Griffin Commander in the Late Ming Dynasty

If the development and governance of Mongolia relies entirely on Han soldiers, it will not only be unfavorable for management, but also extremely costly. We must start from the local level and let the Mongols manage themselves.

"Report! Your Majesty, Badali led the remnants of his army to escape to the northern desert!"

"Running to Mobei? So fast?" Several generals looked at each other. Since they started fighting, the enemies they encountered were more powerful than the other. It was like seeing a ghost.

Mobei has been regarded as a wild land by all dynasties. There are large areas of desert and Gobi there. It is described in the words of "Records of the Grand Historian": "The Chanyu fled far away and hid in the cold and bitter land of Mobei without water or grass..."

Emperor Wu of Han sent General Wei Qing to drive the Huns to the northern desert. Later, Huo Qubing went deep into the northern desert as far as Langjuxu Mountain (Kent Mountains in Mongolia), and left his name in history.

In the first year of Yongyuan in the Eastern Han Dynasty, Dou Xian and Geng Bing led their troops to fight against the Southern Xiongnu army at Zhuoxie Mountain and the Northern Chanyu at Jiluo Mountain (now Ebugen Mountain in Mongolia). The Northern Chanyu was defeated and fled. The Han army pursued him and captured and killed more than 13,000 people. More than 200,000 Northern Xiongnu surrendered. Dou Xian and Geng Bing climbed Mount Yanran (now Mount Hangai in Mongolia), carved a stone to commemorate their achievements and returned.

The reason why these famous generals are remembered through the ages is that they went deep into the desolate desert of Mobei and achieved great victories.

The leaders of the various Mongolian tribes in the tent argued endlessly about the subsequent military actions. Some proposed a pursuit, while others thought that they should proceed step by step. No one had a unified opinion on how to deal with the affairs of Mobei. After all, this place was adjacent to Mobei. If the newly born Great Yan could not deal with the three Khalkha Khans of Mobei, once they withdrew, the grasslands here would be handed over.

Finally, everyone turned their attention to 191, who had been silent for a long time. As the supreme commander of the Northern Expedition, Jiang Han gave her the supreme command. Although many military operations were discussed at the staff meeting, the general direction still depended on 191.

191 lowered his head and remained silent for a moment, then looked up and glanced at everyone, and slowly said: "We can't retreat now, we must continue to pursue Badali! Don't forget the purpose of our expedition, we must ensure that the Mobei grassland is completely incorporated into the scope of Da Yan, and this original right holder must be eliminated."

Translated, it means that the commander said he would kill their entire family, so not even a single one can escape.

The decision to continue the pursuit191 also had its own considerations. It was not entirely to implement Jiang Han's orders. On the one hand, it was to test the attitude of the Three Khans of Mobei towards themselves, and on the other hand, it was to test whether the Urad and other tribes could send troops to assist and whether they were sincere in surrendering.

Jiang Han attached great importance to this Northern Expedition. After the last request for assistance, he transported a large amount of supplies to the grassland in a continuous stream in order to deal with the threat from the Russians in the future. These Russians, who have not yet become the future red Soviet big brother, are now extremely bad, just like their symbol, the brown bear, greedy, cruel, and irritable.

As for the Mongols here, if there are those who pretend to obey but actually disobey, just kill them. A few heads don’t matter along the way!

Volume 437: Chapter Chapter : Chechnya

After the meeting, the leaders of the various Mongolian tribes returned to their homes, organized and gathered their troops to follow the volunteer army to visit the northern desert to teach the three Khans of Khalkha Mongolia and give them a warning.

Although they were one family five hundred years ago and all were descendants of Genghis Khan, the tribes have fought many times over the past few hundred years. For the sake of pastures and cattle and sheep, even their own fathers could pretend not to know each other, let alone relatives who were separated by more than ten generations.

After arranging the route to enter Mobei, Xu Da walked out of the tent and saw Wuzhitu waiting respectfully outside the tent.

This guy was originally the Zasak of the Left Rear Banner of Khorchin, and was the first Mongolian leader to surrender.

Seeing the generals of the Volunteer Army coming out, Wu Rituo hurriedly saluted respectfully and said with a flattering smile: "Dear generals..."

Xu Da nodded, smiled politely at the other party, looked at the lamb being roasted nearby, and said, "Your Excellency is too polite. Come over and sit down and eat with us."

