A few days later, news of the Lanzhou War spread throughout Guanzhong, Shanxi, Hexi, and Mobei.
This is a decisive battle between the Mongols and the Han.
Whether it is the Mongolian kings on the grassland, the Chagatai tribe in Kansai, or Li Siqi in Fengxiang, everyone is paying attention to this battle.
The Mongolian kings hated Wang Baobao and were afraid of Wang Baobao, but they also hoped that Wang Baobao would win!
It's a pity that things went counterproductive.
The "Green Iron" on the grassland was defeated miserably by the Han people. The myth that the Mongolian cavalry was invincible on the grassland was finally exposed!
Every Mongolian has an idea: among the Han people, there will be another Heavenly Khan!
Waci, Vithra City.
"Dudududu!"
The trumpet has sounded!
All the men in the city put down what they were doing and gathered in the open space in front of the king's tent as quickly as possible.
Outside the king's tent, a team of five thousand people quickly gathered, and another team of ten thousand people gathered more than four thousand people.
Fifty-four thousand!
This is the strength that the descendants of Alibaba now have!
Ten years ago, this force could not make waves on the grassland, and it would not be taken seriously by Yuan Ting.
However, the situation has turned, the Yuan Dynasty was crippled by the Han people, and even the invincible Wang Baobao was defeated in Lanzhou!
All the kings loyal to the Yuan Dynasty were affected, and many of their troops and population were transferred, turning them into weak forces.
Those tribes that waited and watched became more powerful!
Today, 50,000 cavalry can be regarded as a powerful force on the grassland!
Zhahe looked at his army and nodded with satisfaction.
He knew that many Mongolian tribes were waiting and watching, and they were all dissatisfied with the Yuan Dynasty's recent actions.
As long as he can defeat He Lin's Aiyou, these people will support him and become the new Great Khan!
"Warriors, the time has come to take revenge on the descendants of Kublai Khan!" Zhahe raised his hands and shouted to the sky.
"Revenge! Revenge!" The crowd was furious.
Zhahe said: "The descendants of Kublai Khan have taken away our women, our cattle and sheep, and our glory! Now they have been defeated by the Han people and are no longer qualified to be the Mongols."
Sweat!"
A shaman with a face painted with patterns came out, kneeling on the ground, spreading his hands, looking up to the sky.
"Ah! I heard it! I heard it! The God of the grassland is telling me that a new khan will appear in the grassland! He will become the wisest and greatest khan in history! His name is Zhaheke
Sweat!"
"Zhahe Khan! Zhahe Khan!" Everyone waved their fists excitedly.
Zhahe raised his machete and said loudly: "Those who follow me will gain everything! Warriors, follow me into Helin! Follow me into the Central Plains! Kill the Han people and turn the Central Plains into our pasture.
Let’s do it!”
The shaman danced on the spot and said loudly: "New King! You will be blessed by the God of the Grassland! Nothing can stop you!"
Zhahe said loudly: "Gehu, take 10,000 people as the vanguard and set off immediately!"
A captain of 10,000 horses rode out, caressing his chest and said: "I obey your will, my Khan!"
Leading a team of ten thousand men, they headed towards Helin.
Zhahe turned around and looked at Yesu Tui'er: "My son, guard our home and wait for us to come back!"
Yesu Tui'er said: "Father, after King Yangdi failed, many people joined Aiyou. Aiyou ordered King Kaiyuan to rebuild a Mobei army with more than 100,000 people. You must be careful!"
Zhahe sneered and said: "Can the mob be a match for our warriors who have experienced hundreds of battles?"
Yesu Tuo'er didn't try to persuade him any more and said loudly: "Khan, please feel free to fight on the front line, Yesu Tui'er will protect your home for you!"
Zhahe said: "The south wind will bring back the news of our victory!"
With an order, he led a team of four thousand people on the journey, while the remaining thousands of people stayed in the city.
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Fengxiang, Prince Shu's Mansion.
Li Siqi stood silently in the courtyard, while the palace servants came in and out, carrying things.
Wang Baobao's defeat also determined his fate.
The enemy is likely to come and attack Fengxiang next.
He knew himself that he was no match for Xu Baisheng, so his only option was to abandon the city and flee westward.
At this moment, a rush of footsteps came from behind.
The visitor is a young man wearing a black shirt, tall and bright-eyed. He is Li Siqi’s most capable adopted son, Zhao Qi.
However, his expression at this moment was slightly panicked.
"Father, according to your arrangements, a large amount of grain and grass materials have been transported to Lintao County!"
Li Siqi looked at him: "What's wrong? It's rare to see you showing such a panicked look. Did something happen?"
Zhao Qi said in a deep voice: "The Pazhu regime in Uszang is unwilling to accept us because they are afraid of offending the Jiangdu Army!"
Li Siqi snorted, with a sarcastic smile on his face.
"This is a shame! If it weren't for the support of Yuan Ting, how could the Pazhu sect control Uzang? Now that it has grown in strength, it wants to join the new master!"
