stubborn thief

Chapter 301

On the snow mountain, Guyang Batuer, who was wearing a thick fur robe, danced lightly on the snow, raised his hand to rub his chapped face, twitched his reddened nose, and snorted involuntarily. It was so cold that he couldn't stop shivering.

The thick Mongolian riding boots bounced and stepped on the snow, making creaking noises. Gu Yang looked across the Yellow River, and on the hillside were the bluffing Han soldiers under the marshal.

Seeing the little lights of fire on the snow mountain on the other side of the river, Gu Yang sneered in his heart mockingly, those guys knew how to love the horse, and hid themselves on the mountain, lest others would not see them.

Gu Yang sneered, but sprayed a snot bubble from his nostrils, quickly blew it with his thumb and forefinger, and rubbed his hands on the snow-covered stones: "Let's go, it's too cold, they don't have reinforcements, so they dare not call, Without the three-eyed gun, it’s nothing.”

They tried to catch Tangqi, and suffered a lot. Now they simply camped at two mountain passes in Hebei. The climate here is too cold to bear.

The shepherds standing guard on the snow-capped mountain hurried down the mountain one by one as if they had been pardoned, chatting while walking and wanting to roast the head sheep.

Gu Yang and the monk wearing a black hat and a red crown around him fell behind, and couldn't help laughing when they heard the words of the disciples: "Roast a lamb, hey!"

Since they were expelled from the Tula River by the Khalkha nobles, they have been living a hard life with Chuoke Tutaiji.

It had been five or six years since he had heard such relaxed, refreshing, and extravagant words from his followers.

In the past, when it came to food, the most common question was not what to eat tomorrow, but whether or not to eat tomorrow.

Guyang Batuer led a group of shepherds trembling down the mountain, and suddenly turned to the monk and asked, "Master, we sent troops after the end of winter, right?"

The black-hat monk was also so cold that he folded his arms and stomped his feet. He was stunned when he heard the words, and then nodded and said, "Yes, Batu'er was dizzy from the cold, didn't he? Pass through the border of Gansu, enter Subei from Yumen, and pass through the Gobi Desert. , raised horses in the oasis of Chuandan throughout the spring, and raided the territory of Prime Minister Doro Huo Luo Chi in the early summer."

Duo Luo Huo Luo Chi Prime Minister, this is an old and playful title, which suddenly drags Gu Yang Batuer into the memories of 16 years ago.

At that time, Chuoke Tutaiji was still very young, about 38 years old, and was born in the most powerful noble family in Khalkha.

The name of the uncle is Abadai, and the name of the third uncle is Tumonken. His father is the military nobleman He Shuoqibakalai, and his mother is the daughter of Ongniut Burke. .

But Chuoke Tutaiji didn't do anything serious until he was 38 years old. He and his mother spent 17 years building six temples on the Mobei grassland.

However, there were indeed few people on the grasslands doing serious business back then, and the biggest business was building temples.

Whether you listen to the words of Daming Khan or the local barbarians, it is of no use to life, and you can't get a few iron pots if you work hard to sell your head and fight wars, but the monk Suonan who lives in Tumote transports tens of thousands of livestock to Guihua But if you don't play tricks with others, you can really make people sweat.

The Prime Minister Huo Luochi was Al Da Khan's prime minister at that time.

At that time, there was no one around Chuoke Tutaiji, and there were only two young people who followed him every day, one was the waiter Daiqing, and the other was Batuer Guyang.

Gu Yang came back to his senses, in the 460th year of Genghis Khan, his memory of hunting with Taiji in Mount Hang'ai seemed to be just yesterday, but in a blink of an eye he arrived at a place colder than his mother Hang'ai Mountain.

This made him swear, and he turned to the monk and asked, "It took us half a year to beat Guru?"

The monk shook his head: "Less than a month."

"Then tell me, how did I walk out of the winter desert, and it took me another month to go from spring to winter?"

This place is so strange. It is said that the further south you go, the warmer it gets. The Han people are especially warm, but they keep going south, and the colder they go.

They were ready to deal with the army of the Marshal's Mansion, but they didn't expect that it would be so cold when they walked out of Golmud. The season was clearly summer, but the morning and night were not much warmer than the winter outside Gansu.

The monk didn't care, and shook his head calmly: "Lhazun fled, and Prime Minister Doro Huoluochi's territory has become Chuoketu Taiji's territory. Before long, Taiji will become Khan, and Batuer will become Nayan. Even ponies would be honored by it."

"Prime Minister's fart, that Yan's fart, sweat... It's good for Taiji to become sweaty."

Gu Yang cursed a few times, then realized that he had said something wrong, turned his head and smiled at the monk, "Master, please don't tell Taiji, otherwise he should teach me to respect the Great Khan again."

Shaking his head helplessly, Gu Yang led the monks down the mountain and rode towards the tent camp at the mountain pass.

Not long after they entered the camp, by the bonfire at the sentry post on the other side of the river, Liu Chengzong, who was biting his teeth from the cold, put away his binoculars and cursed with a smile: "Damn, I don't believe that this tartar is more frost-resistant than me, they Get into the tents to keep warm and eat, let Dai Daozi wave the flag, and Zou Feng cross the river!"

