Chapter 390 I have only done extraordinary things in my life
Chapter 390 I have only accomplished extraordinary feats in my life
"The governor asked you to send more sentries to Qinghai, just obey the order!"
In Guyuan City, Tang Shunzhi firmly gave the order.
The imperial chariot is coming, the news has spread, and the emperor is on his way.
Tang Shunzhi knew what strategy was decided at this military affairs meeting, but the people under him did not.
"Gansu has a long and narrow terrain. The Suzhou Guards, Ganzhou Five Guards, and Zhenyi Stations are mobilized according to the governor's deployment." Tang Shunzhi then looked at the governors and generals of Ningxia and Yansui towns, "Don't ask the governor other questions, and don't do it because of the governor's deployment."
When your Majesty's Royal Chariot arrives, he will start the battle rashly. He will first send more sentries and cavalry to reconnoiter the enemy's situation, and then assemble the army according to the deployment to prepare for war!"
"Dutai, Xuanda's side has already attacked Zhang Bei!" The people below are not stupid. "Your Majesty has arrived in Taiyuan. Is it just to suppress the captives and prevent them from going to rescue? Then the three of us...
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Tang Shunzhi shouted to stop them: "If I am here, I will always have merit! Now it is a big chess game against the northern captives, and all armies must act according to orders. If it ruins the overall situation, it will be a crime but no merit! Send the sentry cavalry first.
Go out, make the captives suspicious, and divide your troops to defend. You will not be able to live in peace for the whole spring and summer, and it will be easier to fight back!"
After spending three years here, Tang Shunzhi also gained some prestige.
However, Yu Dayou recaptured a small Tucheng and granted him the title of Bo. Now that the generals on the three sides heard that the Tumote tribe had migrated to the northeast, the captives were in an isolated and helpless state, and they could not restrain their desire to make contributions.
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First, His Majesty wanted to drive to the northwest, and they thought it was a trap.
Later, they heard that Xuanda had already left the border wall and the formation was huge. In addition, Tang Shunzhi's deployment did not look like he was going to attack Hetao as soon as possible, so they were even more anxious.
Exactly when and how to fight is a bit confusing now.
Seeing that they were still hesitant to speak, Tang Shunzhi said solemnly: "The Tao captives cannot be defeated in one fell swoop! The Tao captives must not be eliminated. Those who escaped will join the Ora tribes. From now on, we will face three enemies."
There are more tribes, and there are no borders to defend. It is located in the northwest, and it is even more difficult to transport food, grass and military supplies. If it is gained and lost again, wouldn’t it be a useless effort? This cannot be ignored!"
The generals can only think about the immediate military exploits, but Tang Shunzhi has to consider the issues after recapturing the Hetao.
The current border wall defense line basically follows the mountains. If the Hetao is recaptured and the Tumut tribe has moved away, it will not be easy to hold the Hetao in the future. In addition to the Yinshan Mountain to the north of the Hetao, further west
Both the North and North Naben are Gobi, desert, and wasteland.
Therefore, the most difficult thing is how to eliminate as many Taoists as possible in one battle, making it easier to defend the core Hetao area from behind.
To do this, some should be diverted away and as much as possible should be blocked.
The east side is naturally easy to talk about, and the west side can also find a way, but what about the north side?
Therefore, Tang Shunzhi wanted to buy time to attract Gunbilik's attention.
At this moment, Datong was sending more troops to Tucheng, and someone was peeking into Liangcheng from the direction of Shahukou, which had been taken by Gunbilik.
In Xuanfu and the north of Jizhou, the main force of Xuanda and the Duoyan tribe were launching an operation to wipe out many tribes under Yongxie Buwanhu.
Among these armies, there is also a special unit, whose number is less than a thousand.
In the darkness, the troops reached the top of a mountain and were scattered sparsely along the ridgeline, silently looking at the bonfire and a camp in the distance.
"This is the Karaqin tribe, right?"
"You can't be wrong." A man from the Duoyan tribe looked at the people next to him in awe and replied in a low voice.
"That's easy to handle." In the dark night, the man grinned, and the man from the Duoyan tribe felt that his teeth looked chilling.
"Eat something, sleep for a while, and wait until midnight."
As the order was issued, the men from the Duoyan tribe saw that the elite soldiers of the Ming Dynasty from the top of the mountain to both sides simply took out some dried meat and cold biscuits from the bags they carried and ate them silently.
Their movements were not much louder than the mountain wind.
Then, he saw some people taking out a roll of blankets tied to the side of the bag and opening it. It was said to be a blanket, but it was sewn to look like a leather bag. Some people used such bags to put themselves in, and then fell down on the spot.
Open to sleep.
This must be the most terrifying army in the Ming Dynasty. Along the way, as a guide, he felt more and more suffocated.
He had no idea how he could keep up with their marching speed. One day, he was so tired that he fainted. When he woke up, he found that he was being carried by a person. After he was woken up to find the direction, he realized that he had already
More than twenty miles away.
The person carrying him seemed to be fine, which made him wonder if he was being carried by him all the way, or if he changed people in the middle - it shouldn't be, right? Otherwise, he would wake up.
