Zharile, 16 years old this year, is an ordinary herder in the Khalkhat Khan tribe. Zharile's tribe is not big, with only more than 2,000 people. Just half a month ago, Zharile's tribe was attacked by a group of Ming troops wearing red armor.

After surrounding their tribe, these Ming troops began to force the tribe to surrender. Naturally, no one would surrender at the beginning. They were all descendants of the great Genghis Khan. How could they surrender to the Ming people? So, under the leadership of Aerslen, the bravest warrior in the tribe, hundreds of warriors rode war horses and bows and arrows to launch counterattacks towards the Ming troops, but something terrifying happened.

These Ming troops are completely different from the legendary decaying and decaying Ming troops. They are not only extremely fierce, but also have very sharp firearms in their hands. Then they were tragic. More than 300 warriors fell into a pool of blood in just a few cups of horse milk wine.

Faced with the powerful Ming army and the killing, the tribe that had lost most of the green and strong could only surrender. Zharile would never forget the scene he saw when he restrained his corpse. The corpse, which was beaten like a pile of ragged bags by a firearm, turned out to be the strongest warrior of the tribe in the past. At this moment, Zharile felt that the worldview that he had believed in for more than ten years collapsed.

As a prisoner, Zharile followed his parents and his sister to become a prisoner of the Ming army. Fortunately, although these Ming army captured them, they did not abuse them at least. What made him feel most incredible was that they could actually eat steamed buns and eat enough, which was too unexpected to him.

You should know that the lives of these small tribes are also very difficult. Poor herders like Zharile have to do things for the leaders of the tribe every day, grazing, milking horses, washing clothes, serving livestock and other heavy work. Not to mention the hard work every day, they eat mixed grains with wild vegetables, but they can't eat enough. In Zharile's memory, he seems to be able to count the days when he can eat full food.

However, this food is not for nothing. Originally, the work of setting up camps and digging trenches was the work of the baggage soldiers. Since the prisoners were found, it was the turn of the prisoners to do these work.

In the following days, Zharile found that their team was slowly expanding, and the Ming army attacked small tribes scattered on the grasslands everywhere. Zharile was originally looking forward to another tribe to rescue them, but as time went by, this expectation became increasingly slim. On the contrary, more and more tribes were eliminated by the Ming army, resulting in the size of their captive camp becoming larger and larger. In just less than half a month, it expanded to more than 20,000 people.

This afternoon, a news began to spread in the captive camp that the three Khalkha tribes finally sent more than 10,000 troops to surround the Ming army, and it won't take long for them to be saved. The news spread more and more widely. Many herders were even quietly discussing whether to fight the Mongolian army to eliminate the Ming army when they were fighting. Then Zarrile just listened silently. He had a premonition that this Ming army was not so easy to defeat.

At night, Zharile, who had been working for a whole day, fell asleep early, but in the middle of the night, everyone in the captive camp was awakened by the rumbling cannons. Listening to the rumbling cannons and gunshots from afar, Zharile's family and the herdsmen around looked into the distance and found that the sky in the distance was dyed red by orange-red flames. All the herdsmen looked at the dyed sky, and all looked different, some were excited, some were silent, some were cold, and some were eager to try.

The battle tonight can be said to be very chaotic, just like the real-time strategy game in later generations, the main generals of both sides led the majority of their troops to attack the other's base. In this way, a dramatic scene appeared. The generals of both sides believed that as long as they destroyed the other's base, the victory of the war would definitely belong to them, but when the battle began, they were shocked to find that they were teased by the thief God.

"Storm up... everyone rushed up! Kill those Han people!"

There were sparks of fire everywhere on the hillside of the back mountain, which were torches lit by Mongolian soldiers. If they didn't know the news that the Mongolians were stationed in the back mountain, they could wipe their necks together.

As early as when the Mongols first started an attack, Qi Yan, who had been in charge of the baggage camp, discovered it immediately. Thanks to Qi Yan, who was cautious and old-fashioned by nature, when Yang Feng handed over the safety of the entire camp to him, Qi Yan ordered three thousand baggage soldiers to divide 1,000 people to guard the prisoners and supplies, and the remaining two thousand people immediately entered the position.

