"Commander, there is a saying in the art of war. When an army marches a hundred miles, those who strive for profit will overtake the general. When an army marches fifty miles, those who strive for profit will reach half an army. You have led your troops to attack for more than 300 miles in three days. You have already exhausted your troops. Why don't you dismount and rest for a day?
, Let’s continue the pursuit tomorrow.” He Huchen advised.
Yang Fan said: "What you said is correct. However, Wu Ri Geng Da Lai has been walking all night and half of the day. They are all cavalry and are not far from the Yellow River now. If we rest for one night, they will cross
Crossing the Yellow River will be troublesome. Ningxia Town lacks cavalry and cannot stop them at all."
Zhang Shize said: "Then also add some water and food, and rest for an hour."
Yang Fan looked at the sky and said, "No, let's set out immediately and catch up with them before dark. Soldiers are very fast. You guys should rest first."
After saying that, Yang Fan whipped his horse and turned around and chased toward the west. The other three thousand cavalrymen immediately turned their horses and galloped toward the west with a roar, raising dust all over the sky.
Seeing Yang Fan leading the army directly across the river and heading west, He Huchen opened his mouth in surprise. In their opinion, three days of marching was enough to wear out the men and horses. The officers and soldiers were so fat that they were so thin.
How could he go to war if he was dragged to death?
Zhang Shize was not surprised at all. Only this family could do such an army as the Ming Dynasty.
Yang Fan's servants are all animals. They can stay on the horse for days and nights, and they can eat, drink, relieve themselves and sleep immediately. Three Arabian horses are used to ride. On the way, his servants are all exhausted. They
It's nothing at all.
"Stop looking, go in first, boil some water for me, and I'll take a shower. Bah, bah, my mouth is full of sand. This is terrible." Zhang Shize complained.
His servants from the British Duke's Palace, who could be said to be the most elite members of the Ming Dynasty's servants, rolled down from their horses one by one and lay sprawled on the ground, not wanting to move.
These three days and three nights are really not a life for human beings.
Yang Fan's people had enough water and food on their horses, as well as enough firearms and ammunition. Therefore, there was no need for him to waste time here. He chased all the way to the west.
Zhang Gedao let go of the Haidongqing falcon on his arm to trace the enemy's traces. The large group of cavalry galloped towards the west in pursuit.
After quietly retreating after dark last night, Bunuo and Wurigengdalai had led a large group of people to the edge of the Yellow River. It looked like it was getting dark. On the other side of the river was Ningxia Town. The dots of lights there were
Villages on the Yinchuan Plain.
The Mongols were also so tired that they could no longer run. Not only did the people need to rest, but the horses also needed to drink water. They had to rest here for a night. At the same time, they also had to go up and down to find a boat.
The maximum water depth in the Ningxia section of the Yellow River is about 21 meters, the minimum water depth is about 7 meters, and the average water depth is about 13 meters. This depth cannot be crossed without a ferry. Therefore, they sent two thousand people to collect ferries and sheepskin rafts upstream and downstream.
By the time we got back the ferry and sheepskin raft, it was already dark.
The Mongols set up a bonfire, boiled water with their helmets, and put meat floss and cheese in it. When the water boiled, it was a pot of high-calorie food.
Wu Rigendailai sat cross-legged on a dirty Persian carpet and said to Bunuo: "If Jinong fails to defend Dongsheng and he is gone, how about I serve you as Jinong."
Buono was startled and almost knocked over the kumiss.
He looked around nervously. All the Taijis also stared at him with bright eyes.
He understood instantly. These people had already communicated privately with Wu Ri Geng Da Lai.
These old foxes speak better than they sing, so why should they recommend themselves? It’s not just for themselves.
The pastures of their tribes in the west are not good, and it is mostly desert. The livestock and people are naturally not as good as those in the east. It can be said that the best of the Ordos tribe is in the east. The strength in the west only accounts for 30%. They have long coveted the fertile grasslands in the east.
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However, where does their strength lie? They cannot defeat the eastern tribes. They can only stare with greed.
This time, when the Ming army came, Wu Rigengdai and Taiji thought that the opportunity had come, so they restrained themselves. Then they played a trick of wearing a yellow robe.
Can they defeat the Ming army? How can they defeat it?
Bu Nuo cursed in his heart: "They were so depressed that they crossed the Yellow River to the west and fled to join Daza's group. A large army gathered near the river and followed them back."
At that time, it is estimated that Dongsheng has been conquered long ago. The tribes in the east are also in dire straits. At that time, it will be up to Zhu Taiji in the west of the Returning Regiment to re-divide the pasture land. In this way, the tribes in the west can go to the east to graze their cattle.
, the broken tribes in the east can only go to the west to chew the sand.
In the eyes of these old foxes, they have been chewing sand in the west for generations, and it is time for the wind and water to turn, and it is their turn to enjoy the rich pastures in the east. There is a market next to Shanxi, and they can occasionally cross the Yellow River to rob Shanxi.
.It couldn’t be better.
Like their side, whether it's Ningxia or Guyuan, they are so poor that they can't even fight for it. In the Ming Dynasty's territory in the south, there is no drinking water, and they rely on water cellars to store rainwater. It makes the listeners cry.
Horrible.
Buono looked at the Taijis' yellow-green eyes in horror, flashing green like wolves in the darkness. He understood that at this time, it was no longer up to him whether he wanted to or not.
"Since you think so highly of me, how can I go against your wishes? It all depends on you." Buono said fearfully.
"Hahaha, I know that although you are naughty, you are the bloodline of Qiyan Bolzhijin. The grandson of Ji Neng and the son of Buyan Batur Hongtai Ji. Only the blood of heroes can do this in this grassland.
You can rule. Don't worry, when the Mongolian army from the desert comes over, the Beijing camp will be defeated. By then, Ordos Jinong will be yours." Wuri Genda Lai drank a lot of wine and said with a loud tongue.
Bu Nuo said in his heart: "You are so optimistic about me. It's because you tribes in the west are greedy for the pastures in the east. Without the blood of the Golden Family, you can't control the people of the 42 tribes. That's why you pulled me out. If you had known, I would be like this
There is no way I would accept this unfortunate job."
The Western Zhutai Jis suddenly became excited when they heard that Bunuo had agreed. They all came over to toast. The banquet also reached its climax. Wuri Gengdaai waved his hand, and a group of wrestlers also danced the eagle step, shrugging their shoulders left and right.
Entering wrestling as a show.
"Bunotaiji, no, no, no, I should call you Jinong. I have a little daughter who is fourteen years old this year. She is as delicate as the orchids on the grassland. I will send her to you tonight.
Please be sure to accept the account." Otok Taiji said with a flattering smile.
After a while, there were already three Taijis who gave gifts to his daughter, and five Taijis who gave gifts such as horses, jewels and silks. Even though Buono felt hesitant to respond, he had no choice but to agree with a smile.
In the dark night, the east bank of the Yellow River was densely covered with tents. In the early morning, the Mongols were already asleep. Only a few sentries were dozing on their horses. At this time, a cavalry team was rushing towards here.
