.Chapter 845 The Longest Winter (Part 2)

After becoming a prisoner of the Ming army, Noyandala was not as imaginary as she imagined, nor did she enter Jinong City again, but was escorted south with a Ming army cavalry team. She worked non-stop all the way, day and night, and the next morning she saw the Great Wall of the Ming Dynasty. The scene in front of her almost blinded his eyes:

I saw that the original section of the side wall had become a city with tight barriers and deep trenches. When he saw the row of cannons on the city and the spears on the shoulders of the Ming army, his pupils couldn't help but shrink. This battle was really impossible to fight...

After confirming his identity, the Ming army lowered the suspension bridge and let them enter the city.

As soon as he entered, he seemed to have entered a large construction site. Thousands of civilians were busy building fortifications and houses and warehouses. There were projects and civil engineering everywhere, which made Noyandala feel so excited... Although he was weak, he always had eyesight, and knew that the Han people were stepping up the construction of fortresses. After all the warehouses and barracks were built, this was the logistics base for the Ming army to leave Hetao. From then on, it was only a hundred and fifty miles to Jinong City, and the road was open, so the difficulty of supply would be greatly reduced.

Seeing the Ming army invested such powerful manpower and material resources, Noyandala thought to himself: "The Han people are indeed bound to get it." After a little repair in this unfinished castle, he continued to rush the road. Shortly after leaving the castle, he embarked on the road between Shenmu and Fugu. Noyandala couldn't help but think that twenty years ago, when his father Khan was still alive, he followed him to destroy the border wall every year and invaded Shaanxi along this road.

At that time, he never expected that twenty years later, he would become a prisoner of the Han people and be taken to a bleak prospect along the road of that year. He didn't know what would be waiting for him, so he was escorted to Beijing to offer prisoners, and then sent to the market to the market to execute him in the lingchi? Or was he executed on the spot and then sent his head to Beijing for rewards?

No matter which one, death seems inevitable. But it is normal to think about it. I should be considered the highest level of Mongolian captured by the Ming army in the past hundred years. How could I spare myself?

Along the way, he thought about it, and then turned to Yulin. Along the way, he saw all the civilians driving mules and horses and carriages, and the troops driven by the brigade were full of solemn and tense atmosphere. When he arrived at Yulin Fort and saw the three-dimensional and perfect city defense, he finally knew what a solid castle was, and the Jinong City, which he thought was unbreakable, was just a joke in front of this Yulin Fort.

After entering the city, he was imprisoned in a prison cell. Later, one night, he was taken out. He thought his death was over, but the Han people just transferred themselves to a deep house and placed them in a small yard, and then began their long life as a prisoner.

He blushed himself because, in addition to his lack of freedom, his life is actually very good... Three meals a day, people deliver meals, meat and vegetables, all kinds of colors and fragrances, and there is also a pot of wine at night. Two days later, someone gave him changing clothes. Although they were all Han clothes, it was absolutely no problem for him.

What made him most satisfied was that he even read books and newspapers... He had heard a long time ago that there was something called newspaper in the south of the Ming Dynasty that specifically recorded the latest things for everyone to see. He also found ways to get a few copies that had expired for more than half a year, but he still read them with relish and had to memorize them after tossing and turning.

At that time, he thought, how happy it would be if he had the opportunity to have newspapers every day. He really didn't expect that this wish would be realized after being captured. I wonder if it was a blessing in disgrace.

In this way, he began his day after day as a otakus. No one came to disturb him or pay attention to him, as if the big guys had forgotten him. Noyandala felt that it was good to be quiet like this. As a prisoner, it was no longer a blessing that could not be desired.

But soon he didn't realize how happy this was, because from the newspaper, he saw the progress of the war...

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Afterwards, it was proved that Qi Jiguang was so wise and lucky to win Dongsheng City in one day at all costs.

Because just one day later, Altan's eldest son, Xin Ai Huang Taiji, led 10,000 troops from his headquarters. With the support of Baisang, Buyanggu and Batt, he safely crossed the Yellow River, and then rushed to Dongsheng City without stopping. However, at this time, the Ming army had already built basic city defense, especially hundreds of cannons were placed on the top of the city. When Huang Taiji led his army to approach, they fired together.

