My Red Mansion Career

Chapter 250 Arrival
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

The desolate horn continued to sound in the sky above Ulaanbaatar. Countless soldiers and young men gathered in the direction of the sound after hearing the horn.

The herdsmen, including old, weak, women and children, dragged their families and fled in all directions.

Looking down from a high altitude, you can see that the huge Ulaanbaatar is like an ant nest, with countless worker ants and soldier ants scurrying around in chaos.

This is the image the drone transmits from high in the sky to the control panel.

"Order one and two sentry posts to advance forward, three and four sentry posts to cover the flanks, and the fifth sentry post to protect the rear wing. Then send someone to tell Feng Tang to lead the cavalry to outflank me from the sides and rear, and drive back all the fleeing herdsmen. Anyone who dares to attack or resist will be shot without mercy!"

Behind a piece of earth, Jia Yu was checking the real-time footage transmitted by the drone on the remote control panel while giving orders. Behind him, a communications soldier was holding a handheld walkie-talkie to convey his orders. .

Farther away, hundreds of soldiers were on guard duty.

Among these soldiers, there was a young man wearing red and white clothes but with a childish face who was looking nervously into the distance. This man was Jia Huan who was following Jia Yu on this expedition.

Although Aunt Zhao cried and made trouble before the expedition, Jia Huan finally followed the army to the expedition.

"Of course I know."

"Keep your head up."

Jia Huan took a deep breath and looked at the phalanx of musketeers passing by, "Captain, I want to follow the phalanx, is that okay?"

By the end of the sentence, two lines of tears were already streaming down his face.

Jia Huan nodded, with a childish face full of stubbornness: "I don't want to hide next to the Lord and get credit. If we, the men of the Jia family, want credit, we have to get it with our own hands, not rely on others' charity." .”

Jia Yu said sternly: "I, the men of the Jia family, should get their fame and fame from the battlefield, and they should speak out loudly. How can it be a man to be timid?"

"Yes!"

Jia Yu looked at Jia Huan for a long time before saying: "Jia Huan, do you know that the battlefield is dangerous and anything can happen in the battle formation? If you enter the square formation, I will not be able to take care of you. Life or death will depend on you then. You have to think clearly."

"Follow the Phalanx to move together?" Zhao Qiubai was slightly startled, "Are you sure? You have to know that joining the Phalanx involves direct contact with the Tatars, and fighting will start at any time. Are you sure you want to join the Phalanx?"

"Here!"

"Okay...ask for approval!"

After all, for the Jia family, Jia Huan is just a dispensable marginal figure. If he follows Jia Yu on the expedition, it would be best if he becomes a man. It doesn't matter if he dies on the battlefield. If he is just a bastard, he will die. So, both Jia's mother, Jia Zheng and Mrs. Wang all agreed with Jia Huan's expedition.

Jia Huan nodded: "I've thought about it clearly. I have a low life, and I am just a bastard who is not looked down upon by others at home.

Except for my mother and sister, no one cares about my life or death. Seeing that I will be independent in a few years when I reach my age, I don’t want to waste my life in mediocrity, so I have the nerve to follow the lord on the expedition. I don’t dare to give it a try. Even if the victorious master returns to the court in the future, if others ask about the battle formation, how can Huan answer with dignity? "

Jia Huan puffed up his chest and said loudly: "Your Majesty, Jia Huan, a member of the Guards Corps, has applied to join the phalanx to participate in the battle. Please grant your permission!"

Jia Huan's uneasiness was also noticed by Zhao Qiubai, the captain of the soldiers. He walked over and patted him on the shoulder, "Don't be nervous. It is still very safe with the Lord. There are few opportunities to fight."

"Sir!"

A voice came from the side. It turned out to be Jia Yu who came down from the mountain bag and looked at him with approval.

Jia Huan lowered his head in embarrassment.

"Good boy... ambitious!"

Looking at Jia Huan's sincere eyes, Jia Yu nodded, then turned to Zhao Qiubai and said: "Take him to the first post and tell Gu Ji to put him in the first square formation. If this happens after the war, If he survives, he will be promoted to a chief!"

"Here!"

Zhao Qiubai responded loudly and led Jia Huan down.

After Zhao Qiubai went down, Jia Yu said to the messenger next to him: "Call my general, the whole army will beat the drum and advance!"

