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- The sky was gray, and scattered snowflakes were floating like catkins. They were blown up by the strong wind before they landed, and swirled in the air. .It was gray in front of us, and we could not see the scene ten steps away. The sky, earth and grassland were all white.
When Captain Amulon came from outside the tent, he brought with him a gust of cold wind carrying snowflakes, which dimmed the flames in the fire plate. There was a strong smell in the tent of fire smoke, sour men's sweat, sheep's irritation, and rough brewed spirits, mixed with the scent of precious sandalwood. The smell was so strong that it seemed to condense. Several Turkic kings sat in a circle on the carpet. They were roasting a fat sheep, cutting the fat lamb with sabers, and passing the roasted lamb legs around. You took a bite, I took a bite, and chatted affectionately.
Amulon bowed to the man sitting in the middle of the tent: "Holy Khan, your slave Amulon is here."
Khan raised his head. This is a middle-aged man with a rugged appearance. He has the unique Tatar squinty eyes and pie face. His face was a little red because he drank too much wine, and his yellow hair was messy on his head. His broad shoulders looked very powerful, showing an indestructible will and unchecked arrogance.
"Amulon, my eagle, come quickly and tell me, what good news have you brought me?"
Captain Amulon bowed deeply: "Master of the earth and sky, king of the grassland, your servants have brought the latest news: the evil wolves have entered the Wild Wolf Plains, and they will fall into the Khan's hands. Caught in a dragnet!"
Ashina Domon slapped his thick thigh hard, his red face showing an excited expression: "The Wei dogs are coming? Haha. They are indeed here! My eagle, tell me quickly, the Wei dogs are coming How many troops are there?"
"Report to the Khan, Wei Gou has arrived with 5,000 troops."
"Only five thousand troops?" Khan said with a look of pity on his face: "What a pity.
He threw away the roasted lamb leg in his hand. He stood up, his burly body towering far above everyone else.
"Who led these Wei dogs to attack us? Is it Wang Beixing from Fufeng?"
"No, wise Khan, here is Meng Ju, the new governor of Northern Xinjiang of Wei State."
Hearing Meng Ju's name, Khan frowned and his thick lips pursed slightly, looking a little surprised: "It's actually Meng Ju who came in person? The new governor of Northern Xinjiang. He only brought a few thousand soldiers and horses with him. Dare to come out of the fortress to provoke us? By God, this is really"
The Khan smacked his thick lips and shook his head. He stopped talking without finishing his thoughts.
Captain Amulon took over and said: "Mengju, that is just a mad dog. Since he has offended your divine power, Khan, he will bring about his own destruction!"
"Amulon, don't underestimate the enemy. Among those pagans, there are also warriors who cannot be underestimated. Meng Ju should be considered one. He is now a famous hero among those Wei dogs."
Amulon was solemn and asked: "Khan, since there are changes in the enemy's arrival, will our ambush change? Do we need to inform the Mohan Department of this news?"
?Original. Wang Zhang only expected that Wang Beixing would lead a brigade to attack, but what he didn't expect was Meng Ju leading five thousand elite soldiers - the Khan hesitated slightly. Then, he shook his head resolutely: "The ambush remains the same. There is no need to notify the Mohan Department."
"But in this case, the casualties of the Mohan tribe will be huge" Amulon was about to say more, but when he saw Khan's stern eyes, he immediately stopped speaking - of course he understood the key point. If the Mohan tribe knew that they were going to resist not just a border army brigade, but elite troops led by the governor of Northern Xinjiang, there was no guarantee that the Mohan tribe wouldn't be afraid to escape. If there is no bait like Mohanbu, how can we catch the main force of the Wei army?
"As long as Meng Ju is eliminated and this elite army is eliminated, the Dongping army will exist in name only. Wei Gou's so-called six towns in northern Xinjiang will also completely collapse. Without the six towns, the road to the Southern Dynasties will be in front of us. Completely open. For this, what does a mere Mohan tribe mean?"
Khan looked at Amulon sternly, and the latter lowered his head to show his obedience: There was no other way to sacrifice the Mohan tribe for Khan's plan.
"Who lives and who dies, everything is the will of God. God is above and has already made arrangements. Amulon, where are the Wei dogs now?"
Captain Amulon hesitated slightly: He only knew that the Wei army arrived at the Wild Wolf Plains three days ago. They were going around in circles outside the Mohan tribe, eating a small tribe today and fighting again tomorrow. Drop a few scouts. Because the Wei army was all cavalry and maneuvered at high speeds. They were vicious and left no one alive among the tribes they encountered along the way. Therefore, it is not an easy task to judge their whereabouts. We can only judge from the corpses and scorched earth left behind. Come to judge.
He said vaguely: "Khan, The Wei dogs arrived at Yelangyuan three days ago. They did not attack Mohan directly, but they kept going around and around in the periphery. They should be lingering there now. "
"We have to keep an eye on them! We have to keep an eye on them like an eagle looking at a wolf. We have to send more scouts out to keep an eye on them!"