The sound of cannons directly scared away the three brothers of Baisang who had become frightened. Huang Taiji wanted to be a hero, but his flesh and blood could not withstand the bombardment of the cannon. Before he could reach the moat, he left nearly a thousand corpses. Only then did he realize the reality, dispel his delusions, and retreated in shame to meet with the three brothers of Baisang.

A few days later, the other three Ordos units also led their troops and gathered 40,000 cavalry. The momentum was extremely large, but they did not dare to approach Dongsheng City. They could only change their strategies, mainly harassing and attacking the Ming army's transportation lines.

However, the Ming army did not plan to open up the transportation line this year. The food they brought, plus the cattle and sheep they seized, was enough to support this winter, so they did not rush to take the initiative, but entered the rest period. It was not right to say that the rest period was not right, because they were not idle either, so they rushed to hurry up and increased the day and night. Finally, before the first snow came, they rebuilt the bombed city wall and built the defense facilities such as forts, corner towers, women's walls, etc., to build the former Khanate of the Ordos tribe into the base camp in Hetao.

For the Mongolian army, who had already gathered superior forces and had witnessed the Ming army's three tricks, they were not afraid of anything, just because they were afraid that the Ming army would not be able to retreat. Forty or fifty thousand people gathered on the grassland in the condom, supply became a big problem, and they could only rely on the wintering food and grass of the various Ordos divisions to maintain it.

The so-called "many monks and less porridge" is used to describe the current situation of the Ordos tribe. They had evacuated from Hetao in a hasty way, but they were not enough to use their own resources. They also provided Huang Taiji's troops and fled empty-handed Darhut tribe. They were blackmailed by a scattered headquarters of Jinong City. More than 30,000 people ate horses and chewed them. The daily consumption was extremely amazing... This is also why the Ming army could obviously capture prisoners but let the Mongols go. They really couldn't afford to eat.

So how to survive this winter has become a problem faced by the Ming and Mongolian armies. For the Ming army, although the supply route was not long, the risk to bear was too great before driving the Mongols out of the trap. Fortunately, the Ming army had already prepared for a long time without help, and there was no need to worry before the winter passed. For the Mongolians, it was necessary to solve the internal food and grass distribution problem and find new supplies as soon as possible... The problem is that both of these things are very difficult.

New supplies are impossible. In order to cut off their hopes, the Ming army was on the border and no grain was allowed to flow into Hetao... Smuggling was repeatedly banned before because Shanxi merchants were omnipotent, but now for the sake of major plans, the Shanxi Gang will no longer allow merchants to commit crimes against the wind, so the Mongolians could not buy anything at all.

It is impossible to ask for help from neighboring tribes. Altan Khan's Tumot tribe has suffered disasters for years and still needs to plunder Bansheng to maintain it. How can there be surplus food to support them? As for the West Sea Mongolia in the west, it is a feud, so it would be good if it didn't take advantage of the situation to rob them, so how could it help them?

Even the last move was their most common method - robbery. However, because they wanted to break through the Ming army's heavy troops to guard the border, at its peak, the Mongolians often dispatched more than 100,000 cavalry, which scared the Ming army invincible. At least 30,000 cavalry was needed, and even less was to deliver vegetables to the Ming army. However, after the revival of Dongsheng, the Ming army occupied the inner hinterland of the condom and controlled thousands of miles. If Mongolians acted, the Ming army would definitely cross the Yellow River and directly attack their last refuge - the Houtao Plain, and their wives and children would be in danger. If they divided the troops, they might be defeated by the Ming army separately, so it is not advisable.

The Mongolian tribes remembered the words of Noyandala at that time and regretted it. If God gave them a chance to come back, they would never give up Jinnong City. If they had to add a deadline, they hoped that it would be ten thousand years. However, it would be too late to say anything now...

The situation of too many monks and too little porridge cannot be changed. If someone wants to eat enough, someone will inevitably not be able to eat enough, or even have no food. Those who cannot eat enough will definitely be dissatisfied, and those who cannot eat even more will be resentful. For the Mongolians, the powerful Huangtai Ji tribe is the one who must eat enough. They think that they are here to fight for the Ordos people, and it is inappropriate to not pay them. How can they not even care about enough food and grass? Therefore, the Ordos tribe must serve the food and grass they need in a timely and sufficient manner, otherwise they will withdraw back to their hometown, regardless of this unlucky little business.

