Chapter 214: Presenting a Brother's Gift, Fearing Past Events (2)
, is there any news about the cavalry sent out?..., took off the iron armor on his body, opened his brocade robe, exposed his bristle-like chest hair, continued to drink strong wine, and danced with the burning piece in his hand.
Asked about the golden and crispy lamb chops.
"Don't worry, Commander-in-Chief. Two thousand cavalrymen from the Tumut and Horqin tribes are cruising on the east and west sides of Dushikou Fort. If there are Ming troops from the surrounding forts to come to the rescue, they will fall into a trap." A man was also feasting on the meal.
General Wasi replied.
King Sekan laughed and nodded and said: "Well, it's best this way. They won't be able to get enough reinforcements. I want to see how long they can last." "Grand Governor, our warriors rush in one after another.
I have traveled more than two hundred miles and haven't had any rest since arriving here. If anything changes, I will be afraid." However, an old man with a heavy heart stood up and said. "In addition, the winner is still undecided, please invite the Governor.
Don't drink any more, otherwise, if something goes wrong, the Governor..."
"What are you afraid of? Do the two thousand cavalrymen of the Tumut and Horqin tribes have nothing to eat?"
Humph, Pontus brought 20,000 heroic prairie eagles. How can we not even capture the more than 1,000 southern barbarians?" King Sekan glared at this guy with dissatisfaction and coldly snorted: "We are ten.
We are several times stronger than the enemy. As long as we capture Dushikou Fort, reinforcements will arrive tomorrow at most. By that time, not to mention the generals of Xuanfu, even if King Yang comes again, it will be useless."
"Fine wine will only make the blood of us ancients hotter, allowing the bows and arrows in our hands to shoot farther, and the scimitars in our hands to chop off the heads of those southern barbarians more skillfully. Even if I am drunk, I will still
You can easily twist off the heads of those southern barbarians and trample them to pieces." King Sekan spat viciously. His eyes reddened by alcohol stared at the monolithic fortress, full of cruel desire.
"Tell the soldiers to attack in turn and don't give those southern barbarians any chance to rest.
As long as Dushikou Fort is captured, they can have fun like last time."
After hearing what King Sekan said, the soldiers of the Junggar tribe not far away couldn't help but cheer excitedly. For them, the nature of plunder has already been rooted in their bodies.
In their eyes, the Southern Barbarians are like fat lambs. Their wealth, those gorgeous silks, exquisite porcelain, and those women with skin as white as goat milk, should all belong to them on the grasslands.
Strong.
As their greatest Khan said, a man's greatest joy is to subdue the crowd, defeat the enemy, seize everything he has, ride his horse, and have his beautiful wives and concubines. Let the place covered with green grass become
My horse ranch.
,
Although the glory of Yuan Meng has long passed away, and the Golden Horde Khanate established by the descendants of the ancient Meng have long been in charge of their own affairs and even enemies of each other, every warrior on the grassland has not forgotten the heroic words of their greatest Khan.
.
This is also their biggest dream, like their ancestors, to conquer the southern barbarians again, occupy the prosperous Central Plains, and wantonly ask for everything they need, whether it is money, land, or women.
Following King Sekan's promise, cheers erupted one after another. Even some warriors who had retreated and were resting were stimulated to the point of waving the scimitars in their hands. They let out crazy shouts of "ho ho" and once again poured into the crowd towards that place.
A fort filled with smoke rushed forward.
When King Sekan looked at this scene, he couldn't help but grinned widely and laughed heartily: "These are the men on our grasslands. Facing our enemies, we should be as crazy as wolves. You say,
Right?!" Seeing King Sekan's blood-red eyes with a hint of madness, everyone could only bite the bullet and put on a smile, echoing King Sekan's words. For this murderous demon king, they
I really don't have the courage to risk my own life.
On the prairie, everyone likes wine and spirits. It is common for people in the army to drink and have fun. Even if you drink a good meal of wine when you go to the battlefield, no one will say anything. But as the commander-in-chief of an army,
It's really stupid to drink like this.