The summer evening here is slightly warmer than the winter in Dajianlu. It is indeed very cold, but for Liu Shizi who came from the south, as long as he does not go to the top of the mountain for a long time, it is not a big problem.

It’s colder here than in Furnace City, but compared to the most difficult road from Xikang’s official road, Yushu, to the north and south of the Yellow River, the environment is getting better for them when they reach the source of the Yellow River...and they have to cross the Yellow River. The weather will be warmer and the roads will be easier to walk.

The first to set off were the vanguard Zou Feng and his father-in-law's mengzi fan.

More than 200 people threw cowhide rafts to cross the river on the east side of the source. This ancient handicraft from Ningxia is solid and reliable, but it makes people feel a little bit distressed by the leather.

The batch of Zou Feng's leather rafts was made in a hurry, they were not dried and oiled, and they would be rotten after a few times of use, not as durable as the batch of rafts made by Liu Chengzong.

This group of people crossed the river very smoothly. They had few people and not many heavy equipment, and the Mongolian equipment they wore was the best protective color. Even if they were far away, they would not worry about being discovered by the enemy.

Then Huang Shengxiao and Gao Yingdeng led [-] artillery and [-] cavalry to cross the river, but it was not so smooth.

Although they tried their best to put heavy weapons on the two ferry boats, there were too many armors and too few ferry boats, so they could only be worn by soldiers, and they set up rafts in the shallows on the south bank of the source to make a large-scale northward crossing.

Moments after the army entered the water, noises were heard everywhere along the Yellow River. Either someone fell into the river or the horses pulled the raft over. For a while, people shouted and neighed, breaking the tranquility under the snow-capped mountains in an instant.

In the blink of an eye, the Mongolian tent in the mountain pass was fried, and Liu Chengzong saw countless figures coming out of the tent, those on horseback, those running around, and both sides were forming formations quickly.

On the river, the soldiers driving the rafts were busy trying to salvage the soldiers who fell into the water, but they gave up altogether and turned back with the rafts to guide Basang's Zuoying across the river.

Abandoning the rescue is not to let people fend for themselves in the river. The main reason is that the river section is not wide, and the place where people fell into the water is basically halfway through. Half of the head can still be exposed at the bottom of the river.

Surviving has never been easier, just stand up.

Huang Shengxiao's artillery unit reacted quickly. They trained in Juerwan for half a year, and their talents had nowhere to display. They finally followed the army to the south and arrived at Nangqian after three months of walking. They participated in a battle against the mountain fort. Became a garrison and trained for more than half a year, and I was holding back my energy from top to bottom.

In particular, the equipment of this artillery unit has been changed again and again, from the small cannons that were first seized by the officers and soldiers, to the medium-sized lion cannons cast by themselves, and back to the [-]-jin small cannons. Everyone wants to try these gadgets power.

Liu Chengzong watched with binoculars on the mountain, and he found Huang Shengxiao's artillery unit to be interesting.

One after another, seventy-pound lynx grandsons were unloaded from the ferry. The gun crew consisted of three people. This gun was designed for rapid transfer and attacking fortresses in mountainous terrain. In terms of design concept, it basically belonged to suture monsters. See the shadows of all the artillery they used.

For example, the gun mounts and ammunition boxes of the Yongzhu Cannon are combined into one, the lion cannon's year-on-year reduction in size, and the unicycle chariot of the General Cannon are all assembled into one cannon by Huang Shengxiao.

I saw a three-person artillery crew in the telescope, one person wrapped a thick cotton pad on the cannon, lifted the ear of the cannon and carried it on the shoulder, and the other two carried the ammunition box and gun carriage, and the other pushed a single-wheeled trolley, and quickly assembled it. Finally, put the small cannon on the trolley, lock it with the mortise and tenon structure, and push it to go to the battlefield.

There are also guns. Huang Shengxiao's gun team is also three people. The two swordsmen are carrying guns, but the gunman is carrying a large negative shield like a bastard and carrying a half stool, which is very suitable for fighting.

The equipment of the other six soldiers under the even system is much lighter. Four musketeers, two spearmen, four small donkeys wearing floral jackets, four pistol bags, and eight big guns on their backs. Basket, containing all the supplies the entire team needs to fight.

In the mountains on the south bank of the river, they still had a large number of mules, war horses, and carts equipped with luggage that had not been driven to Hebei.

This group of people formed a team quickly by the riverside, forming a horizontal formation with a wide width and a small depth. Before all the horsemen who should climb up were on their horses, the six horizontal teams marched towards the Mongolian camp at the mountain pass. Launch an attack.

Liu Chengzong, who saw this scene with a telescope, frowned first, and then he was relieved. The reaction of the Khalkha shepherds was not slow. After all, they had the process of boarding and disembarking. enough.

Most of them had to run back to put on their armor again, though.

When Gao Yingdeng's horse team is assembled, and the enemy's cavalry is also assembled, it is better to strike first.

Liu Chengzong knew in his heart that Huang Xiao definitely didn't take the lead in attacking because of the overall situation, but because he was a professional match for beating the Tartars.

