Chapter 756 Whose Surprise
"Great Khan, the Ming army is counterattacking fiercely." The news reached the central army, "A Ming general was fearless and led his men to drive the warriors out."
Altan had already vaguely seen that the Ming army's momentum was rising.
“Who’s leading the army?”
"Yellow flag."
"Yellow flag?"
Tuotuo said: "Great Khan, the Yellow Banner... has only one Huang Bai, and he is the captain of the Datong garrison."
"How could a thousand households be so brave?" Altan frowned and looked at Tuotuo, "Why haven't I heard of this man before?"
This is secretly blaming Tuotuo for dereliction of duty.
"It was this man who led the right wing of the Ming army last time..." Tuotuo felt that this was an attempt to shirk responsibility, so he changed his words and said, "This man was originally known as a coward among the Datong defenders. Anyone could bully him, so no one paid much attention to him."
"This rabbit actually turned into a tiger...why?" Altan was very curious.
Everyone was silent.
A name echoed in my mind.
Jiang Qingzhi!
"No need to rush." Altan said calmly: "The battle is just about to begin. Our army is strong and powerful at the moment. Jiang Qingzhi can hold us off for a while. When the morale is almost worn out..."
That's when the decisive battle begins.
There was still some food and grass left, but Altan knew that if the war continued, his best outcome would be to withdraw.
Jiang Qingzhi must be defeated within two days!
Defeat Jiang Qingzhi and capture Datong City, and the food and grass in the city will become supplies for the army.
This is Altan’s plan.
The army currently has little food in stock, but a batch of food and grass will be delivered to the camp soon, which will last for three days... or even four days. As long as the army suppresses the opponent, those nobles will see the hope of victory and will take the initiative to appease their subordinates.
But Altan also knew that after this batch of food and fodder, there would probably be no follow-up for a long time.
The grassland was barren and the people there were not good at farming, so they could not store as much food and grass as the Ming people, so Jiang Qingzhi did not have to worry about supplies at all.
Three days!
Defeat Jiang Qingzhi within two days.
There is only one day's worth of food left for emergency use.
OK!
Thinking of this, a cold light flashed across Altan's eyes. "Today, we have exposed the true colors of the Datong defenders. Tomorrow, Jiang Qingzhi will have no choice but to mobilize the Beijing Guards for a decisive battle. The outcome will be decided in one battle!"
Opposite the Ming army, Zhao Wenhua stared blankly at the bloody fight ahead, and now he regretted coming to Datong.
The old foster father was quite calm before the battle, but now he asked solemnly, "How is the enemy?"
"Anda, please hold back!" Jiang Qingzhi took out the medicinal cigarette and sniffed it. The minty smell cheered him up.
"Altan is holding back?" Yan Song was puzzled. "Why?"
It’s time for the final battle, what are you waiting for if not giving it your all?
"He wants to use torture to force me to send the Beijing guards into battle." Jiang Qingzhi took out a tinderbox. At this moment, his loyal servant Sun Chonglou, who was lighting a cigarette, was changing his clothes in the back... His original armor was completely stained red with blood. When others moved closer to Jiang Qingzhi, the smell of blood was enough to make people vomit.
"Young master doesn't care, so let Old Man Yan vomit!" Sun Chonglou muttered and took off his underwear. His muscular body and unimaginably broad back made Jiang Qingzhi's guards gasp.
"grass!"
"It's so fucking special... It's like... a demon!"
Without a loyal servant to light the cigarette, Jiang Qingzhi tried to light the cigarette several times but each time it went out.
"Young people have never suffered." Yan Song sighed, snatched the firewood, put it to his mouth and blew a few times, then covered it with his hand and handed it over, "Go ahead!"
Jiang Qingzhi lowered his head and took a few short puffs, then raised his head and nodded, gently patting Yan Song's hand, "Has the Prime Minister ever suffered?"
"Yes." Yan Song said, "I had a serious illness that year and returned to my hometown for ten years. During those ten years, I did everything myself, reading, making fire, cooking..."