"Hey, it's fine"

Wuzhito hurriedly followed with a smile. Through these days of getting along with each other, he had some understanding of these people in the Volunteer Army. Xu Da was one of the easiest to talk to. The commander, on the other hand, was very difficult to talk to. If he approached him to talk to him, he would only be turned down.

Xu Da sat on a tiger skin mat, rubbed his hands and approached the campfire to warm them: "We don't know much about the food on this grassland, so we need you to help introduce it to us, brother."

If you say that, he won't be sleepy anymore. Wu Rituo is fiddling with the roasted lamb seriously, as if he is showing off his roasting skills, and he is still muttering: "Ginseng can replenish qi, mutton can replenish the body, replenish yin deficiency, nourish the kidneys, warm the middle and dispel cold, warm and replenish qi and blood. If you want to live a long life, eat mutton often..."

While grilling, Wuzhito solemnly introduced the Mongolian specialty roasted whole lamb. Seeing that the topic was opened, Xu Da next to him began to talk about it.

"Wurito, you and your tribe have worked very hard these days, and everyone has seen it. Your achievements will definitely be remembered by everyone in Da Yan."

Hearing this, Wuzhituo was overjoyed. He stopped what he was doing, knelt on the ground and kowtowed vigorously, saying: "It is a blessing for me to meet His Majesty the Great Yan Emperor in eight lifetimes. I am willing to die for His Majesty the Great Yan Emperor and will never betray him!"

Xu Da hurriedly smiled and stopped him, "No need to do that. Now that you have joined our Great Yan, you are one of us. You admire our emperor. Have you ever heard of what the emperor once said? He started a rebellion so that people in the world no longer need to kneel for others. I share this with you, Mr. Wu Rito. You can use your true qualities to win everyone's respect. Besides, the title of slave is only used by the Manchu Tartars. We don't like it."

Wuzhitu was somewhat touched when he heard this, but he still replied: "Yes, yes, yes... You don't need to worry about Badali, the stray dog. He can't escape. The three Khans of Mobei definitely don't dare to take him in. I assert that he will not survive this year!"

Xu Da waved his hand and said, "Those are military matters. What I want to know more is what are your plans after this."

Wuzhito was stunned for a moment, then he immediately realized what the other party meant. The young Emperor of Dayan was a man of great talent and strategy, so he would naturally not let go of the land he had conquered. He probably wanted to rule Mongolia for a long time. What a big appetite!

After thinking for a moment, Wuzhituo said hurriedly: "I think that if we want to completely stabilize the Mongolian tribes and eliminate the troubles of the Golden Family in the future, the most important thing is the distribution of benefits. As long as there are sufficient pastures and cattle and sheep, what bullshit Golden Family..."

Xu Da listened patiently. The Mongolian old man's words were very straightforward and his logic was sound.

This also shows that Mongolians are very down-to-earth. They don't have those fancy excuses or words. If they say they will kill your whole family, then they will kill your whole family. The first pot of gold was purchased with zero yuan, and the tenth pot of gold was also purchased with zero yuan. If you have the strength, you are the boss.

The two of them ate and talked. After half an hour, Xu Da slowly sorted out the relationship between the dozens of Mongolian tribes, large and small, and dozens of other ethnic tribes in the north and south of the desert.

It's too complicated! There are all kinds of fights and revenges, which are much more complicated and exciting than those gangsters in the movies. Everyone is the protagonist, and you sing and I come on stage. The citizens of Gotham are considered gentle, respectful, frugal and modest. The folk customs are quite simple.

......

In the northern desert, by the Kerulen River, a group of Mongolian cavalrymen dressed like beggars were running desperately.

"Taiji, the Yan army's cavalry is chasing us!"

Badali's voice came from the front: "Why didn't you stop it? Don't you want to stop it?"

The soldier wanted to cry but had no tears: "Taiji, we can't stop them at all. I am the only one left in the hundred households!"

"Then you die too!"

Badali tilted his head, bent his bow and shot an arrow, killing this incompetent and noisy subordinate with one arrow.

People who are being chased and hacked are generally unwelcome. Badali, who had no one to help him, led the few hundred remaining subordinates and traveled through the vast grasslands and deserts, avoiding the iron-blooded pursuit by making their own movements.

Faced with Badali, who was more cunning than a rabbit, the volunteers became much more cautious in their subsequent pursuit because they had entered the territory of the Chechen Khan in the northern desert.