So... is this the one who killed Bodi with one arrow under Amber's command in Daming Town?
Yan Chunsheng also sat on the ground, back to back with the other two soldiers, and closed his eyes.
The men in Duoyan Department soon heard his even breathing, which meant that Yan Chunsheng had fallen asleep.
How could they sleep? Won't they have to fight at night like before?
But the Haraqin tribe in front of them was not comparable to some of the small tribes they had passed before.
As one of the large tribes under the Yongxiebu Wanhu, the Haraqin Tribe is not much smaller than the Duoyan Tribe. What's more, there is a roaring wind on the grassland at this time, and they are also very vigilant.
Just wondering like this, he couldn't bear it for a while, so he curled up and hid behind the rocks and fell asleep in a daze.
After a long time, he woke up only when he heard the sound of cannon.
When he opened his eyes, Zhen Anbo and other generals were no longer around him. Only one person was standing on the top of the mountain, holding a cylinder in his hand and looking into the distance. On the other two sides, there were two teams of people guarding the pile.
Backpacks together.
Hearing the noise, he looked back and said, "The fight is about to start. You won't be in the way. Come on over."
The man from the Duoyan tribe walked over and stared into the distance, then slowly opened his mouth.
He had never seen the seemingly chaotic and quick-moving figures here more than half an hour ago, nor had he seen that the commotion in the Kalaqin tribe started from various places at almost the same time.
But now, he could only see a fire burning in the center of the Karaqin tribe's camp.
Where are the sentinels in the realm of the Karaqin tribe? Where are their cavalry and war horses?
Following the man who stayed to "look after" him, the man from the Duoyan tribe walked forward, his heart trembling with excitement: "Did you win?"
"That's natural. I'll give you a horse when we get there. Go back quickly and bring your people over. My uncle wants nothing less!"
"Okay!" His voice was full of joy, "Why did you win so quickly?"
The only response he received was a disdainful chuckle, but he didn't explain anything.
Naturally, the things done in the special operations camp cannot be judged by common sense.
Although this tribe is not small, the water plants are beginning to become rich and there are not many tribesmen who go to the surrounding areas to graze.
The number of people staying here may be several thousand or more than 10,000. But apart from the bodyguards of the lord of the Kalaqin tribe who is said to be my younger brother, most of them are women, children and the elderly.
The special operations battalion travels day and night, and their speed is far beyond that of ordinary troops. They attack when people are most tired, and each of them has been trained to death during the weekdays. They move quickly, avoid light and shadow, and use arrow skills.
Outstanding and in pieces.
Even if someone gets into the outer cordon, they can't reach the deepest point, but in the turmoil after the initial attack, they can't compare with the enemy who can't conduct effective command.
The terrible thing is that since it is a special operations camp, foreign languages also need to be learned.
The biggest enemy was the Beilu, so in the initial commotion, they also understood who the leaders were who were being called out by others.
Then, arrows with terrifyingly high accuracy, one-to-ten combat power per person, specially-made muskets, grenades, oil rockets...
If the command system is in chaos, no matter how many people there are, they are still headless.
In such "street fighting" at night in camps, the people in the special operations battalion are like gods of death.
Once casualties reach 10 to 20%, it will enter collapse time.
When the man from the Duoyan tribe walked to the camp area where the main members of the Karaqin tribe were currently stationed as herders, he only saw two to three hundred Ming generals seizing the horses that they had just captured and tamed, showing no less than
The elite prairie soldiers patrolled around.
You can see horse hoof prints scattered to the north, west and east. Of course, many people still escaped.
But at the moment, there are still densely packed women and children captives surrounded by more than 300 people in an open space. The atmosphere is so frightened that they are trembling with suppressed cries. Yan Chunsheng sits calmly on a bed covered with tigers.
He was eating cake on a leather chair, with a young head with eyes still closed beneath his feet.
The men from the Duoyan tribe recognized it, and it was Gambilik and Ada's younger brother, the new lord of the Karaqin tribe, Bayashall?
He didn't see the old man among the prisoners, so of course they couldn't have all escaped, probably... they had all been killed.
How many women and children are left now? The Karaqin tribe is basically finished.
"There are a lot of people, go and report the news quickly." Yan Chunsheng waved two fingers, "Give him two horses, and the three of you, protect him and go together."
The men in the Duoyan tribe looked at him like a demon.
There are only less than a thousand of them! If they keep fighting like this, won't they be invincible?
Of course, fighting is not what he, an inexperienced person, thought, and the special operations battalion cannot continue to fight like this.
After he and three men from the special operations battalion rode to report the news, Yan Chunsheng ordered: "Leave half of the treasure found and return it to the brothers who were killed and injured last night. A hundred of you, take the rest first."
A thousand prisoners will go to Tucheng, and they will bring supplies to join them."
"General, is it enough for the remaining brothers to guard here?"
"What's not enough? Don't be nagging."
After a fierce battle, the special operations battalion lost 26 people here, and more than 200 others were killed.
Now it was necessary to separate out a hundred men and take some horses with them, but Yan Chunsheng was not afraid that the escaped people would bring news, which would lead Yongxie Buwanhu to counterattack.