Jiang Qingzhi was a little surprised. "With Yuanfu's family background, it shouldn't be that bad, right?"
"Here." Yan Song pointed to his head. "It's not peaceful here. I need something to do to feel at peace."
"anxiety?"
"Correct."
"It's a good idea to do things. If you have something to do, you won't be distracted."
"Qingzhi also knows this method."
"My anxious time... is probably longer than Yuan Fu's!"
"Haha!" Yan Song thought to himself, your kid is less than 20 years old, and compared with me...
Jiang Qingzhi took a puff of herbal cigarette smoke, pointed ahead and said, "Altan will probably make his move in the afternoon."
"Can the Datong defenders hold out until then?" Yan Song was a little worried. "We are not as strong as Altan. And although the Datong defenders are in high spirits, they have been in decline for many years. It will take a long time to regroup."
The bravery of the Datong defenders at that time was based on their blood and spirit.
That's passion!
"This is passion. Passion cannot last forever." Jiang Qingzhi knows this better than anyone else.
"Then we have to mobilize the Beijing Guards in the afternoon... Do you have any plans for the rest of this battle?" Yan Song lowered his voice, "Firearms will appear in the afternoon. I'm afraid Altan will have a countermeasure overnight. Your plan to catch Altan off guard with firearms will fail."
"I hope that Altan can hold out until tomorrow before launching a general offensive."
"Why?"
Jiang Qingzhi took a puff of medicinal smoke, and the cool smoke circled in his lungs. He smiled and said, "I prepared a surprise for him."
On the other side, Altan asked Zhao Quan, "Are you ready?"
Zhao Quan said, "Don't worry, Khan. The one in charge of this matter in the city is my trusted disciple. They are preparing now. They will start tomorrow."
"Good!" Altan said with a smile, "This is a surprise that I prepared for Jiang Qingzhi. I hope he will be happy."
In the city, Zhou Yuanshan was discussing with several White Lotus leaders.
"Remember, once we launch the attack tomorrow, we must first attack the General's Mansion. Once the General's Mansion is captured, the city will be leaderless, and we will then take advantage of the situation to create chaos in the city... Remember, set fire!"
Once a fire breaks out in the city, the Ming army will inevitably become panic-stricken.
"It's dry, be careful of fire..." Zhou Yuanshan smiled and said, "Once the fire starts, the officers and soldiers will be panicked and their morale will plummet."
The outcome of this battle is self-evident.
"Master, Altan's army is charging into the city, what should we do?" someone asked, looking somewhat unwilling.
"Let our people..." Zhou Yuanshan paused. According to Zhao Quan's instructions, after Altan's men entered the city, the White Lotus sect members should lead the way for them, attack various key points in the city, and control government offices, warehouses and other places.
Zhou Yuanshan took a deep breath and said, "Let our people get out of the way."
"Yes."
Everyone then went to prepare. "Did the leader order this?" Yang Xun was puzzled. According to his understanding of Zhao Quan, the leader would definitely choose to cooperate instead of avoiding him.
"Those believers are all civilians in the city. Is it appropriate for you to let them take Altan's people to burn, kill and loot their own homes?" Zhou Yuanshan asked.
"Those believers are not afraid of death for the sake of the holy religion, let alone those neighbors."
"If you were asked to kill your own parents, would you do it?"
"can!"
Zhou Yuanshan: “…”
After the dissatisfied Yang Xun left, Zhou Yuanshan smiled bitterly, "Don't you care about your family?"
He suddenly threw the medical book in his hand to the ground and stepped on it. He slowly squatted down and covered his face with his hands. "If studying medicine can't save the world, can the Holy Church save this Central Plains? What should I do? What should I do..."
……
More than 20 miles away from the battlefield, a huge baggage convoy was moving slowly.
Two thousand cavalrymen escorted the baggage from the grassland. Halfway through the journey, they received an order from Altan Khan, ordering them to arrive as soon as possible, otherwise they would be sentenced to death.
