The Red Mansion: From a Small Pawn to a Leader

Li Hu was not the only one who was puzzled. Several Mongolian princes were also confused.

Tens of thousands of troops from Ulanqab League and Xilingol League were spread out over a dozen miles in radius on hilltops and vast grasslands.

The exit of Yinshan Baidao was surrounded by crowds of people.

Far away, the Khalkha Prince sat on his horse, holding a monocular telescope and looking towards the exit, paying attention to the situation there.

The deputy leader of Xilin Gol League and the prince of West Sunite Banner started to curse: "Fuck it! Five days have passed, and we haven't even seen a ghost. We are just wasting time like this. What kind of war is this!"

The fourth prince's department prince couldn't help but said: "I should have killed Li Hu first. Now, the three thousand troops were not annihilated, and there is still a vicious tiger behind us!"

The Prince of Chahar smiled bitterly upon hearing this. It was not that he did not want to turn around and kill Li Hu, but that he could not. No one knew whether the 3,000-man battalion on the opposite side would suddenly rush out. The 3,000-man battalion was not Li Hu's makeshift team. If they rushed out, none of the 50,000 troops from Ulanqab League, Chahar League, and Xilin Gol League would be able to escape.

In the past few days, they sent a large number of spies into Yinshan Baidao for reconnaissance, but unfortunately no one came back.

It is obvious that the Three Thousand Battalion has entered the Yinshan Baidao and they are waiting for the opportunity.

Prince of the Western Sunite Banner: "Evil tiger? Bah! How can he be worthy of it? He just gathered a bunch of lowly serfs. Even if he is really a tiger, I can peel off his skin and make a mattress."

As soon as these words were spoken, the nobles of Xilingol League all laughed loudly.

The nobles of Ulanqab League looked at them and shook their heads. How did Ikh Ju League disappear?

The most depressed person was the Prince of Chahar, who watched his enemy lingering under his nose all day long, but could do nothing about him. And the Princess was his new wife, and he hadn't had time to sleep with her yet, which made him depressed just thinking about it.

Prince Maoming Anbu, who had been silent, asked in a low voice, "What's that sound?"

Everyone was startled at first, then they tilted their ears and listened quietly.

The cries of countless Mongols could be heard faintly in the valley.

The Khalkha Prince seemed to have thought of something and his expression changed immediately.

Prince Maoming Anbu and others who were holding telescopes froze as countless Mongols poured out of the mountain from the mountain path!

All the Mongols were tied together with hemp ropes on their right arms, and those walking in the front were the elderly, the weak, women and children.

No matter how stupid the people present were, they all knew what was going on. The Han people were using the captured Mongols from the Ulanqab League as shields to break through the traps they had set at the mountain pass.

The fourth prince gritted his teeth and said, "Beast!"

Prince of the Western Sunite Banner: "What kind of a country of etiquette? Pah!"

Prince Maoming Anbu smiled bitterly. They really didn't expect that the Han people would use such despicable means.

The Fourth Prince: "We must find a way, otherwise it will all be over!"

Everyone was silent. There was no other way except to shoot these captured Mongols.

Soon, the first group of Mongols walked out of the valley.

The Mongolian archers lying in ambush on both sides of the valley did not shoot, but watched them pass by.

As they got closer, the Khalkha Prince's eyes suddenly widened and his face turned as pale as paper!

"Abu! Eji~"

Suddenly, a Mongolian noble behind the Khalkha Prince roared loudly, then whipped the warhorse under his crotch on the cheek. The warhorse screamed in pain and rushed forward like crazy.

"Iggy!"

"Minihu!"

More Mongolian nobles rushed out on horseback!
Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment. The Han people had found the hiding place of the Khalkha royal court!
With a loud "boom", the Mongolian nobles who rushed out fell into the trap prepared for the Three Thousand Camp with their horses.

Then, the Mongolian elderly, weak, women and children who were walking in the front stepped into the trap and fell down one after another. Screams and wails echoed throughout the foot of the Daqing Mountain!
The elderly, the weak, women and children who followed closely behind wanted to stop, but were squeezed into a trap by the captives who came from behind.

The people at the back didn’t know what was happening in front, and in order to survive, they could only push the people in front forward, and the team couldn’t stop at all.

The captives in front were in chaos and started to flee in all directions, but the fleeing people were not running in the same direction. They were tied up with hemp ropes and fell down in the crowd, making the situation even more chaotic!
The more they ran, the more traps they saw being stepped on and filled. The other princes became anxious, but they didn't know what to say, so they could only look at the Khalkha Prince.

