Liu Chengzong sent Basang to lead the Xifan Battalion to the West Datong River Fort because this area is called Maya Mountain, and the native people living in the mountains are all Xifan tribes, with a total of seventeen tribes.
In any war, the local people are a great help or resistance. Since the entire Marshal's Government has not established a relatively friendly relationship with the Mayasan tribes, he chose the Xifan Camp for Zhuang Langwei's Xishan reinforcements.
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The purpose is to let Basang recruit and surrender the tribes of Mayasan, punish the evil noble leaders, recruit and surrender useful leaders, and unite the huge Xifan tribes in the mountainous area, recruit troops and horses, and organize households to unite the people.
Basang thought very simply at first. He would do whatever Liu Chengzong arranged. This has always been the case.
But in this matter, it was useless for Liu Chengzong to send anyone here, because the Seventeenth Division of Mayashan had four festivals with him.
The ancestors of all the Mayasan tribes are said to be from the same group of people. Most of them are descendants of the legions sent to Hexi during the Tubo rule. Therefore, they call themselves Huarewa or Huarui, which means people of the heroic tribe.
After the Anshi Rebellion, Tubo captured Hexi, and the Guiyi Army briefly overthrew the Tubo rule. After the Jinshan Han Kingdom fell apart, three small regimes emerged in Hexi, one of which was located in Liangzhou and was the Tubo regime.
The Liangzhou separatist regime has a history of about 200 years. In the early days, the ruling group was the Wenmo tribe, with the Zhebu family, the local Tubo clan in Liangzhou, as the leader. Later, it was peacefully handed over to Pan Luozhi, the leader of the Liugu Fan.
Pan of Pan Luozhi is Pan of Songpanwei. This name means the King of Panzhou. The Song Dynasty named Songpan Panzhou because of Pan Luozhi.
At that time, the small Tubo regime in Liangzhou was able to exist, on the one hand, because Li Jiqian of Xixia was lying next to him, and on the other hand, because the Song Dynasty could accept the small regime of Helong and followed Zhengshuo and did not interfere with each other.
It is a tradition for Helong to honor the Zhengshuo of the Central Plains. Even if those small and chaotic countries in the Central Plains took turns taking charge in the Five Dynasties, the various political powers in Helong were willing to obtain titles from them.
But in the eyes of the little king of Helong, the Xixia people of the Dangxiang people are not good. This thing is just a sideshow like the brothers. Why do you seal me?
Li Jiqian, Taizu of the Western Xia Dynasty, finally died at the hands of Pan Luozhi, who was killed by Li Deming. The Tubo Liugu Tribe that occupied Xiliang Prefecture subsequently disintegrated, and the tribes hid in the mountains. From then on, they never regained their former dominance of Helong.
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The strength of various ethnic groups has always been changing. The Ming Dynasty was an era of unprecedented expansion in the strength of the Han people in the thousand years after the Wei and Jin Dynasties. In the early Ming Dynasty, there were only 30,000 Han people in the vast Hexi area of Gansu Province. Now this number is one
One and a half million.
Most of the ancestors of the guards officers in Lanzhou, Liangzhou, Suzhou and other places can only be traced back to the time when Xu Da, Feng Sheng and others went to the west to conquer the west. Their ancestors even further back have their ancestral home on both sides of the Huaihe River.
Under the circumstances of the one and the other, the people of Xifan in the mountains naturally became a scattered tribe with many feudal clans and feudal clans under the unified dynasty. They were governed according to customs. During the more than 200 years of the Ming Dynasty, they all surrendered to the Ming Dynasty.
The emperor's agent in this mountainous area, Liancheng Lu Chieftain.
In the Battle of Hehuang, they responded to the call of chieftain Lu and dispatched 4,000 Turkish troops to help defend Liancheng and resist the attacks of Liu Chengzu and Li Wanqing.
Although Liancheng fell in the end, Lu Yunchang, who was both a chieftain and an official in the imperial court, was still alive, and most of the defeated soldiers returned to the mountains.