There were three forces in the Khalkha Mongols in the northern desert, namely Tushetu Khan, Zasaktu Khan and Chechen Khan, which controlled the vast land in the northern desert, connecting Hulunbuir grassland in the east, Junggar Khanate in the west, Lake Baikal in the north, and Mongolia in the south.

The three Khalkha tribes established contact with the Qing court through writings ten years ago and sent envoys to pay homage to the Qing court. However, they only submitted to the Qing Dynasty in name, contributing only one camel and eight horses each year. They still maintained their own administration and army and went their own way.

In order to prevent being raided and ambushed again, each battalion of the Volunteer Army dispatched scouts and scouts to explore the surroundings when advancing. When in doubt, they would first look at the map to find out the strengths and weaknesses of the left, right, front and back, and to know which road they could advance, which place they could fight, which place they could camp, which side had enemy soldiers, which place had food and grass, and so on.

The volunteers kept searching for Badali, but Badali adopted guerrilla tactics, changing positions frequently and playing hide-and-seek with the volunteers.

But, he felt that he was hiding very well. However, how could he hide better than the Iron Bloods who had opened the map?

Badali, who was escaping from behind and playing tricks on others, naively plunged into the encirclement of the volunteers.

Just like the old saying goes, every encounter in the world is a reunion after a long separation. When the Mongolian army hid for most of the day and finally saw a large group of Dayan cavalry, they were stunned.

The charge horn sounded, and the volunteers moved like thunder, with thousands of cavalry rushing towards the confused Mongolian army in front.

Badali was so frightened that he almost died of sudden death from high blood pressure. He hurriedly ran away, whipping his horse desperately.

The volunteers rushed into the enemy camp like a tiger descending from the mountain, madly hacking and killing the Mongolian soldiers who had already run to despair.

After two or three charges, the few hundred beggar soldiers left by Badali completely collapsed. They abandoned their weapons and armor and fled in all directions. Naturally, Badali took the lead in running away, and he was very efficient in escape. He slipped away for hundreds of miles in a single move, heading all the way north.

He thought that the Yan army would not dare to come to the north in the freezing cold, so he would be safe. However, he had just dismounted to urinate and had not even pulled up his pants when the Iron Blood Army, which was chasing him closely, arrived. Artillery shells and bullets swept in, killing many soldiers on the spot.

Badali ran away without saying a word, holding up his trousers. The Iron Bloods chased him relentlessly and kept chasing him.

After running all the way to the Onon River, Badali was exhausted and could not run anymore. He was eventually surrounded by the Iron Blood Group.

Badali looked at the huge circle of steel monsters that had no human form and did not need to rest. He turned his head to look at the Onon River covered with thick ice and sighed, "If I die here, I will bring shame to my ancestors."

After saying this, he slashed his neck with the scimitar in his hand and committed suicide in a quick and painful manner.

Badali, a descendant of the Golden Family, the eldest son of the previous Minister of the Khorchin Tribe and Tushetu Khan Oba, finally died quietly and peacefully.

"Why did this guy commit suicide? Was he imitating Xiang Yu? This was too sudden. Wasn't his wife alive?"

Several soldiers were very puzzled by his behavior. They asked, "I haven't done anything yet, why are you so upset?"

Zasaktuba of the Urat tribe stepped forward and said, "This is the Onon River, where the great Genghis Khan was born. Four hundred and forty years ago, the Mongolian nobles held a meeting here. The kings and ministers gave the ancestor of the Golden Family the title of "Genghis Khan" and established the Great Mongolian Empire!"

Everyone then understood that Badali was afraid of bringing shame to his ancestors, so he was chased to his ancestral land. Even if he ran away, he would be despised and would not be able to hold his head up for the rest of his life.

The Golden Family that fled to the northern part of the desert produced a powerful name called Dayan Khan. In order to treat them differently, he reformed the Golden Family to only allow his own descendants. From then on, the Golden Family was exclusively enjoyed by the direct descendants of the Khan's court of the Chahar tribe of Mongolia. According to this calculation, the one with the purest bloodline was Ligdan Khan who died on the beach of Qinghai.

Genghis Khan started his career from the Onon River, swept across the four directions, and even reached Europe, establishing the Mongol Empire that spanned the Eurasian continent. However, less than two hundred years later, his descendants were defeated and fled back to the Onon River.