There is no need to use too many means to manage the grassland, and the simpler the rewards and punishments, the better.
Life or death, that is enough.
The leading general immediately urged the team to hurry up like crazy, and after ten days, the men and horses were exhausted.
A team of scouts came ahead. Seeing them, the general breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that they had entered a safe zone.
"How is the war going?" asked the general.
The scout spoke in authentic grassland dialect, "The battle has just begun, and the Ming army is not looking good."
"That's good news." The general was overjoyed, thinking that the Khan must be in a very good mood at the moment, and that his timely delivery of food and grass was also a good sign, and he might get a generous reward.
His heart was burning with excitement, and he turned back to urge his subordinates, "Hurry up, maybe we can get some military merit."
He was eager to make achievements, but his subordinates were exhausted and just wanted to find a place to sleep.
The scout left.
Seeing his men being lazy, the general cursed, "Look back and see others grabbing the treasure, don't complain..."
The scouts followed the convoy northward until the entire convoy disappeared from sight.
The scouts immediately rode their horses to the left.
After galloping for three miles, we saw a group of grassland cavalry resting in front of us, with more than a thousand people.
The scout rode over, dismounted and reported: "Commander, the enemy has 2,000 horses and men with their baggage, but they look tired."
"Ha ha ha!" Amidst the sharp laughter, the general's fair face glowed redder. "This is our chance. Long Wilbur is indeed a good planner."
"Commander, when are we going to attack?" Several generals came over with burning eyes.
The general smiled and said, "We came here to give Altan a surprise. We are too far away from Altan's army now, and it will be difficult to achieve any results. Chief Weber said that the bigger the noise, the better. So we must set fire to it..."
The general was Ma Song.
At the beginning, Jiang Qingzhi asked them to act as imaginary enemies, and a thousand cavalrymen were trained strictly according to Altan's command, from armor and weapons, to language, to means of combat... complete imitation.
Ma Song said: "Eat dry food!"
A thousand riders ate their dry food in silence.
After eating and drinking, Ma Song thought it was about time, so he mounted his horse and said, "Let's go, follow me to kill people and set fire to people!"
A thousand riders galloped away like a whirlwind.
Halfway through the journey, they met the real scouts of Altan's tribe, and when they saw them, they asked where they were going.
Altan's army had 100,000 soldiers, and there were many cavalrymen wandering around. They came from different tribes and did not know each other at all.
Ma Song said: "I am ordered to be a scout."
The scout kindly reminded, "This is where the fighting is going to happen, be careful!"
"Haha! Thank you!" Ma Song said with a smile, and then galloped away with his men.
The scouts walked a long way away, and someone said, "That man's voice sounds a little strange."
"Very sharp."
"The skin is so white and tender."
The scouts looked at each other's faces, which were tanned by the autumn sun, and were filled with envy.
At this moment, the fair-skinned Ma Song had already seen the baggage train.
"They are our people." The escorting soldiers lazily watched the cavalry approaching.
"You are so lazy, you are not afraid of being attacked by the Ming army!"
"Sure enough, those who escorted the baggage are all trash!"
This cavalry unit was mocking the soldiers who were escorting the grain and fodder in authentic grassland dialect.
The general was furious and was about to scold him when Ma Song rode over and said, "Hey! I have something to ask you..."
"What's the matter?" the general asked coldly.
"Borrow something."
"what."
"Would you please lend us your head?"
Choking!
The light of the knife flashed.
When the general's head fell to the ground, he still looked dissatisfied.
"kill!"
Without intending to do so, Ma Song's men suddenly attacked right next to their opponent.
In less than a quarter of an hour, except for a hundred or so riders who escaped, Ma Song had almost wiped out all his opponents.
"Arson!"
Fireworks shot up into the sky. Ma Song laughed and said, "I wonder if Altan Khan will be happy about this surprise!"
(End of this chapter)
