National War Eleven Kublai Khan received the urgent report from Baoding's garrison envoy and immediately summoned his ministers to discuss countermeasures.
This is another despicable and shameless method of the Wen thief.
Back then, he was afraid that the Yuan troops would go south, so he funded Naiyan's rebellion in Liaodong.
Now, after Naiyan was wiped out, he repeated his old tricks and tried every means to create chaos within Dayuan.
Therefore, the Yuan Dynasty must put out this fire of resistance in the bud as soon as possible.
Once the Taihang Bandits gain power, bandits everywhere who are ready to move will rise up.
As a result, not only would the Yuan Dynasty be unable to send troops south to attack the remnant Song Dynasty next year, but its own safety would also become a problem.
Kublai Khan took a personal photo, and all civil and military officials immediately gave the greatest support to the suppression of bandits.
The Ministry of War, the Ministry of Household Affairs, and the Ministry of Industry moved in succession, and artillery, money, food, and generals were quickly prepared.
A few days ago, there were 300,000 troops and more than 100 military generals of various ethnic groups who followed Kublai Khan back to the court.
It was not very difficult to mobilize the troops and generals.
Moreover, according to the battle report sent by Zhending Mansion, there were only more than 3,000 bandits in the Taihang bandits, and the rest were temporarily gathered bandits.
Everyone is willing to fight this kind of battle that is victorious and undefeated.
The Yuan Dynasty attaches great importance to military merit.
After a victory, the main generals will be promoted to nobility, and the followers can also make a lot of money on the battlefield.
The benefits are as high as fighting the same three wars on the grasslands, but the risks are half as much as fighting Naiyan.
After some balancing, Teng Geercheng, a nephew of Yuxi Timur's clan, was appointed as the marshal of the capital against thieves, and Zhang Guoliang, a Mongolian nationality of the Han army, was appointed as the deputy marshal of the capital against thieves.
Five thousand Mongolian warriors who had just withdrawn from the grasslands, five Thousands of Han troops who had just become Mongolians, more than 20 bronze cannons improved by Li Guida, integrated three 10,000-household settlements in Zhending, Dingzhou, and Qizhou, more than 20,000 "elite soldiers", and several nearby states and counties The archers and hunters rushed to kill the deer in a mighty manner.
Contrary to the expectations of the Yuan army, the bandits in the Taihang Mountains, instead of fleeing, launched an offensive on the banks of the Hutuo River.
"General, the river has frozen.
According to local savage reports, the ice is thick enough to walk on."
A scout ran to Tengger and reported.
Winter is the dry season, and the Hutuo River is only more than three feet wide at its narrowest point.
Wanting to rely on this small gully to stop the Yuan army, the bandits on the opposite side obviously made the wrong calculation.
"Send the order, order Zhao Wencheng to lead two thousand-man teams to attack the other side first."
Tengger sent out the pathfinder without hesitation.
Since arriving at Zhending, he found out that Zhao Wencheng, a member of the Han army in the city, was timid and afraid of death, and was suspected of passively avoiding war.
For generals who have made mistakes, Tengger always likes to give them a few more opportunities to wash away their shame.
"Two thousand-man troops" Zhang Guoliang asked suspiciously.
The Song army on the other side of the river had at least 20,000 troops.
Zhao Wencheng led 2,000 troops to charge, simply to die.
"Zhao Wencheng led a thousand men ashore to invite a fight.
The archers lined up along the coast to prevent the opponent from counterattacking.
The artillery moved back and prepared to bombard the enemy's main formation.
The cavalry adjusted their mounts and were ready to attack at any time."
Tengger raised his voice and repeated it again own orders.
Zhang Guoliang did not dare to contradict the coach, so he called the messenger and carried out the order to the letter.
A moment later, Zhao Wencheng of Zhongwanhu stepped onto the ice with two thousand cannon fodder.
The terrain in this section is low-lying, and the snow blown by the mountain wind has covered the ice with a thick layer.
The soldiers at Zhending Wanhu Station hunched over, listening to the crunching of snow under their feet, and moved forward step by step.
Arrows continued to be fired from the other side, pinning the soldiers who could not evade to the snow, but the attackers did not dare to speed up and cross the death line.
In weather where dripping water turns to ice, once a hole in the ice appears under your feet, a person who falls in has no hope of climbing out of the water alive.
"Leave a few to go ashore, and leave a few to go ashore.
Let the wolf cubs that come first eat the meat, and the old wolves behind will swallow the bait."
Zhang and his party rode on a blue and white mule and shouted loudly at the archers under his command.
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The archers who were born as hunters reluctantly raised their wooden bows and shot the hard-won arrows into the air.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh" the sound of arrows was very urgent.