Facts proved that Qi Yan's decision was correct. When Udam ordered the Mongolian army to launch an attack on the prisoner camp in the back mountain, a commotion began to occur in the prisoner camp, and many herders began to stir up. Although the prisoners did not dare to move around in the face of the black muzzle and bayonet, as the atmosphere gradually became manic, it would be sooner or later that the prisoners would riot.

At this critical moment, Qi Yan made a quick decision to order the prisoners to immediately fire if there is a riot. With the sporadic sound of gunfire, he finally suppressed the prisoners' emotions that had already begun to be turbulent.

"Kill..."

"Roar up!"

"Bang bang bang..."

"Brave people of the immortal world, what are you still hesitating? We have come to save you. Hurry up and kill the Han people... and steal their weapons and then rush out!"

"Kill those Han people and steal their weapons!"

"Bang bang bang..."

The answer to these Mongolians was the bullets fired by the baggage soldiers. Since the camp in the back mountain was not only dug out several trenches, but also several wire mesh were laid outside, and even caltrops were laid, the Mongolian cavalry could not invade for a while. Instead, many people were detested under the lead bullets fired by the baggage soldiers.

The advantage of the cavalry lies in their speed. Faced with the obstacles such as barbed wire, caltrops, and horse-resisted obstacles laid by the Jiangning Army, these Mongolian cavalry found that they had no choice but to use these things. A group of people were spinning around in front of obstacles such as horse-resisted obstacles, and finally became targets of the Ming army.

Seeing the first batch of hundreds of cavalry charges, they could only linger in front of the caltrops, and Udam, who was commanding behind, had his eyes red with anxious fear. He rushed to the back of the cavalry with a group of guards and pointed at the front and shouted loudly: "Roar over... You are all descendants of Genghis Khan, how can you stop in front of those cowardly Ming people and rush over to me!"

A hundred households begged: "Wuda Mutou people, there are Ming army's caltrops everywhere, we really can't rush through!"

"Can't you get through?" Udam sneered, raised the horse whip in his hand and slapped the Baihu hard. You know, Udam's horse whip was mixed with copper wire in its ponytail. Even though this Baihu was wearing leather armor, he was so painful that he shouted out in pain.

"You idiot!" Udam cursed fiercely: "Do you have horse manure in your head? Do they refuse horses and you won't move them away? They lay caltrops and won't you pull them away? The only thing the Ming people can rely on is their firearms. Without the firearms, they will be a group of cowardly sheep. The only thing you have to do is to rush into the camp of the Ming army and teach them a lesson with your scimitar. If I see you dazed here again, I will cut off your heads personally. Do you understand?"

"clear!"

Under Udam's strict order, the Mongolian cavalry also changed their tactics. Some of them took out ropes from their backpacks and threw them out and put them on the rushing horses. Then they dragged the rushing horses away with their horses. Some of them dismounted and pulled the caltrops strung into strips. In less than a quarter of an hour, they actually made a passage at the foot of the mountain.

"Genghis Khan's descendants, everyone rushed with me!" Baihu, who had opened the passage, raised his scimitar and shouted at him, and took the lead in rushing up the mountain.

"Okay! This is the warrior of our Khalkha tribe!" Udam, who was supervising the battle behind, waved his horse whip happily and let out a loud whistle in the air.

But Udam was too happy too early. The Baihu, who was leading the horse, had just passed through the defense line composed of caltrops and horse-rejected horses, rushed to the last barbed wire, and heard a low gunshot sound in front of him. The Baihu who was riding his horse over the barbed wire seemed to be punched in the air, and his whole body flew backwards from the horse's back, and his heavy body fell heavily on the barbed wire below.

He fell to the barbed wire and did not move. Bright red blood foam kept pouring out of his mouth. His eyes were wide open. Although he tried his best to say something, he vomited blood from his mouth.

"Bang bang bang..."

