Ming Dynasty entry: I am Chongzhen, the greatest emperor of all time!

Chapter 84 You, go and eat up the Qi family army!

If Zhu Youjian had known Dorgon's movements in advance, and brought the Qi Family Army and the Xuanjia Army, he might have been able to stop Dorgon in Tangshan.

After all, Jizhou and Tangshan are only a hundred miles apart.

But his time at night was really limited, and he had to wait until he found out Dorgon's movements.

The two sides were already two hundred miles apart and could not catch up at all.

Zhu Youjian had no choice but to lead his army to Xuanfu.

Along the way, reports from various places came one after another.

Four days passed in a flash.

Zhu Youjian only now understood the Qing Dynasty's movements.

Duoduo, with two white flags and more than 50,000 people, has arrived in Leling and will be able to drink water from the Yellow River tomorrow.

Dorgon, with two yellow flags and 40,000 elite troops, appeared seventy miles away from Handan City the day before yesterday.

If nothing unexpected happened, we should have passed Handan and arrived in Zhangde Prefecture by now.

The third Qing army, which had never appeared before, including the two red flags led by Daishan, and the eight banners of Mongolian and Han troops, also appeared.

Right near Zhangjiakou!
There is still no news about Zhang Shize's 25,000 cavalrymen who have penetrated deep into the heart of Chahar, but the border has not received any news about the collapse of the 3,000-camp or the collapse of Chahar soldiers.

Zhu Youjian felt that the two sides might not have yet engaged in a head-on confrontation.

At the same time, the Qing Dynasty also spread the word that the army entered the pass this time, firstly, to eliminate the bandits for the Ming court, and secondly, because Li Zicheng insulted Prince Rui, the reason they went to Shandong and Henan was to prepare food and fodder for the war.

This kind of talk is just for listening, but it has to be legitimate.

What really puzzled Zhu Youjian was the Qing Dynasty's logistics.

For three consecutive days, the Qing Dynasty sent no less than 60,000 shi of grain and fodder to Xifengkou, and Wang Erhu had asked for permission to get the grain many times.

But Zhu Youjian was worried that it was a trap, so he refused to allow it. However, after a careful investigation by Ye Bushou, he found that there was no one around except the 3,000 defenders at Xifengkou.

Zhu Youjian really didn't understand what Dorgon was going to do.

But this opportunity should not be wasted. Yesterday, I gave an order to Wang Erhu to take Xifengkou while ensuring that the Bordered Blue Banner would not move south.

He wanted to see what the Qing Dynasty was up to!

Early this morning, Zhu Youjian hurried and finally arrived in Xuanfu.

Daishan had arrived a day earlier and set up camp outside Zhangjiakou.

According to the investigation, the number of people may have reached about 200,000.

Among them, there are more than 100,000 soldiers and horses from the border tribes alone.

Inside the general's residence of Xuanfu Town.

Zhu Youjian's leather combat boots made a dull sound as they stepped on the blue brick floor.

Huang Degong followed three steps away, holding the map. The scales on his armor opened and closed slightly with his breathing, vividly concealing the feeling of not daring to breathe.

"Are there any dangerous places around Zhangjiakou?" Zhu Youjian suddenly turned his head and asked.

Huang Degong quickly pointed and said, "Your Majesty, please look. Zhangjiakou is located between two mountain ranges. The Yongding River flows through it. Except for the pass, it is surrounded by mountains."

Zhu Youjian nodded. "So, the Jiannu army won't take any other detours except going down through Zhangjiakou?"

He was really frightened by Dorgon's strategy of dividing the troops, fearing that Daishan would rush out from the side again as soon as he had deployed his troops.

Huang Degong then explained, "The beacon towers for the fifty miles from Zhangjiakou to Dushikou are all ready, and they are spread all over the place at night. Moreover, the Jiannu camp set up a large camp here yesterday, so it doesn't look like they want to escape."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Youjian extended his hand across the winding gap in the Great Wall on the map. "Where's Zhang Shize? Any news now?"

"There has been no news since the third day of this month."

Huang Degong's Adam's apple rolled. "But two days ago, some herdsmen said they saw a dragon flag in Angkunli, 200 miles away."

Angkunli is less than a hundred miles away from the Chahar headquarters, and the cavalry can reach it in one day, but Zhu Youjian estimated that Zhang Shize would encounter the Chahar tribe today.

After all, the troops always need to rest.

"How many troops are there in Xuanfu now?"

"The original garrison numbered 31,400 men." Huang Degong's personal guard immediately handed over the yellow register. "Adding the Imperial Guards, Qi Family Army, Black Armor Army, and Divine Machine Battalion, which Your Majesty has brought with him, the total is now approximately 43,000 men."

"Well, in that case, let's try Jiannu's water."

"Qi Yuan!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of clanging armor was heard outside the door.

Qi Yuan walked in through the curtains, his brows radiating confidence. "Your Majesty, the Qi army is fully equipped and ready to go out and explore the camp at any time."

When Zhu Youjian turned around, he swept the overturned case into the military newspaper.

"Then let's go. Remember, no matter whether you win or lose, don't linger in the fight."

"I will obey your orders!"

"Hushan, send a team of light cavalry to search north along the Tea Horse Road."

"Try to assist Zhang Shize's troops as soon as possible."

……

Twenty miles outside Zhangjiakou, the cowhide of the Eight Banners tent was rustling in the north wind.