Because of this, the Mayasan tribes did not announce the end of the war, but stubbornly hid in the mountains, refused to contact the Marshal's Mansion, and actively prepared for the war.
Liu Chengzu and Li Wanqing killed more than 900 of their descendants during the war. This was the first festival between the Seventeenth Division of Mayashan and the Marshal's Mansion.
They were preparing for war not to fight Liu Chengzong, but to deal with the sequelae of the war: bandits.
There were bandits in Maya Mountain in the past, but they were mostly composed of poor people who could not survive. They were so poor that they even grabbed axes. Naturally, they had no fighting power. The local tribes did not need to ask the government for troops to deal with them.
A few villages can activate their descendants and send them flying all over the mountain.
But since the end of the Hehuang War, there have been more than a dozen bandits that have sprung up. The big ones are only a few hundred, and the small ones are only thirty or fifty people. They are all armed with weapons and armor, even if it is a small bandit den with only more than thirty people.
He can also carry a dozen muskets and carry an artillery piece.
The defeated deserters of the border troops in the five towns of Shaanxi greatly increased the strength of the bandits. They fought for more than half a year. Both sides suffered casualties. The remaining bandits all merged together, becoming an army that the people could not deal with.
The friendly troops who once attacked Liu Chengzong together became enemies, and the Seventeenth Army of Mayashan naturally recorded this blood debt on Liu Chengzong's head, which became the second feud between them.
As for the third festival, it is indeed related to Basang.
Most of the highly respected monks in the mountains have always lived in Hehuang. Since the war in Hehuang was over, Basang, in accordance with Liu Chengzong's order, opened a dedicated Buddha line between Hehuang and Uzang, inviting monks to go to Uzang for further study.
If you are willing to go, he will force you to return to secular life with a knife.
This has to be left to other places. The tribes might just follow the old path and go back to believe in Bon religion. But in the mountainous area of Maya Mountain, there is nothing left of Bon religion under the impact of various cultures for hundreds of years.
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The common people picked and chose a more reliable one among the gods they believed in, and prayed to the mighty and powerful Erlang Zhenjun to come down to earth and kill Liu Chengzong.
In fact, it is okay to pray for King Gesar to descend to earth, but people's hearts are not as old as they used to be. In recent years, the portraits of King Gesar that have been circulated from Uzang, Kangning to Xining show that those who dismounted from the war horses were wearing third-rank official robes. p>
There is Erlang Pond at the foot of Songshan Mountain. Legend has it that Erlang God fought with people and a horse's hoof left a mark. Erlang God shed a drop of sweat and fell into the horse hoof mark, which became Erlang Pond. People worship there every year to pray for blessings.
, I hope the weather in summer will be better.
In nearby belief systems, Erlang Shen is responsible for the weather in summer.
With the monks gone, the people's anger had nowhere to vent, so Liu Chengzong was naturally to blame.
Just as summer is about to arrive, please ask Erlangshen to throw some hailstones on Liu Chengzong's head and speak professionally.
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As for the fourth festival, it was because deserters who fled into the mountains brought smallpox to the Seventeenth Division of Maya Mountain. Although they are still called the Seventeenth Division in name, there are actually only the Thirteenth Division left.<
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The four festivals of war, rebellion, faith and plague come together, and the name Liu Chengzong is no less than a devil to the people of Mayashan.
Not to mention that the person he sent here was Basang, even if he brought the former Nangqian King Gama here, no one would listen to what he said.
In the past few days, Basang has been garrisoning the West Datong River Fort. After failing to get along with the Seventeenth Tribe, he has been sending infantry and cavalry to drive away the nearby tribes and drive them north to avoid causing trouble in the next battle.
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However, it just so happened that his troops dispersed to the north, so as early as the day the Liangzhou Army set off from Gulang Gorge, the Xifan Battalion got the intelligence of the Ming Army going south.