The big eucalyptus bow made under the guidance of the Polu Army was different from any type used by the Song and Yuan Dynasties in the past.
It had a short manufacturing cycle, long range and fast shooting speed.
However, it was far inferior to the horn bow in terms of armor-piercing ability.
Most of the arrows missed their target.
Zhao Wencheng, a member of the Zhongwan household, approached the river bank under the protection of his close relatives.
With a wave of his sword, he took the lead in charging towards the rogue bandits.
"Kill!"
The cannon fodder who explored the path were shocked when they saw the advantage.
It was impossible to shoot accurately at such a close distance and at such a slow-moving target.
It was obvious that the bandits had not undergone strict training.
"The archers retreated, and the spearmen came forward.
They surrounded the grenadiers and prepared to attack the archers on the other side."
Zhang Yixin shouted and waved the command flag.
The archers retreated one after another, leaving an open space on the river bank.
Two groups of spearmen, armed with sharpened wooden clubs more than ten feet long, squeezed the Yuan army from the flanks as they landed.
The two thousand-man troops led by Zhao Wencheng immediately became straw bags for assassination practice.
The opponent's weapons were so long and dense that the soldiers under his command were turned into candied haws before they could see their opponents clearly.
Archers recruited from various places couldn't bear to see their companions being slaughtered, so they began to shoot at the Taihang heroes from across the river bank.
The mountain wind blowing along the river caused most of the arrows to fall midway, and a small number of those that floated across the river bank also lost their accuracy, shooting down the melee crowd without distinguishing between friend and foe.
At this moment, more than forty wooden shelves were rolled out on the high slope on the other side of the river.
Su Erhu waved his command flag, and the black bullets escaped from the cloth pocket and fell to the north of Hutuo River.
There was a violent explosion, and after the smoke cleared, hundreds of corpses fell on the north bank of the river.
The archers Tengger had summoned from various places were blown away so much that they couldn't even care to provide support to the soldiers who crossed the river first.
"Retreat, retreat, the spearmen disperse and retreat," Zhang Yixing shouted.
Taking the reins of the mule, he took the lead and ran towards the dense forest.
The pikemen retreated a few steps, threw away the worthless pointed sticks, and ran towards the mountains without any regard for military honor.
The Yuan army, which had already piled up its gun racks, lost its target in an instant.
More than 20 bronze artillery pieces blew up smoke and dust on the south bank of the river, but they failed to cause much damage to the Taihang heroes.
Instead, they killed the Han army who was stunned on the spot.
More than a hundred people. .
The trebuchets commanded by Su Erhu continued to show their power, and a new round of grenades fell into the Yuan army's main formation with the sound of wind.
The two thousand-man troops that were too close to the river bank were blown apart.
The soldiers who were lucky enough to survive threw away their weapons and ran around like headless flies.
"Artillery, artillery blasts those trebuchet fools, they are dumber than a pregnant roe deer."
Tengger was furious, grabbed a whip and rewarded the artillery team with more than ten whips for thousands of households.
When dealing with Naiyan in Liaodong, the Yuan army's artillery was almost invincible.
Who would have expected that he would suddenly become clumsy after encountering bandits.
Qianhu, the artilleryman who had been beaten, did not dare to complain and called on his brothers to quickly change the target of bombardment.
By the time they had adjusted the angle of the artillery and loaded the ammunition, Su Erhu had already abandoned the simple trebuchet and led the Mao thieves into the valley.
The howling mountain wind swept over the river, rolling up pink snow.
In the cold snow lay Zhao Wencheng, a member of a middle-class household, and more than 2,000 of his brothers.
Be confused and die with your eyes closed.
The opponent fled without a fight, and all the tactics Tengger had prepared in advance were ineffective.
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The artillerymen put away their gun mounts, the cavalrymen jumped off their horses, joined the dejected infantry, and prepared to cross the river dejectedly.
The casualties of two thousand people were not huge, but at the cost of two thousand casualties, they did not hurt the opponent even a single hair.
This result was enough to shake the confidence of the Soldiers coach.
"Cross the river, cross the river quickly, two legs can't run as fast as four legs.
Besides, the monks can't run past them."
Deputy Marshal Zhang Guoliang loudly encouraged morale.
"Surge into Lu City, and everyone can take the treasures in the city."
"Then there must be a life flower," a soldier muttered in a low voice.
The rabbit dies and the fox is sad.
Tengger's behavior of allowing the Han army to die just now made everyone feel chilled.
Marshal Tengger, who was fighting against thieves, did not care about the feelings of the soldiers.