However, the heads of tribes and generals who came with King Sekan were unwilling and did not dare to persuade him, because King Sekan's reputation for being cruel and easy to kill had spread throughout the world not just in a day or two.
They covered the entire grassland. And many of them had fought with King Sekan, and they were all very aware of this man's fiery and irritable temperament.
Even more clearly, he dared even the generals of the Junggar tribe to raise the butcher knife in his hand without hesitation, and was unharmed afterwards. Such clear evidence has made these generals and leaders understand that in the past, the practices and iron laws set by Genghis Khan on the grasslands
, has been almost completely destroyed by the now rising Junggar tribe, or rather by their Chorus clan.
Genghis Khan once said: After defeating the enemy, we will jointly distribute the property obtained. However, since conquering most of the enemies on the grasslands, we no longer observe the property obtained by each tribe, or in other words, the property that can be distributed.
, sometimes, it is not even as much as one-fifth or even one-tenth of what the Choros clan obtained alone. If they were not afraid of the power of the Junggar tribe, how could they still sacrifice their lives for such a person?
"Drink, drink, it's best to get drunk to death." Everyone who raised their glasses with flattering smiles on their faces almost all had the same thought. They even wished that King Sekan would go crazy after drinking too much and get naked.
With his butt raised and his machete in hand, he rushed to the wall of the Dushikou Fort to die.
The artillery is still roaring, roaring like thunder, roaring one after another, and the blazing white hot flames can always spit out countless bell pellets, clearing out one blank area after another. From time to time, they are emitting
The sharp and dense screams, and the swarms of bees that kept spraying out groups of arrows, also harvested countless lives.
The feathered arrows on the top of the city were so densely packed that they looked like a high-yielding field full of mature wheat ears. Many young men squatted with wooden shields on their heads to pluck these feathered arrows to feed those who were still shooting.
Used by soldiers.
"What's going on? Why haven't even a team of reinforcements appeared so far?" There was already a gap in the ear protection on the left, and there were also several damage to the armor on his body. A man from Baihu struggled to cut down a man from the crenel.
The Waci Tatar, who stuck out his head, turned to Tian Kun, who was not far away and led his soldiers to rush for reinforcements. He shouted loudly and asked, "At this moment, this Baihu no longer cares about his usual official position. Here,
They are all soldiers of the Ming Dynasty.
"Yes, but they were stopped. The damn Tatars also scattered their cavalry around. The two thousand soldiers and horses of Junzibao are now blocked twenty miles away from our Dushikou Fort. The Tatars are cavalry, they have no Find a way to rush over." Tian Kun wiped the blood on his face and replied loudly while breathing heavily.
"What about Banbidian Fort? Although it's a little further over there, there are nearly a thousand cavalry there. They should have almost arrived." The man from the household shook off the plasma on his sword and said with a sorrowful look on his face: "Is that the case? How many days have you been so stupid that you don’t even have the guts to send troops, just watch us fight to the death?” “Impossible, if that happens, they will definitely not be able to pass the court. However, the longer we resist here, the more likely those The Waci Tatars will become more and more anxious. Look at it now, they are almost out of order." Tian Kun pointed the sword in his hand at the bottom of the city. Now, how can you tell which tribe is which? The Waci Tatars below Zi had long since lost the discipline and formation he had at the beginning, and was just frantically trying to climb up the wall.
And the feather arrows that had been dense like rain from the beginning also began to appear sparse. Although the Waci people had an advantage in numbers, the non-stop attack for more than two hours made the Waci people who had been running wildly all morning The soldiers' hands and feet also began to weaken. Although King Sekan's promise once again stimulated their potential, they were unable to hold the text after all. This was a siege battle, not a field battle. So far, only two lines had been built. The narrow sandbag passages could only accommodate a few people. In the moat water around these two passages alone, there were hundreds of fallen floating corpses floating densely.