Chapter 622 Shaman and Monk

What kind of war does Zhu Qizhen imagine?

When the heavenly soldiers arrived, all the enemies were slaughtered. Xian Xiao'er knelt down in front of him and swore that he would never dare to cross the border again in this life and do his duty of "respecting and obeying the king".

Or it could simply be like what Grandpa Cheng did in his first and subsequent three northern expeditions, where the enemy fled before they even encountered him, abandoning his cattle and sheep along the way, resulting in his tribe being separated and torn apart.

It's a pity that he is not the ancestor of Ming Dynasty, and the Ming army is no longer the invincible army it once was.

A group of Tatar cavalry trampled among the defeated army, slaughtering them wantonly. Those hounds like prairie wolves were even more ferocious. They could bite through a person's calf bone in one bite.

More Tatar cavalry were wandering on both sides of the defeated army, like shepherds driving their sheep, driving the defeated army to counterattack the Ming army's camp.

The chief of the Mahar tribe had a sneer on his face. The Ming army was good at fighting stupid battles and forging strongholds. But in this situation, no matter how many traps you set up in the camp to resist horses, if these defeated troops are charged, nothing will be left. What happened?

"Follow the defeated army of the Southern Dynasty and charge forward, kill all these Southerners!"

A Tatar general shouted an order and led his troops to press forward.

Including Yexian, many Tatars who were driven from the south still regarded the Ming Dynasty as a separatist regime and regarded themselves as the Northern Dynasty. They thought about returning to the south and returning to the colorful world instead of the northern grasslands. Suffering from this bitter cold.

However, when the Tatar general rushed into the camp, he discovered that the defeated army was spreading to both sides like running water. It was not that they still maintained their sanity, but that in front of them was a camp within a camp composed of vehicle fortresses and trenches.

The trench was limited by the lack of supplies. Although there were no wooden wedges, iron caltrops or other traps, it was still very high and deep and difficult to cross. They had no choice but to follow the defeated army and rush towards both sides of this "camp within a camp". .

However, after running for a while, they were shot at by the Ming troops on the camp, causing heavy casualties, so they had to retreat in a hurry.

The British Duke Zhang Fu was seventy years old, wearing a sword, standing on a Wugang chariot, and shouted: "Fire the gun!"

The flags were waved and a hundred fires were fired, and more than ten Tatars were shot down immediately.

"Set them with fire arrows!"

The Tartar generals roared angrily, and they lit the arrows and fired them. Since they were not special fire arrows, they were extinguished in mid-air. However, the arrowheads burned red, and the cloth wrapped around them also had embers, which ignited shortly after they landed on the Ming army's tent. A raging fire.

However, the Ming army had a large number of people and quickly extinguished several fires with sand and soil. A few scattered small fires were not harmful at all and could not form a prairie fire.

"Fire the gun!"

When an arrow struck, Zhang Fu remained unmoved, standing on the spot observing the battle. Two highly skilled guards immediately shot down the arrow.

The Ming army launched small copper cannons one after another, filled the cannons with shells and gunpowder, and lit the fuse at the tail end to fire.

This kind of copper mortar was filled with iron sand, and it flew into the air and fell like raindrops. The Tatars and hounds were hit by it, and they immediately turned into sieves. The screams were so horrifying that all the Tatars retreated.

In addition, there are several improved and miniaturized copper mortars dating from the late Yuan Dynasty that shoot iron balls like trebuchets.

An iron ball directly pierced the belly of a Tatar general's horse, tearing out a large piece of internal organs. The whole war horse suddenly lost a piece of the puzzle and crashed into the trench. The Tatar general on top smashed his head down, and soon There was no sound.

The Shenji Battalion fired several more rounds of muskets and killed hundreds of enemies. Seeing that the Ming army's camp could not be taken down in a short time, the chief of the Mahar tribe withdrew his soldiers and shouted to urge the tribesmen recruited from below to come up. Eat lead.

Zhang Fu's face was as dark as water. He was a veteran of Jingnan. He had led the army to conquer Annan and followed Zhu Di on several northern expeditions to the Tatars. Although he was old and frail now, he was definitely a famous general. He knew very well that the war situation was in danger.

The Shenji Battalion can still use a limited amount of gunpowder, and the same is true for arrows. If the Tatars attack recklessly, they can still lose both sides and find a good opportunity for His Majesty to break out. But now it seems that the Tatars are not fooled at all.

These grassland tribesmen, Jurchen servants and soldiers are basically expendable items.

He clenched the sword in his hand and murmured in a low voice: "I regret that I drew my sword and killed the traitor when I was in the palace."

He is a veteran of the four dynasties, married to the imperial family, and close to the country. But now he can only watch this disaster happen. Move it.

Move south, move south.

Throughout the dynasties, after the imperial court moved south, are there any examples of the imperial court returning?

"Master, sir, look!"

The personal guard beside him suddenly exclaimed.

Deep in the Chinese army camp, Wang Zhen, who was looking far away, also had a look of surprise on his face: "Your Majesty, your Majesty, look!"

"The Oara Hou army is in chaos, and our army is also mobilizing. Reinforcements must be coming!"

Zhu Qizhen was overjoyed, but he still couldn't believe it: "General Fan, you are watching the movements of the Wala people, but reinforcements are coming?"

"That's how it should be."

