Seeing Taiji kneeling down, and then looking at the more than 10,000 halberdiers densely surrounding them, the remaining 1,000 or so Ordos men threw down their weapons in despair.
The surrendered Mongols had their weapons confiscated, their armor stripped off, and they were tied up with ropes.
Buono was dejected and uneasy.
Nairen Baterzhebie is a sharp knife under Prince Tumut.
He has been famous for a long time, and his heroic deeds have been spread on the grasslands. Whether it is troubadours or shepherds singing pastoral songs, his stories are sung in their mouths.
He knew about the conspiracy between his brother and the Taijis of Tumut, and he only hoped that Nairen Bat'er would not anger him and kill him.
An Sanxi looked at Bunuo with bright eyes.
This dandy among the Ordos people is a famous loser. If his brother hadn't been a Jinong, he would have been killed by someone else.
He knew that the prince's hatred had nothing to do with him, he was just a waste.
"You loser. Listen, write a letter to your brother and ask him to use five thousand strong cows to redeem your dog's life. If one cow is missing, I will give you a whip. Three hundred cows are missing.
If you blow your head, you will be beaten to pieces."
"Dear Zhebie, don't worry, he loves me the most and will definitely redeem me, not even a single cow will be missing." Bunuo said tremblingly.
An Sanxi then relaxed his stern face and turned around and said: "Take this trash back to the city. Don't abuse him. Give him a pound of mutton and three pieces of naan bread every day."
Since he is willing to pay, he will naturally receive good treatment. This is the concept Yang Fan taught him.
The Ordos people only sent troops, but did not bring their family papers and livestock like Duoyan did.
The results of the battle were soon tallied up: 4,000 enemies were killed and about 1,000 soldiers were captured. There were also 2,000 slaves who were accompanying the army in charge of logistics support.
Seized were two thousand pieces of armor, fifteen thousand horses, ten thousand cattle, thirty thousand sheep, thousands of spears, bows, arrows, and swords.
An Sanxi didn't like these armors and weapons at all, but they could be sold to the border troops, which would also be a source of income.
According to Yang Fan's rules, all seizures must be returned to the public, but these materials must be sold centrally.
Forty percent of the money earned was handed over to the government and 60% was retained in the army. In the first round, two-thirds were distributed according to military merit, and then the remaining one-third was divided according to rank.
The heads, weapons and armor of these Mongols are naturally hot commodities.
Especially the riding bows, they are all high-quality products. Even if the price given by the border army is not suitable, Mrs. Masuda of Japan also likes them very much. In short, there is no need to worry about sales.
There are many children of generals and civil servants in Jiubian who need military merit to find a way out, so there is no need to worry about having no one want their heads. These are all real Tatar heads.
As for horses, the Mongols all have three horses per person. Oxen are used to pull carts to transport supplies. Sheep are military rations and are driven all the way from Ordos.
It was beginning to dawn, and An Sanxi immediately arranged to retreat back to the city. At this time, without the cover of night, his few people were not enough to fill the gap between the Mongols.
A large number of cattle, sheep, livestock, and prisoners were driven toward the west gate, with smoke billowing all the way.
At this time the three cavalry regiments also began to withdraw.
At dawn, everything is clear. The Mongols are not here for free. They will rush out when they see that there are few of you.
Tumut is the largest tribal group in Monan Mongolia and is also the strongest. They set up a camp in each Taiji and jointly manage more than ten miles of land.
The situation last night was unclear, and they felt that since they were not attacked, there was no need to take risks.
If others are weakened, it is not a bad thing for you. After all, the grassland is so big. If you occupy more points, I will have to occupy less points.
It wasn't until dawn that they discovered that something had happened to the Ordos people.
It turns out that everything was a sheep attack last night, and only the Ordos people were the real main attack direction.
But now it's too late, the Ordos people are finished.
The scouts reported one after another that the Han people had marched seven or eight miles with the captured prisoners, cattle and sheep, and their carts.
The faces of all the Taijis were very ugly, and they all looked at an old man sitting in the main seat.
Dasa Huang Taiji's eyes flashed, and he was repeatedly weighing the pros and cons in his mind.
He is a seventy-year-old man.
He has great authority among the Tumut people.
This time, he represented the entire Tumut tribe and led troops to participate in the alliance.
This time, the fifteen tribes of Tumut went out to fight, with a total of 30,000 troops. If he sat back and watched the Ordos people who also came from the west perish without taking any action, he would definitely anger Ordos Jinong.
The two families are adjacent to each other across the Yellow River. The Ordos are in the Hetao area of Henan, and the Tumuts are in Bayannaoer, Baotou, Hohhot, and Ulanqab in Hebei.
Jinong can't reach Duolun, but he is still capable of causing trouble for them. After last year's war, everyone is now forced to surrender to Lin Dan Khan.
Facing the powerful Chahar people, if you want to survive, you must unite. I really don't want to have internal strife anymore.
If this matter is not handled well, I'm afraid there will be a lot of friction.
Daza made up his mind and stood up and said: "Now the situation is very clear. The Ming people have 20,000 infantry in our direction. They have eaten the 5,000 Ordos cavalry and fought hard all night. They are already exhausted. We still have
Thirty thousand fresh troops. We rush over and crush them."
All the Taiwanese auspicious people agreed one after another. It is obvious that now is a good time to pick up bargains.
The Ming people have been fighting all night, and the infantry are no better than the cavalry. They must be very tired and exhausted. Now they rush forward, kill them, and grab their spoils at the same time.
Then, waves of low-pitched horn sounds sounded. On the open grassland, this low-frequency sound was extremely penetrating and spread far.
The wind blew from the west, and Ansanxi heard the subtle sound of horns in the wind from the grassland. After all, the distance was less than eight miles.
He knew that this was the action of the Tumut people.
He is from the Tumut tribe, and he is so familiar with the Tumut people, just like his left hand is familiar with his right hand.
"Leave fifteen thousand men, and bring the rest back to the city with the prisoners, mobilize three cavalry regiments, change horses, and come over to support." An Sanxi gave the order.
It seems that we can't do anything without blocking. If we want to bring the loot back to the city safely, we have to fight the Tumut people here.
The militiamen quickly took action according to the requirements of the usual regulations. They threw iron pears in front of the formation and dug out a small hole three inches in diameter and one foot deep with the meat-eating knife they carried with them. While digging, they retreated in an orderly manner.
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After digging more than a dozen rows of small holes, everyone sat down to rest.
"Let everyone hurry up and eat, there will be a tough battle soon." An Sanxi ordered.
An hour later, smoke billowed from the front, and a large number of Tumut cavalry came galloping towards them. At this time, the militiamen escorting the prisoners were already approaching the city gate.
An Sanxi looked at the pocket watch given by his master. The time was seven o'clock in the morning. At this time, the other Mongolians had not yet reacted. He had an hour to inflict heavy damage on these Tumuts, and then let the troops alternately cover and retreat gradually.
Until returning to the city.
I fought hard all night last night. I just ate something and drank some water, and then I lay on the ground for an hour. My physical strength must have dropped a lot.
But there is no choice. The situation on the battlefield is changing rapidly, so we can only deal with it calmly.
"Let's form an array, twelve three-row horizontal arrays, followed by twelve wedge-shaped arrays. The horizontal array steel crossbows are ready."