Griffin Commander in the Late Ming Dynasty

The noisy battle lasted for half a day. The densely packed volunteers filled the hills and surrounded the herdsmen who had not yet had time to flee.

Despite the excitement, they looked tired, with blood all over their bodies, both from the enemy and their own. The horses under their crotch were panting and snorting.

Since the conquest of Mongolia, we have been toyed with and played around by the Mongolian Tartars, and we have been feeling humiliated. But in today's battle, we will get everything back!

In this battle, over ten thousand enemies were killed. Except for the two rabbits, Badali and Lai Mubu, who escaped with their remnants, the rest of the Zasaks of various Mongolian tribes hardly escaped. They were either killed or surrendered.

Faced with the iron-blooded army pursuing them from outside, the Mongolian soldiers found it extremely difficult to escape. Even though their war horses were panting and foaming at the mouth with exhaustion, they could not shake off the steel monsters behind them that were like maggots on their tarsus, and were soon knocked to the ground by the enemy's firearms.

Xu Da reported: "General, except for the emperor's direct heavenly troops chasing Badali, the rest of the troops have returned to their camps."

191 nodded and said, "Set up camp here to rest, clean up the battlefield, and treat the injured soldiers as soon as possible. Don't hesitate to use the captured cattle and sheep to make soup and distribute it to the soldiers. They have worked hard along the way, and it's time for them to have a good meal."

That evening, as night fell, a battlefield clearing statistics document was placed on the table in tent 191.

A total of 13,000 Mongolian Tartars were killed in this battle, most of whom were young and strong herdsmen who were temporarily gathered together. They lacked experience in facing large battles and could not even withstand a charge of the volunteers. They were scared out of their wits.

The seized property from the Mongolian tribes was quite a lot. In addition to cattle, sheep, tents, food and supplies, there were also large quantities of smoked meat, bacon, mushrooms, wild vegetables, fresh fish, salted fish, etc. for the winter, enough to feed the army for another month or two.

The most important thing is the horses, which can become excellent war horses with a little training, greatly enhancing the strength of the volunteer cavalry.

However, seeing the casualties of the Volunteer Army, 191 frowned. The casualties caused by this training operation against the Volunteer Army Cavalry were also not small. There were more than cavalrymen killed and more than seriously injured.

Most of them were caused by horses being injured when colliding with the enemy, the knights being thrown off the horses, causing inevitable losses, and some were shot by arrows.

The Volunteer Army had already formed a series of detailed rules and regulations to accommodate the remains of soldiers and treat seriously injured soldiers, all of which provided generous compensation.

Just looking at the series of numbers on the paper, even 191 made me feel a little touched. You know, every volunteer soldier has gone through layers of selection and is a good man with correct thoughts. If the iron-blooded troops were used as the main attack, they should not have died here. However, if an army wants to grow, this is a necessary step.

At this moment, 191 reported it to Jiang Han. After hearing the report, Jiang Han decided to raise the status of these fallen soldiers again. These people are all heroes of Da Yan. All the people of Da Yan and even future generations should remember them! Those soldiers who sacrificed their lives for Da Yan, including all the heroes who contributed to China!

That night, bonfires were lit everywhere in the military camp, and a group of Mongolian women who were good at singing and dancing danced together.

The remaining herdsmen skinned and chopped the meat of the dead and wounded Mongolian war horses, and provided the healthy cattle and sheep to the celebrating volunteer camps. The old, weak and children were taken to the other side to recuperate, as the volunteers were not willing to do anything to make things difficult for these people.

There were bursts of laughter and joy coming from the camp. The soldiers were venting their frustrations of the past few days in front of the campfire. Now the clouds have finally cleared and the moon is visible.

An old Tartar with pigtails was dragged into the tent of 191.

The old Tartar was in his forties and still quite handsome. He was the Zasak of the Khorchin tribe and the elder brother of Concubine Zhuang Bumbutai, Wu Keshan.

Wu Keshan rolled and crawled to 191, trying to hug 191's thighs and kiss her boots.

He pleaded in broken Chinese: "Great General Dayan, we, the Khorchin tribe, are willing to submit to Dayan forever and be your obedient servants. We will never dare to betray you. Please, General, please spare us humble servants!"

