I, Jiajing, Emperor Longevity

Chapter 76 Singing and dancing to welcome the Master

In the 42th year of Jiajing, autumn.

In the past two years, the national strength of the Ming Dynasty has flourished, industrialization has entered the right track, and supplies are sufficient, and they are fully escorting the military industry.

The Tatars no longer dare to appear on the Datong-Jingshi line of defense.

But plundering is the nature of grassland people. They don't invade farming peoples, and they don't make 0 yuan purchases. Many times, they can't survive the cruel winter in the north.

Like his predecessors on the grasslands, Altan Khan shifted his strategic focus to the west after he suffered several bloody injuries at the northern border of Daming.

That was the case after the decline of the powerful Xiongnu Empire, and it was also the case after the decline of the Turkic Empire. Although the Mongols had already been driven out of the Central Plains by Taizu, they did not completely decline.

The war between Ming and Mongolia has continued to this day.

Even, the capital was once besieged.

The most recent time was in the 29th year of Jiajing (1550). Ida led more than [-] cavalry to besiege the capital for three days. walk away.

It was not until the 41st year of Jiajing that the offensive and defensive trend underwent a fundamental change.

On a crisp autumn day, on the vast land of the grassland, the Tatar spies looked at the east.

Soon, there were a few black dots there, leaping out from the horizon and catching their eyes.

Not long after, there was another black and vast iron stream, accompanied by the trampling sound of iron hoofs rolling like thunder, and the lonely wind of autumn, following those black spots, it flooded the horizon like a tide, showing In the sight of the Tatars.

"Ming Army (Mongolian)..."

After the shrill cry, the Tatar spies turned their horses and galloped towards the northwest.

Rumble!
Three thousand cavalry and nearly ten thousand horses in full armor went straight to the depths of the grassland.

The prairie is high and flat, with a vast area. There are thousands of large and small lakes in the area. It starts from the Xing'an Mountains in the east, reaches the Altai Mountains in the west, reaches the Yinshan Mountains in the south, and reaches Lake Baikal, Yenishui River and Irtysh River in the north. Upstream area.

It is longer from east to west, more than 2000 miles from north to south, and more than [-] miles from north to south.

Wanting to rule such a large place, in the era of cold weapons, is tantamount to idiotic dreams.

"Your Majesty, the Tartars have discovered us."

Qi Jiguang put down the telescope in his hand and said to Jiajing.

Jiajing was dressed lightly, pointed the horsewhip in his hand to the depths of the grassland, and said with a smile, "Keep moving forward, the target...I'll answer the old thief's court."

"Yes!"

This is not greedy for merit, but crushing the game!
Qi Jiguang obeyed the holy will obediently.

In this world, Qi Jiguang doesn't believe that any army can stop him from training this new army, the iron army.

"I will take a step ahead, and I will answer, and I will show you the way forward by the way."

"No, master, absolutely not!" Lu Fang was in a hurry: "A son of a thousand gold can't sit down, and a master with a body of ten thousand gold, how can he personally commit a dangerous situation?"

"Haha, what kind of dangerous place is the royal court of the Tatars?"

It wasn't Jiajing's arrogance, he had already stepped into the realm of innateness, he was fully equipped with martial arts, and he had stepped into the realm of a master with half a foot.

There is nothing to be afraid of mere knives and arrows.

Even in the hail of bullets in World War II, with Gong Er's body, he managed to go back and forth a few times.

Jiajing immediately jumped off the fierce horse and performed "Lingboweibu·Chang". At a speed beyond everyone's imagination, phantoms were pulled out and disappeared on the grassland.

The first battle was successful and the grassland was pacified.

Jiajing didn't have so much time to play hide-and-seek with the Tatars here.

The sky is green and the fields are vast.

On the vast land, a resounding and extremely loud goshawk sound echoed in the sky, and then the earth was shaken, and soon there was darkness, at least hundreds of cavalry roared towards it.

