"After crossing the Ob River, there is a city of the Junggar people, built in the late Age of the Age. It has been more than forty years now. For the city wall, it is the time when it is solid."

Hong Yizhuo, who had not appeared for a long time, talked: "There are about 60,000 defenders in the city. The main general is Chu Huer Wuba, who had been guarding Hami for a month and a half. He is Baturhun's younger brother. These soldiers and horses seem to be all Junggars, but in fact they originally had their own subordinates and were difficult to command and dispatch, so Baturhun sent his younger brother to guard."

When Yang Zhan heard this, he snorted coldly. The last time he was blocked by this man in Hami for so long, even longer than the time when the red flag in Hanzhong blocked him.

Hong Yizhuo immediately said: "Their advantage is to resist the river and guard it. This is the upper reaches of the Ob River. Although the water flow is gentle, the water level is quite deep and there are no floating bridges, so it is easy to cross the river."

"It's okay, fry it for a few days."

This time the battle was very loose, and there was no strategy at all, just flat push.

There were so many people, after spreading it out, pushing forward, plowing the ground and cleaning the caves. Apart from the Gobi Desert in the uninhabited area, there was nothing left in the entire Junggar.

Seeing that everyone had no objection, Xia Wanchun continued: "We cavalry lead the way, and the infantry is difficult to keep up, so it is better to build more horse chariots and transport troops. Jingbei has a new war horse. If any battalion needs it, send people to Wulianghai to rush over."

Another advantage of rubber tires is that the loss of horses is reduced, allowing war horses to transport troops easily. Especially on flat and dry ground, a large cart can carry dozens of troops with three or four horses. In the past, wooden tires were definitely not good.

As long as the marching speed problem is solved, the infantry who sets up the formation is stronger than the cavalry, which means that it is difficult to chase after winning, and it is impossible to escape if it loses.

When everyone heard this, they were a little careful. There were too many war horses in Jingbei. After all Mongolia was included in Jingbei Province, the problem of the difficulty of raising horses in the Central Plains dynasty was solved.

Finally, Yang Zhan, who had relatively the fewest horses, won these war horses for the Sichuan soldiers, a total of 5,000, all of which were Mongolian horses.

The Ob River is surrounded by green, and it doesn’t look like a desert, but rather like a fairyland.

Under the sunset, the blue water surface reflects light, surrounded by mist, and the sunlight through the woods becomes colorful.

The white and purple flowers bloomed on both sides of the shore, and the sky was as low as you could feel it by standing on the hills on the other side.

On the west bank of the Ob River, two horses stopped on the bank. The horsemen were wearing large, yellow Mongolian robes, right lapel, slanted collar, high collar, long sleeves, stent boots, and tight belts. They were very burly and fierce. Their swords were still stuck at their waists, and they only held a horse whip in their hands, and their faces were calm.

"Brother asked me to guard Hami. I blocked hundreds of thousands of people, so they didn't touch Hami's city gate for two months. There was no dangerous terrain at the beginning, but now it has such a wide and deep river water. I want to see how those cowards who only know how to hit the river."

Chu Huer Wuba was full of confidence, but the young man next to him felt a little worried. He was about to speak when he suddenly heard a loud noise.

Boom...boom...boom...boom...

It is deafening, the sound analyzes the world, the mountains and rivers shake, and the earth shakes.

A shell hit the hill not far away, and the beautiful scenery instantly became fragmented, and smoke filled the entire riverside, with soil blown out everywhere.

Chu Huer Wuba grabbed the reins hard, and the war horse under his crotch digged his hooves uneasily. This time the bombing was even more powerful than Hami...

A pool of river water was poured down on his head, which wet Chu Huerwuba's whole body and also extinguished his confidence.

"Sir, the Chinese army has set off firecrackers. Let's withdraw back to the camp. It's too dangerous here."

......

If there were later environmentalists, they would feel distressed and faint when they saw the scene in front of them.

The rare green-covered Pure Land in Junggar, the clear source of the Ob River, and the explosion was beyond recognition.

The initiators of all this were burying pots and making rice on the other side of the shore. Usually, the bombing began and lasted for a few days. The Chinese soldiers had already gained experience.

Zhang Lianxiang and Zhang Lianchen are brothers, real brothers who are eating around an iron pot at this time. Since joining the army in Guyuan on the nine borders of Shaanxi and Gansu, the two brothers have accumulated some military achievements and are expected to be promoted to small officials after the war.

They had no communication with each other, and they had to eat with their heads in silence. An older veteran came from behind. He shouted twice without reaction and kicked Zhang Lianchen in the ass.

"Old Wu, what are you kicking you?"

"Stop talking nonsense, I'm about to finish my meal and prepare to cross the river at night."

"Cross the river? Will it be blown up?"

"Stop exploding, cross the river!"

At night, there are stars and a crescent moon radiating a faint light.

Xia Wanchun looked up at the sky, and he could swear that even in his hometown of Jiangnan, there was no such beautiful moonlight.

The cold moon was reflected in the river water, and it was broken with a slight movement. Hundreds of strong soldiers took off their shirts and swam to the other side with ropes. They found huge rocks, tree stumps and other objects, and tied the rope firmly.

Even his own soldiers thought the Chinese army would continue to bomb, not to mention Chu Huerwuba, who had been bombed in Hami for two months.

In the late night, there was a rare silence in the city of Kuznetzk, and someone would curse him if he spoke loudly. After a day of explosion, they urgently needed some purity.

The same is true for Chu Huer Wuba. He has tasted this taste in Hami, and it was really uncomfortable day and night.

He lay down on the bed, preparing to take a nap in his rare quiet leisure time.

Time slipped away, and a feeling of uneasiness slowly replaced the gratitude, and Chu Huerwuba's forehead slowly wrinkled.

Suddenly, Chu Huerwuba jumped up from the bed, and the Chinese army had stopped bombing for half an hour!

This may not be a simple firecracker. Chu Huer Uba suddenly woke up and shouted: "Come! Come!"

"Sir, what's wrong?" the soldier lifted the curtain and walked in, asking in confusion.

"Who is guarding the river tonight?"

"Sir, it's Babutenna, your uncle."

"Give me armor, I want to go to the top of the city."

The soldier secretly complained in his heart, but he went to get his clothes casually, and dozens of them followed him to the top of the city.

Before he reached the city, a general came down in panic, rolled in front of him, and shouted: "No, the fight started by the river. General Babtner has already ignited the beacon."

Chu Huer Wuba felt a little cold in his heart. He believed in his experience too much. The battle of Hami made him famous, so he subconsciously regarded the enemy as the Sichuan soldiers of Hami.

Little did they know that the reality was the essence of the Central Plains military strategy. Xia Wanchun was abnormal and had to cross the river after a long blow.

A close contact has begun by the river!
Chapter completed!