191 raised her foot and kicked him aside. She shook the hem of her robe with disgust and wiped her boots carefully. Even though she didn't touch him, she felt a little disgusted. Then she said, "Are you Wu Keshan? Bumbutai's brother?"

Although he didn't know why the general of Dayan asked this, he thought it was because his sister was so beautiful and famous that she aroused the "sexual interest" of the general of Dayan.

He immediately said, "Yes, yes, yes! I am Bumbutai's brother. If the general likes, I can write a letter and ask Yu'er to go to Dayan!"

191 sighed, thinking to himself, these bastards are really crazy about being intimate. Can't they tell that I'm a woman? What do I need her for? Do they have a strong taste? Is the Commander not interested anymore?

Seeing that the other party showed displeasure, he knew that his taste was different from that of Dorgon and other Qing royal family members, and that she sounded a bit like a woman, and didn't seem to be a good match, so he said: "Yu'er has a daughter named Yatu Gege, who is still young and beautiful, but has not yet married. You can present her to His Majesty the Emperor..."

"If you are still not satisfied, I have a daughter named Mengguqing who can be presented to His Majesty the Emperor. However, my daughter is only ten years old. If His Majesty the Emperor does not mind..."

Wu Keshan lowered his posture, kowtowed like a winter melon, and expressed his loyalty with tears and snot. He was both a slave and a daughter-in-law. The scene was quite touching. It was so sad that anyone who heard it would cry.

Wow, the future empress of the young Emperor Shunzhi has been chosen!

Hearing this, 191 put his hand on his forehead, waved at him, and said, "Wu Keshan, come here!"

Wu Keshan moved his fat body, rolled and crawled, and lay down at 191's feet again. He was a little excited. It seemed that this thing was going to work. At least he could become the uncle of the emperor in Da Yan...

191 bent down slightly and said calmly: "You old pervert, you actually dared to send a woman to the commander. It seems that I can't keep you."

Before he finished speaking, 191 pulled out the dagger from his waist and stabbed it into the back of Wu Keshan's neck.

In an instant, blood gushed out like a fountain, and Wu Keshan's fat body fell down limply.

191 kicked him away and said coldly: "Kill all the captured leaders as long as they are officials!"

"I obey your order!" Xu Da immediately went to resolve the issue with a battalion of dragon cavalry.

There were almost no young and strong men left among the captured tribes. Some of them died in battle or fled for their lives, leaving their wives and children behind. Some of them formed groups and followed Badali to continue running northward.

This place will be the land of Dayan in the future. What is the point of keeping these Zasak princes from the Tatar Qing Dynasty?

The Khorchin tribe is weak at the root, they are the die-hards of the Qing Dynasty, how can the Volunteer Army be polite to a guy like Wu Keshan? Do you think you are so great just because you have a few beautiful relatives? Look how spoiled he is by the Qing Dynasty! You dare to send women to the commander? I think you are tired of living! I don’t have enough to rob now, what kind of background are you?

Along the Taoer River, the mountains and rivers are beautiful, and the morning sun slowly rises.

The burial ceremony for the fallen soldiers of the Volunteer Army was held here. With the sound of low trumpets and drums, all the fallen soldiers were buried collectively according to military orders and buried in this land surrounded by mountains and rivers.

A few days later, all the volunteers were wearing winter clothes, which were warm clothes made of Mongolian fur and other materials.

Even in spring, the climate on the grassland is still extremely cold. The cold armor can easily make soldiers catch cold. Medicines are in short supply now, and it will take at least half a month for Dayan's logistics to arrive.

On February 15, the army continued to advance northward and completely took over the land of Jirim League.

Hundreds of miles west of the Jirim League is the Khalkha Mongols in the northern desert. If we win the battle and drive out the Khorchin tribes and then return home, wouldn't that be giving the land to the Mongols in the northern desert for nothing?

After walking for more than 500 miles, the volunteers did not encounter any resistance or harassment from the Mongolian cavalry. It seemed as if the Mongols on the grassland had disappeared out of thin air.

All the tribes that the army passed through were emptied out, with only some remaining corpses and ashes.

After traveling for ten days, they finally encountered a group of hundreds of Mongolian cavalrymen. As soon as they saw the dragon flag, they all ran away.