Badali was not the first descendant of the Golden Family to be beaten on the banks of the Onon River. Ming Chengzu Zhu Di beat several of them during his five expeditions to the northern desert, and they lined up to be beaten by the river.

For example, the 22nd Khan of the Mongol Empire, Wanzhetug Khan, was beaten by Emperor Chengzu of the Ming Dynasty and was left with only seven cavalry guards, and he fled all the way to the Chagatai Khanate.

At this time, a horseman came running from afar. The scout in charge of investigating the enemy quickly dismounted and reported: "General, Chechen Khan led 20,000 troops to confront our vanguard army at Kent Mountain!"

"Kent Hill?"

Before 191 could react to where that place was, he heard Tuba exclaim in shock: "Oh my God, that's the sacred mountain of Mongolia, where Genghis Khan was buried! How could they start a war there?"

There has always been controversy among historians about the burial place of Genghis Khan. The main reason is that the royal family of the Yuan Dynasty implemented a secret burial system, and the burial site of the emperor's tomb was not marked, announced, or recorded.

For hundreds of years, archaeologists have not found the tomb of Genghis Khan, or even the tomb of any emperor of the Yuan Dynasty. It is said that the Mongolian emperors did not build imperial tombs, but were buried in the wild, using only a single wooden coffin to store their remains.

The so-called single-log coffin is made by cutting a section of a big tree, hollowing out the middle to make a coffin. After the single-log coffin is buried, the grave is backfilled with soil. When filling, the soil is filled in whole pieces, and the soil is put back in the same way it was dug up.

Even if some skilled tomb robbers calculated the scope of the burial site, they would not be able to detect any abnormality in the soil layer using a Luoyang shovel, let alone dig deeply and accurately.

Furthermore, the Mongolian soldiers escorting the single wooden coffin would kill everyone they met along the way to prevent them from leaking the secret, which further increased the difficulty of finding the burial place of the Mongolian emperor.

The view accepted by many people is that Genghis Khan was buried in the Qinian Valley of Kent Mountain. A deep pit was dug on the surface for secret burials, and then "tens of thousands of horses trampled the ground flat." Genghis Khan's father was buried there, and his last wish before his death was to be buried in Kent Mountain.

Regardless of whether Genghis Khan was buried there or not, the knowledge that Chechen Khan had sent troops should not be underestimated. With a long neigh of war horses, the army rushed out in a hurry and rushed to Kent Mountain.

Kent Mountain is located north of the Kherlen River and south of the Onon River. It was called Burhan Mountain during the time of Genghis Khan. It is the birthplace of the Mongol Empire and is known as the Holy Mountain of Mongolia.

Thousands of cavalrymen galloped, and the troops of the Chechen Khanate gathered one after another, forcing their way to the foot of Kent Mountain (east of Ulaanbaatar, the later capital of Mongolia). Most of them were holding traditional Mongolian bows and arrows, some were holding Hui bows and arrows, and some were holding Russian muskets.

The leader was nearly fifty years old, with a dark face, wearing a white rat fur coat and holding an Almas axe. He was the Chechen Khan Shuolei.

Looking at the Great Yan army camping in the distance, Shuolei waved the axe in his hand and said hatefully: "You dare to go deep into Mobei and act so presumptuously in front of my tribe's holy mountain? I will turn all of you into snowmen!"

As soon as Shuolei shouted, a group of Mongolian cavalry rushed towards the volunteers' formation, howling, and used the old tactics to force the volunteers to come out to fight and lure them into a trap.

Upon learning that the Mongolia south of the desert was swept by the Great Yan army and several khans were chased to death like dogs, Shuolei was still a little scared. He really couldn't figure out what the Great Yan army, whom he had never heard of, was trying to do.

The main reason he led the troops out this time was to see what the much-vaunted Great Yan army was really like, and then decide on the policy toward Yan after testing it out.

I fell asleep yesterday, so I'll make up for that chapter today @q@q@群衣六8二一7⑦①榴

Volume 438: Chapter Chapter : Recapture

Amid the sound of trumpets and the chaotic sound of horse hooves, the volunteers who were chasing the vanguard gathered in front of the camp and quickly formed a fence, preparing to join forces with the Iron Blood Forces to launch an active charge at the Mongolian army that was slowly moving towards this side.

