The northern part of the desert is a bitter and cold place. The snowstorm of the whole winter has just passed, and the herders can finally come out to grazle.

The wind and snow here are really dead when it is touched, and they can instantly freeze the entire flock into ice lumps. Only a few wolves can live here.

Suhazhi walked out of the low yurt, his face filled with joy, and he could spend this winter safely. It was already very strange that they did not die of soldiers this year.

In the northern part of the Mo River, all forces are like bandits. This is a world where the strong prey on the weak. Herders from weak tribes will be bullied and killed for the rest of their lives. However, the large tribes in the past will not kill them all, because there are still a few more shepherds and children, until they come to kill again and rob.

This is how Suhazhi's generations came here. Many of his uncles died under the Iron Cavalry of Korqin, but now it is different. The Korqin tribe has been wiped out because it is close to the Jiannu of Manzhou.

There is no saying that the strong will prey on the weak under the rule of the Ming Dynasty. As long as you pay a very reasonable tax, you can not only change from the merchants who come and go to the iron pot that you never dared to think about before, but also live a stable and safe life. Especially the strong wine brought by the merchants in the Central Plains, it is really a delicious food on earth. Su Hazhi feels that his first half of his life was in vain.

The only thing that gave him a headache was that he needed to go to the Wei Institute to learn Chinese. Those languages ​​were really difficult to learn, especially for Suhazhi, who was middle-aged. However, his two well-behaved and cute daughters learned very quickly. Children on the grassland now speak in the language of the Chinese people, and like the hinterland of the Central Plains, there is no tuition fee here.

A general wearing animal leather armor came over in the distance, and smiled after seeing him, "Old Ha, why are you grinning?"

Su Hazhi turned around and saw that he was Zhao Hong, a thousand-householder in the Linwei Institute. This place is vast and sparsely populated, so people have a relatively close relationship, especially these soldiers from the prosperous inland areas, who are very respected and loved by the Mongolians.

Suhazhi said in broken Chinese: "General Zhao, where are you going?"

Zhao Hong curled his lips and wanted to correct this person's grammar, but after thinking for a while, he gave up and said happily: "Old Wu, who collects the animal skin, is here again. Last time I asked him to bring me some things and a letter from home. This time there must be a letter from home, so I'll get it."

Just as Suhazhi was about to reply, he saw his little daughter running over hurriedly. The soil under her feet splashed, making her clothes dirty. Suhazhi raised her face and was about to scold her when she saw her daughter shouting: "The enemy is here, there are many enemies, enemies riding on horseback, dad, mom, run away quickly."

The teaching masters in Harin are from Shandong, so these Mongolian children speak authentic Shandong dialect with a strong Taishan accent.

Of course Zhao Hong understood. Zhao Hong and Su Hazhi lay down together, and as if the sound of horse hooves came, Zhao Hong got up, pulled out his waist knife, and shouted: "Old Ha, give me a horse!"

Su Hazhi quickly brought a horse he rode long, Zhao Hongyue jumped on the horse's back and said anxiously: "You take the herdsmen to retreat south, damn, I want to see which one is not open to his eyes."

This is already the border of the northern part of the Mobei region. Since there is an enemy attack, either other Mongolian tribes or Rakshasa people are known to you.

In his heart, it is more likely to think that it is the Tatars because they have no grudges with Rakshasa in the past and have no grudges recently. According to the Han people's concept, he did not think that Rakshasa would take the initiative to provoke the enemy of the Ming Dynasty.

In the garrison, the soldiers of the border had already been put on the battlefield and were confronting the cavalry opposite.

After Zhao Hong came, his second-in-command came forward and said, "Old Zhao, he is a Rakshasa man."

Needless to say, the flags and clothes on the opposite side can be seen, and they are the infamous Rakshasa cavalry.

Zhao Hong sneered and said, "Send a fast horse to pick three good riding skills to inform Wuliang Mansion to notify the general. If it doesn't work, you will report to the Marquis of Xiangxi."

"That's not our business. Let's deal with these dog thieves first." Hu Ce, the big man, had a bad temper, and the war horse under his crotch also hissed and roared.

The cavalry on the opposite side were brightly dressed and very easy to identify. They were the infamous Cossacks. This group of people were Hussars who used spears to fight, and the length of the spear was even twice that of their bodies. It looked very awkward to see a man like Zhao Hong.

Many years later, Napoleon once said: If there were Cossack cavalry in my army, I would use them to sweep the whole world. They were excellent light cavalry, but they were not disciplined and were unwilling to dismount and fight, which restricted their performance on the battlefield. They were so cruel to the people that the whole of Europe, regardless of their enemies, hated them to the core.

