The Wanli Emperor of the Ming Dynasty was extremely rebellious

Chapter 120 The Food Route Was Really Cut Off
Wanli actually used the food and grass of the 100,000-strong army as bait to lure the cavalry of the Ordos tribes to attack!

Isn't he afraid of making things worse by doing this?

If the food supply of an army of 100,000 is really cut off, who can withstand it?
Ningsai Fort is a border town, surrounded by loess slopes, with basically no arable land.

War horses are a little easier to deal with. They can at least survive for a while by running to the Hongliu River Valley more than ten miles north to eat grass. But can people survive without food?
Wang Chonggu believed that it would definitely be unbearable.

Therefore, he secretly ordered Zhang Jie to quickly send his confidants to Neitao and let the Ordos tribes quickly gather cavalry to prepare to rob food.

At the same time, adjust the defense in the north of Yansui Town, transfer the border troops controlled by his trusted subordinates to the checkpoint that is most convenient for the Northern Tartar Cavalry to invade, and let the Northern Tartar Cavalry in!

Does Zhang Jie dare to do this?
He is seeking death by doing this!
If he fails to kill Wanli, he will be dead.

The problem is that the bait Wanli put out smells too good.

He believed that as long as the food supply was cut off, the Battle of Tumu would definitely happen again and Wanli would be doomed.

Moreover, the three major families in Puzhou also knew that this was the last chance, and they had no choice but to take a risk. Therefore, Wang Chonggu gave Zhang Jie a death order, or he would die if he didn't do it!
In this situation, Zhang Jie had to do it even if he didn't want to.

Then, a strange scene appeared.

The Shenwu Camp's grain cart team, like a long dragon, was rushing towards Fugu, and the cavalry from the Ordos tribes in the inner area actually followed it, converging on the grassland more than 300 miles north of Yulinwei like a hundred rivers converging.

They seemed to know the location of the grain cart team very well. As soon as the grain cart team loaded the grain and turned around, they began to move slowly towards the central part of Yulinwei.

As soon as the grain cart team passed Yulin Weicheng, they entered the Wuding River Valley, more than a hundred miles southwest of Yulin Weicheng.

This is extremely weird.

The Wuding River runs from northwest to southeast through Yulinwei. Although the Wuding River Valley outside the pass is more than a hundred miles away from Yulinwei City, it is less than ten miles away from Heihedun, the pass of the Great Wall.

At such a close distance, how could the defenders on the Heihedun line, who were in a commanding position, not see the tens of thousands of Northern Tartar cavalrymen?

They really acted as if they didn't see it and didn't react at all. Not to mention lighting a signal smoke signal, they didn't even move!
As the sun sets, the sky is filled with red clouds, and the long dragon-like line of grain carts finally arrives at the Wuding River Valley inside the Great Wall.

At this time, the distance between them and the Northern Tartar cavalry was less than twenty miles.

However, they seemed completely unaware of the approaching danger and showed no signs of abnormality.

The cavalry gathered at the riverside, watered their horses and dismantled their tents on horseback, preparing to set up camp.

The soldiers of the Shenjiying who were driving the grain carts were busy gathering the carts and lining them up in several rows on the north side of the valley. Then they removed the reins from the horses' backs and let the horses pulling the carts drink some water and eat some grass.

Juniper stood on horseback, looking at the river water that was dyed faintly red by the red glow of the sunset, and couldn't help but think of a poem.

Swearing to sweep the Huns regardless of their own body, five thousand Diao Jinsang Hu Chen.

Poor Wuding Riverside Bone is still a spring boudoir dream.

Li Ling, grandson of the Flying General Li Guang, led 5,000 Han soldiers to the north to attack the Xiongnu. As a result, they were surrounded by tens of thousands of Xiongnu cavalry and almost all of them were buried by the Wuding River.

This is the fate of soldiers on the border. In order to defend their country, they have no choice but to risk their lives.

Perhaps, one day, he will be buried here.