The sound of muskets kept ringing. It turned out that the baggage soldiers hiding in the trench were using torches to fire at the Mongolian cavalry who were rushing towards them. The Mongolian cavalry fell down amid the gunshots.

Udam, who was supervising the battle behind, said to Buhe and Barhu next to him with fierce eyes: "You have also seen that the Ming army had the same idea as us. Now our camp must have been destroyed by the Ming army. Our only chance to turn defeat into victory is to rush into their camp before the Ming army returns to rescue our herdsmen and burn their supplies. As long as they burn all their supplies, the Ming army will be defeated without fighting in this vast prairie. Do you understand?"

Buhe took a deep breath to Lu and Barhu and nodded at the same time. They were not stupid. The six thousand soldiers who stayed behind in front of them must have been defeated by the Ming army. If they could not rush in while the main force of the Ming army was absent, it would mean that their expedition had completely failed. If they ran back to the tribe in shame, what would await them would be severe punishment from the tribe leader.

Barhu glanced forward and said fiercely: "We have also made our best efforts this time. We will not give up until we break through the Ming army camp tonight!"

Buhe Chaolu also had a fierce look on his eyes: "Yes, we will do our best tonight, and we will not give up until we break the Ming army camp!"

"good!"

Wu Damu shouted, "As long as we can break through the Ming army's camp, we will definitely win this time. At that time, I will naturally ask for credit for you in front of Qi Likang! You can choose cattle, sheep, horses, and food beauties!"

"superior!"

Under Udam's guarantee, Buhe Chaolu and Barhu each led 2,000 people to attack the top of the mountain from both sides. They braved the Ming army's muskets and pulled the horses away with ropes, and then asked the cavalry to get off the horse and pull out the caltrops. After clearing out the passage, the cavalry began to charge forward, and for a moment the pressure on the back mountain began to increase greatly.

"Mr. Qi, there are too many Mongolian Tartars, and our people can't stand it anymore!" In the trenches, a hundred households from the baggage battalion ran to Qi Yan, who was commanding behind, to report.

"If you can't stand it, you have to bear it. Behind us is the prisoner camp. Do you think of the consequences if the prisoners run out? And... and the medical camp is also behind us, if there is any loss..."

Speaking of this, cold sweat had already oozed from the forehead of the hundred households. The more than 200 doctors and nurses in the medical camp are the lifeblood of the Jiangning Army. He could not imagine what consequences would happen if the Mongolian Tartars rushed into the medical camp. If Yang Feng did not need to do it, the soldiers who rushed back would probably not be able to spare them.

The hundred-household gritted his teeth: "Okay! Go back now. If the Tartars want to rush into the camp, they will step over the body of the Huyi. But can you transfer a portion of the brothers guarding the captives to the Huyi, even one or two hundred people?"

"No... there is no reinforcement!" Qi Yan said firmly: "Don't forget that those brothers have to guard more than 20,000 prisoners. Once those prisoners rush out, the consequences will be unimaginable. Now our only way out is to persevere until Lord Yang comes back!"

"All right!"

Baihu gritted his teeth and went back.

The Mongols' attack became even more fierce. A cavalry rushed towards the hillside with a strange cry, while the baggage soldiers in the trench kept firing in front with the muskets in their hands. Although a cavalry was knocked to the ground, the cavalry behind had already rushed forward one after another. Soon, layers of corpses were added in front of the position, but the Mongolian soldiers continued to charge as if they were injected with chicken blood. For a moment, the entire defense line in the back mountain became shaky.

The fierce battle in the back mountain naturally stimulated the Mongolian herders in the prisoner camp. At one time, hundreds of herders motivated their companions to rush the surrounding wire and tried to rush out. For a moment, the entire prisoner camp was in chaos.

In the captive camp, a middle-aged man who usually had the same tribe as Zharile found him: "Zharile, look, we are going to be saved. Our warriors are here, come with us, come with us, let's rush out together, kill the Ming people, steal their weapons, and we will get rich by then!"
Chapter completed!