The Cossacks were indeed brave and good at fighting on horseback, and were very cruel. Hemier said to the three thousand cavalrymen under his command: "Our leader accepted the covenant of those braided men in the northeast, and let us kill in the north of the desert, and this place will become our next hunting ground."

"What are you waiting for? Kill!"

The Cossacks riding on horses looked at the Han people with less than two thousand people in front of them. They were so poor that they had only a few horses and strange equipment. None of the Cossacks took them seriously, and the low walls they built.

"I have heard that the Han people in the south like to build walls. Now let them know that there are no city walls on the grassland that can withstand our cavalry."

Zhao Hong looked at the cavalry opposite, measured the shooting distance, and shouted loudly: "Are ready for the gunner."

When the flag was waved, the shells in the distance had already been loaded. They were waiting for the flag to move again and were about to be fired.

Hemier was not nervous about going south. He had heard of the story of Temujin's descendants conquering that rich land. According to legend, there was a pile of gold and silver and gold, and people lived a life like a god. No one did not yearn for that place, including the cavalry present.

"Roll... slaughter these two-legged cattle and sheep, poke their bodies through and enjoy their women." The cavalry rushed over with a grin.

"Rise the gun!"

"shooting!"

"Arson!"

The standard Northern Expedition Army had three axes, and three moves came up to respond to changes. The Ming army fired behind the wall, and the musket shot down several war horses in the leap. Soon, the huge cannon sounded, and even Zhao Hong was shocked.

"Why is the cannon so loud this time?"

Like Hou Xuanyan's reaction, these people also complained about the Firearms Arsenal behind, and this sound was also a torture for their own people.

After the new artillery was shipped, these people had not used it yet, and the war in the border areas only began to ignite today.

After several rounds of shooting, the Cossack cavalry finally rushed in front of them. The infantry in front scattered, and the cavalry behind them rushed out from the middle.

Zhao Hong took the lead. On the grassland in the north of the desert, the tender green grass was stained red by the blood of the soldiers of the Northern Expedition Army for the first time. After a fierce battle between the two sides, Zhao Hong's subordinates went three out of ten.

These brothers who are far away in a foreign land have a deep friendship with each other, just like their own brothers.

Seeing the brothers lying in the hands of the enemy chief who was attacking for no reason, Zhao Hong's eyes were bloodshot, and his whole body was as crazy as he shouted and killed, shaking the world.

Hemier did not expect that these people were so capable that his cavalry were shot down by hundreds of people, and then he did not gain much advantage in the cavalry's fight.

But the situation on the field has gradually become clearer. After all, the Rakshasa people have the advantage of the number of people, and their spears have also taken advantage of them, nailing many Han soldiers to the ground.

Zhao Hong's arm was injured, blood dripping from his hands, his face was extremely ferocious, and it slashed until the tiger's mouth became numb.

A group of people suddenly came from afar. Zhao Hong was not afraid when he saw that it was someone who was behind him. When he looked back, it turned out that it was the Ming Dynasty merchants who brought their men to help the battle.

Zhao Hong spat and cursed: "Old Wu, this idiot, can't bring people to die."

Hu Ce helped him open a spear with a knife, and his shoulder was poked through by another cavalry. Hu Ce cut off the spear with a knife and said, "Kill! What are you waiting for."

"Damn, there are too few people. I've fallen here this time. Fortunately, someone will help us get revenge."

"What are you talking about? Kill one or the other." Hu Ce dragged half of his unmovable shoulder and chopped off a Rakshasa cavalry, and then was poked into his heart. Blood flowed from his mouth, and he seemed to be unable to survive. His huge body fell from the horse's back. Zhao Hong's heart seemed to be struck by lightning. He looked at his brother while killing. The moment Hu Ce fell off the horse, blood flowed continuously, and his mouth was still shouting "Kill"

Zhao Hong cut off the Rakshasa ghost in front of him with a knife, and let out a long roar towards the sky, heart-wrenching.

Businessmen who go out of the border can bring guns and collect certain guns and ammunition in Guyuan, an important town in Shaanxi and Gansu, and register.

When they finish the transaction and return to the south of the Great Wall, they have to go to the local garrison to hand over the guns. This is the rule set by the court that the merchants are afraid that they will encounter horse bandits in Jingbei.

Wu Boxiong is a fur merchant. He has many men under him. When he heard the herdsmen say that they were attacked here, he immediately brought people to help the war.

