Dozens of fast horses are galloping through the forest and snowfields.
The momentum created was like thousands of troops galloping through the dense forest.
Bumbutai's fourth brother, Manzhu, was also among the Ming cavalry. In fact, not only Manzhu, Bumbutai's eldest brother, Wu Keshan, was also present.
While running away, Manzhu Xili subconsciously stretched his right hand to his waist.
The next moment, a sharp look came from the side.
It was Wu Keshan who stopped Manzhu Xili from moving at the last moment with his eyes.
"Spread out quickly, divide into two teams, and outflank us from left to right!" came the Ming army's shout from the front.
Judging from this posture, the scout cavalry in front must have discovered some prey.
Before Wu Keshan could react, the two brothers were wrapped in Ming army rolls and separated from each other.
Without Wu Keshan's suppression, Manzhu Xili became eager to move again.
Looking at the young man galloping in front of him, Manzhu Xili stretched his hands to his waist again.
With just one arrow, he could kill this great enemy, Zhu Cijiong, the king of Ming Dynasty.
Manzhu Xili deeply hated Zhu Cijiong. He hated Zhu Cijiong for destroying the Horqin tribe and making him, a relative of the emperor of the Qing Dynasty, a prisoner. Not only was he forced to change his surname, but he also had to go hunting with him like a slave.
It is true that Zhu Cijiong deceived others too much, and Ming Dynasty truthfully deceived others too much. This is truly unbearable.
However, several times his hands touched the gold-inlaid carved bow hanging on his waist, and Manzhu practiced the ceremony but finally gave up. After all, he was not a very courageous Mongolian.
Although he is a descendant of Yesugei,
But Manzhu's practice of rituals has long since lost the courage of his ancestors.
"Bang!" A gunshot suddenly sounded from ahead.
Looking anxiously, it was Zhu Cijiong who rushed forward and fired a shot while running.
The dozens of mounted Ming troops following behind cheered like a tsunami, shaking the snow off the treetops.
Manzhu Xili quickly rushed to Zhu Cijiong's side, only to see a black blind man lying in the snow. He must have been driven over by the Ming army's scouts just now, and then fell to Zhu Cijiong's gun.鈤
After seeing the size of the black bear clearly, Manzhu Xili couldn't help but take a breath of air.
Is this black bear weighing 500 to 600 pounds? I have never seen one so big.
"Blind Black Man." Zhu Cijiong got off his horse and kicked the black bear. "Skin the skin off and take it back to a furrier to make a bearskin mattress, just in time for your father's birthday."
"Put away the bear paws as well and give them to my father, eldest brother and third brother to try."
"As for the remaining bear meat, we divided it among everyone and had a feast with wine."
After saying this, Zhu Cijiong turned his attention to Manzhu Xi and said: "Bo Man, your family has lived in the Horqin grassland for a long time. You must know the best fur craftsmen on the grassland. Find one for me one day."
"Ah? Oh." Manzhu Xili took a long time to react.
"What, you're not used to it yet?" Zhu Cijiong said with a smile, "This won't work. You have to get used to it as soon as possible and adapt to your new identity as soon as possible. The surname Borzigit is too difficult to pronounce, and it is not easy to write and easy to pronounce. To be remembered, it would be more appropriate to change my surname to Bo, Bo Man, don’t you think so?”
"Yes, yes, whatever King Ding says will be whatever it is." How could Manzhu Xili have the guts to say no?
As he spoke, Xu Wuniu galloped back from the dense forest ahead, followed by several riders.
"Woniu!" Zhu Cijiong asked happily, "Have you found any big insects in the forest ahead?"
"Never." Xu Wuniu said and took out a lacquered letter from his satchel, "Prince Ding, urgent delivery from Dagokou."
"Urgent delivery from Dagu?" Zhu Cijiong's expression condensed, and he immediately took the letter, took out the dagger and scratched the paint, then took out the letter and read it quickly at a glance, but his face showed excitement that could not be concealed.
Xia Wanchun next to him immediately asked expectantly: "Prince Ding, did you win the battle?"
Zhu Cijiong didn't say much, he just waved his hand and shouted: "Let's go back to the city! Wu Niu, don't forget to take that black blind man back to the city. I want to give it to my father to make a bearskin mattress."
Before leaving, I never forgot to make a bearskin mattress for my father.
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Three days later, outside the north gate of Dengzhou City.
Hu Xinshui and hundreds of fellow villagers are waiting eagerly.
Since Shandong Governor Wang Jiayan led thousands of local warriors and escorted a batch of military supplies northward, Shandong's military and political affairs fell on the shoulders of Shandong Military Admiral Hu Xinshui.
There are rumors that after the Northern Expedition, Wang Jiayan will be transferred back to the capital.
After Wang Jiayan was promoted back to the capital, Hu Xinshui would definitely be promoted to a half-level promotion to governor. By then, he would be considered a real high-ranking official, the so-called frontier official.
"Junmen, the cavalry has arrived!"
Xiang Yong who was guarding the city suddenly shouted loudly.
"Really?" Hu Xinshui quickly raised the telescope.
With the help of a telescope, I could see more clearly, and I saw that there were indeed thousands of cavalry in the wilderness ahead, sweeping towards Dengzhou City like wind and lingering clouds.
Looking at the uniforms and flags, they are the cavalry of the Ming Dynasty.
Because only the clothes of the Ming army are red.
It's like a flame burning in the wilderness.
As you get closer, you can see more clearly.
