In the late Ming Dynasty, rising from the grassland

Chapter 39

The next day, after breakfast, each tribe gathered their troops again, the same 16 teams, and besieged them from 16 directions at the same time.

The smallest Chahar tribe could not even gather a hundred people. Fortunately, other tribes did not say anything.

But just when everyone was ready to attack, the Chatu Department made another mistake and wanted to negotiate with the Han people to collect the corpses first. Everyone had to prepare to watch their jokes.

This group of Han people do not follow the rules and are not allowed to collect corpses. Everyone has heard that anyone who is not good at negotiating will be shot to death if he gets too close.

However, what everyone didn't expect was that this time, the group of Han people not only agreed to the Chatu Department to collect the corpses, but also allowed all the tribes to send two people to collect the corpses.

Naturally, each tribe did not want their warriors to continue throwing corpses under the wall, so they sent two people to collect the corpses. The people who went there consciously did not carry weapons.

As the corpses were carried back one by one, the morale they had finally built up was completely drained. This made Kashgar angry and cursed loudly.

It was not until the afternoon that each tribe reluctantly launched an attack. Almost all of them stopped a hundred steps away from the wall and just shot arrows forward.

The Chatu Department was approaching within fifty steps, but they had no choice, it was too far away, and their shots could not be accurate. They actually made a flag and held it up. Everyone chose to aim and shoot directly, but the arrows were almost nailed to the wall. On the surface.

On the wall, Lin Rui's and others' counterattacks were also targeted. They aimed straight at the Chatu Department who was holding the flag, and shot the arrow ten steps in front of them.

For other tribes, it was a merciless salvo, but after only shooting for a while, they were reluctant to waste any more arrows.

At such a long distance, the opponent protected his head with a shield. Even if he was shot, he would not be killed. At most, he would be slightly injured, which was not cost-effective at all.

The Tatars were also heartbroken about the arrows. After a few rounds, they stopped shooting arrows. They only released an arrow from time to time, and then waved their weapons loudly and yelled and cursed.

Lin Rui and the others also retaliated with words, and the two sides started a verbal spat. After a lot of verbal exchanges, Lin Rui and the others were outnumbered and simply didn't bother to scold.

"Everyone, is this an attack?"

"We Mongolian warriors have been humiliated by you, we must charge forward!"

Kashi's face was livid with anger, and he roared at more than a dozen clan leaders.

Steward Fan's face was extremely ugly, while the other stewards shook their heads.

Obviously everyone can see that these Tatars are just perfunctory.

The clan leaders didn't want to go too far, so they had to send some more warriors, holding shields and ladders to go forward, but almost all the closest ones stopped in front of the trench.

They didn't pay attention yesterday, but today they saw it clearly. The adobe bricks stacked on the wall were two meters high, and there was almost no gap.

In other words, no matter where they attack, as long as the Han people push down the bricks, they will inevitably be smashed, so no one is willing to die.

Even though Kashgar was roaring and his throat was almost broken, each tribe still followed their own fighting methods, advancing and retreating, and they did not retreat until dusk.

In the evening, in the big tent in Kashgar, all the clan leaders were very satisfied after asking about their respective casualties.

The battle lasted a whole afternoon, but not a single warrior was killed. Only a dozen people were slightly injured, so they all decided to continue fighting like this tomorrow.

Only Kashgar was dissatisfied and smashed the wine bottle on the ground and shouted: "That's enough. You guys are so perfunctory and disrespectful of orders. Let's see how you answer to Lord Beile when the time comes."

"Kashgar, don't talk nonsense. Why didn't we respect the order? You asked everyone to come, and everyone came with their people. You wanted to attack, but we also attacked, and we also lost hundreds of warriors. Why? Is it perfunctory?"

"Yes, the wall is too high. We lack siege weapons. If we can't break it for a while, what can we do?" "It's not that we don't attack, it's just that we can't break it. The army of Hou Jin can't break Shanhaiguan and the capital of Ming Dynasty. Isn’t it normal that we can’t attack the Han people’s castle?”

"you……"

In the face of everyone's chatter, Kashi pointed at them with trembling fingers, almost angry to death, but he had no choice but to lie down on the main seat.

Seeing this, the eight stewards silently stood up and left the tent, while the clan leaders continued to eat wine and meat.

It's not that they don't want to fight or destroy the group of Han people, but they really can't defeat them. Instead of letting the warriors die in vain, it's better to wait for Dorgon to come back.

After the eight stewards returned to the caravan camp, the seven of them looked at each other, and one of them said to Steward Fan: "Brother Fan, it seems that waiting for these Tartars to break through the castle and rescue your third son is tantamount to It’s just a dream, I’ve been wandering here for several days, why not send someone to discuss with those horse bandits and redeem the Third Young Master, I think as long as the price is right, it shouldn’t be difficult!”

"Yes, those horse bandits are just looking for money. Do they still want to keep the Third Young Master to celebrate the New Year?"

"Forget it, that's all there is to it."

Manager Fan had no choice but to agree to redeem the person.

The person sent this time was not shot and came back soon, but his expression was a bit wrong and his speech was stammering.

"General Manager, the horse bandit leader said..."

"What did you say?" Manager Fan frowned.

"That man said that the Third Young Master had been cut into pieces by their five horses and chopped into pieces." The guard gritted his teeth bravely.

"What?" Manager Fan almost stumbled and fell down.

The other stewards also looked at each other, and then stepped forward to comfort him.

"Brother Fan, my condolences. It seems that the third young master was really killed. There is no need for that group of horse bandits to deceive."

"Hey! The third young master has been killed. It's pointless for us to stay here. We'd better go back on the road tomorrow."

This man ate horse chews, and he also carried a large amount of wild ginseng and medicinal materials in the car. Everyone no longer wanted to stay here.

After calming down, Manager Fan also planned to go back and report the matter to the head of the family. As for revenge, it was not something that he, a collateral descendant, could make the decision about.

So everyone ignored the repeated attempts by Kashgar and others to stay, and headed south with the caravan the next day.

After the caravan left, Kashgar originally wanted to besiege it, but the tribes only stayed for two days, and they all made excuses to herd horses, and returned to their tribes after herding.

After all, all the grass nearby has been eaten up by Lin Rui and his livestock. With three to four thousand war horses staying in one place every day, no one can afford the food consumed.

Seeing that everyone was gone, Kashgar had no choice but to take a dozen of his men to stay overnight in a tribe in the south, preparing to wait for Dorgon to return.

No one expected that this time fifteen tribes gathered more than 2000 troops, and a fierce battle not only failed to touch the top of the wall, but also ended so hastily.

This also confirms the famous saying of the Han people, military affairs have always been accomplished with one and defeated with two or three, let alone fifteen tribes with their own thoughts.

The damage and threat caused by the fifteen tribes was actually not as good as the threat and damage caused to Lin Rui and others by the Kashgar First Division.

(End of this chapter)