The Ordos tribe was also pointing at them to help, so they could only tighten their belts and give priority to the Huangtaiji tribe. In this way, they were not full, so they naturally did not want to support the headquarters of the Darhut tribe and Noyandala. For this reason, Amur and his brothers had a quarrel, and even led people to rob the food and grass of the Banlaza tribe, which led to the siege of several tribes. The two sides were at a strife. If the second brother had not been to mediation, they would almost fight. In the end, Amur returned half of the stolen food and grass to Banlaza, which was considered to have learned about the matter. But in this way, even the Banlaza tribe could not survive this winter...

As for the Jinan headquarters, it was the largest population and was looted twice by the Ming army. It was already penniless. The situation was worse than that of the Darhut army. It was always hungry and cold, and it was suffering from lack of medical treatment and medicine. It was a bit unaware of God. This winter was extremely cold this winter. It was only November that it had already snowed two heavy snow. The tribe's situation was undoubtedly worse. People died every day...

Naturally, it is impossible for all these situations to be published in the newspapers, but through his brainstorming, Noyandala also knew that his tribe was in the most dangerous situation. His sons were still young and his wife was too gentle and could not bear the burden. Now he must be at a loss. What made him even more worried was that his daughter, who was still in a coma at the beginning, could survive this cold winter with little medicine.

Once worries arise, they will become a torment of increasing daily life. Those tempting delicacies become like chewing wax, and the newspapers you love become a source of trouble. You have to read them every day, and you will feel sadder. Now he has realized what it means to live like a year, suffering, no one can tell you, and your heart is broken.

Time passed day by day, and Noyandala knew through the dates in the newspaper that it was already the end of November. This winter was extremely cold again. He had to wear a cotton jacket when lighting a brazier in the house. The snow outside the door was deep enough to exceed his knees, which made him worry about his tribe and his children to an unparalleled level.

Finally, after countless sleepless nights of tossing and turning, he made a difficult decision to ask the soldiers who delivered their meals to bring a message to them, saying that they wanted to meet the governor of the Ming Dynasty. However, the soldiers quickly replied that they could not pass the news to the governor and could not help him.

Noyandala thought about it all night in disappointment. The next day, he started to take a hunger strike, not eating or drinking, but wanted to see if the Han people really wanted to let themselves die.

Five days later, when he felt that he was about to return to the grassland, officials from the Ming Dynasty finally appeared and informed him that someone would invite him to dinner tomorrow. If he still wanted to have the strength to speak at that time, it would be better to eat something as soon as possible.

That night, Noyandala ate three bowls of porridge and wanted to eat some meat, but was stopped by the soldiers who served him, saying that they could not enjoy the stomach and intestines and would get sick. So Nuyan Jinong, who had a full drink, had to tilt on the kang and wanted to use sleep to resist hunger. But he couldn't sleep all night, but it was definitely not because of hunger.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The next morning, the soldier sent his original clothes as required. The material of "Nashidu" was washed and ironed, and it was the same as the new one.

Wearing a Jinnong hat with golden rosary, wearing a top and a bottom robe, the robe is connected. The robe is tight, the lower robe is short, with many pleats on the waist, and a large bead between the shoulders and backs. This is the dress of the Yuan Dynasty princes. It was the clothing given by Bodi Khan to his father, who took office as Jinnong Gonbirik. After his father's death, he inherited the position of Jinnong and this noble Qiong Suit.

Although this outfit has been worn for many years, it is the first time I put it on myself. Therefore, it is inevitable that I am a little clumsy and it took me a long time to wear it neatly. Looking at the familiar outfit in the mirror, pale face and black eyes, Noyandala sighed inwardly and said to herself: "Father Khan, please don't blame me, after all, the survival of the tribe members is the most important...'

Then he pushed open the door and saw snowflakes falling silently and the world was vast. Noyandala took a deep breath of cold air and walked out of the courtyard where she was under house arrest for two months.

segmentation
Chapter completed!