"Understood, beat the drum and move forward!"

"Boom... boom..."

As Jia Yu's order was passed on, bursts of powerful drums began to sound.

As the saying goes, once there are more than ten thousand people, there is no limit.

The battlefields of this era did not have modern communication equipment, telephones, radios and other technologies, so commanding a large corps was quite difficult.

Although Jia Yu got some walkie-talkies from the World Expo Hall, due to the limited number, it was impossible for all officers to have one.

Moreover, walkie-talkies are not omnipotent. There are too many interfering sounds on the battlefield, and it is often impossible to hear or miss the sound.

After all, thousands of people line up in dense phalanxes, which will cause people to bark and bark on the battlefield, and there will be too many interference factors.

Moreover, the ancient infantry phalanx was wide and thick. If we only relied on low-level officers to issue combat instructions through shouting, most of the soldiers would not be able to hear it except for a small number of people in front. In this case, commanding operations would be equivalent to talking nonsense.

So something that all soldiers could see or hear became a necessity.

Fortunately, although soldiers suffered from a lot of interference when hearing the human voice, their eyes could see, and there were instruments that were louder than the human voice. As a result, ancient China slowly developed a command system with flags, musical instruments and Tangqi as the main means.

The most common ones are what people often say: beating drums to march and shouting gold to withdraw troops.

The same is true for the flag. For example, if the flag nods forward, it means to move forward; if it nods to the left, it means turning left; if it nods to the right, it means turning right; if it turns around and nods backward, it means to ask the soldiers to retreat.

Of course, looking at flags, listening to beating drums, and ringing gold are the simplest and most basic instructions. It is impossible for ancient armies to rely only on these three to command. Other instruments are also needed to refine more instructions, such as swan whistles, etc., here I won’t go into details.

Take the Daxia army as an example. There are two types of drums in the army, one is the beating drum and the other is the foot drum. The presence of the infantry drum in modern people's minds is not high, but it is the most important drum for commanding the infantry to attack the enemy because it controls the speed at which the soldiers engage with the enemy. For example, if the infantry drum is beaten a little, the infantry will advance ten steps. Never take one less step or one more step.

It will never be like in the movie, where the big drums are beating wildly, and then the infantry rushes up in a chaotic manner like the Young and Dangerous boys with machetes and slashes at everyone in sight. That is not an army, but a rabble.

The endless grassland stretches to the sky, and the waves of green waves rise and fall in the breeze, as if they are the breathing of the earth.

In this vast wilderness, more than 10,000 musketeers wearing red and white military uniforms formed square formations, lined up neatly, with live rifles on their shoulders.

Under the command of drumbeats, they formed square formations and marched slowly towards the venue.

The oppressive and powerful drum sound came with the wind and echoed on the grassland.

The musketeers marched evenly, like a big mountain slowly pressing in. The bayonets on their shoulders shone coldly in the sun.

At the same time, the Mongols were gathering their troops in a panic. The young herdsmen who hurriedly mounted their horses and the troops who were gathering looked at the Daxia army approaching at a slow but determined pace, and everyone was beating drums in their hearts.

Everyone couldn't figure out one thing. How did this Daxia army go deep into the hinterland and attack Ulaanbaatar? Why didn't any tribe along the way alert them.

There were even many veterans who had participated in the Battle of Tongguan last year. Looking at the army wearing red and white military uniforms and carrying muskets on their shoulders, the fear that had been buried deep in their hearts burst out again.

Instantly, someone roared with grief and anger: "Damn it, that devilish army is coming, they are coming to kill us!"

As the Huben Camp approached, the people on the high platform could already clearly see their figures.

Many leaders of small tribes who had followed Totu Bohua to invade the south last year also began to panic.

There was nothing they could do, this army left such a deep impression on them that it even became many lingering nightmares.

The sky was filled with white gunpowder smoke, gunfire one after another, and the thunderous sound of cannons. Countless iron beads raining death bullets fell towards the brave Mongolian warriors. In the end, those brave warriors in the past could only cry out in pain. The screams fell on the road of charge.

All this is the work of the Daxia army, but Daxia did not sign an agreement with the Chahar tribe. Chahar would no longer invade Daxia from the south. In return, Daxia opened a mutual trade in the Xuanfu area. Are they interconnected?