191 knew that this must be the work of the Iron Blood Force. When I gave them the order before, I only told them to chase and kill all the fleeing Mongols. Now that they saw there were Mongols nearby, the Iron Blood Force got excited. Are you a Mongols too? Then we have to chase and kill them too!

The Iron Blood Sect came chasing from the battlefield with great momentum, sweeping from beginning to end with their miniature machine guns. Relying on the vision of scouts in the sky, they cleared out the nests of several tribes of the Jirim League along the way. They swept them so thoroughly that even the dogs in the tents were pulled out and given two bullets.

While good news was coming in from Mongolia, the humanoids also began to travel to various places to preside over large-scale public trials. They were the external spokespersons for Emperor Jiang Han, and if someone looked down on them because of their gender, that would be a lot of fun. Letting the humanoids preside over the trials could also endorse equal pay for equal work for men and women in Dayan and set an example for the people.

At this moment, on the streets of Beijing, 45 and AK12 were watching the staff setting up the public trial venue. During the process, 45's eyes frequently looked at AK12.

After a few days of enjoying themselves so much that they didn't want to leave, Jiang Han cruelly separated the three happy people. He pulled 45 away from her two sisters and told her to do something serious, otherwise she would faint several times a day and Jiang Han was afraid that she would have a mental breakdown.

"I say, during the few days I was away, have you and the Commander been playing so hard? Enough, this is a serious occasion."

"?" AK12 looked puzzled: "What do you mean?"

Seeing that she was still playing dumb, 45 didn't indulge her and pointed out directly: "No, what's that thing down there? It's not good to be in public trial with sex toys stuffed in it, right? You still want to quibble? The wires are exposed!"

AK12 looked down and said, "This is not that, this is a headset."

"Still being stubborn! Whose headphones are placed in that place? Do you think I'm stupid? Let me tell you..." Before 45 could finish her words, she saw AK12 lower her head and pull out two earphones from under her skirt, which were still playing Russian songs.

"Fuck, it really is a headset..." 45 was stunned for a moment, then quickly reacted and looked at AK12 in horror: "You're using the reproductive module to listen to music!?"

I always feel that after Yang Kang, I have become even lazier. I can't get motivated to do anything. Am I the only one who feels this way?

Volume 436: Chapter Chapter : Pursuit and Governance

Prince Badali of Tushetu ran very hard, covering more than 800 miles. Every time he robbed some tribes and withdrew, he would hear the roar of the iron-blooded troops behind him, as if they had been arranged.

The life-threatening roar was like the cry of an evil ghost demanding its life. No animal could make that kind of sound. All the Mongolian cavalrymen suffered a huge psychological trauma from the roar of the Iron Blood Gate.

In order to reach Kulunmolian (Hulun Lake) outside the Jirim League, Badali had already sacrificed the lives of thousands of Mongolian warriors, and the horses under him had all lost their fat.

Badali had the blood of the Golden Family flowing in his veins, and it was hard for him to accept such a tragic outcome. Looking at the fierce ghost behind him, he opened his mouth again and issued an order.

"Shoot! Stop them!"

Before the order to fire could be given, Badali heard a series of explosions in his ears.

As the Mongolian cavalry put arrows on their bows and let go, countless bullets flew over. The Mongolian cavalry who were following behind and shooting arrows to cover them had not even had time to draw their bows to the full before they were shot and fell to the ground. The horses under them just kept running forward, ignoring their masters who had already fallen to the ground. After all, not only have you cavalrymen seen this noise, my horse has never seen it before!

On the vast grassland, the Iron Bloods chased for a full fifty miles before they rested and waited for follow-up troops, and took over and managed some cattle and sheep that Badali had just robbed.

Somewhere on the grassland, Badali was crying sadly. He was defeated in such a humiliating way. After gathering the remaining soldiers, there were only a thousand of his men left, and all of them were injured. Those monsters didn't even give him a chance to fight head-on.

The eyes of all the Mongolian cavalry were filled with anger and despair. Their women, children and property were all by the lake, and they were probably already the spoils of war of the Great Yan people.

All the property looted along the way was snatched away by the Han people. It's like delivering express under Big Ben, with the goods placed upstairs and mailed downstairs. How can we live like this?

The remaining Mongolian soldiers gathered together and had a fierce argument. Of course, the content of their argument was not how to deploy troops to resist, but where to run.

