The Ujitai tribe is a large tribe, and countless small tribes scattered around are under the rule of the leader of the Ujitai tribe, which is the core of the golden family, and the old Khan king sits here, so this is the royal court of the central steppe.
On the high ground of Zhuma, the cold and bright moon magnified Lu Hanqiang's figure infinitely, projecting on the undulating and rolling weeds, gloomy and hideous, looking at the Wujitai camp gathered on the grassland, Lu Hanqiang frowned, at this time he deeply felt the disadvantages of not having accurate information, and it was not good to go out to fight.
Originally, the information obtained from the interrogation of the captives was that the maximum number of warriors that Ujitai could recruit now would not exceed 3,000, because according to the captives, since their tribe had taken refuge in the Jurchens, the entire tribe had been incorporated into the Eight Banners of Mongolia.
But standing here, looking at the dense and huge camp of Ujitai, the bonfires, the countless figures around the bonfires who were still drinking and singing, at least 5,000 people and horses.
And looking at the boundless tent and the light of the fire in the tent, there are definitely no less than 20,000 people in this camp. 20,000 people in Han villages, may not necessarily have any combat effectiveness, but it is very different here, because these Tartars grow on horseback when they are young, and both men and women can be called warriors as long as they carry knives on horses.
Not to mention those old and weak people, even these 5,000 people and horses are the same as their current people and horses, and there are nearly 1,000 more, this battle is not easy to fight.
"Master Overseer, what should I do" Hua Shuliang looked at the swaying figure in the camp and asked worriedly.
This time the purpose was to sneak attack, but the result was unexpected, not only were the number of people much higher than the information they had obtained, but they were still drinking and singing without sleeping.
This is an old Xiongnu song, a song that has rarely been sung by nomads for two thousand years, but now it can't help but be sung again.
Losing my Qilian Mountain, so that my six animals do not breathe, which means to grow and prosper.
The loss of my self and the Rouge Mountain made my wife unable to dress up beautifully without color The song was low and mournful, but everyone was singing, and the suppressed song was so slowly spread between heaven and earth, because at this time they really could not dance and sing merrily.
Listening to this mournful and low singing, the old Khan King Sangkun drank the wine in his hand sadly.
Now the old Khan King Sangkun is drinking in his tent, this time his tribe is attached to the Jurchen, and Ujitai has naturally become a Jurchen subordinate, and the men of his tribe have been incorporated into the Mongolian Eight Banners, and they have also entered the hinterland of the Han people with the Jurchen.
According to the bloodline, the Ujitai tribe is the Miao descendant of the real Mongolian golden family, Temujin, and the descendants of Genghis Khan, but the current golden family, the glory and pride of the descendants of Genghis Khan, can only exist in the song after drinking, and no longer exist in the face of the world and the Ming Dynasty.
Since being driven out of the Central Plains by the Ming Dynasty, everyone has to surrender to the feet of the Ming Dynasty, live humbly, and all they can do is make a small fuss, almost a scoundrel.
However, as the Ming Empire grew old, they became weaker and weaker, which allowed the descendants of the Golden Family to push the defense line back to the Great Wall again, and they could continue to attack the territory of the Han people every year.
But it was only an impact, and they could no longer occupy and enslave them, and this situation made all the people of the Golden Family feel sad.
But the opportunity came, the Jurchen rose, and the Ming Dynasty had no strength to fight back, at least now it seems to be like this.
And the Ming Dynasty also began to be chaotic, the court is a group of scholars who can only talk rhetorically, and the border defense is a group of soldiers who have no food and clothing, similar to Huazi, in everyone's opinion, as long as one kick, you can crush this behemoth that has been pressed on your head for two hundred and seventy years, nearly three hundred years, you can easily gallop the Central Plains again, and you can restore the glory of your ancestors, therefore, everyone is optimistic about this operation.
However, everything comes from an inexplicable but, this time the border army of the Ming Dynasty didn't know what kind of sheep madness, so they suddenly took advantage of their weakness to kill their king's eight shells, like a group of hungry wolves pounced on themselves, this is not reasonable, looting and beating the grass valley has always been the patent of our Mongolians, why did you Han people suddenly embezzle our patent As a result, the various tribes immediately complained to the Ming Dynasty and complained about this infringement.
In fact, this is also the first time that the tribes have done this, not that now they are young and strong to go to the capital of the Ming Emperor, the rest are old and weak women and children, and there are not many young and strong people who make trouble, they have to put aside the past, fight back, and then crusade again, what do you say.
As a result, the imperial court sent an official document, which was polite and reasonable, seriously recounted its own negligence, reviewed its own mistakes, and then promised that the border army must be strictly controlled, and that it must not cross the border again, and also promised to return the losses of the tribes.
And in the midst of this kind of ruffle, countless tribes that have not had time to respond have been burned and slaughtered, and this time I don't know how, these border troops discarded their sage teachings, looted everything that could be looted, and killed everything that could be killed, including those who were old and women, and those who really couldn't loot and kill, so they were burned, so that the entire grassland was already in flames.
Such a tragic scene has made people's hearts drip blood when they think about it, this is all the hope of the nation, and it is gone.
With the palindrome of their imperial court, they sent people to question several military towns in Yanbian, either the messenger was killed on the road, or they got the letter, and they immediately replied confidently, "Not a single soldier in our border town crossed the border wall, and it was the guy named Lu Hanqiang who crossed the border wall, this matter has nothing to do with us, as for the extra cattle, sheep and horses you saw in our border town, we bought it from Lu Hanqiang, this is a legitimate business, you can't interfere." ” Since the negotiation fails, there is only one reason left, or pick up the knife and speak, although the young and strong, but dozens of tribes converge together, and there are no less, and then all the surviving small tribes are brought together to form a big tribe, and everyone huddles together to keep warm.
So, with Ujitai as the center, nearly 50,000 tribes were slowly gathered, and nearly 10,000 warriors were selected, of course, these warriors referred to all the men from fifteen to fifty.
Preparing to find Lu Hanqiang's army and fight them in a decisive battle, according to the trilateral governor, Lu Hanqiang only had 4,000 men and horses, not very strong, with the combat effectiveness of the Ming army, in fact, a thousand warriors could destroy him.
Lao Sangkun held the wine bowl and looked at the dozen or so leaders of various tribes sitting around the big tent, they all lowered their heads one by one, and drank endlessly with a depressed expression, while repeating the mournful sad song over and over again, and some of the leaders sang and cried, weeping for the few tribes he had left, and weeping for the people of the tribe he had died.
They should really be depressed, not only most of the tribal people were slaughtered, even if there were some remaining survivors, but because there were no cattle and sheep supplies, it would be absolutely difficult to survive this cold winter, not to mention the green spring, when the spring breeze next year will be green and green, countless small tribes will be crossed out in the Great Khan's household registration book, and they will no longer exist.
"Leaders, don't be discouraged, Lu Han is no more than 4,000 men, and our 10,000 warriors will definitely win the battle, and then Lu Han will be crushed and scattered to ashes to pay tribute to our thousands of dead people, women and children."
His words did not arouse the passion of the leaders present, who were still singing in frustration, echoing the sad songs of the camp outside the tent.
The whole tent, the whole camp, the whole steppe was in a state of depression.
"No, we must fight tomorrow, even if it is to kill a small group of a few lone Ming troops, or this frustrated morale will drag down the various tribes."
Lao Sangkun decided like this, at this time, he suddenly found with decades of keen sense that the ground under his feet was trembling slightly, he was stunned, but immediately understood, so he struggled to drop the wine bowl in his hand on the ground and shouted: "Enemy attack, enemy attack." ” t1706231537: