The Red Mansion: From a Small Pawn to a Leader

The sun rose, and the entire Daqing Mountain was enveloped in warm and soft light. However, the foot of Daqing Mountain had become a hell on earth, with corpses everywhere, the smell of blood filled the air, and broken flags burning in the flames!

The Khalkha Prince, the Four Princes Prince, the Maomingan Prince, and the Chahar Prince all sat on their war horses with grim faces.

Behind them, tens of thousands of troops had formed into square formations and were ready to attack, but their numbers were obviously much smaller.

On the opposite side, three thousand cavalry battalions were also ready for battle.

The Khalkha Prince took a deep breath and greeted all the ancestors of the escaped Prince of the Western Sunite Banner in his heart. Now the only chance was to launch a surprise attack when the Fifth Army Camp and the Shenji Camp rushed out of the mountain road, which might disrupt the formation of the Three Thousand Camps.

On his left, a noble was holding a monocular telescope and looking towards the mountain pass, paying attention to the situation on the mountain road.

Suddenly, the sound of an entire team running could be heard faintly on the mountain path.

The noble shouted, "Here it comes!"

Looking down from the sky, the dark masses of Shenjiying musketeers poured out from the mountain road like a wave of tides.

The Khalkha prince suddenly pulled out the scimitar from his waist with his right hand and swung it with a cold light: "Kill the enemy!"

Roars immediately rang out on the prairie. Except for the Maoming'an tribe, the other three Mongolian tribes rushed forward, roaring, riding their horses and waving their swords.

The three thousand cavalry battalions standing like a mountain suddenly launched an attack.

The two teams collided fiercely, and the sounds of roaring and weapons clashing rang out!

Prince Maoming Anbu drew out his scimitar and shouted loudly: "Kill all the Han people!" He took the lead and led his cavalry to charge towards the musketeers at the mountain pass.

The well-trained musketeers quickly formed a battle formation!
The Mongols of the Maoming'an tribe rode their horses and quickly rushed towards the battle formation of the musketeers.

All the musketeers raised their muskets and fired at the same time!
Flames spurted out from the muzzles of the guns, and almost at the same time, the musketeers retreated to both sides like a tide, revealing the spearmen hiding behind them.

The dense gunfire almost cleared out the Mongols who were in the front. Perhaps it was the blessing of the Eternal Heaven that Prince Maoming'an was only scratched on the cheek by a stray bullet.

At this time, the spearmen strode forward side by side, then knelt on one leg together, with the tips of their spears pointed obliquely at the charging Mongols, and the butts of the spears stuck on the ground, forming a hedgehog-like jungle of spears.

The Prince of Maomingan closed his eyes in despair. Under normal circumstances, they would not attack the spearmen. This would be tantamount to committing suicide. He had originally thought of defeating the musketeers with a charge, splitting the 3,000 troops, and then defeating them one by one. Who would have thought that the Han people were so insidious and cunning? He cursed the ancestors of the Prince of the Western Sunite Banner for eighteen generations in his heart.

Prince Maoming Anbu felt a pain in his chest and then knew nothing.
The leader of Xilingol League sat upright on his horse, his face full of arrogance.

The prince of the Western Sunite Banner and others rode around him.

Tens of thousands of soldiers have been arranged in formation, ready to attack.

At this time, they were about thirty miles away from the battlefield.

At this time, a spy came on horseback, ran to the head of Xilin Gol League, pulled the reins, and shouted: "Report! The coalition forces of Ulanqab League and Chahar tribe are fighting fiercely with the Beijing camp!"

The leader of Xilin Gol League: "Explore again!"

The spy: "Huh!" and ran back.

The leader of Xilin Gol League took out a walnut-sized gold watch from his pocket and took a look. The needle pointed to the end of Chen and the beginning of Si. He said to the prince of Xisunite Banner: "Eat and feed the horses. The whole army will attack in half an hour!"

A nobleman spoke up: "Should we leave some troops behind to guard against Li Hu?"

The leader of Xilin Gol League sneered: "No need, they are just a bunch of lowly slaves. If Li Hu comes, I will peel off his skin and make it into a mattress."

Everyone laughed.

At the same time, the prince of the Urad tribe who was ambushing on their flank also received the news.

The Prince of the Urad tribe walked back and forth quickly with his hands behind his back, while his cronies stood silently by his side.

A confidant spoke up: "Your Majesty, we can't wait any longer."

The Prince of the Urad tribe suddenly stopped, hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said, "Wait!"

On the other side, Li Hu also led his cavalry to the battlefield, but they were farther away, about fifty miles away.

The protagonists of this melee were destined to be the cavalry, so Li Hu left the infantry in Suiyuan City.

Li Hu swallowed the meat pie in his mouth, took the hot water handed to him by Wang Daniu and started drinking it.

Huang Jinzhong took a piece of meat pie and ate it half-heartedly while looking into the distance.

There was the sound of horse hooves, and a scout came galloping over. He rushed to Li Hu, pulled the reins, jumped off his horse, and reported loudly: "Report to the commander, the Fifth Army Battalion and the Shenji Battalion have defeated the Mongolian cavalry of Mao Ming'an, and are cooperating with the Three Thousand Battalion to encircle and annihilate the joint forces of the Khalkha, the Four Princes, and the Chahar."