At that time, he could only appear in his wife's dreams.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but head towards Ningseburg.

He suddenly thought of this poem and his family.

Could it be that today is the day he will sacrifice his life for his country?
There was no panic on his face, and his eyes were still full of determination.

The border troops had long since disregarded life and death.

At this moment, a thunderous sound of horse hooves suddenly sounded from the north.

The ground shook and the river water began to ripple.

The earth was shaking like this, there must be at least tens of thousands of cavalrymen, and they were very close to them!
The Northern Tartar cavalry really came, and they were lying in ambush in the Wuding River Valley, very close to Heihedun.

These guys didn't even light a signal smoke signal, so they must be traitors. The Heihedun checkpoint must have been opened long ago, and the Northern Tartar cavalry is about to charge over.

Today is destined to be a bloody battle, and I will die without regrets if I am buried here.

After all, this is his hometown, and his loyal soul will not wander outside.

Du Song still showed no sign of panic. He simply glanced at the broad grasslands of the river valley to the north, then shouted, "Wang Xuan, Zhao Menglin, each of you will lead 5,000 cavalry and spread out."

After saying this, he rode his horse and rushed towards where the grain carts were gathered.

At this time, four soldiers from the Shenji Camp jumped out of the grain cart that seemed to be loaded with only grain and supplies. Wang Rulong, Chen Dacheng, Lou Nan and Hu Shouren had already commanded 40,000 soldiers to start forming a chariot formation.

Du Song rode over and asked loudly, "How is it, generals? Can we hold the center?"

Wang Rulong said without hesitation: "General Du, don't worry. Even if a hundred thousand Northern Tartar cavalrymen charge at us, they won't be able to break through our chariot formation."

Okay, I'll leave the middle part to you.

Upon hearing this, Du Song immediately spurred his horse and galloped towards the right where the terrain was more open.

In the middle, eight thousand grain carts gathered rapidly, forming rows and rows of defense lines. Each row was more than ten miles wide, and there were eight rows in total.

In the front row of Shenjiying soldiers, two were left standing outside, holding a shield in one hand and holding the wooden handles on both sides of the grain cart with the other hand, while the other three quickly got back into the grain cart.

The soldiers in the back rows quickly gathered forward. Some formed a dense row behind the second and third rows of grain carts, holding a gun in one hand and a shield in the other, ready for battle. Some climbed onto the roof of the fourth row of grain carts, took off the muskets on their backs and lay in a row.

As expected, the Northern Tartar cavalry came charging forward without any hindrance. They saw rows and rows of grain carts from afar and actually howled with excitement.

Perhaps they all thought that the information provided by the three major families in Puzhou was correct. This time, they could not only cut off the little emperor's food supply, but also seize tens of thousands of stones of food.

However, they did not rush forward.

Because the pass of Heihedun is so wide, they can only pass through on horseback. At this moment, they are still in a long line. If they rush forward one by one, they will be seeking death. They have to line up horizontally two or three miles away.

The thunderous sound of horse hooves continued, and the black spots on the opposite side slowly spread out like ink, and soon formed a black line several miles wide.

Wang Rulong rode his horse to the back of the first row of grain carts, raised his telescope and took a closer look, but there was no expression on his face, just like a machine.

Chen Dacheng, Lou Nan and Hu Shouren also rode their horses to the back of the second, third and fourth rows of grain carts, holding binoculars and scanning the front with expressionless faces, without any panic.

The cavalry gathered very quickly. Within a quarter of an hour, the black line on the opposite side had spread out to more than ten miles long.

At this time, the Northern Tartar cavalry seemed unable to bear it any longer.

The tribal leaders let out strange cries, and a black line over ten miles wide suddenly rushed towards the grain carts like a tide.

The sound of horses' hooves was like thunder, the earth was shaking, and the might of tens of thousands of cavalry charging was truly terrifying.

However, the soldiers of the Shenji Camp were all calm and were not frightened at all by the earth-shaking power.