His cavalry also fought against the Tangqi of the Ming Army several times in the mountains. Small-scale conflicts could not gain any advantage. The noble cavalry from Kangning Prefecture were also helpless against the Tangqi of the Ming Army who carried flag spears, waist knives, three-eyed blunderbuss, and bows and arrows. Fortunately, Basang is very familiar with Tangqi's tactics and uses simple containment methods to try not to let the control line retreat under the intrusion of Tangqi.
Speaking of which, there is no good way to deal with things like Tangqi under the same troop density. What Basang can do to contain it is that you can only control a radius of one kilometer with one Tangqi. I use two or even three Xifan cavalry to control a radius of one kilometer.
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You have a three-eyed gun. I will use two musketeers to shoot at you on foot. If you rush over, I will use the noble cavalry to counter you. If you retreat, I will never chase you.
But this method is nothing more than an expedient strategy to stabilize the outer line. It all depends on Basang knowing that the main direction of the Ming army's attack is the river valley, and will not mobilize heavy troops to confront him in the mountains. Otherwise, if Tangqi gets support, he will still have no other choice.
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It wasn't until the beacon fire was ignited in the Zhuanglang Acropolis that Basang finally let go of his hanging heart. He left a force under his command to guard the city and led the Xifan battalion to rush out towards the mountain pass northeast of Liancheng.
That night, they marched through Tongyuan with fire and arrived at Linping, fifty miles east of the West Datong River. Five thousand soldiers surrounded the Fan people's village occupying Linping. Fortunately, they were outnumbered, and there were only about 600 people in the village, including strong men.
Less than two hundred, no thought of resistance.
Basang divided his troops into five hundred and took all the men, women, and children in the village to Hehuang. He asked the rural soldiers from the five towns of Hehuang to take care of them, and they would discuss the matter of surrendering after the war.
Then the main force rested in Linping for two hours, and then the drums, drums and bells were played again until they arrived at Qingling Mountain Pass, eight miles northwest of Zhuanglang Acropolis, early the next morning.
Under the pale blue light before sunrise, Zhuanglang Acropolis has not been breached yet, but it looks very embarrassed.
Jing Xiaoliu, who had been awake all night, stood at the top of the city with red eyes. There were two broken arrows stuck on the cloth armor on his chest. His iron helmet was replaced by a beggar he picked up from somewhere, and his helmet gun was chopped off.
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Both sides of the city wall were full of injured soldiers lying in a huddle. The two horse-facing walls on the north side were burned black. Green smoke was rising from the burned gate tower. A dozen sergeants who were still able to move were carrying out the corpses of the siege troops.
Stacked on wooden carts, they were transported to both sides of the battlements that had been breached.
Everywhere is the pungent smell of smoke and golden juice.
Jing Xiaoliu was pulling a wooden trolley, and Brother Dao was shot in the chest, leaving a big hole. However, he still maintained a full spirit, wearing a helmet and armor and holding a torch high, shining a bright light for the soldiers guarding the city. p>
He looked past the cauldron of golden urine and looked at his subordinates resting against the battlements.
Just a day ago, they were still carefree Dongxiang people. Together with their neighbor's brother and relatives and uncles, they seized the fields of Zhuang Langwei's banner army. They captured several piers by threats and intimidation, and even followed the Marshal's Mansion.
Together with the Mongolian cavalry, they captured this most majestic city in the Zhuanglang River Basin.
When the enemy troops pressed forward, small-caliber artillery fired a sky full of goose eggs above their heads. People were so frightened that they peed their pants, screamed in terror, cried for their fathers and mothers, and even frantically tried to break open the city gate and escape.
But in just eight hours, everything changed drastically. The boy next door wanted to escape like crazy during the battle. He jumped off the city wall three feet and broke his leg. He was beheaded by the crazy Ming army.
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The brave neighbor brother fired seven shots from the Fran machine gun in the raging rage, and with a loud bang, the red-hot barrel exploded into pieces.
The uncle with the same surname who is always drunk is the president of the company. One moment he is imparting the experience of surviving on the battlefield to the young people, and the next moment he is stabbed through the trachea by a stray arrow.