The volunteers with the iron-blooded troops by their side are like Jerry who comes to visit their home. They are so confident that no matter how many people you have, I dare to fight you.

The Chechen Khan and his men were stunned to see that the enemy's small cavalry not only did not run away when they saw their large army, but also actively moved forward.

Chechen Khan Shuolei was a little bit unconvinced and said, "They actually took the initiative to attack? When did these Han people become so straightforward?"

A Mongolian general flattered his horse and said, "Great Khan, I think these people are surrendering on their own initiative."

The Chechen Khan said, "Are you blind? How can you surrender in such a way? Did you surrender with a knife in hand?"

"Great Khan, shall we continue the fight?"

Chechen Khan stroked his foot-long beard and said uncomfortably, "Of course we have to fight. Do you think I am frightened?"

"The Khan is brave!"

Chechen Khan looked at the formations of the Great Yan Army again, and finally gave the order after some hesitation: "Pass the order, the two wings will encircle and disrupt the enemy formation, and the main force of the central army will move forward two miles and prepare for battle!"

The army had just been mobilized when a long-mouthed general pointed to the distance and shouted: "Khan, a large group of cavalry appeared on the right wing..."

Chechen Khan was startled and looked in the direction of the sound, only to see a black line appear in the distance. The black line gradually turned into a black shadow and became bigger and bigger.

In just a moment, a huge group of people and horses came roaring in, and an endless stream of cavalry appeared in everyone's sight.

This cavalry unit had bright armor and a strict formation. It was as dark and overwhelming as a torrent that could break through everything. The torrent was getting faster and wider, seemingly boundless, and it brought with it a murderous aura.

While the Chechen Khan was hesitating, several black objects rose into the air from the volunteer army's formation and fell near the Chechen troops with a violent whistling sound. The violent explosion lifted up a large piece of grass, scaring the horses in the front row on the spot. There was a panic in the army formation. Looking at the huge crater, many people had a bad feeling in their hearts, Simata!

After not seeing them for a few years, how did the Han army become so strong? How could they pull the artillery to the northern desert? How did they pull it here? The grassland in the southern desert is not a flat land. If the artillery is pulled here, it will have no mobility and will be killed by the slippery land.

But the other side just took it out.

Chechen Khan's face twisted and changed, he was ashamed and afraid, he didn't know how to end it. Everyone was playing a cavalry duel, what did you mean by pulling out a cannon, what's the point of this?

Here, the general of the Volunteer Army led his troops to the front of the battlefield. Xu Da pointed to the Kent Mountain in front and said, "Brothers, do you see that mountain?"

Thousands of soldiers looked in the direction of his finger and nodded in unison.

Xu Da smiled and said, "That is Langjuxu Mountain! Back then, the great general Huo Qubing of the Western Han Dynasty went deep into the northern desert to annihilate the main force of the Xiongnu. He finally climbed up Langjuxu Mountain and built an altar to offer sacrifices to the heavens to announce his success. Later, it was said that it was sealed at Langjuxu Mountain. It was here!"

"Is this Langjuxu Mountain?"

"Have we gotten this far?"

"......"

The soldiers of the Volunteer Army were talking about it, and everyone had a strange look on their face. After receiving the education of the Volunteer Army, every soldier knew about the story of Wei Qing and Huo Qubing, and they were yearning for them.

Huo Qubing of the Han Dynasty led his army north for more than 2,000 miles, crossed the Lihou Mountain, crossed the Gonglu River, and engaged in a battle with the Xiongnu Zuoxian King. He annihilated more than 70,000 enemies and captured three Xiongnu leaders including Tuntou King and Han King, as well as 83 generals, prime ministers, doormen, and captains. He took advantage of the victory to pursue the Xiongnu to the Langjuxu Mountain, held a ceremony to offer sacrifices to the sky on the Langjuxu Mountain, and a ceremony to offer sacrifices to the earth on the Guyan Mountain. His troops pushed their troops all the way to the Hanhai. Everyone in later Han Dynasty knew about this.

The emotions of the soldiers were aroused, and everyone was very excited. The Wolf Mountain was right in front of us. I had to consider whether this was the only chance in my lifetime. It was our duty to restore the glory of the Han Dynasty!

Just when everyone was gearing up to start striving to achieve the goal of Fenglangjuxu, to destroy the Chechen Khanate and seize the throne, they heard someone shouting for a meeting.