Chapter 1490 The tree fell and the hozens scattered
It was September, the sky was high and the air was crisp on the grassland, and the grass was long and fat.
At this time in previous years, the nomadic people would have been busy harvesting pasture and fattening their cattle, sheep and horses in preparation for the long cold winter.
At the same time, we must actively prepare for war and be ready to cross the Great Wall and plunder daily supplies at any time.
But at this moment, the grassland was covered with war clouds, blood was rising to the sky, and every Mongolian's heart was filled with gloom.
After more than two months of arduous journey, Dorgon and the Qing Dynasty officials finally arrived at Xilin Gol Grassland.
This is where Horqin's left wing is currently retreating.
It is impossible to estimate how much property was lost along the way. In short, the Manchu Qing Dynasty was greatly damaged by this, and it would be impossible to recover in a short period of time.
But the situation Dorgon faced was even more difficult and dangerous.
"Have all the troops arrived?"
The princes and nobles of Horqin Mongolia gathered together to welcome Dorgon and others.
"Before Prince Rui returned, our Horqin tribe had already fought a war with the Han people. The Han people had powerful firearms and numerous troops, which caused us heavy losses and unable to gain a foothold in the Xilamulun River. I wonder if Prince Rui has any good ideas?"
The most important thing is that the Mongolian grasslands are flat and wide, and you can march everywhere, fully utilizing the mobility of the cavalry.
Coupled with local combat, they are more familiar with the terrain, landforms, and have intelligence blessings, so they may actually be able to win.
Manzhu Xili didn't see anything unusual, so he could only hide his thoughts.
"Only Naiman, Aohan and other ministries sent people, and the other ministries... all did not reply."
After a while, Dorgon finally recovered.
The faces of the Mongolian princes and nobles present were all ugly, but they did not take his words seriously.
"Without delay, Liaodong cannot make any mistakes. I have decided to march immediately and destroy the Chinese army on the banks of the Xilamulun River."
Dorgon was furious, but he also understood that there was nothing he could do in the current situation.
Dorgon threw his wine glass on the spot.
Dorgon tried his best to keep his expression calm so that others would not notice.
"Prince Ying and Prince Yu have arrived in Shanxi, and Prince Su is waiting for them. It won't take long before they arrive in person."
Just looking at the two people in front of me, my heart became even more sad.
The overwhelming muskets and artillery were a powerful force they had never seen before.
Although Yue Le has extraordinary qualifications, he is too young. If given time, he might have become a famous general. But now that the war is underway, there is no such time.
Moreover, this time the National Defense Force suddenly invaded Horqin's territory. Faced with the disaster, Horqin's various ministries could only unite around the Manchus.
Although the Horqin tribe and the Manchus were related by marriage, Horqin had to consider his own life and death. In other words, it was impossible to throw all his family wealth into it.
This is their experience gained from thousands of years of history.
This made various Mongolian tribes full of complaints against the Manchus.
After the discussion was reached, everyone dispersed and prepared their own preparations.
The previous battles were truly unforgettable for the Mongols.
After all, although the Han people were able to invade the grasslands, they came and went in a hurry and could never gain a foothold. After the Han people left, the grasslands were still dominated by the Mongols.
Wu Keshan led most of the troops on Horqin's left wing to follow the Qing army into the pass, which made Horqin's left wing extremely weak now.
Faced with Dorgon's problem, Badali was filled with resentment.
As for Ye Keshu, Dorgon had other important uses.
There used to be many famous generals in the Qing Dynasty, but now there are only these two people left beside him.
When the Manchu Qing Dynasty was strong, they could only stay humble and obey orders. Now that the Manchu Qing Dynasty is declining and may perish at any time, the Mongols must consider themselves.
He brought back more than 30,000 Qing troops, and together with the various Mongolian tribes, there were more than 70,000 soldiers and horses.
Of course, the Mongolian princes had no objection to his idea.
This is also the reason why many Mongolian tribes did not heed the call of the Manchus and fight together this time.
Yue Le and Ye Keshu quickly stepped forward to support him.
The only hope now is to defeat the National Defense Force in front of them and let the Mongols understand that the Manchu Qing Dynasty is still the Manchu Qing Dynasty.
Only Horqin's various ministries were tied too deeply to the Manchu and Qing dynasties, and they had no choice but to go all the way to the dark side.
With the power he has now, if he dares to use force against other Mongolian tribes, these Mongols may immediately defect to the empire and act as helpers to eliminate them.
"Together, all the tribes have 43,000 capable warriors and 60,000 war horses. This is the total wealth of my Horqin tribe."
Moreover, many Mongolian tribes sent a large number of soldiers and horses to follow the Manchus into the pass, but they have not returned to this day, and there has been no news from them.
"Your Majesty!"
"These short-sighted people, do they think that the Chinese army will stop here? From now on, the Mongolians on the grasslands will become slaves of the Han people."
Dorgon calculated silently and gained a little confidence.
"How many soldiers and horses are there now?"
Facing the difficult situation, Dorgon was exhausted mentally and physically, and he grew older out of nowhere.
Relatively speaking, in the eyes of the Mongolians, the Han people may be better.
What Manzhu Xili fears most is that once these tribesmen fail to come back, their left-wing foundation may not be preserved.
"Prince Rui, when will the other troops come back?"
Horqin Mongolia lost more than 3,000 people, and the entire army lost their fighting spirit. They could only retreat four hundred miles westward, placing their hope of victory on Dorgon.
When the National Defense Forces arrived at their doorstep, these Mongolians were frightened. What they wanted to do most was to drive away the National Defense Forces as soon as possible.
Bang……
In the past, such a scene would have been filled with singing and dancing, and the occasion was unprecedented. But today, there is only gloom and gloom.
Manzhu Xili asked tentatively.
Without outsiders, Dorgon's figure swayed and his eyes became dizzy.
The riding and archery skills that the Mongols were proud of in the past all collapsed in the face of such firearms.
Various rumors were rampant, making the Mongols suspicious. They felt that the Manchus had suffered a defeat in the Central Plains and that their people would not be able to come back.
Aren’t today’s Mongolians slaves of the Manchus?
Being ordered around by Manqing and suppressed at will, he also lived a precarious life.
Badali spoke every word, and there was a special meaning in his words.
Badali, as the co-leader of the Horqin tribe, began to preside at this time.
He held Ye Keshu's hand tightly, lowered his voice and gave instructions carefully.
"Although the Chinese army has blocked the Asila Mulun River, there must be a way around it from the north. No matter what, you have to return to Shengjing. Tell He Luohui that if things are not harmonious, we will lead the remaining troops
The people returned to Hetuala."
Ye Keshu burst into tears and understood Dorgon's thoughts.
That night, he didn't disturb anyone. He just led his entourage and disappeared into the northern night.