Tabintai woke up in the morning and went out of the tent to take a shit. The biting cold wind made his butt hurt like a knife. He felt that his lower body was almost frozen, and it was almost no longer his own.
The air is dry and cold, the smoke cannons haven't stopped yet, this damn blizzard has been going on for half a month, raging hour by hour.
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It's just dawn and this is the wintering camp of Tushetu Khan.
The Pute Mountain in the distance blocks the cold current, and this is a pasture with rich water and grass. Although it is also covered with snow in winter, there is only a shallow amount of snow here because of the obstruction of the mountain.
Cattle and sheep can easily use their hooves to dig through the snow and eat the dead grass underneath. Goats can also eat grass roots.
Although there is only dead grass in winter, the presence or absence of dead grass is an important condition that determines how many people and livestock can survive next spring.
It's leeward, so it won't be too cold. The cattle and sheep can carry it with their own fur and fat.
If you eat a mouthful of dry grass, you will consume less fat gained from catching fat in the autumn. Even though the cattle, sheep and people were extremely thin until the spring began, when the ice and snow melted and the vegetation grew, they survived at least.
Tribes without wintering camps would find it difficult to survive the winter and would eventually disappear on the grasslands.
The name Tabintai is based on the age of the baby's grandfather when the baby was born, such as: Tabintai (fifty), Jirentai (sixty), Dalengtai (seventy), Runairentai (eighty),
Yirentai (ninety), etc. This is the traditional naming rule of the Khalkha people.
Tabintai suddenly felt the earth shaking, and he raised his head in confusion. Who would leave the camp in this bad weather with a blizzard raging? It only takes half a day to freeze the horses to death. By then, people will not be able to leave.
How far. Then it was frozen into popsicles.
Suddenly, a group of huge fiery red creatures burst out of the blizzard wall in the distance.
Yang Fan's camels are all bought from Somalia, and many of the colors are bright red, which is very different from the local gray camels.
Tabintai immediately saw that this was not a member of his tribe. It was an enemy attack!
He stood up hurriedly, pulled up his pants, and turned around like he was running in the camp.
The leader of the vanguard assault group was none other than Wang Hao. As soon as he rushed out of the snowstorm, he saw a man defecating outside the camp. Wang Hao made a prompt decision, raised his flintlock rifle, aimed at Tabintai and pulled the trigger.
However, an accident happened. The gun did not fire.
Wang Hao was stunned. Fortunately, the others were well-trained and opened fire one after another.
Only three of more than a dozen rifles fired successfully. But it was enough. Tabintai, who had just run to the fence of the camp, was shot in the back. Even his thick leather robe in winter could not stop the steel-cored lead bullet. He was directly hit.
He was punched through, and he fell down at the door before even letting out a scream.
Wang Hao quickly checked the flintlock rifle and found that the bolt was frozen.
It turned out that when their leading group was on their way, a carbide lamp was hung on the hump. This thing was an open flame and produced a lot of heat. The rifle was roasted by the fire, causing water droplets to condense and then freeze, freezing the flintlock machine.
The two Mongolians guarding the gate were also frightened. Countless camel cavalry rushed out from the blizzard. They were so densely packed that no one knew how many came.
These camels are obviously much taller than the local camels, and are fiery red in color. They are not local species. Moreover, this tribe does not have many camels.
It was just getting light now, the morning star was still hanging high in the sky, the moon was in the western sky and had not yet set, and the sun was still on the horizon. Everyone in the whole camp was sleeping soundly, and no one got up.
The two men, Chagan (white) and Hari (black), immediately took out their horns and started blowing them.
However, the camel cavalry who followed at high speed pierced them with their four-and-a-half-meter-long spears.
However, the desolate horn horn still woke up some people in nearby tents.
Countless people ran out of the tent in panic. Some were even shirtless. Apparently they had just emerged from the leather quilt.
An enemy attack is a big deal, and you must come out to see the situation clearly. You can't even think about getting dressed at this time.
Countless camels swarmed into the camp. Wang Hao was the first camel. He looked in surprise at the densely packed tents on the gradually descending slope in the distance, as well as countless cattle and sheep huddled together for warmth.
This wintering camp is too huge. When he raided the eight camps in Tumut this year, none of them was of such a large scale.
Thirty-six hundred camel cavalry equipped with muskets flooded into Tushetu Khan's camp like a flood. These knights, wielding spears and swords, slashed and assassinated all the enemies in front of them.
Hand grenades were thrown into the densely populated area of tents. Under the violent explosion, the whole camp seemed to be half boiled. Everyone was awakened.
For a moment, everyone was panicked. In this season, there was such a big snowstorm. If people couldn't walk more than twenty miles, they would freeze to death.
What kind of enemy is so bold to make a surprise attack in such a climate? Ten miles away, at Tushetu Khan's station, a huge cowhide gold tent stands in the center of a camp.
The explosion of grenades passed through the empty morning.
Tuxie Tuhan is fifty years old this year. Last night he had a banquet with the envoy of Guihua City, Jibutotabu Nang, and drank a lot of mare's milk. They agreed that after the war in Guihua, Tuxie Tuhan
Led his 30,000 cavalry troops to attack the Ming army's supply lines.
He was still drunk and felt a splitting headache. But when he heard the explosion, he jumped up. His expression suddenly changed. It was the sound of firearms.
Although the Mongols had few firearms, it did not mean that they were ignorant.
There is only one possibility for such a loud explosion, it is the sound of Akito's artillery firing.
Only the Ming Dynasty and the Jin Kingdom in the east have artillery. But now, the Jin Kingdom is fighting with the insidious Khan of Chahar. It is impossible for them to cross Chahar to attack them. Then there is only one possibility. It is the frontier army of the Ming Dynasty.
Tuxietu Khan had a gloomy face. The Ming army came so quickly. He had just reached an agreement with the Tumut people, and they came to kill him.
"Blow the trumpet and gather everyone to prepare for Mingren's shameless sneak attack." Tuxie Tuhan roared angrily.
The maids immediately brought his leather robes and armor. In the early morning, the early maids used the fire pit in the middle of the tent to heat the sweat's clothes, so that when the sweat woke up, he would have warm clothes to wear.
Tuxie Tuhan was cursing while wearing his robe.
"Why don't these shameless Akito freeze to death in such a cold weather?"
"Hmph, even if you come here, half of you will probably freeze to death and get frostbite. My 30,000 elite soldiers are not easy to mess with."
A continuous sound of horns sounded outside the golden tent. All the camps of Tushetu Khan woke up one after another. The men were putting on leather robes and leather armor made of rawhide. They grabbed bows, arrows and weapons, and hurriedly
He ran out of the tent, mounted his horse and rushed towards the Khan's golden tent.
Early in the morning is the coldest time of the day. The horses came out of the tent and were shivering passively.
Kortu, the general of Tuxietu Khan, rushed towards the golden tent with his troops and horses, sighing in his heart, only the real enemy would be so desperate, running thousands of miles deep into the grassland to attack in this kind of weather.
I'm afraid, today's war will not go well. This is definitely a formidable enemy.