With their bright red cotton armor, one-piece breastplate, iconic donut-shaped helmet, and rifle slung over their shoulders, the Mongolian cavalry couldn't fake it even if they wanted to.
Six thousand cavalry quickly arrived outside Dengzhou City.
The leader of the cavalry was clearly Hu Guozhu, the acting commander-in-chief of the cavalry town.
There were originally more than 8,000 cavalry in the cavalry town, but this time only 6,000 came.
Certainly not all the cavalry can be transferred to Dengzhou, some must be left behind to serve as scout cavalry.
"Excuse me." Hu Guozhu gently stopped his horse and saluted Hu Xinshui on horseback, "Father."
"Okay." Hu Xinshui nodded happily. He felt that his son was much calmer than two years ago. It seemed that the emperor was right to transfer him to the Imperial Academy to teach riding skills. Beautiful jade must be carved to become a tool.
"Son, on your way south, you didn't encounter any Mongolian cavalry on the way?"
"I encountered it, more than once, and fought several battles, with some gains."
About a hundred Mongolian cavalry were shot and killed, which was really only a small gain for the cavalry in the battle.
The main reason is that the effective range of the flintlock is only 80 steps. Coupled with the bumps on the horseback, the hit rate is even lower. Moreover, the cavalry is fast, so it is difficult to expand the results.
But it doesn't matter, Chongzhen has prepared sharp weapons for them.
The sharp weapon Chongzhen prepared for the cavalry to hold down the platform was rifled guns, a total of eight thousand Type 20 rifles.
Since practical steam engines entered the Ming arsenal, the production efficiency of firearms has been greatly improved, and the efficiency of drawing rifling has also been improved, so the number of rifled guns has doubled as Chongzhen expected.
Chongzhen originally planned to use these 8,000 rifled rifles to equip two elite infantry brigades.
However, the plan did not change quickly. Since the Eight Banners Mongolia took advantage of their mobility to harass the Ming army's food routes, Chongzhen gave these 8,000 rifled rifles to the cavalry so that the cavalry could attack the Eight Banners Mongolia more efficiently.
In addition, Chongzhen also prepared a batch of special paper shells for these rifled rifles.
"Father, where is the Type 20 rifle?" Hu Guozhu was impatient.
"Don't worry, we'll wait until King Ding arrives." Hu Xinshui said with a smile, "Prince Ding should be arriving soon."
Speaking of Cao Cao, Cao Cao was about to arrive. As soon as Hu Xinshui finished speaking, the village warriors on top of the city shouted again: "Junmen, there are cavalry coming on the ice of the North Sea."
"Coming, King Ding must have arrived."
Hu Xinshui raised the telescope again and saw a group of red cavalry approaching on the ice.
Against the backdrop of the gray ice, the red cotton armor on the cavalry looked particularly bright.
Hu Xinshui couldn't help but tell Hu Guozhu: "Son, although you are the commander of the cavalry town and Prince Ding is just the deputy commander, you can't really regard yourself as King Ding's superior."
"Father, don't worry, the child knows how to get along with King Ding."
Hu Guozhu looked at another Ming Dynasty cavalry coming on the ice from a distance, and said quietly: "No matter what, King Ding is the king, and his son is just a minister. The country has national laws and the army has military regulations. My son will not disturb the etiquette between the king and his ministers."
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"It's good to know, it's good to know." Hu Xinshui was greatly relieved that her son had really grown up.
Nowadays, Hu Xinshui no longer has any illusions about the golden family.
Hu Xinshui felt that being able to meet such a benevolent emperor like Chongzhen was a blessing for the people, and even more so for the ministers. Therefore, staying in the Ming Dynasty as a high official and a rich man was far better than being a big man in the bitter cold of Mobei.
sweat.
"Son, please do your best for the country. As my father grows old, it's up to you to make the Hu family proud."
"Dad, don't worry." Hu Guozhu said, "One day my son will also be a wolf."
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Hu Guozhu is not the only one who has the ideal of sealing the wolf and living in Xu. Zhu Cijiong also wants to seal the wolf and live in Xu.
A few miles away, Zhu Cijiong asked Xia Wanchun: "Brother Duan, what is your ideal life?"
"Ideal in life?" Xia Wanchun said thoughtfully, "If it were five years ago, it would have been King Qin who was seeking prisoners, but now the slave-building industry is on the decline, and hypocrisy is nothing more than a disease of mustard moss, and it will be a matter of time before it is wiped out.
Therefore, it is definitely no longer the ideal of life to be the King of Qin and seek prisoners of war, and we have to find a new ideal."
"There's no need to look for it? Gu's life ideal has never changed."
Zhu Cijiong pointed to the north, and then said domineeringly: "Gu's ideal in life is to seize the wolf and live in Xu, and lead my Ming Dynasty cavalry to fight across the Onan River and reach the North Pole, which even Grandpa Cheng has never been to!"
"Then follow the path traveled by the Mongols and reach the land of Western Europe."
"Father said that there is a wider land from the Western Region to the west."
"There are Junggars, Kazakhs, oh, and the Ottoman Empire."
"Further west there are the European countries, and further north there is Tsarist Russia."
Speaking of this, he said loudly: "One day, I want all these countries to surrender under the imperial banner of the Ming Dynasty, respect Confucianism, learn Chinese, and speak the official dialect of the Ming Dynasty."
After a few words, Xia Wanchun's blood boiled all over.
At that moment, Xia Wanchun said passionately: "Then my, Xia Wanchun's life ideal is to follow King Ding and help him realize this grand life ideal."