Nanjing, Yifengmen, below the city is the rolling Yangtze River. Flags are fluttering above the city, and the helmets are bright. A group of generals are like stars holding the moon, surrounding a nobleman in a python robe, jade belt and a big red cloak. He is the current dynasty.
The eunuch in charge of the ceremonial department, Wei Zhongxian, Eunuch Wei, the admiral of the Imperial Secret Service.
There was a huge telescope in front of Wei Zhongxian. The focal length had been adjusted so that he could see the situation on the other side. Wei Zhongxian leaned over slightly to watch and suddenly burst into laughter: "The mob also came to ask for help. It really made our family laugh.
Already."
The generals were also overjoyed. They had seen the situation on the other side and said that the mob was looking up to them. They were just a bunch of refugees. In the scorching heat of August, these people were actually still wearing fur coats, but they had just removed the sleeves.
He was disheveled and looked miserable, and his weapons were only bows, arrows and knives. The only thing worthy of praise was that he had more horses, tens of thousands of horses for a few thousand people.
"Have you found out who this person is?" Wei Zhongxian asked calmly.
"When I return to my father-in-law, Jin Yiwei has sent a team to explore the other side. These savages are all Mongolians." An official from the Imperial Secret Service replied.
"The Mongolian Tatars... Oh, they must be from the Chahar tribe. Their Great Khan is the ally of the traitor Liu Ziguang. I am afraid he is seeking revenge. Judging from the time, Xu Zengshou was let in when he was in charge of Hebei.
Yes, a team of several thousand people passed through the state and the government, but the states and counties along the way did not report it. They are really rubbish. We will investigate the matter thoroughly when we go back." After Wei Zhongxian finished speaking, he flicked his sleeves and left.
Wei Zhongxian was so happy that someone gave him a pillow when he was dozing off. Nowadays, rumors are spreading in the capital, the officialdom is in chaos, and there are many people who are dissatisfied with the court and himself. If this continues, there is a possibility of rebellion. At this time, a sudden wave of
Foreign enemies can just divert the conflict. It happens that this group of Tatars has a small number of people and weak weapons. After traveling a long distance, their combat effectiveness has been seriously reduced. They are simply a living target.
Back at the palace, Wei Zhongxian hurriedly spoke to Zhu Youxiao and suggested that he go on a personal expedition. Zhu Youxiao had been frightened recently and his fear was still lingering. He heard that the army was approaching the city and how could he dare to go on a personal expedition?
I can't help but feel the heroic complex in my heart. Who says that an emperor cannot be a great hero? After all, Zhu Youxiao still has some of Zhu Yuanzhang's blood in him. I heard that there are very few enemies, and there are hundreds of thousands of our own who have experienced counter-insurgency in the capital.
The powerful army fighting against the rebellion in Shanghai was gradually persuaded by Wei Zhongxian, and they determined to follow the example of their ancestors and conquer the Tatars personally to strengthen the country's prestige.
After Wei Zhongxian's purge, the few capable officers in the Beijing camp were no longer there, and the six cabinet departments were all just plain old people. The entire grass-stage team had no reconnaissance staff and logistics operations at all, so they hurriedly decided to leave Jiancheng.
, crossed the Yangtze River to directly attack the bandits.
The troops in the Beijing camp were still in the old style of the cold weapon era. They paid attention to bright armor and bright banners to cover the sun, beautiful outfits, and great pomp. From top to bottom, they treated this expedition as if they were hunting. They were arrogant and arrogant.
It's quite majestic when you look at it from the tower, but no one pays attention to it. Many soldiers just carry empty guns and don't even bother to carry bullets. It's hot and they think it's too heavy. Besides, it's all about fighting.
With the cannon in front, there was no chance that it would be their turn to fire. In the final analysis, it was just killing a chicken with a sledgehammer, and the military officers like them, who were working for the imperial court, just went out for a walk.
The Yangtze River Navy was transferred over, and first used cannons to blast the north bank for a while, sending the Tatars who were cutting down trees to make rafts into flight. Then the army left the city, boarded ships, and ferried to the other side to encircle and suppress the remaining enemies.
Fifty thousand people from the Beijing camp were dispatched, and there was a lively atmosphere with people shouting and neighing. Several city gates and docks near the river were overcrowded. Soldiers from each battalion were vying to board the ships first. It was a chaotic situation. This was just because they did not carry tents, baggage, and war horses.
Under such circumstances, if a large army really went out to fight, I don’t know what the chaos would be like.
The people in the capital were also alarmed. Countless people stood on the riverside to watch. They heard that a group of horse thieves had come to the north bank, and that the emperor and Eunuch Wei were going to conquer the country in person. The people thought this was quite new, and came out to watch with their children and rice bowls in their arms.
It was so lively that the fishermen on the river also stopped fishing, stopped their boats and docked, lit a bag of cigarettes and watched the battle.
There were people watching, and the officers and soldiers were even more proud. Boats of officers and soldiers ferried over, and a long snake formation was set up on the north bank. Flags covered the sun, and cannons flew into the sky. The order soldiers held up various flags and galloped on horseback. It was so majestic and lively.
, the most impressive among them is the emperor's personal army. This army has completely eliminated the influence of the old red shirt army. All that is left are wine bags and rice bags with silver wax gun heads. Don't look at the eight-foot-tall Isshiki. He is tall and strong, and he is wearing armor.
They are bright and shiny, but in fact they are just lacquered cardboard ceremonial armors, which are of no use.