Some people suggested joining the Urat tribe and borrowing soldiers from them to recover their property and women.

"Urad is a branch of our Khorchin tribe. We are of the same clan and origin. I think they will help us!"

"Speaking of the same origin, it would be better for us to go to Mobei and seek refuge with Chechen Khan or Tushetu Khan. The Urat tribe has been frightened by those big flame monsters..."

In the end, everyone focused their attention on Badali, wondering what this Taiji was thinking.

Although Badali has lofty ambitions and is unwilling to be lonely, he has some self-knowledge. The Great Yan army looks like they will never give up. They have chased him for so long, they are definitely not here for sightseeing, they are really going to risk their lives! What should he do?

The two of them glanced at the thousand remaining soldiers under their command. No matter how confident they were, they would not believe that they could defeat the wolf-like and ferocious Flame Cavalry with these weapons. What's more, there were monsters that were obviously not from the mortal world. No one could withstand them!

The suggestion to go to the Khalkha Mongols in the northern desert was quickly overturned by Badali. He initially also wanted to go to the Chechen Khan and Tushetu Khan of the Khalkha Mongols. However, after sending the letter for help for nearly half a month, there was no news from the other side.

He was almost at the gate of the Chechen Khan tribe in Mobei, but they didn't say anything. It was obvious that they just wanted to watch the show and didn't want to take the initiative to provoke the Yan Kingdom.

Moreover, the three tribes in the northern part of the Khalkha Desert have been seeking to annex the declining small tribes. They are like jackals on the grassland. If I catch up with them, how can I know that these treacherous villains will not take advantage of the situation and rob me? I am afraid that by then, there will be no bones left.

Badali was in a state of confusion. He was completely at a loss in the face of such a chaotic situation. Without the protection of the Qing Dynasty, he felt like he had lost his backbone, like a stray dog ​​wandering around.

Seeing his subordinates arguing more and more fiercely, Badali said: "Stop talking. True friends will take the initiative to help us when we are in the most difficult time. It is getting late. Let's take a rest and conserve our energy to continue to fight with the damn Yan army..."

At night, Badali, who was half asleep, suddenly felt something cold on his face. He reached out to touch it and found it was cold snowflakes. A burst of ecstasy suddenly filled his heart.

"It's snowing! It's snowing!"

In the dark camp, some Mongolian soldiers were also shouting excitedly. The grassland climate is dry and it rarely snows. A snowfall means that the climate will be windy and snowy for at least half a month in the future. Snow means that the Yan army can no longer continue the attack!

However, this excitement only lasted for a moment before it suddenly sank, just like a group of eunuchs who entered a brothel and found that they had nothing. The minotaur was glad that his girlfriend would not be such a nympho, but suddenly realized that he did not have a girlfriend at all, and was left with only bitterness...

The snow came too late. At this moment, they had lost everything. Women, children, livestock and all their belongings had become the spoils of the Han people.

The temperature on the grassland dropped suddenly at night, and the snowflakes fell heavier and heavier. This heavy snow was like a cold rain, chilling the hearts of all the remaining Mongolian soldiers.

It turns out that I have nothing but coldness...

During the Northern Expedition of the Volunteer Army, they also had to consider how to govern the local area. If they only cut down trees without governing, it would be like slapping cockroaches with a slipper. Soon there would be a lot of them at home again. Since they had to govern, they must consider where a stable provincial capital should be located. In the end, many people were optimistic about the area near Hulunbuir Prairie.

It is close to the Nenjiang River and Heilongjiang River in the east, borders Russia in the north and northwest, and borders Mongolia in the west and southwest. Its geographical location is very important.

As early as two thousand years ago, the Xiongnu conquered the Donghu and unified the northern grasslands. The Hulunbuir area belonged to the jurisdiction of Zuoxian Wangting, one of their three territories.

When Genghis Khan unified the Mongolian grasslands, he fought several major and decisive battles here, eliminated his political enemies, broke the long-standing balance of power among several large tribes, and finally unified the Mongolian Plateau.

What’s important is that the environment here is very good and the scenery is magnificent, making it a great place to live.

Hulunbuir grassland is vast, with more than 3,000 crisscrossing rivers and more than 500 lakes, extending all the way to the Greater Khingan Range with its surging pine waves. It can be said to be the best natural pasture in the world, with a total area of ​​150 million mu, of which 80% is usable grassland. It is the main birthplace of many nomadic peoples in the north.