Under the arrows and muskets of the special operations battalion, there were soon endless cries, and howls of children holding their arms and refusing to be separated.
Yan Chunsheng stood up and shouted in his awkward "bird language": "I have rescued more than 600 Han people in your clan! In the past, you went to kill my people from the Ming Dynasty and kidnapped them as slaves. Now,
I'm back from the fight. If you want to live, just accept your fate! From today on, this place will return to the Ming Dynasty! Back then, I killed Bodi with one arrow. Last night, I also killed him with one arrow! Since I didn't kill him last night
You guys, I’m not going to kill you anymore. But if you cry and cry and refuse to accept your fate, I won’t be happy, so I might kill you!”
After saying that, he stopped looking at them and turned around to walk to the other side.
Over there, there were more than 100 people surrounding more than 600 people.
When Yan Chunsheng arrived there, he hadn't finished eating the cake in his hand.
His eyes scanned these people, there were men and women, and no one was older.
He finished the last mouthful, drank some more water, and then said: "This general is Yan Chunsheng, An Bo of Daming Town. Maybe you have heard about the battle more than four years ago. This general shot an arrow outside Zhen'an Fort.
Kill Bodi, and thus become the uncle. Now, I will kill him to the north of the Great Wall."
There was a bit of commotion in the crowd, and now they were all kneeling.
Yan Chunsheng continued: "Many of you were kidnapped. But I also know that some of you also surrendered on your own initiative. Some of you who surrendered are unable to survive in the border town, and some have evil intentions!"
His eyes turned cold, and he said coldly: "Now that I have come to kill you, there is no need to be afraid of those who were kidnapped or those who had no choice but to throw themselves here alive. As for those thieves with evil intentions who surrendered to the enemy, now I
Come forward and I will give you a good reward. If you are identified, I will have my own means to give you a taste of purgatory first."
"I forgot to mention that the powerful force that I am leading now is affiliated with the Jin Yiwei. All of them are proficient in the means of jailing!"
The sound spread in the wind, and several people in the crowd suddenly turned pale.
Yan Chunsheng was too lazy to care too carefully whether they would take the opportunity to take revenge for their daily grudges.
No matter what, both sides need to give people a head-shake first.
Next, Yan Chunsheng will have to wait here for a while. His purpose of appearing on the battlefield has been achieved, and there is still a more difficult task that needs to be completed.
To this end, he needed some new hands that he could trust, and these Han people who were taken captive on the grasslands were naturally the best helpers.
After beheading thirteen Han Chinese who were unanimously identified as members of the White Lotus sect, Yan Chunsheng assigned a new task to some of the young men among them: each of them was to divide the family of women and children from the Karaqin tribe who were still staying here.
In this way, more than a thousand people can be digested. After dividing them, re-crowd the tents that have not been burned, and then repair the outer fortifications.
During this process, the special operations battalion sent out more than ten teams of sentries to the north, west, and northeast.
Now, there are only more than 200 Han women.
"You have all suffered." Yan Chunsheng looked at them, "I have already asked you. You were taken captive, and other Han slaves have no right to touch you. You are all working as cattle and horses in the tents of the chiefs. Now,
I can’t send you back first, because if you send you back, you won’t have any good way to make a living.”
Among the sobs, some were happy and some were terrified.
It was a dark day in the past, and we don’t know what will happen in the future.
The captured men are already familiar with life on the grassland. In the future, they can take some Mongolian women and children to live in Tucheng. There may be some short-lived men who remember hatred, but in the future
In the face of the general situation and the Han Dynasty, those will not be big problems. Yan Chunsheng does not need to worry about these things.
Yan Chunsheng had other plans for these abducted women.
"This general and his generals will stay here for a while. When the border troops arrive, you may wish to take a look. Later, the border troops will be stationed here again and some new cities will be built. Some brothers will also
Since I don’t have a family, I might just let you be my concubine, which will give me a backbone in the future. Now that Your Majesty doesn’t owe wages, life is easy. During this period, you first take care of your injured brother and do some
Hot meals and dishes. If my subordinates fall in love with you, I will be able to make the decision and send you back to the capital first."
Yan Chunsheng said it bluntly, but when these women heard it, they all seemed to see a glimmer of light.
The life of an ordinary soldier is just like grass and grass, and there is not much to say about it. And they can no longer be particular about it.
Maybe, someone will treat them well?
What's more, if you are attracted by this uncle's soldiers, as a member of the Jinyi Guards, you can go to live in the capital. From now on, at least you don't have to worry about losing your life on the grassland.
After spending some time arranging these things, Yan Chunsheng found a tent and slept.
As for his lieutenant also choosing two pretty girls to serve him at his request, that's a story for another day.
After the war, the special operations battalion temporarily relaxed, but they also remembered the lessons learned in daily life and did not dare to be careless. They were able to deal with such things as indulgence, because everyone knew that it was just an appetizer now, and they were out of the way.
There are more demanding tasks to complete.
In the words of Yan Chunsheng: I have only done extraordinary things in my life!
The same is naturally true for special operations battalions.