The Red Mansion: From a Small Pawn to a Leader

"How arrogant!"

Doral Hailancha held a monocular telescope towards Li Hu and said to Fucha Mingrui, "It looks like there are only about 10,000 people. They don't take us seriously!"

Fucha Mingrui sat on his horse, quietly looking at the battlefield where the battle was going on.

With a "humph", Hailancha turned his gaze to the battlefield again, and seeing that the Fourth Prince's troops were badly defeated by the Han army flag, he smiled and said, "Good slave."

Before he finished speaking, his expression suddenly changed and he cursed: "This bunch of damned rebels!"

The Eight Banners soldiers under Fu Kang'an moved. Thousands of feather arrows formed a net in the air and shot densely into the Plain White Banner Han cavalry. They drew the strings and released arrows, one round after another. In an instant, tens of thousands of arrows were shot into the Plain White Banner Han cavalry. Wailing sounds resounded throughout the battlefield, and the unlucky cavalry of the Fourth Prince's army also died under the rain of arrows.

Immediately afterwards, these Eight Banners soldiers galloped at high speed on the left wing of the Plain White Banner Han Army, suppressing the Plain White Banner Han Army cavalry with their powerful bows, and effectively supporting the remnants of the Fourth Prince's army.

At the same time, the cavalry of Zasaktu Khan's tribe came forward and not only stabilized the situation, but also, with the cooperation of the Eight Banners soldiers, forced the Plain White Banner Han army to retreat step by step.

Hailancha was furious: "Why haven't the people from Zhaowuda League arrived yet?"

A general: "We have already sent two groups of people to urge them."

Hailancha: "Send more people! Let them attack the rebels from the flank immediately!"

At this time, a spy came on horseback and ran to Fucha. Mingrui pulled the reins in front of him, jumped off the horse, and reported loudly: "General, the Zhaowuda League coalition forces have retreated!"

Without waiting for Fu Cha. Ming Rui to speak, Hai Lan Cha shouted angrily: "Who told them to retreat?!"

The spy said: "It was the Han cavalry who stopped the Zhaowuda League forces and forced them to retreat thirty miles."

Hailancha laughed angrily: "Han people?"

Fucha. Mingrui spoke up: "How many Han cavalrymen stopped the Zhaowuda League?"

The spy said: "General, there are at least five or six thousand men."

Fucha. Mingrui sighed. The Han cavalry swept across the prairie, destroying dozens of tribes, large and small. They were extremely fierce and had a great reputation. Like the Eight Banners soldiers, they had subdued all the Mongols and frightened them. However, if they were defeated today, the myth of the invincibility of the Qing Dynasty would be broken, and it would be difficult to subdue the Mongols in the future.

Baoning, who had been silent the whole time, spoke up: "Let's send the 18,000 soldiers of the Zhenghong Banner. The Korchin Prince can't hold on any longer."

Fucha. Mingrui nodded.

A row of trumpets sounded, and the deep and powerful sound echoed over the battlefield!
Li Hu raised his eyebrows, "Fu Cha. Mingrui has an ambush?"
At this moment, a low horn sounded from the southwest, followed by the earth-shaking sound of horse hooves, and a red cloud quickly came from the other end of the prairie.

Zhou Xun's eyes were sharp: "It's the Zhenghongqi!"

The Chechen Khanate, which was attacking the Khorchin cavalry, was attacked by the arrow rain of the Red Banner before it could react. The Chechen Khanate cavalry fell in groups. The arrow rain was passed by, and people and horses were thrown to the ground. Screams were heard one after another. The Mongols had a natural fear of the Eight Banners soldiers, and the fear brought by the killing made the Chechen Khanate's formation in chaos. Fortunately, the Red Banner ignored them, and the dense arrow rain fell on the Tushetu and Saiyin Noyan coalition forces of the Yellow Banner Han Army that besieged Baoning.

Arrows were fired like rain, wave after wave, causing heavy casualties to the two allied forces.

The Eight Banners soldiers of Fu Kangan's army, who were chasing the Plain White Banner Han cavalry, turned their guns and charged towards them.