Fan Zhong's voice was a little low. Although he was very reluctant to speak for Wang Zhen, Wang Zhen's judgment was indeed correct. The mobilization of troops and horses by the Wala people should undoubtedly be blocking their own reinforcements.

Fan Zhong's judgment made Zhu Qizhen breathe a sigh of relief.

"Okay, okay, okay!"

Zhu Qizhen said three good words in a row.

Nothing can describe the excitement in his heart,

"Lotha, this Lothar has lived up to my esteem. I will remember him for his meritorious service and include the country of Kazakhstan as a country that our Ming Dynasty will never conquer. I will give him a reward, a big reward, and make him the Duke of the country! Let's do that! He is Shang Diji!”

Zhu Qizhen was even a little incoherent when he spoke.

Fan Zhong lowered his head and thought to himself that the country of Kazakhstan is said to be further away than the country of Timur. It is located in the west of Taiyuan, and it has to be within reach if it is to be conquered. Unless the whole country of Kazakhstan is covered with mountains of gold and silver seas, otherwise it will be full of troubles. How could Chao Wenwu agree to your conquest of a country so far away?

On the hillside, looking at the dark Tatar army all over the mountains and plains, and the Ming army below who abandoned their helmets and armor and fled desperately to the hillside, Lothar sighed softly:

"Has it only been twenty years since Zhu Di conquered the Tatars in the north?"

Lothar turned around and looked at Ye Buhuan Xiaoqi beside her.

Even if he didn't close the flag at night, he didn't dare to care about the disrespect in Lothar's words, and responded in a low voice: "Twenty-five years ago."

In twenty-five years, the invincible Ming army has become like this.

Among them were the lack of food and water and insufficient logistics, but Lothar still felt that the Ming army had fought too badly in this battle.

"From ancient times to the present, there has been no country that has not been destroyed, and there has been no country that has not failed to dig its grave."

Lothar sighed and looked back at his followers. They were stained with blood, panting, and their soldiers were very fast. Lothar was supplemented by Tatar horses along the way, and they came almost without any horse power.

He didn't say anything, just silently raised the golden lance in his hand.

The cavalrymen behind him followed suit one after another, raising their guns like a forest.

Kite flag, square flag, like flying birds.

Although the enemy was outnumbered and we were outnumbered, the soldiers under Lothar never asked how many enemy troops there were, only where they were.

"drive!"

He gently pinched the horse's belly.

The leader started running slowly down the hillside as if on an outing.

Flying double-headed eagles and crusader flags buzzed in the cold wind.

Wala Zhongjun.

"Are they those bastards? Where is Polo? Where are his tribesmen?"

"They were scattered. His Highness Polo died in battle."

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

Ye Xian's face was full of disbelief. He knew that being able to annihilate all the enemies of the Alazhi Academy should not be underestimated, but that was Polo, his biological brother from the same mother, a recognized leader in the Oara tribe and even on the grassland. The first warrior.

The messenger showed fear: "They cast evil spells and summoned a monster."

"Let Boyantu Shaman come over!"

The shaman soon came to Ye Xian. He was different from the old-fashioned shaman that ordinary people imagined wearing a human bone necklace. He wore a white robe, rode a white horse, and wore an eagle feather on his head. , with a plateau red face, looking a bit heroic.

The Tatars believe in both Buddhism and Shamanism. This primitive belief shared by almost all nomadic peoples has extremely strong vitality. Shamanism still occupies an important place in the Yuan Dynasty.

The person who came was a shaman who had passed through nine levels, and his strength was extraordinary.

He also asked first: "Master, didn't you once say that Polo was protected by a dragon? How could he be killed by the enemy?"

"I only said that Polo was protected by a demonic dragon, but I never said it was a dragon."

The shaman shook his head.

"What's the difference between the two?"

"Grand Master, just think that this monster dragon is not strong enough."

"This lewd bastard can even kill a monster dragon. Is there any way to deal with it?"

"I have figured out what is coming. Thanks to the praise of the Immortal Heaven, it will not be difficult to destroy it."

Boyantu Shaman nodded slightly.

Right now, Shamanism and Buddhism are fighting fiercely, and they are both vying for these believers on the grasslands. Buddhism is lucky, and it has the base of the plateau. If they continue to retreat, they will really disappear in the long river of history.

After all, those remaining khanates in the West have all converted to the Green Sect, and it is too difficult to compete with them.

Therefore, you must show your value.

Shamanism is not a sect in the standard sense, but a primitive religion based on pantheistic beliefs. For example, many nomadic peoples regard the sky as the supreme god, but they have different names for the sky, so in In many documents, it is translated as "Eternal Life", as if the early Turks, Huns, and Cumans, who were obviously far apart from each other, all had the same belief as the Tatars.

In fact, nomadic tribes in various places may believe in immortality, but their sacrificial methods and legends are different.

He also nodded slightly: "Master Boyantu, next, I will send Boyan Timur to personally lead five thousand elites to protect your safety. I must kill all these lustful Husbands who are plotting to murder my brother."

Boyantu was noncommittal and silently glanced at the red-robed lama wearing a human bone necklace on the other side.

"Master Sanjie can go with Master Boyantu. I also want to see which of the two sects has higher magic power."

The red-robed lama, who had always had a low sense of presence, opened his eyes and glanced into the distance. He realized that what was rushing down the hillside was not a general wearing a golden mask at all, but an extremely ferocious and huge black dragon. He couldn't help but look at it. Showing bitterness.

"The poor monk is willing to go."