Hu Shouren, who was standing behind the fourth row of grain carts, raised his binoculars to take a closer look. He then raised his hand and said loudly, "Aim at the face and prepare to fire."

Four thousand musketeers immediately took out their fire starters and blew on them.

Hu Shouren put down the telescope and stared coldly ahead. Suddenly, he waved his hand downwards and said loudly, "Nod, fire from both sides."

A row of green smoke rose up, followed by a burst of dense popping sounds.

The Ming army had muskets, and the northern barbarians all knew it.

However, they were not very afraid, because the Ming army's muskets were not very accurate and powerful. They could basically not penetrate their leather armor from a hundred steps away. A round of musketry would at most cause a bump in the area not protected by the leather armor. There was nothing to be afraid of.

Moreover, with the speed at which the Ming army's muskets were loaded with ammunition, they only needed to survive one round before they could rush to the enemy and there would not be too many casualties.

What they were really afraid of was the Ming army's artillery. One shot from that thing could kill or injure a long number of people.

This grain transport convoy obviously did not carry any artillery, and they were not really afraid of just the muskets.

That thing can't kill people.

Unexpectedly, this time it was different.

After a burst of gunfire, most of the cavalry in the first row fell off their horses, covering their faces, and were trampled to pieces by the cavalry behind them.

The road is more than ten miles wide, so at most it can only accommodate two to three thousand cavalrymen. Many of them were shot in the face more than once. Who can bear it?

Seeing this, Hu Shouren raised his hand expressionlessly and said, "Reload the ammunition, aim at the face, and prepare to fire."

The four thousand musketeers deftly inserted the fire plugs back, opened the gun barrels, took out the shell casings, then opened the small iron box containing the bullets, took out the bullets, and stuffed them into the gun barrels.

There was a series of crisp sounds, proving that they had loaded the bullets.

Then they swiftly took out their fire starters, blew them up and waited.

Hu Shouren waved his hand downwards and said loudly, "Ignite, fire both barrels simultaneously."

This time it was even more brutal, because the front row of Northern Tartar cavalry was only about a hundred steps away from them. After a burst of gunfire, nearly two or three thousand Northern Tartar cavalry fell off their horses, covering their faces.

The Northern Tartar cavalry also began to draw their bows and arrows.

Soon, the sky was filled with black spots, as if it was raining heavily.

Wang Dalong, Chen Dacheng, and Lou Nan shouted in unison: "Shield!"

The three rows of soldiers in front immediately raised their iron shields diagonally above their heads.

After a burst of "ding ding dang dang" sounds, the Northern Tartar cavalry in the front row raised their spears and prepared to rush up and overturn the grain carts.

Chen Dacheng and Lou Nan saw this and immediately shouted, "Throw the spear!"

With a collective roar of "Ha", the sky suddenly became dark. More than 20,000 long spears covered the area densely, and no one knew how many of the Northern Tartar cavalrymen in the front were pierced like hedgehogs.

This was not over yet. At this time, dense gunfire was heard from the roof of the fourth row of cars.

A row of Northern Tartar cavalrymen fell down in the middle as if wheat was being cut.

At this time, the Northern Tartar cavalry behind them were so scared that they wanted to turn around and run away. However, they were only a few dozen steps away from the grain carts, and there were war horses running around on both sides, so they had no way to turn around.

They could only slow down slowly and rush to the grain cart to try and see if they could squeeze open a hole.

During this test, thousands of spears were thrust out from the grain carts in the front row. Those spears were really long, probably more than ten feet long. Their spears were only seven or eight feet long at most. The two or three thousand people near the grain carts in the front were thrust off their horses again.

The cavalrymen behind were so frightened that they huddled together.

They were turning around in a hurry when a burst of dense gunfire came from the fourth row of grain carts.

After a few rounds of gunfire, only a few thousand of the more than 30,000 Northern Tartar cavalry were left, and at this time they turned around.

They were just about to ride their horses and flee to the north when the Ming cavalry on both sides closed in on them like an iron clamp.

(End of this chapter)