In their eyes, Jingbei was already the territory of the Ming Dynasty and the place ruled by us Han people, so how could others be involved in it?

A strong country will surely produce a strong people. The high confidence and arrogance will not allow anyone to offend their country and nation. This is not the case now, but our ancestors used to do the best.

Zhao Hong was already a little desperate, just thinking about killing a few more if his brother was dying...

The rising sun is rising higher and higher in the distance, winter has passed, and there is a familiar smell of blood on the grassland.

Suhazhi shook his head and fled south with the herdsmen. The actions of the Han people completely shocked them. It turned out that when they entered Jingbei Province, they would be protected by the Han people. Although they knew that this was more about them guarding the territory and protecting themselves, Suhazhi and the herdsmen were still very moved. Many people were crying and crying, clenching their fists in their hearts to bless them.

Suddenly, a big earthquake trembled, and countless war horses rushed from their side.

The cavalry of Wuliang Mansion came out in full swing. They did not come after receiving the news. When the Luosha people met with Wu Sangui, the Qianxiang Camp had already spread the news to Xia Wanchun.

The Rakshasa people wanted to collude with the four feudal families, and the first thing they thought of was Mobei. Xia Wanchun immediately ordered the Wuliang Mansion. Therefore, when the Rakshasa attacked, the Wuliang Mansion was earlier than Zhao Hong knew about it, the General Liu Zongbei personally led a large army to support it.

Zhao Hong's messenger had just walked for a while and then swept back with the army, unable to wait to support his brothers.

Suhazhi jumped off the carriage excitedly and cheered loudly with the herdsmen, which were their familiar military flags and armor, and the army of Wuliang Mansion. Joy filled the land, and they had never been happy with the sound of the horse's hooves.

This spectacular scene has remained forever in the hearts of herders and children. No amount of education has been compared to this experience, and it can better let them know which country they are.

Among these armies are grassland people from various tribes, Tatars from small tribes, and Han people from the Jiubian border of Shaanxi and Gansu, but they all belong to Wuliang Mansion, Jingbei, the Ming Dynasty. Their armor is the same, their weapons are the same, and their language is about to be the same now.

Woo... Woo... Woo, the familiar sound of horns sounded, and Zhao Hong was stunned by the jealous sound of the Northern Expedition Army. This was the horn of the attack of the former Northern Expedition Army. Zhao Hong was born in the Fire Camp and was so familiar with this sound that he could not be familiar with it. He had brought them countless glorious horn sounds.

"The Wuliang reinforcements are coming, so fast, are they flying here?"

The Ming army in the garrison fell into ecstasy, while the Rakshasa people were shocked and their faces changed drastically. The cavalry rushing in without any delay, just like a torrent flowing in, and they entered the battle in an instant.

The cavalry behind had not arrived at the battlefield yet, and the war had ended...

Forty thousand cavalry killed the Cossacks in seconds, and some of them didn't even see the appearance of the enemy.

Liu Zongbei rode out of the crowd and saw Zhao Hong covered in blood and his few hundred remaining brothers, and said softly: "I haven't lost any of the land, I'm good at fighting, it's because we're late."

Zhao Hong gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few words from his mouth: "This revenge must be avenged."

Liu Zongbei nodded and said, "The Marquis of Xiangxi has reported to the prince. You know the prince's character. Wait for the order. Cut off all the heads of these people, hang them on their spears, and insert them to the boundary."

In April of the third year of Jingyou, when the battle in Mobei occurred, the Cossacks in Eastern Europe were undergoing great changes.

The leader of the Cossacks, Khmelnikki, led 8,000 Cossacks to revolt in the lower reaches of the Dnepr River, resisting the rule of Polish nobles and Catholic priests, and quickly swept across the entire Ukraine. At the end of the same year, Khmelnikki became the commander of all Ukraine.

In August of the previous year, Khmelnitz signed the Zborov Treaty with Poland. Poland recognized Ukraine as an independent administrative region and established a substantially independent Cossack Principality.

However, last year, the Poles rebelled and the war broke out again. The Ukrainian army was defeated. Until September, the Whitechapel Treaty was signed, and Poland occupied Kiev and re-ruled Ukraine. Khmelniksky asked Russia to send troops to fight Poland together, and at this time Ukraine was completely reduced to Tsarist Russia's land. Historically, this rule lasted until 1991.

Tsarist Russia, which has complete Ukrainian and Cossack cavalry, will definitely not sit idly by this battle. Hou Xuanyan is even more at ease. If no one offends me, I will choose to offend the enemy, and I will not be able to settle down.
Chapter completed!