Zhao Qi sighed lowly: "There are very few people who stick to loyalty in this world. Let alone Uzang, the seven Mongolian kings in Hexi will also betray!"
Li Siqi said calmly: "It seems that the Battle of Lanzhou also scared these Mongolian kings. From this point of view, there is no place for us in the world?"
Zhao Qi said: "No, among the seven kings in Hexi, only five refused to take us in. King Hami is willing to take us in and promised to allocate a piece of grassland for us to live in."
Li Siqi pondered for a long time and said, "Is there another king?"
Zhao Qi said: "King Qu Xian neither agreed nor refused."
Li Siqi said calmly: "Send another envoy to Qu Xian's tribe and bring more belongings. If we have no way to escape, we have no choice but to seek refuge with King Qu Xian!"
Zhao Qi was stunned and said: "Father, why don't you go and seek refuge with King Hami?"
Li Siqi said coldly: "These Mongolian kings are all cunning wolves. Do you think he will take us in for no reason?"
"What do you mean?"
Li Siqi said: "I'm afraid they are interested in your adoptive father's head!"
Zhao Qi took a deep breath and said: "I understand, kid, I'll go to the Hami Department right now!"
Not long after Zhao Qi left, Zhang Long and Li Keyi came over together.
Zhang Long was shot by a bow and arrow in the Battle of Qingyang and lost one of his right eyes. Because of this, Li Siqi did not pursue his crime.
"Your Highness, the scouts have sent word that the Jiangdu bandit army has arrived!" Zhang Long said.
Li Siqi said calmly: "What should come will always come. Is it Xu Baisheng who personally leads the troops?"
Zhang Long said bitterly: "It's not Xu Baisheng who came, but two unknown young generals, boys who are not even twenty years old!"
Li Siqi's pupils narrowed: "What did you say?"
Zhang Long gnashed his teeth and said: "That bastard Zhang Yangquan is simply humiliating us. Those two boys each commanded 5,000 troops, and the total is only 10,000 troops!"
Li Siqi clenched his fingers, his eyes filled with anger.
Zhang Long said loudly: "Your Highness, let me lead the troops to kill those two boys!"
Li Siqi took a deep breath and said, "No, let's evacuate Fengxiang!"
"Why? We still have more than 40,000 soldiers and horses. Are we afraid of even 10,000 thieves?"
Li Siqi said coldly: "If you want to achieve great things, sometimes you have to endure humiliation and bear the burden! Fengxiang is too close to Chang'an, so it's not the place to do anything. Let's retreat to Lintao first!"
That night, Li Siqi's army withdrew from Fengxiang City.
Two days later, Wang Zhenwei and Lan Yu led their troops and captured Fengxiang without losing any blood.
Lan Yu was leading people to search the Prince of Shu's Mansion when a sergeant suddenly came to report that Wang Zhenwei had led his troops to leave Fengxiang and pursue them westward.
Lan Yu scolded: "This guy is usually honest and honest, why is he so anxious when he goes to the battlefield!"
He was worried that Wang Zhenwei had made a mistake, so he left a thousand-man team to guard Fengxiang, and led the remaining four thousand-man teams to pursue Wang Zhenwei.
Li Siqi had just passed Longshan at this time and learned that the enemy's 5,000 cavalry were chasing him. Instead of being angry, he was happy and sent Zhang Long to lead 20,000 troops to ambush in Longshan.
Wang Zhenwei led his troops in pursuit. When he was about to reach Longshan, he looked at the sky and suddenly ordered the army to slow down their march.
A captain said: "General, it's getting dark soon. Slow down now. I'm afraid it will be difficult to cross Longshan before dark!"
Wang Zhenwei raised his head and said: "I have my own sense of discretion, no need to say more!"
At dusk, the army finally arrived at Longshan. Wang Zhenwei issued an order for the army to set up camp at Longshan Pass.
Zhang Long saw the cooked duck right next to his mouth, but refused to jump into the pot. He was angry and anxious.
He didn't want to squat in the mountains and drink the cold wind all night. He thought to himself that Wang Zhenwei was young, how much experience he had in leading troops?
So we decided to rob the camp that night!
At midnight, Fengxiang's army came down the mountain and quietly reached the entrance of the camp. As the drums sounded, they swarmed up and rushed into the camp.
At this moment, a sound of "pah pah pah" sounded!
Zhang Long, who was rushing at the front, felt a pain in his forehead, lost consciousness instantly, and fell off his horse.
The sound of gunshots kept coming, and Fengxiang's army was in chaos. Without a general to command, the soldiers soon began to flee, and then the entire formation collapsed.
The way to escape was blocked by Longshan, leaving only a narrow mountain road. The soldiers trampled on each other, causing numerous casualties.
Wang Zhenwei led the musketeers in pursuit, almost resulting in a one-sided massacre.
In despair, the remaining Fengxiang troops could only throw down their weapons and kneel down to surrender.