Mr. Qian, a young man with only one ear in the Lion Army, was born in frontier defense. He spent the most terrifying time in his life on the loess pier outside the Great Wall. He often faced sudden attacks by hundreds of Mongolian soldiers. All he could rely on was An old cannon, a loess pier without a ladder, and a few thieves to accompany the army.

Liu Chengzong can assure you that at this moment, Huang Shengxiao looks at the Mongols and thinks that he has today.

The six horizontal teams spread out one word and pressed towards the narrow mountain pass. Two centurions rushed out from the Mongolian camp behind the wooden fence to disperse the flank guard, and also ran out a centurion-like iron-armored tartar, who rode his horse to the front. I don't know what the hook and sickle gun are talking about.

Then Liu Chengzong found that Huang Shengxiao's artillery was unmoved, but a flanking cavalry rushed out with a spear, and went straight to kill the armored tartar. There were forty or fifty people separated, and there was a bang, and the front of the formation rose. A piece of smoke.

The Iron Armored Tartars fell down at the sound, all dead.

Gao Yingdeng, who was left alone in the middle of the charge, held a spear under his ribs, reined in his horse and stood in front of the two armies. He looked at the fallen horses, and then at the gradually dissipating gunpowder smoke from the artillery line. He watched it twice. In the rain of arrows, they cursed and beat their horses back to the formation.

Huang Shengxiao waved his hand to disperse the gunpowder smoke in front of the formation, and handed the fire hook for lighting the cannon to his subordinates: "What are you doing in a daze, loading the ammunition... What, you like him to shoot arrows on horseback, but don't you like me to shoot the cannon on the ground?"

Liu Chengzong couldn't help laughing when he saw Gao Yingdeng's reaction on the snow mountain. The terrifying influence of the Romance of the Three Kingdoms is not only reflected in the fact that Ming soldiers and low-level generals like to choose Yanyue Dao as a weapon, but also in Han and Mongolia. There will always be generals clamoring to fight alone.

The key point is that it cannot be done by one person. If someone calls the battle, someone has to take part in the battle, but in this era, someone often takes part in the battle.

Just a few years ago, the leader of the captives who endangered the four towns of the frontier defense called for a one-on-one challenge to You Shilu, the commander-in-chief of Ningxia, Ming Dynasty. Er scolded and got off his horse, equipment such as golden dragon armor and red sand horse exploded all over the place.

In the past, Liu Chengzong had heard of this kind of thing but had never seen it before, and today he was lucky enough to see it, and he actually had two heroes who dared to fight under his command at the same time.

Extremely powerful!

After the Centurion-like Tartar was shot down by Huang Shengxiao, more than [-] captives dispersed, encircling Huang Shengxiao's horizontal formation from the flanks in a formation of hundreds of cavalry, hoping to wrap up until the formation moved. , Create an opportunity for the follow-up horse infantry to charge.

But the small cannons of the artillery barrage rang.

Huang Shengxiao's horizontal formation has a very high density of firepower. When the guns were fired, the lead pellets and iron bullets surged, and the outflanking cavalry were turned on their backs on the two wings of the horizontal formation. The infantry collided and huddled together on the mountain pass.

After careful observation, Liu Chengzong discovered the secret of Huang Xiaojun's dense array of firearms. Soldiers using blunderbuss are prone to accidents if they are too close to each other. Usually, they are separated by half a person or even more. Still very dense.

I designed it as a flintlock machine because the gun was lifted by the teacher, and the medicine pool for lifting the gun is on the right side, and the matchlock for the bird gun is also on the right side.

Each gunner stands on the left side of the gun, and the other gunner can stand next to the left side and not worry about being ignited.

The artilleryman had a good time and replaced the loose bullets with solid iron bullets. The four centurions in the middle played a round, slowly and orderly raised the equipment, and moved forward ten steps. Going forward, another round of fire was launched on the camp, while the two centurions on the two flanks stood still, providing cover for the flanks of the former army.

Gao Yingdeng watched from the flank, his teeth itchy, and he just used his firearms to snatch my chance to single out in front of the formation. You artillery also took up the task of covering my flank?
Taking advantage of the space between the front and rear teams of more than twenty steps, Gao Yingdeng immediately divided the [-] horse team into two parts, one on the left and one on the right, bypassing his army formation from the flanks.

But when he went around, he was dumbfounded again. The gunfire was too dense, and Huang Shengxiao didn't intend to stop. Instead, the artillery fired for a while, and moved forward ten steps until the Mongolian soldiers who were bombarded in the Shankou Army Village were beaten to a complete collapse. .

The 600 artillerymen in Nangsuoqianmo Palace who specially trained for the mountainous areas were armed with fifty small bronze cannons, fifty carrying guns, and two hundred bird guns. This was because of their convenience. Before setting off, leave all the heavy guns to Cao Yao to defend the city.

How did Gao Yingdeng know that Huang Shengxiao hadn't been pushing forward all the time to strive for success.

It's just that the gunpowder smoke was too thick for him to see clearly.

　good evening!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)