigh of relief when he suddenly heard someone cheering from the south.
He couldn't understand Chinese, so he turned his head and looked in the direction of Li Zengbo.
I saw someone running near Li Zengbo. Soon after, a flag was raised on the battlefield where Li Zengbo was sitting. Tamuren opened his mouth and shouted: "The reinforcements have arrived! Hold on!"
At this moment, he seemed to see the sheep on the big meadow as white as clouds.~?
"Our support has arrived! Right behind Kublai Khan."
Chaolu was escaping into the camp when he suddenly heard such a cry.
After running a few more steps, he finally stopped when he heard cheers from the front. Then he saw Babucha coming over with a knife.
Without hesitation, Chaolu quickly turned around and ran back to his defense line. "Kill the enemy!"