"Well done!" Huang Jinzhong jumped up excitedly.

Li Hu nodded and turned to walk aside.

Huang Jinzhong hurriedly followed him and asked, "Where are you going, Marshal?"

Li Hu said unhappily: "Pee." Huang Jinzhong stopped in embarrassment.

Wang Daniu handed over a water bag and said, "Master Supervisor, have a drink of water."

Huang Jinzhong was stunned at first, then glared at him, turned around and walked back.

Wang Daniu muttered in a low voice: "How can you urinate if you don't drink water?"

Huang Jinzhong, who was not far away, had obviously heard it. Although his face was expressionless, the veins on his forehead twitched imperceptibly.

The wait was the longest. Huang Jinzhong took out his pocket watch and saw that it was almost past midnight. He put it back in his pocket. Then he looked at Li Hu.

Li Hu closed his eyes slightly and sat cross-legged on the tiger skin mattress.

Wang Daniu and the generals of each camp stood silently on both sides.

Finally, the sound of horse hooves came from the northeast, and everyone looked over.

A sentry came over here with his horse whipping like crazy. When he arrived in front of the crowd, he pulled the reins hard, jumped off his horse, and knelt down to Li Hu: "Report! The main cavalry of Xilin Gol League has moved."

Huang Jinzhong stood up suddenly: "Marshal."

Li Hu still didn't open his eyes, but blurted out two words: "Silence!"

Huang Jinzhong had no choice but to swallow his words.

There was silence again.

Huang Jinzhong and the other generals looked at the unfathomable Li Hu. Although they were anxious, they could only endure it.

Suddenly, Li Hu opened his eyes abruptly, as if he was listening attentively.

Gradually, the sound of hurried horse hooves was heard in the distance again.

Everyone followed the sound.

Huang Jinzhong was slightly stunned. Northeast again?
Another scout came over and reported to Li Hu: "General, the Urad cavalry has moved!"

Huang Jinzhong took a deep breath. How many forces are there?
Li Hu stood up and said: "We will attack after one stick of incense."

Everyone shouted in unison: "Yes!"

The sound of killing was deafening at the foot of Daqing Mountain.

The entire battlefield was in chaos, with the Three Thousand Battalion and more than 100,000 cavalrymen from the Khalkha, Four Princes, Chahar, Xilingol League, and Urad tribes fighting each other!

The Fifth Army Battalion and the Shenji Battalion were also not idle. The musketeers cooperated with the spearmen to attack the Khalkha tribe fiercely, trying to rescue the besieged 3,000 cavalry battalions.

All the generals understood that if the Three Thousand Battalions were defeated, no matter which side won, they would all face catastrophic disaster.

In fact, the most uncomfortable group now is not the Three Thousand Battalion, but the Xilin Gol League. They were first attacked from behind by the Urad Tribe, and then they ran into the edge of the Three Thousand Battalion. In just half an hour, they lost thousands of people.

On the battlefield, people were like ants and their lives were worthless. People kept falling off their horses with screams, and the losses on all sides were rapidly increasing.

The situation on the battlefield was constantly changing. After continuous movement, the Xilingol League broke out of the encirclement and attacked behind the Four Princes' troops, while the Urad troops attacked behind the Three Thousand Camps.

The general of the Fifth Army Battalion shouted irritably, "Why haven't the artillery from the Three Thousand Battalion been delivered yet?"

"Sir General!" The deputy general beside him said with a trembling voice, "Look!" He hurriedly handed the telescope to the general of the Fifth Army Camp.

The commander of the Fifth Army Battalion took the telescope and looked at the battlefield. His whole body was immediately shocked. Under the siege of several forces, the battle formation of the Three Thousand Battalion was in chaos, and more and more soldiers fell down.

"No more waiting!" The general of the Fifth Army Camp threw away the telescope, suddenly drew the long sword from his waist, and swung it with a cold light: "All troops, attack!"

The drums roared loudly.

Then a large group of infantrymen with spears held high, swords held high and shields on their shoulders rushed towards the battlefield.

At this moment, a low horn sounded from the south, followed by the earth-shaking sound of horse hooves. In the distance, a large group of cavalry came charging towards the battlefield!

"It's over!" The general of the Fifth Army Battalion turned pale.

The deputy general shouted excitedly: "Reinforcements, reinforcements are coming!"

The general of the Fifth Army Camp was startled at first, then he looked and saw that the red ocean seemed so familiar at this moment, it was reinforcements!

The other soldiers of the Fifth Army Battalion also reacted and shouted, "Reinforcements are coming!"

Before the Mongols could react, Li Hudong's 25,000 cavalrymen rushed into the battlefield, tearing several huge holes in the exhausted Mongols' defense line.
As the old saying goes, if you can't win, run away. The leader of Xilin Gol League was the first to flee, followed by the Khalkha Prince, the Prince of the Four Princes and the Prince of Chahar, who saw that the situation was not right, also led the remaining troops to break out. Only the Urad tribe was unlucky and was entangled by the Three Thousand Battalion. (End of this chapter)