At this time, several generals of the Volunteer Army were wandering around the shore of Hulun Lake, with E'rihe Taiji Tuba of the Urad tribe serving as their guide.

The Urad tribe is one of the Mongolian tribes. They are the direct descendants of Burhai, the 15th generation grandson of Habtu Hasar, the younger brother of Genghis Khan, the founder of the Yuan Dynasty. Ten years ago, Tuba led his nephew Seleng and his people to surrender to the Later Jin Dynasty. The Urad tribe was forced to move to Hubtunaiman Chagan and Tumen Uliji areas on the Hulunbuir grassland.

A few years ago, the Urad tribe followed the Qing army to attack Yangzhou, where they encountered the military's mecha units and suffered heavy losses. Even the most capable nephew Seleng died miserably, and Seleng is now known as Seleng sauce.

Recently, when the flag of Dayan representing Jiang Han appeared on the prairie, Tuba led his troops to kneel down to greet it without saying a word, and even patted his chest to send troops to assist Dayan in sweeping the prairie.

This dog of Dian Yan is so cool!

Tuba is fifty years old this year. His body is full of the traditional Mongolian solidity and strength, but his face is full of masculinity at this moment.

After being severely beaten, Tuba was full of awe for Jiang Han and placed the future of the Urad tribe on the shoulders of the Great Yan Emperor.

Following the 191 generals, Tuba smiled and bowed, pointing to the vast grassland, and said: "My great general, if our emperor needs it, this grassland, the mountains, land and rivers here will all belong to him."

Tuba's attitude was so respectful, and he flattered him in every possible way, even more attentively than he flattered his own father. This opened the eyes of the generals. It turned out that these Mongolians were so good at flattering! It seems that the saying that they were all honest people was not necessarily reliable.

On the Hulunbuir grassland, in addition to the Urad tribe, some Mongolian tribal leaders also came to meet the emperor on their own initiative.

Among them is the Barhu tribe, which has a long history and is the oldest among the Mongolians. The tribe originally lived in the Barguzin River area east of Lake Baikal, where they engaged in nomadic activities and fishing and hunting.

Historically, the Balkh Mongols were a disadvantaged tribe that had been gathering and dispersing in the cracks of history. Some of them migrated here from the Buryats living around the Small Sea (Lake Baikal).

In the 11th year of Chongzhen, the Russians established the Yakutsk Governor's Office. The Cossacks conquered a large area around the Lena River and built Irkutsk to the west of Lake Baikal. They occupied pastures on all sides of the lake, built forts, and had fierce conflicts with the Buryat Mongolian tribes grazing east of Lake Baikal.

The fighting was difficult to determine from the fourth year of Chongzhen. After about ten years of war, the Buryats were completely subdued and surrendered to Russia. Some Buryats moved southward into the Khalkha Mongolian territory in the northern desert, and some came to the Hulunbuir area.

These people had a relatively good understanding of the situation in Russia, which aroused the interest of many volunteer army generals, because they knew that they would inevitably have to confront these evil spirits in the future. The earlier they knew the enemy's intelligence, the more chances they would have of winning. War was all about intelligence and logistics.

In the temporarily built luxurious imperial tent, the staff officers asked the leader of the Balhu tribe about the situation in Xiaohai (Lake Baikal). The leader of the Balhu tribe immediately told them about the hateful Rakshasa ghosts, how arrogant and terrible they were.

After listening to these old men chattering for a long time and after comprehensive consideration, several staff officers decided to set up a military outpost here to monitor the situation in the north and serve as a transit point for future trips to Siberia.

Hulunbuir grassland has four distinct seasons and a temperate continental climate. It belongs to the semi-arid zone with an average temperature of around zero degrees. The overall climate characteristics are cold and dry in winter and hot and rainy in summer. Of course, in current years, the average temperature is only around minus five degrees.

The annual and seasonal temperature differences are large, but spring wheat and a small amount of vegetables can be grown, and sweet potatoes can also be planted. As for potatoes, after Jiang Han's experiments, it was decided to carry out more variety improvement.

In the imperial camp, the political commissars of the volunteer army were discussing with the elders how to arrange their people, how to allocate pasture, and how to recruit manpower.