Daishan stared at the Chahar tribe's former territory for a long time, looking at the sheepskin map. "It's been five days, and there's not even a goshawk to report." "Would the tribes be willing to make a trip for me?"

The old Khalkha taiji shook his head seriously, "According to the rules of the grassland, if you enter someone else's pasture without permission, it will be considered an invasion!"

"Rules?" Korchin Taiji slammed the wine table, and the kumis in the silver cup soaked the corner of his robe. "Did the descendants of Ligdan Khan ever talk about rules when they hid behind the Ming city walls?"

The young taiji of the Uriankhai tribe was somewhat disdainful, after all, they brought with them nine thousand archers.

"Three hundred warriors of our unit disappeared at Dushikou earlier this month, and not even a bone has been found yet."

"I asked the herdsmen nearby, and they said that at the end of last month, a large army of dragon riders passed through, at least 40,000 strong!"

"Everyone is well-equipped. Their unfurled banners could cover the sky. Their horses eat grass that can turn the most fertile grassland into barren land. They are heading towards the royal court and even looking for Chahar. It is unclear whether Chahar will even be there!"

After saying this, he stood up and pulled open the curtain of the big tent, pointing outside, "Listen to the sound of the wind! Who knows if it's the white-haired wind or the sound of the Ming army's horse hooves!"

"Hmph!" The Taiji of the Balin tribe was the oldest among the group and was quite respected on the grassland.

When he spoke, everyone else naturally stopped, and even Daishan had to give him some face.

"With the death of the old Khan, will Mongolia be disbanded?"

"Are Chahar the descendants of Changshengtian? Do we really have to watch them get swallowed up by the Ming army?!"

When everyone heard this, although they were disdainful in their hearts, no one dared to refute it.

A smile appeared on Daishan's lips.

Even though he now has an army of 200,000 under his command, apart from the two red flags that are combat-effective, there are only the Eight Banners of Mongolia composed of the Khorchin tribe.

The rest of the people were all in the same situation as the people in this tent, each with their own ulterior motives.

The Chahar tribe could only muster 15,000 cavalry at most, so he didn't need to worry about it.

As for the 40,000 Ming cavalry mentioned by Wuliangha Taiji, it may be true, but there definitely cannot be that many.

Otherwise, the emperor of the Southern Dynasty would have transferred them back long ago.

They have all eight banners!
Not to mention the tens of thousands of soldiers under the Southern Dynasty emperor, even if there were really 40,000 cavalry, they would not be able to stop it.

These people were simply afraid that they would encounter the Ming army and suffer greater losses than others.

But this opportunity to break up the Mongolian tribes is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!

How could Daishan give up?

Seeing that everyone was silent, Daishan cleared his throat.

He was also very old and was one of the eight princes of the Qing Dynasty. With two red flags in his hands, his words were almost always the same.

"Old Taiji's words make sense. The Chahar tribe is an ally of the Qing Dynasty. If we were not on guard against the Ming army, I would have sent troops there long ago."

"I know you are all afraid of encountering the Ming army and no one will provide you with supplies. After all, this is all your wealth, and I understand."

"But we have to search for the Chahars. If the Ming army massacres the Chahars and then supports a new tribe, will you still have a chance to survive? Even if not for the Qing, then for your own sake, you should go out and search."

No one in the tent spoke.

Daishan sneered in his heart, but his face looked extremely embarrassed, "You... Hey!"

"If Old Fourteen hadn't given me a death order to gather all the Mongolian tribes and fight the Ming army to the death, I wouldn't bother with you."

"You're just worried about the huge losses, aren't you? How about this? We'll all be incorporated into the Eight Banners of Mongolia. All the money, food, and troops will be provided by us. The Khorchin tribe, the banner master, will compensate you for any losses you suffer!"

Korchin Taiji was stunned, "Oh no..."

"Great! The Qing Empire is truly magnanimous! I am willing to go out into the grasslands to search for Chahar on behalf of Prince Li."

"And me! And me!"

Daishan almost couldn't hold it in. Have these guys who are herding horses on the grassland lost their brains?
Just as he was about to answer, a horn suddenly sounded outside the tent.

A Jiala Zhangjing from the Zhenghong Banner knocked over the charcoal brazier when he rushed in, but no one cared.

"Ming army! The Ming army is coming! They are carrying the Qi flag! They are forming a battle array five miles away!"

"how many people?"

"About 4,000 infantrymen."

Daishan stood up and looked at the map.

A dozen or so Mongolian leaders in the tent exchanged glances.

Daishan thought for a moment, then plunged his sword into the ground. "The Wuliangha tribe will send out 3,000 light cavalry to explore the way."

"Three thousand?" Wuliangha Taiji stood up suddenly, "The men of my tribe need to be kept for the spring hunt."

"Five thousand stones of salt." Daishan drew his golden knife, "plus three hundred rolls of silk from inside the pass."

"Not only the Wulingha tribe, but also the Balin and Aokhan tribes will each send 3,000 to defeat this Ming army!"

"Let the southerners feel the fighting power of the Mongolian men!"

He glanced at the various leaders in the tent and said, "Whoever kills a Ming soldier, I, the prince, will allow him to choose a slave craftsman from a household in Zunhua City."

"Those cowardly southerners can't stop you!"

"All losses will be borne by the Eight Banners of the Mongolian Empire!"

(End of this chapter)