Zhou Baoyu was thinking secretly. Hundreds of cavalry trampled the snow in three directions: east, west, and north, and rushed towards Zhou Baoyu.
"Hush!"
"Hush!"
The rest of the soldiers and horses dispersed and circled around. Ye Baotong, Yeluhu, Zhebieshu, and Cai Jun tightened their reins and stopped in front of Zhou Baoyu's horse.
Zhou Baoyu came back to his senses, glanced at the surrounded enemy troops again, and made sure that nothing unexpected would happen. He got off his horse and walked toward Ye Baotong and the others with difficulty.
Ye Baotong and others hurriedly dismounted and ran over: "Lao Zhou, it's so cold, are your legs okay?"
Zhou Baoyu patted the thigh that had suffered from hidden diseases back then, grinned and shook his head: "It's not a big problem, the soft armor is wrapped in three layers of sheepskin, so in this slightly cold weather, it's no problem!
Seeing that we are about to reach Yinshan Mountain in fifty or sixty miles, but you haven't shown up yet, I thought the general thought something had gone wrong on your circuitous road as you were traveling day and night.
Along the way, I was so frightened that my heart was pounding, for fear that the enemy troops from both countries would escape."
Zhebieshu waved his hands helplessly: "General I and General Ye immediately passed the message to you as soon as they returned to the Yinshan territory. However, the grassland is covered with heavy snow in winter. Looking around, there is a person everywhere within thousands of miles.
Look.
The golden eagle's ability to identify directions will be severely restricted. Maybe the golden eagle delivering the message has already flown to the camp where we are stationed!"
Yeluhu and Cai Jun also nodded in agreement.
"We also sent a letter, but it seems you didn't receive it either!"
"I am more worried than you!
Fortunately for you, there are mostly cavalry. Once there is a mistake, you can always change direction and continue the pursuit.
I cannot do it with 50,000 infantry. Marching in the snow is too troublesome and consumes too much energy.
If it weren't for the sleds to transport artillery, crossbows and other cumbersome combat weapons, I really wouldn't have been able to get here in time to cooperate with you in the encirclement.
Fortunately, the sky has eyes, I did not lead 50,000 soldiers in vain, and finally surrounded the enemy.
What to do next? Persuade them to surrender or directly launch a killing spree?"
Zhou Baoyu was silent for a moment, then looked at Yelu Hu: "Brother Yelu, the Fei Xiong Guards under your command shouldn't have encountered any trouble in escorting more than 30,000 Russian infantry prisoners back to Yunzhou, right?"
"No, before heading to Yinshan for the encirclement, this general received a message from my son Yelv Mo. The more than 30,000 Russian prisoners were quite honest, and nothing happened on the way.
When passing by the Dulu tribe, Ashinamo, the commander of the Dulu tribe, sent another three thousand cavalry to assist in the escort.
According to current estimates, within five days, I should be able to escort more than 30,000 prisoners to Yunzhou."
Zhou Baoyu looked around, walked up to a few people and said softly: "Our brother, several guards, and the troops of our department have mobilized as many as 160,000 troops.
Of the enemy's 100,000 troops, more than 20,000 infantry have been killed and more than 30,000 infantry have been captured.
There are probably more than 40,000 or even 50,000 cavalry left.
The combat merit of the infantry alone is not enough to share among the brothers!
What I, the general, mean is to win another 10,000 heads for my brothers and then persuade them to surrender.
Of course, attacking first and then persuading someone to surrender is more effective than persuading someone to surrender directly.
Don't worry about what trouble they will cause us when they become prisoners.
What do you think?"
Ye Baotong and Zhou Baoyu had been eating in the same pot under Young Master Liu for many years, so they naturally understood each other's thoughts and nodded without hesitation.
"I second the suggestion, the military merits of more than 100,000 people and more than 20,000 heads are indeed not easy to distribute.
The brothers fought in the ice and snow, and many brothers developed frostbite on their hands.
Let them get more military exploits than anything else."
Although Yeluhu and Cai Jun were ten years younger than Ye Baotong and Zhou Baoyu, they did not dare to entrust them to their elders at will in the face of Zhou Baoyu and the two direct generals under the command of Young Master Liu, Conglong.
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It's just that the two of them have experienced a lot, and their temperaments are much more stable than Zhou Baoyu's!
"What should I do with the military records?"
"Yes, your Majesty may not say anything, but it's hard for the censor to explain!"
"Hey, you don't understand His Majesty, but our brothers do!