The news of Daming's aggressive attack obviously hasn't leaked completely yet. Although this group of people are on guard, they don't look like they were before the war.

Jiajing took a closer look and saw that the leader was wearing a sheepskin inside and a gorgeous long gown outside. He was obviously a Tatar nobleman.

Seeing a Han Chinese face, he immediately drew his bow and set his arrow, only to hear a sound of "咻", and the spike shot straight at Jiajing's feet.

In the next second, Jiajing's figure disappeared in place.

The head of the noble Tatar who drew the bow and fired the arrow flew up.

At the same time, the elite Tatars around him fell in unison, all of them terrified.

If any of the Tatar tribes on the grassland saw it, they would definitely be able to recognize that the leader was the current lord of the grassland, Seng Ge, the eldest son of Altan Khan.

This man is famous for his bravery, and he is known as one of the five right-wing warriors of Mongolia.

But today, he died silently in Jiajing's hands.

A few days later, under Jiajing's several corrections, Qi Jiguang met Altan Khan Wangting.

"Da da da……"

This is the sound of the Jiajing six-barreled heavy machine gun.

"Boom...boom...boom..."

This is the sound of light artillery explosions.

Altan Khan looked at the Ming army sitting on the ground like a ferocious beast from afar.

A sense of powerlessness penetrated from the top of the sky to the soles of the feet.

God treats the Han people with great love, but their Mongolian people have to live in the wind and sun on the vast grassland, and even endure the threat from nature. After a white disaster, a tribe may disappear in the vast grassland. above.

In comparison, the prosperous Central Plains is simply a place beloved by God.

Now, they also have even more terrifying weapons, and they also have an emperor who is incomparably wise and as wise as the longevity god.

'Longevity God!A crime other than war! '

Thousands of generals gathered around Altan Khan, wearing thick leather robes, their faces full of despair.

It's only been half a day of confrontation, and Erlang under their command has already suffered heavy casualties.

The catastrophe of genocide is just around the corner.

A few miles away, Qi Jiguang looked at the Tatar tribes who had failed to flee several miles away. When I answered Wang Ting, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he shouted in a deep voice: "Keep firing, don't be afraid of running out of ammunition."

"The shells are exhausted, and we still have steel knives."

"In just three days, the infantry of the rear army will arrive."

"A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, catch me alive and answer!"

"Catch me alive! Catch me alive!"

During the roar, the roar of thunder could be heard again from the cavalry camp where the Tatars had just gathered.

"I answer Khan, let's break through!"

"Keep the green hills alive without worrying about firewood, abandon the old and the weak, women and children, as long as we escape into the desert, the Han people will not be able to catch up with us."

"Longevity is God, we can't let sons and daughters make unnecessary sacrifices anymore."

Bo'er Jijin Alda closed his eyes of despair, nodded slightly, and said in a hoarse voice, "Run away!"

With the sound of a desolate horn, one by one, the Tatar soldiers quickly urged their horses to flee in all directions as if they had received an amnesty.

The fear of the cannon has been imprinted in their souls.

Even, in this life, when I heard thunder, I would hug my head and cry in fright.

Jiajing sat on horseback, followed by Lu Fang, and five hundred cavalry: "Ordinary soldiers don't pay attention to them, Tatar nobles, don't let one go."

"Here!"

Warrior special forces go into battle, or set up two Jiajing six-barreled heavy machine guns at key intersections... Jiajing even committed suicide in Alda's royal court, as if entering no man's land.

After a day of killing.

When I answered Wang Ting, it was like being sucked into a meat grinder, with mountains of corpses and seas of blood flowing like rivers.

It was just dawn the next day.

A burst of pleasant alien music sounded in front of the camp.

In the midst of the gunfire, the Tatar nobles, headed by Altan Khan and dressed in fine costumes, sang and danced, holding flowers and kumiss, and smiling uglier than crying.

Welcome Master! ! !

(End of this chapter)