Although the price paid for the first confrontation was a bit high, it at least showed that the ice surface of the Hutuo River could pass people.
Under his order, more than 6,000 Tanma Red Army soldiers led their mounts and took the lead on the ice.
The ice was frozen hard, and the horses' hooves made a crisp echo when they fell.
Following the Tanma Red Army, the Han army and the Mongolian army walked down the river bank one after another.
"Okay, light the fire."
Zhang Erxing, who was lying in ambush in the snowdrift, gave the order, and dozens of bandits whose lips turned purple from the cold lit the fire at the same time.
A plume of blue smoke emerged from the snow and rushed towards the river at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Hurry, get ashore quickly" Zhang Guoliang ordered loudly without bothering to ask the coach for instructions.
The panicked Yuan troops pushed each other towards the north and south banks.
The soldiers behind did not know what was happening in the front and instinctively surged forward.
The ice under their feet was so slippery that the soldiers who collided couldn't control their balance and fell into gourds rolling on the ground.
Just as they were falling into a ball, "Boom, boom, boom" the gunpowder buried in clay jars under the snow exploded one after another, quickly plowing the ice from south to north.
Broken ice, snow, and the limbs of Beiyuan soldiers flew up into the air alternately.
The ice in the center of the river couldn't bear the force, and a dark gap cracked open.
"The river is broken," someone cried loudly.
"The river cracked" and the soldiers ran around in panic.
At this moment, the Yuan army couldn't care less about catching the despicable bandits who lit gunpowder on the shore, and they no longer wanted to listen to the command of Tengger and others.
Driven by the instinct to survive, he pushed away his companions and ran desperately to the shore.
The chaotic footsteps were like heavy hammers, causing the cracks on the ice to expand rapidly.
The cold river water surged up and swept the soldiers who had slipped on both sides of the cracks downstream downstream.
"Crack" The ice surface that could not withstand the pressure completely collapsed, and a death trap more than two miles long and two feet wide appeared in the middle of the Hutuo River.
Standing in the middle of the river and unable to escape in time, the Beiyuan soldiers fell into the river like dumplings.
When the thick cotton armor was soaked by the river water, it immediately became heavier than a stone.
"Help" Several soldiers who were only five steps away from the shore waved desperately to the survivors on the shore.
Two or three soft-hearted soldiers turned around to rescue their companions, but before they could catch their fallen companions, their feet slipped and they themselves fell into the river.
The river water in winter is as cold as a knife, piercing my heart from my ribs.
After a while, their cries were frozen in their throats.
As time goes by, the river becomes larger and larger.
The soldiers who had narrowly escaped death were afraid that the remaining ice under their feet would break again, so they ran onto the earth bank one after another.
The soldiers crying and struggling in the river became less and less powerful.
In despair, they watched the river flood their nostrils.
One, two, three, hundreds, thousands of blue-black hands stretched out from the river to the sky.
Maybe they were trying to grab something at the last moment of their lives, maybe they stretched out their hands just to express their presence.
Nothing is important anymore.
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In the winter of the fourth year of Xiangxing, these thousands of hands will forever be fixed in the memory of the remnants of Beiyuan.
"Tongtou, Iron Tail, and Tofu Kidney.
We only broke its waist this time, and there are big dishes to be served next."
Zhang and his party stood on the hillside two miles away, pointing to the river in the distance.
Point and point.
The Taihang heroes around him cheered thunderously, and they were all encouraged by the fact that the chief of the village had effortlessly wiped out thousands of Yuan troops.
"The chief of the village thought that the Yuan army would catch up."
Wang Bo, the teaching captain, asked puzzledly.
According to the tactics taught by the Polu Military Academy, if more than one-third of the soldiers are lost, the commander's best choice is to give up the pursuit and let the enemy troops leave.
Rather than chasing after him to save his personal face.
One or two command errors can be tolerated, but making the same mistake again and again regardless of common sense in using troops, according to the military regulations of the Polu Army, this kind of general is absolutely unforgivable.
"Tenger is also a famous general, and he has high hopes from the Yuxi Timur family.
I am a bandit, and it doesn't matter how I lose.
But he can't afford to lose even once."
Zhang Yixing grinned and turned to the group.
Hao ordered, "March quickly and run towards Lijiawopu.
Leave a group of people with strong feet for the Tatars to chase.
Don't let them lose them."
The heroes agreed with a roar, raised colorful battle flags, and left singing with their troops.
Tengger, who was wandering on the south bank of the Hutuo River, heard the singing and his eyes immediately narrowed into a thin line.
Gritting his teeth like a wounded lone wolf, he gave a vicious order: "The whole team, the whole team, catch up.
