While the war horses were walking, even their neighing was filled with joy.
Only Badali was in a very heavy mood and always had a bad premonition about this expedition.
In order to cooperate with Dorgon in the battle, he was appointed as the commander of the right wing, gathering all the remaining troops of Horqin's three right-wing banners and heading south, directly attacking the flank of the Loufu cluster.
But after walking for so many days, the situation reported is still not clear enough.
"We have sent people to contact the Zarut Department, but there has been no reply so far."
After hearing the scout's report, Badali became more and more irritable.
"Have all the spies been sent out?"
His son Bayas Hulang hurriedly said: "Each of the three groups of spies is a centurion team. I believe there will be news soon."
The other Mongolian princes and nobles all ate and drank as usual, full of confidence.
If it weren't for the cavalry, Badali might not have dared to march alone.
However, the Third Cavalry Division was well aware of Horqin's right wing actions.
Even if the power of the Three Banners is gathered, it will only be around 20,000.
The Third Cavalry Division was established relatively late and cannot compare with those big brother troops, and is more eager for military success.
"Since Horqin didn't notice the movements of our main force, we will catch him off guard. Kill him right here in Huanghua Mountain."
Because too many elites were mobilized, the strength of various Mongolian ministries was greatly weakened.
As a result, even though they were on their own territory, Horqin's right wing was like a blind man.
Baisgar, who was on the right-wing front banner, was actually a little scared, but he was more worried.
Faced with the verbal and written criticism from all the princes, Badali felt very unhappy.
"The Horqin cavalry should be able to arrive at Huanghua Mountain at noon tomorrow."
The scout said very proudly: "We have completely shielded the battlefield, and all three of Horqin's scouts have been driven back by us."
Thinking back to the time when Horqin and Mongolia were united together, they were so powerful.
Only Badali was still frowning.
Huanghua Mountain is one hundred and fifty miles northeast of the Zalut Banner where they are currently located. The Sayintaobu River flows through it and can provide water for the army.
If the Han people come here to fight with them, they will definitely learn a lesson they will never forget.
"Well done, I'll give you credit later."
These Han cavalry showed combat effectiveness that he could not imagine at all. In just half an hour, the Zarut troops completely collapsed.
The negative consequences brought about by the various Mongolian tribes following the Qing army into the Pass were all revealed at this time.
Military and political leader Cui Mingan pointed out the key.
Pan Zhengyang asked the scout: "Have Horqin's scouts discovered us?"
"Of course we have to kill him. We have nearly 50,000 horses in the Third Division. Wouldn't it be a shame if we couldn't defeat his mere Horqin right wing?"
Countless Mongolian corpses were thrown into the burning bonfires one by one, burned and integrated into the heaven and earth.
Although he heard that the National Defense Forces and the Qing-Mongolian coalition forces were going to fight at the Xilamulun River not far away, Sangjiabu was not worried at first.
If the scouts cannot gain the upper hand, they cannot effectively monitor the battlefield and discover the enemy's movements.
The number of scouts that Horqin could send out on the right wing was small, and their combat effectiveness was also quite insufficient. Therefore, they were at a complete disadvantage in the contest with the scouts of the 3rd Cavalry Division.
On this grassland where they have lived for generations, if they want to obtain any information, isn't it a matter of course?
"Dear general, I am willing to lead the Zarut tribe to surrender, and I am willing to be the vanguard of the army to help you deal with the Horqin people."
As a result, when the Third Cavalry Division came under overwhelming siege, he finally understood what despair meant.
Zarut's camp has now been reduced to ashes.
The generals of the Third Cavalry Division immediately formulated a battle plan and rushed to Huanghua Mountain overnight.
Chief of Staff Wanyan Zhengbo immediately had an idea.
Pan Zhengyang laughed loudly and raised his fist to hit the scout.
This makes it impossible for them to completely control the grassland.
Badali didn't know what was waiting for him ahead.
"Okay, let's stop arguing. Let's discuss whether we should march or not?"
"When did the Han cavalry become so powerful?"
"It's too late for you to ask for surrender now. Just be your prisoner."
The fast horses galloped over, and the scouts were sweating and covered in blood.
"It's really unbelievable that the descendants of Genghis Khan have fallen to such a low level."
What worries him the most is that the troops they have on hand are really not enough now.
Hearing that he was in contact with Horqin, Pan Zhengyang perked up and asked quickly: "Where is it?"
Zalut's Dorobele Sangjiabu knelt in front of Pan Zhengyang in fear, wagging his tail and begging for mercy.
He had no idea what was waiting for him in the days to come.
The capable soldiers of each banner have followed Azig and Duduo into the Central Plains. Those who stayed to look after the family have always lost some in combat effectiveness.
On Horqin's right wing, news of the successive setbacks of the scouts came, casting a shadow over the hearts of all the Mongolian princes.
The officers of the Third Cavalry Division gathered around and immediately came to a conclusion.
The scout did not dismount, but immediately opened the map and pointed it out to him.
"Reporting to the division commander, we have discovered Horqin's scouts."
Pan Zhengyang rode up to Sangjiabu, condescending and did not dismount at all.
As a soldier, who wouldn't want to attack Liye?
At this time, he could no longer suppress his anger towards the Manchus.
It was Huang Taiji who was afraid that Horqin would become powerful, so he abruptly divided it into the left and right wings of Six Flags, and set up Zaksa to manage each.
The Mongolians who were still alive had long since lost their energy and spirit, and were escorted by Wehrmacht soldiers, slowly heading east.
He was different from these nobles who rarely left the Mongolian grasslands. He had seen the power of the National Defense Forces.
Hearing that Pan Zhengyang actually refused to accept his surrender, Sangjiabu couldn't understand for a moment and was terrified.
Now it's hard to stand alone. If we don't show results, the officers will not be able to accept it.
Although their station is very close to the battlefield, as a people on horseback, Sangjiabu is confident that he can run away at any time.
As a result, the Six Flags were tied and had equal status. Now that he was in trouble, he had no way to suppress others and could only talk nicely and discuss it.
"Prince Rui has issued a strict order that we must rush to the battlefield within ten days. If there is a delay, who can take the responsibility?"
Lama Shixi of the Right Rear Banner is now in very bad health, almost dragging his sick body while marching. While talking, he coughs violently.
"All the young and strong members of the clan have entered the border. Even if the remaining old, weak, sick and disabled people rush over, what can they do?"
Suddenly, the princes and nobles began to complain.
Seeing the morale of the army in chaos, Badali increasingly felt that the future was not good.