The Khalkha prince's eyes were red, his hands were clenched and cracked, and he suddenly shouted in a loud voice, "Shoot! Shoot! Shoot them to death, shoot them to death!"

"Your Highness! Your Highness~" The nobles of the Khalkha tribe knelt down one after another.

The Khalkha prince yelled, "Shoot!"

The sound of the horn sounded!
Thousands of arrows were shot at the crowd like a net. Screams were heard one after another. After a scream, a noble lady was shot through the throat and fell to the ground with disbelief in her eyes.

The second wave was shot out, followed by the third wave. The entire mountain pass was blocked by overwhelming arrows, and the corpses of the elderly, the weak, women and children of the Khalkha tribe were everywhere.

As the last wave of arrows fell, there was no Mongol left standing outside the mountain pass. The entire valley was dead silent.

The Khalkha Prince fell to his knees with a thud.

Several Mongolian princes looked at each other. Their morale had been severely damaged before they even saw the Han people. This was not a good thing!

At this time, someone in the crowd said, "There are 20,000 to 30,000 people in the Khalkha royal court."

A Khalkha noble turned around, his eyes flashing fiercely as he searched the crowd: "Who is talking? Who was talking just now?"

Before he finished speaking, the cries of countless old, weak, women and children were heard from the mountain path.

Countless eyes were now looking at the Khalkha Prince, but he just stared straight ahead, still motionless.

There weren't many people this time, but they were all dressed elegantly.

A Khalkha nobleman spoke up: "Your Majesty, I will go and rescue the prince and the others!"

Several Mongolian princes looked at each other. What a vicious plot! If they saved them, would they save the people behind them? How to appease those nobles whose relatives had died? If they didn't save them, it would be a bigger blow to their morale, especially for the Khalkha princes.

The Khalkha prince closed his eyes and uttered a word through his teeth: "Shoot!"

The blaring horn sounded again miserably.

Arrows rain down!

With a "wow" sound, a mouthful of blood spurted out of the Khalkha Prince's mouth.

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty!"

The nobles of the Khalkha tribe rushed over and supported him.

Prince Maoming Anbu: "Send the prince back quickly."

The Khalkha Prince opened his eyes and said, "Shoot."

Prince Maoming Anbu: "Don't worry, I will never let them fill the trap."

Only then did the Khalkha Prince close his eyes.

With great efforts, the nobles of the Khalkha tribe lifted him up and walked out.

The eyes of the Chahar Prince flashed, and he felt the pain only when the knife fell on his body.

The fourth prince spoke up: "Here we go again!"

Prince Maoming Anbu sighed. If they continued to kill wave after wave like this, something bad would happen sooner or later!

On the other side, Li Hu met the eunuch Huang Jinzhong in the central military tent.

Li Hu was drinking tea while looking at Huang Jinzhong. He thought that all the eunuchs named Jinzhong in history were bad people, and this one was probably the same.

Huang Jinzhong smiled widely and said, "May I ask, Lord, when will you rescue the Beijing camp?"

Li Hu took a sip of tea and uttered one word: "Wait."

Huang Jinzhong: “What are you waiting for?”

Li Hu: "Wait until the fight breaks out over at Daqing Mountain."

Huang Jinzhong looked at him in confusion.

Li Hu sneered in his heart, pretending to be quite good. He had long known from the prince that the emperor had selected several eunuchs who knew military strategy from the Imperial Horse Administration, but he did not expect that they would be sent to the army as eunuch supervisors.

Huang Jinzhong smiled apologetically: "Please give me some advice, sir."

Li Hu put down his tea bowl and said, "If we don't take Guihua and Suiyuan, we won't be able to go to Daqing Mountain. Do you understand what I mean, Mr. Supervisor?"

Huang Jinzhong smiled and said, "Don't worry, my Lord. I asked these questions only to make it easier for me to explain to the emperor in the secret memorial."

Li Hu smiled and said, "Don't worry, my lord military supervisor. I am not that petty."

The corner of Huang Jinzhong's mouth twitched. He was indeed a petty-minded person.

At this time, Wang Daniu walked in: "General, lunch is ready."

Li Hu stood up and said, "Master Military Supervisor, please come in!"

Huang Jinzhong extended his hand and said, "My Lord, please!" (End of this chapter)