Not to mention the corpses that were already lying on the ground as soon as the smoke cleared. People didn’t even know how they died.
The cowardly man dies, the brave man dies, the inexperienced recruit dies, and the experienced officer dies too.
The quiet corpses with dark red blood stains in the cracks of the city wall floor tiles are no longer scary, and the stench of boiled gold juice is no longer unbearable.
Those who survived had their throats broken in the frightening shouts of fighting, and no longer had any chance to talk. They just lay back-to-back with the lucky ones holding weapons, or sharpening their swords and guns in silence, preparing for the next siege. Jing Xiaoliu heard the messengers on the four city walls reporting to him: "General, there are still 42 defenders in the North City, 16 are slightly injured, and two are insane; 64 are in the West City, and three are slightly injured; and there are 42 defenders in the South City.
Seventy-nine, eight were slightly wounded; the east city garrison was 120, and the enemy troops there did not attack the city."
Jing Xiaoliu nodded and said to the messenger: "I understand. Let the slightly injured ones go down to the city to take care of the wounded soldiers. Thirty people will be transferred from Dongcheng."
He looked down the city and saw smoke rising from the camp of the besieging army. He was afraid that after dinner, the next attack would be imminent.
It wasn't just the army that changed that night. Yesterday afternoon, Jing Xiaoliu actually watched a rural soldier he recruited die on the battlefield.
From the beginning, the officers would tell him the name of each soldier who died in battle. Later, the officers would not say the name anymore, and he would not listen to the name anymore. It was not until early in the morning that the officers told him the names of the fallen soldiers again.
His mentality has collapsed. If he initially told the bosses to hold on for two days and pick up his head to receive the reward, it was because he truly believed that reinforcements would arrive within two days, then by this time, he had actually not
I don’t want reinforcements to arrive.
His headquarters basically collapsed, three of the six hundred commanders were killed, and one had a broken leg; five of the twelve management team members were killed, one of them was promoted to acting chief commander, and the establishment of the two hundred headquarters was completely eliminated. In fact, Jing Xiaoliu planned to take a nap during the attack last night, but when he closed his eyes, parents, wives and children of fallen soldiers were everywhere looking for him, so he did not dare to close his eyes at all.
A trumpet sounded from the city, and the Liangzhou army came out of camp again, pushing more chariots towards the city, and set up a row of artillery positions. The defenders on the city also stood up immediately, preparing to pour boiled gold juice on the siege army.
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Just after the artillery fired twice, Jing Xiaoliu heard a sudden sound of gold from the city.
He bravely looked out from the battlements, and saw the infantry who were already preparing to climb the city. Suddenly, each team hurriedly pushed the artillery back to the camp, withdrew to the north, and immediately formed a square formation of carriages and camps.
Further north, at the Qingling Mountain Pass, smoke and dust covering the sky were billowing, and drums and drums were rumbling. Two Xifan cavalry with spiral poles and spears decorated with tiger and leopard skins appeared on the bank of the Zhuanglang River, and one rolled up an earthen dragon.
Down the river, another team of galloping horses crossed the river and stood in the north.
Immediately afterwards, a line consisting of heavy infantrymen wearing ring armor and holding spears and light-armored gunmen strode across the Zhuanglang River, pressing towards the carriage camp from north to south.
Amidst the roaring artillery fire from the carriage camp, stray bullets as big as goose eggs crossed the battlefield and sprayed in all directions of the line. However, the soldiers turned a deaf ear to the sound of the artillery and the turned-up turf, and just kept their heads down and walked forward.
Until they got close, the artillery officer in the squadron set up a small cannon and fired at the artillery in the car camp. Following closely behind, guns fired, cavalry galloped, and thousands of squadrons shouted scriptures in unison.
, even overpowering the roaring sound of cannons.
"According to Prajna Paramita, the heart has no worries; because there are no worries, there is no fear... Stay away from upside-down dreams and achieve nirvana!"