As long as he doesn't say anything, we don't have to care about the Yushi Yanguan at all.
We are His Majesty's ministers, not the ministers of the Yushi Yanguan. They can write whatever they like and remonstrate however they like.
We can only go back to the DPRK once or twice a year, so what do we care about them?"
Zhebieshu glanced at the former Western Turk soldiers and horses in rags in the encirclement with some hesitation: "Two old brothers, two brothers, after all, the enemy troops in the formation include the old masters of Zhebieshu.
I really can't bear the pain of killing him."
"Then let's use the troops of Tsarist Russia as the main weapon!"
"I have no objection to that!"
Zhou Baoyu took out the command flag from his arms, and several people with different expressions also took out the command flag from their waists.
"At the time of Rongwei, the enemy had no infantry and the defense was extremely weak.
Later, our cavalry units will attack in a roundabout way, shooting the enemy with long bows from a distance to prevent them from breaking out of the encirclement.
It depends on the gunner brother in your hand to give them a thunderous blow.
The sound of drums serves as a signal. Once your shelling stops, our brothers will immediately issue an order to attack the enemy's formation and defeat them in one fell swoop."
"Okay, but your encirclement must not be too close together to avoid being accidentally injured by the gunners and soldiers."
"Don't worry about this. We are all veterans of using cannons or being bombarded by cannons. We will know how to set up an encirclement based on the sound of cannons!"
"I can rest assured that!
Disperse?"
"Disperse!"
Several people clasped their fists and walked towards their horses.
Zhou Baoyu got on his horse and waved the flag in his hand frequently.
"The beating of the drum is the order, the trumpet is the charge.
Encircle the enemy at intervals of fifty steps, and use bows and crossbows to shoot at the enemy in the formation."
"Got the order!"
After a while, the sound of rumbling war drums lingered on the boundless snowfield, one sound louder than the other, and the rhythm of the drums changed from time to time.
The tens of thousands of soldiers and horses wandering around the periphery of the soldiers and horses of the two countries also accelerated their attack speed, staring with a fanatical light in their eyes at the tens of thousands of enemy troops of the two countries leaning against each other in the formation.
Spiesmulter, who had fought against the dragon for more than twenty years, suddenly changed his expression when he heard the rhythmic drums: "No, the enemy of the dragon is about to charge!
Slavic, Ledev, what to do?”
"I...I...what do you think we should do?"
"Yes, you know Dalong better than we do, what do you think is better?"
When Spieth heard the Slavic two's rhetorical questions, he glanced at the three-layered encirclement surrounded by two more layers of dragon cavalry that were running in a roundabout way. He looked like a mourning concubine: "Either surrender, or forcefully charge out."
"Surrender? No, my family are all in the city of Grad. If the news of our surrender is known to His Majesty the Tsar, he will definitely not let them go!"
"Me too. What if His Majesty the Tsar is angry with my family? My general's son is only sixteen years old and his daughter is only fourteen years old. They are still so young. If it's because of me... no... we can't surrender."
"Then we can only find a weak point in the enemy's defense and charge out with force!
You command your own troops first, and I will command my troops.
No matter what, we have to rush out. As long as we escape from the Yinshan Mountains and find the place where we have stored food and grass, we can rush back to the territory of your Tsarist Russia!"
The two Slavs looked hesitant for a moment, then nodded helplessly: "Okay, let's rush out together."
Spismult galloped towards the left, heading towards the remaining 10,000 Western Turkic warriors under his command.
"Great Khan! What should we do now? The enemy's strength is almost more than 100,000, which is twice as many as ours!"
Spiesmult looked at his loyal lieutenant Tori Zahor.
"Tori, we have become turtles in the urn, and there is no chance of winning at all.
You secretly send an order to tell the men not to fight tooth and nail with Dalong's elite troops.
Let the men keep an eye on the Russian soldiers and horses. If they can open a hole, we will follow them and rush out.
If that doesn't work, we will surrender to the dragon.
Dalong adheres to the principle of not killing those who surrender. You have followed me for so many years, and I don’t want to see you die in vain."
"Great Khan! If you surrender, our great cause of national restoration will be..."
"Tori, there is still hope while alive, but there is no possibility at all if you die!"
"I...I understand, I will secretly pass on the order right away!"
"Go quickly, tell the men not to die in vain. The enemy army of Dalong immediately deployed five layers of circuitous encirclement. Once they are cut off during the attack, there will be no corpse left in any layer of the encirclement.
The desolate end of being trampled into mud by war horses.