Ming Zuo

The grassland in autumn is deeply loved by animals.

During the walk of the war horse, even the neighing sound is full of joy.

Only Badali felt very heavy, and always had a bad feeling about this expedition.

In order to cooperate with Dorgon in the battle, he was the commander in chief on the right, and assembled all the remaining soldiers and horses of Horqin's right-wing three banners, all the way south, and went straight to the flank of the Loufu group.

But after walking for so many days, the situation is still not clear enough.

"We have sent someone to contact Zarut's department, but so far there has been no reply."

Hearing the scout's report, Badali became more and more irritable.

"Have all the spies gone?"

His son, Bayas Hulang, hurriedly said: "The three spies are each a team of hundreds. I believe there will be news soon."

The other Mongolian princes and nobles all ate and drank as usual, full of confidence.

On this grassland where they have lived for generations, if they want to obtain some information, isn't it a matter of course?

The Han people who came here to fight against them will definitely learn a lesson they will never forget.

Only Badali was still frowning.

He is different from these nobles who rarely leave the Mongolian grassland. He has seen the strength of the National Defense Forces.

What worries him the most is that the troops they have now are really not enough.

The capable soldiers of each banner have followed Azig and Duoduo into the Central Plains, and the combat effectiveness of those left to watch the house has always been weaker.

Even if the power of the Three Banners is gathered, it is only about [-].

If it weren't for the cavalry, Badalley might not have dared to march alone.

Badali didn't know what was waiting for him ahead.

In Zarut's camp, it has now been reduced to ashes.

Countless Mongolian corpses were discarded one by one in the burning bonfire, and after being burned, they merged into the heaven and the earth.

The Mongols who were still alive had already lost their spirits, and were escorted by the soldiers of the National Defense Forces, slowly heading east.

"Dear General, I am willing to lead the Zarut troops to surrender, and I am willing to be the vanguard of the army and help you deal with the Horqin people."

Dorobel Sangjabu of Zalut Department knelt in front of Pan Zhengyang in fear, begging for mercy.

Although he heard that the National Defense Forces and the Qing-Mongolian Allied Forces would fight at the Xilamulun River not far away, Sangjiabu was not worried at first.

Although their station is very close to the battlefield, as a nation on horseback, Sangjabu is confident that he can run away at any time.

As a result, when the third cavalry division came under overwhelming siege, he understood what despair is.

These Han Chinese cavalry showed a fighting power that he could not imagine at all, and it took only half an hour to completely collapse the Zalut Department.

Pan Zhengyang rode his horse up to Sang Jiabu, condescending, and did not dismount at all.

"It is too late for you to ask for surrender now. Be your prisoner."

Hearing that Pan Zhengyang did not accept his surrender, Sangjiabu couldn't figure it out for a while, and was terrified.

He has no idea what awaits him in the days to come.

The fast horse galloped over, and the scout was sweating and drenched in blood.

"Report to the commander, we found Horqin's scout."

Hearing that he was in contact with Horqin, Pan Zhengyang was refreshed and asked quickly, "Where is it?"

The scout did not dismount, and immediately opened the map and pointed it out to him.

The officers of the Third Cavalry Division gathered around one after another and immediately came to a conclusion.

"At noon tomorrow, the Horqin cavalry should be able to arrive at Huanghua Mountain."

Cui Mingan pointed out the key point.

Huanghua Mountain is 150 miles northeast of Zhalut Banner where they are currently located, and the Sayintaobu River flows through it, which can provide water for the army.

Pan Zhengyang asked the scouts: "Did Horqin's scouts spot us?"

The scout said proudly: "We have completely shielded the battlefield, and we have driven all Horqin's three-way scouts back."

Pan Zhengyang laughed loudly, raised his fist and hit the scout.

"Good job, I will give you credit later."

Chief of Staff Wan Yan Zhengbo immediately had an idea.

"Since Horqin didn't notice the movements of our main force, let's catch him by surprise. Just kill him in Huanghua Mountain."

"Of course we have to kill him. We ride nearly 5 horses from the third division. Wouldn't it be shameful if we can't beat him, a mere Horqin right wing?"

As a soldier, who doesn't want to attack Liye?

The Third Cavalry Division was established late, and it couldn't compare with those big brother troops, and it was more eager for military exploits.

Now it's hard to stand alone, and all the officers can't accept it if they don't achieve results.

The evil consequences brought about by the various Mongolian ministries following the Qing army's entry into the customs were all revealed at this time.

Because too many elites were mobilized, the power of various Mongolian ministries was greatly weakened.

This made it impossible for them to completely control the grassland.

Not to mention the small number of scouts that Horqin's right wing can send out, the combat effectiveness is also quite insufficient, so they are at a disadvantage in the contest with the scouts of the Third Cavalry Division.

If the scouts don't gain the upper hand, they won't be able to effectively monitor the battlefield, and they won't be able to detect the enemy's movements.

In this way, although it is on its own territory, Horqin's right wing is like a blind man.

But the Third Cavalry Division knew the actions of Horqin's right wing like the back of their hands.

The generals of the Third Cavalry Division immediately drew up a battle plan and rushed to Huanghua Mountain overnight.

On Horqin's right wing, the news that the scouts had suffered repeated setbacks cast a shadow over the hearts of all Mongolian princes.

"When did the Han cavalry become so powerful?"

"It's really unexpected that the descendants of Genghis Khan have degenerated to such a degree."

Facing the verbal criticism from all the princes, Badali was very upset.

"Okay, stop arguing. Let's discuss whether to march or not?"

At this moment, he couldn't suppress his anger towards Man Qing even more.

Back then, when Horqin and Mongolia were united, how powerful they were.

It was all because Huang Taiji was afraid that Horqin would become bigger, so he abruptly divided it into six banners on the left and right wings, and each set up Zaksa management.

As a result, the six flags are tied and the status is equal.Now that he is in trouble, he has no way to suppress others, so he can only discuss it with nice words.

Baisigal in the right-wing front banner was actually a little scared, but he was more worried.

"Prince Rui has issued a strict order that we must arrive at the battlefield within ten days. If there is a delay, who can take responsibility?"

Lama Shixi of the Right Wing Rear Banner is in very poor health now, almost dragging his sick body while marching.While talking, he coughed violently.

"All the young and strong members of the clan have already entered the customs. Even if the remaining old, weak, sick and disabled are rushed over, what can they do?"

All of a sudden, the princes and nobles complained everywhere.

Seeing the chaotic morale of the army, Badali felt more and more that his future was not good.