The Zhenghong Banner immediately rushed forward, and the two armies collided fiercely, with the sounds of roaring, weapons clashing, and screams of death. Heads rolled, flesh and blood flew everywhere, and broken limbs and arms scattered all over the ground.

Wang Daniu said excitedly: "What a wonderful dog-eat-dog drama! Bite, bite hard!"

Everyone laughed. Huang Jinzhong, who had been watching the show quietly, spoke up: "If Fu Kang'an didn't have a backup plan, he would have lost this battle."

Li Hu glanced at him. Is this old eunuch no longer pretending?

Huang Jinzhong seemed to have realized what was happening, and quickly changed the subject: "Marshal, do we need to help Fu Kang'an again?"

Li Hu: "Stop the Zhaowuda League and attack the Zhenghong Banner are two different things. I can't afford to be accused of provoking a border conflict. But I heard that the emperor's new favorites are waiting for me to return to the capital to deal with me."

Huang Jinzhong was a little panicked. He didn't expect Li Hu to say such impolite words in front of all the generals.

Wang Daniu started to curse: "Damn it! We are working so hard in the front, and they are enjoying the good life in the back. It's ok, but they want to step on us to get to the top? Dream on! Just wait, I will crush him when I go back."

Li Hu scolded: "Shut your stinky mouth!"

Wang Daniu's mouth was raised high, with a look of dissatisfaction.

Huang Jinzhong secretly admired him, thinking that he was really good at pretending. No wonder he had been with Li Hu for so long without being exposed!

Thinking of this, he quickly glanced around and felt relieved. Except for Li Hu's confidants, Zhou Xun and the generals of Datong, Xuanfu and Jizhou also looked unhappy, but they were not that excited.

Everyone's eyes fell on the battlefield again, watching the fight between the Zhenghong Banner and the Uliastai Eight Banners. The outcome between them would determine the direction of this war.

The soldiers of the Eight Banners of Uliastai were brave, but the Zhenghong Banner were not bad either, and their number was two to three thousand more than theirs. As time passed, the advantage in numbers began to show, and the soldiers of the Eight Banners of Uliastai could not hold on and began to retreat.

At this moment, a low horn sounded, and in the distance, a group of cavalry were charging towards the battlefield!
Everyone looked on.

Li Hu's eyes flashed. He was wearing a tall cylindrical curly hat, a black cloak, and a spear that was a little too long. He was a Rakshasa!
The one at the front of the cavalry, brandishing his spear and running wildly, was Ivanov! Thousands of Russian cavalrymen formed a triangle formation behind him and rushed towards the Zhenghong Banner.

Ivanov was confident that he could cooperate with Fukangan's men to defeat the Zhenghong Banner. These thousands of people were brave and combative Cossack cavalry. They had defeated the Eight Banners Army on the border many times. The year before last, they defeated the 3,000 elite troops of the Deputy Governor of Heilongjiang in one fell swoop.

Ivanov's horse was very fast, and it rushed to the flank of the Zhenghong Banner like a gust of wind. Before the Zhenghong Banner commander could react, his horse pierced through the Zhenghong Banner formation like an extremely sharp boning knife, cutting it into two parts.

An inch longer is an inch stronger. Ivanov waved his spear and charged left and right in the Zhenghongqi army formation. He was unstoppable and soon disrupted the Zhenghongqi army formation.

Everyone understood that the Zhenghongqi was going to be defeated.

Huang Jinzhong hesitated for a moment and said, "Marshal, we cannot let Fukangan annihilate Fucha Mingrui's army, especially the weapons and equipment of the Zhenghong Banner."

Li Hu thought for a moment and said to the messenger, "Tell the Zhaowuda League and Fucha Mingrui that they are about to be defeated. Ask them to go to the front to provide support."

Huang Jinzhong smiled: "The Marshal has made clear arrangements for both sides!"

Everyone started laughing again.

Li Hu smiled. Qian Xiaosi would definitely send someone to the capital to sue him, and he would be able to go home soon!

Huang Jinzhong: "After this defeat, the Jurchens can no longer suppress the Mongols!"

Everyone nodded.

The afterglow of the setting sun shines on the prairie. The once arrogant Jurchens can only flee in panic now. (End of this chapter)