Fight into Huolu County and never seal the sword."
Stimulated by the dual stimulation of revenge for their companions and the promise of robbery, the Yuan army restored some morale.
The soldiers with horses got on their horses, and the soldiers without horses spread their legs and braved the cold wind in the mountains to follow the songs of the bandits.
In Lijiawopu, the Yuan army bit the tail of the Taihang heroes.
After more than half an hour of fighting, the heroes could no longer hold on and abandoned the formation and left.
Tengger and Zhang Guoliang, whose eyes were red with fear, hacked all the injured and captured bandits to death and commanded the army to continue the pursuit.
Three miles away in Zhangji, the Yuan army and the heroes of Taihang fought again.
The fighting ability of the bandits and bandits who acted as a blocker was so poor that the Yuan army had just stopped and evacuated the battlefield before they could even launch a charge.
Beating and stopping, almost continuing the same rhythm.
Within two hours, Tengger commanded the army to march 20 miles from the Hutuo River to the outside of Huolu City.
The moment the blue-grey city wall fell into sight, Tengger felt relieved.
By fighting into the county seat, he can atone for his sins and the family's reputation can be preserved.
But at this moment, the feeling of relaxation spread from my heart to my whole body.
My shoulders, back, thighs, almost every joint and every inch of my bones were lazily unable to cheer up.
"Boom, boom, boom" the only two small cannons on the city wall spurted out flames and knocked down the Beiyuan soldiers who were rushing at the front.
Immediately afterwards, archers and spearmen emerged from the top of the city one after another.
The weapons in their hands had a cold light, which made people feel bone-chilling.
"Cold, so cold."
Tengger felt dizzy.
How to dispatch soldiers to attack the city, how to set up ladders, and where is the most appropriate position to set up artillery?
These things that usually come easily turned into blanks in an instant.
He felt dizzy, his body was numb, and all his strength was being sucked out of his body inch by inch.
"Artillery, grenades, bows and arrows, seize the moment to greet them.
If we hold on until dark, we will win," Zhang and his party ordered loudly in the enemy tower.
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The seven artillery pieces fished out of the river by the Yuan army lagged far behind the large group of troops.
Before they arrived, the exhausted Bei Yuan soldiers could only be beaten.
The heroes of Taihang stood on the city wall, venting their anger from a high position.
The Beiyuan soldiers and horses were forced to retreat again and again until they were out of the range of the artillery.
Surprisingly, the Yuan army that hurriedly gathered in one place did not set up camp, but turned around and retreated farther away.
"What's going on?"
Wang Bo, the teaching team leader, was stunned.
By now, he found that the courses he had learned simply did not correspond to the situation in front of him.
From beginning to end, Dazhai advocated that his party was like a god, calculating every step of the Yuan army clearly.
"What a snarling god, these bastards got their clothes wet with water.
Instead of seizing the time to warm themselves by the fire, they decided to march forcefully.
They stopped after walking for half an hour, and stopped after walking for half an hour.
It's so hot.
When the mountain wind blows three times on the body, even an iron-clad man turns into a soft-horned shrimp."
Zhang and his party glanced at Wang Bo and explained in a confused tone.
"It's my territory, God is helping me."
Zhang Erxing smiled and encouraged his brothers, "They are still far away, the dog's teeth are baring, and the more sick the people are, the more sick they are.
When the whole camp is sick, I will go up and give him a knife."
One, scratching against the plate" "Heaven helps us" the heroes laughed loudly.
Snowflakes as big as goose feathers flew down with laughter and landed on people's heads and faces.
Ten days later, the marshal who was fighting against the thieves was ambushed on the way to withdraw his troops and died in battle on an unknown slope on the south bank of the Hutuo River.
Only more than 2,000 of the nearly 30,000 Yuan troops who accompanied them fled back.
Zhao Wencheng and Zhang Hongxiang of the Han army, and Li Ji of the Tanma Red Army were killed in the battle.
Zhang Guoliang, the deputy capital marshal of the rebel capital, went to Dadu alone to plead guilty, but was beheaded by Kublai Khan in public display.
Under the command of Zhang Yixing, the volunteer army at the northern foot of Taihang returned to counterattack.
He even defeated Zhending, Lincheng, and Lingshou, and before the arrival of the second wave of Yuan troops, they looted the above-mentioned cities and safely withdrew back to the mountainous area.
Inspired by this force, the Eight-Character Army and the Zhongyi Army in the Taihang Mountains attacked one after another, turning Qianli Taihang into a burning knife and stabbing it firmly into Bei Yuan's heart.
The world was in chaos, and the dormant heroes rose up one after another
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