Zhu Youxiaoming's yellow guard of honor was surrounded by the imperial guards. The three-foot-high banner was shining brightly in the sun. On it was a genuine five-clawed golden dragon embroidered with gold thread. The emperor himself was covered in gold armor.
Sitting on the chariot without ventilation, Zhu Youxiao felt quite good about himself. This was his first time to fight. Looking at the tens of thousands of troops around him, he finally realized the majesty of being an emperor on horseback. There were tens of thousands of soldiers.
It just feels different when Huben is around.
After the Mongols were dispersed by artillery fire, they gathered ten miles away. Several small groups of scouts sent by the Ming army actually went away, but no one noticed the mess. From Zhu Youxiao to Wei Zhongxian, and then to various admirals, the general
Soldiers, generals, thousands of households, and generals are all laymen. It is not easy to organize the team in a serious manner. How can they take care of so many chores?
The emperor is the nominal commander-in-chief of the three armies, but he does not have any specific command. All military affairs are left to Wei Zhongxian. Eunuch Wei is also very proud at this moment. He is dressed in armor inlaid with gold and jade, wearing a python robe, and a golden crown with hair tied on his head.
He was heroic, but his command was messy, and he was operating completely according to the imagination in his mind. The storytelling mentioned a long snake formation, so Eunuch Wei ordered the troops to form a long snake formation, with 50,000 troops spread out against the Yangtze River.
There was no escape or cover, and the artillery was scattered among various battalions, making it impossible to concentrate firepower.
When the horn sounded from the opposite side, Zhu Youxiao picked up his telescope and looked at it. He saw four black flags gradually appearing from the horizon, lined up in a row, each with a powerful character on them, which together turned out to be "Fenglin Huoshan".
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"The Tatars can also join in the fun. They are as fast as the wind, as slow as the forest, as motionless as a mountain, and as plundering as fire. This is Sun Tzu's art of war. There are many educated people among the Tatars." Zhu Youxiao said teasingly.
"The emperor is well-read, he is really a generalist." Wei Zhongxian quickly flattered him.
Zhu Youxiao smiled and continued to watch through the telescope. The Tatar cavalry slowly appeared from the horizon, but it was not as unbearable as Wei Zhongxian told him. The tattered leather robe had been taken off, revealing the bronze muscles underneath.
Simple black leather armor, with black and white patterns painted all over their faces, black iron helmets with nose guards on their heads, holding the reins in one hand, and holding a thunderbolt in the other hand, flowing like an endless tide.
There was an endless stream of people pouring out from behind the horizon. Where there were only a few thousand people, it was clearly no less than tens of thousands!
Zhu Youxiao was shocked. This was very different from what the intelligence said. Tens of thousands of elite cavalry were armed with the same weapons as the Ming army. How could they fight this battle? Wei Zhongxian also discovered that something was wrong. At this time, it was too late to review the intelligence errors, so he only
Can quickly organize the emperor to retreat and stay away from dangerous situations.
At this time, all the generals of the Ming Army also saw the target they were going to hunt today. Their eyes were dull and their lips were parched. Who was hunting whom? Fifty thousand Ming Army infantry, or tens of thousands of Tatar cavalry?
Besides, it still has a big river at its back, so the situation is really worrying.
However, the emperor's cavalry did not move, and everyone still did not dare to move. They watched the Tatar cavalry approaching step by step. Although they had not yet entered the effective range, the overly nervous soldiers had already started shooting. A musket went off, triggering a full line of fire.
, even if some sensible junior officers shouted for a ceasefire, it would be of no avail.
Although it was not within the range, some stray bullets still hit the Tatar cavalry, but the black iron flow remained unmoved at all. The vacancies after the men fell were quickly filled, and the troop's marching speed did not change at all.
Still jogging with small steps, the sound of tens of thousands of iron hooves hitting the ground is really terrifying, like a wall overwhelming the people.
Zhu Youxiao turned pale with fright and retreated into the imperial chariot protected by iron plates. Wei Zhongxian hurriedly gave orders to retreat. When the bright yellow dragon flag representing the emperor moved, the morale of the army became even more dispirited, and countless soldiers were ready to escape.
At this time, the pace of the Mongols began to speed up, from jogging to galloping. The rapid sound of horse hooves beat in everyone's heart, like a urging drum. The Ming army fired wildly, and the artillery of each battalion also began to fire, but all they could
The ammunition he brought was too little. Apart from a few bullets in the barrel, there was not a single round.
The Mongolians also started shooting. One volley knocked down a large row of Ming soldiers. There was a howl of ghosts and wolves all around. The Mongols finished shooting the bullets skillfully, inserted the musket back into the saddle, and pulled out the sword with his backhand, and suddenly the sword was shining brightly.
, comparable to the glory of the sun and the moon, the Ming army no longer had the fighting spirit and immediately collapsed.
Under the protection of the imperial guards, Zhu Youxiao abandoned his vehicle, boarded the ship in a hurry, and finally hid in the cabin. Looking back blankly, he saw a tragic scene on the north bank. The Mongols were like tigers entering the sheep, and they were killing the Ming infantry from a high position. The screams of misery could not be heard.
, Zhu Youxiao couldn't bear to look anymore, turned around and said: "Set the boat quickly."
However, the ship could not move. Countless defeated soldiers clung to the side of the ship in the hope of escaping. Wei Zhongxian hurriedly ordered the imperial guards to cut off his hands. There was a sound of knives chopping on limbs and piercing wails, which made people feel terrified. Fortunately, the ship
Finally, we started to move. Wei Zhongxian came in with a sword in his hand and blood on his face. He said with a sad face: "Your Majesty, we are defeated."