"The people of Daxia are dishonest. They betrayed the sacred agreement. Changshengtian will never forgive them!"

Right Prime Minister Bamut suddenly stood up and shouted loudly.

"Daxia betrayed the agreement and sent troops to attack us without permission. We must escape immediately and spread the news to all the tribes on the grassland."

"Yes... we need to spread this news to other tribes in Mobei, tell Lin Dan Khan, and ask Lin Dan Khan to uphold justice for us!"

One by one, the tribal leaders stood up and prepared to leave the high platform. However, just as they were about to leave, they were stopped by the Qie Xue army surrounding them.

Sukhbalu, with a solemn look on his face, said coldly to the crowd: "Chiefs, my dear Ke Dun has ordered that no one can leave without her permission."

"Namuzhong, what do you want to do?"

The people who were stopped were a little panicked, and they all looked at Namuzhong, with panic and anger in their eyes.

Namu Zhong, who was sitting nearby and watching with cold eyes, slowly stood up and said loudly: "Right Prime Minister, distinguished leaders, you don't need to panic. This time the Daxia army is not going to start a war with us. They are here to help us. .”

"How is it possible to help us?" Right Prime Minister Bamut shook his head like a rattle, "How can the Han people be so kind? These devils in red and white clothes should go to hell!"

Looking at the frightened Bamut, Namuzhong wanted to explain something, but in the end he could only shake his head helplessly.

In last year's Battle of Xuanfu, Bamut and the senior officials of the royal court were brought to a standstill by Jia Yu, and Bamut was also one of the prisoners.

It is estimated that this guy suffered a lot at that time and had a psychological shadow. Now he started to react conditionedly after seeing those musketeers wearing red and white military uniforms.

"woo woo woo woo……"

Another melodious horn sound came from the distance.

Sukhbalu strode up to the high platform, bowed and said: "Kedun... Prime Minister Zuo has already begun to gather his troops. Does he really want to go to war with the Daxia army?"

Namuzhong sneered and said disdainfully: "He Qinggeertai has already blown away all the cowhide. He vowed to be the great khan of Chahar and lead all the herdsmen of Chahar to prosperity. Now the Daxia army is killing Now that he's here, if he doesn't do something, who will believe him in the future?
Besides, do you think Qinggetai can really defeat the Daxia army? "

At this time, Namuzhong no longer felt the despair and uneasiness she felt when she was about to commit suicide holding her child, and was replaced by a strong sense of pride and pride.

She had indeed seen the right person. Her man, the father of her child, finally came to rescue her with an army. With his support, she wanted to see who else dared to peek into her child's private parts?

Qinggeltai, the traitor, will eventually be punished by Changshengtian.

Looking at Namu Zhong, whose face was mixed with excitement, pride and pride, almost glowing, Sukhbalu seemed to understand something. He glanced at the little prince who was tightly held in Namu Zhong's arms, and sighed secretly in his heart. He took a breath, bowed and retreated.

Namuzhong was right. At this time, Qinggertai was already in a dilemma.

Last year, he had participated in the southern invasion with Totu Bohua, and he had witnessed the power of the fledgling Huben Battalion, the continuous sound of gunfire, the rain of bullets and the thunderous sound of artillery, and the brave soldiers who fell one by one. Mongolian warriors were things he had never seen before.

Sometimes, these images would suddenly appear in his mind, waking him up from his sleep.

The reason why he was so anxious to seize the position of Great Khan was not only the desire for power, but also the bigger reason was the desire to gain a sense of security.

He believed that only by becoming the Great Khan could it be possible to integrate the power of all Chahar to fight against the Daxia army, especially the army armed with muskets.

Although the Chahar tribe now obtains a lot of food, cloth, salt, tea and other items through mutual trade, the Daxia court is still cautious about ironware. Even if it does, it only sells some daily necessities such as iron pots, such as weapons. Don't even think about things like armor.

Qinggeltai's plan was that once he became the Great Khan, he would sign a new contract with Daxia, cancel the control of iron tools, and increase the price of wool. He must not let the Han people be so lax. Make money easily.

For this reason, he even sent people to secretly contact Hou Jin in Liaodong, trying to form an alliance with Hou Jin to jointly deal with Daxia.

(End of this chapter)