Khan said so, but after a while, he changed his mind: "Wait a minute! Send too many scouts out, which will alert them - let them continue to dilly-dally over there. No matter how they dawdle, They will eventually attack the Mohan tribe. As long as the fighting starts over there, the Wei dogs will be held back by the Mohan tribe, and we will naturally be able to catch them."
"Holy Khan, your wisdom is as profound as the blue sky, and your decisiveness is better than the sharpest sword! Under your leadership, we will be invincible!"
The Khan said affectionately: "Amulon, my eagle, you have been running back and forth in this snowy day for our important event, and you are tired! Come on, have a glass of good wine with your brothers, Warm your bones!"
Seeing the Khan getting close to the captain of ten thousand men, the generals of the king's tent also showed goodwill to him. They gave up the place where they were sitting and greeted warmly: "Brother Amulon, come and have a drink! This is the best knife wine, a fine wine brought back from the Southern Dynasties. After a drink, you will know what the earth is like." It¡¯s heaven!¡±
Everyone is so enthusiastic and sincere. Amulon didn't refuse, took off his coat and sat with the crowd, picked up the wine and started drinking. After a while, the Khan summoned the singer and the piano player. The singers sang and danced in the tent, and in a blink of an eye, the king's tent turned into a carnival party.
It¡¯s not just the king¡¯s tent who is drinking and having fun. Because it was windy and snowy, the shepherds in each tent followed suit, drinking and having fun. In this windy and snowy day, what else could everyone do besides hiding in the tent to warm themselves by the fire, drink and have fun? Soldiers and horses from all walks of life raised up tens of thousands of voices and began to sing songs. The horses galloped between the tents, raising dusty snow. Groups of herdsmen, heated by inferior alcohol, were playing and shouting in the wind and snow. Laughing, singing and dancing, getting drunk.
In the afternoon, the snow became heavier. Dull thunder rolled across the sky. Lightning like golden snakes tore through the cloud-covered sky. Hearing the thunder, the Khan and his generals played more and more energetically.
The generals in the king's tent were laughing and playing, drinking till the sky was dark. Some people drank so much that they became unconscious and fell to the ground like stones; some people drank so much that they foamed at the mouth. Lying on the carpet, he was convulsing; some people were drinking loudly and making loud noises; even Ashina Tumon. The dignified Khan was no exception. He took off his coat and was shirtless. He was surrounded by a group of beauties. He held this one with his left hand and another with his right hand, playing and teasing. His face lost the usual majesty. What remains is debauchery and drunkenness.
The thunder became louder, rumbling, one after another, and the thunderbolts struck one after another, as if even the earth was shaking.
Suddenly, Khan opened his hazy drunken eyes. He pushed Mei Ji aside and shouted: "Quiet, please just be quiet!"
But the huqin and the Qiang flute were playing in unison, the generals were already drunk, and the singing girls were having a happy party with their arms around the beautiful girl. Who could hear the shouts of the Khan? After shouting twice and being ignored, Khan became angry. He jumped up, grabbed the huqin from the hands of the musicians, and suddenly smashed it on the table, making a loud "bang" sound.
"Just be quiet! What is that sound?"
Everyone looked over one after another and shut up in surprise. At this time, everyone felt something was wrong: the thunder was dense and low, and the rumbles became one continuous one.
The Khan suddenly jumped off the couch, stepped on the carpet with his bare feet and rushed to the door of the tent. He opened the curtain and immediately felt the cold wind and fine snow blowing in his face.
Khan rushed straight into the snow, shirtless and barefoot, and the generals in the tent were shocked.
¡°Dahan, come back quickly, don¡¯t freeze your body!¡±
???????????????????????????????????? Everyone rushed up to pull Khan back, but Khan was like a wood carving and clay sculpture, standing stiffly, and everyone couldn't pull him to move. Khan raised his hand and pointed far ahead. His lips were trembling and he couldn't say a word.
Following the direction of Khan¡¯s finger, everyone looked over and were also stunned.
In the misty distance, a black line appeared on the horizon, and a group of soldiers and horses were approaching rapidly. The black armor, black flag, black people and horses, galloping war horses, and galloping battle armor were composed of steel and gunpowder This black river tide is undulating and rushing, like a black lightning, tearing a road between the white sky and the earth!
With the cover of the wind, snow and thunder, the Wei army had rushed so close!
Until then, a sharp and sharp whistle sounded, waking me up.Everyone is like a wooden chicken. The Khan turned around, his face twisted ferociously, and he growled sharply: "By God, this is a catastrophe! Hurry, everyone return to their own troops! Amulon, you lead the king's tent When the soldiers go, be sure to block them, even for a short time!"
Their hands and feet were weak from drinking, but all the kings and generals knew that this was a moment of life and death. They all spread out and ran towards their tents. Warning whistles sounded rapidly in all directions of the camp at the same time: "Beep¡ª¡ª Beep¡ª¡ª" The leaders of each tent ran back and forth, shouting loudly: "Warriors, pick up your weapons and mount your horses! Hurry up and put on your battle armor! Wei Gouzi is coming to kill!"
Suddenly, panic gripped everyone. The drunken herdsmen soldiers were running around like headless flies. Someone shouted: "The day of death is here!" The disturbed horses were running around and kicking. Many of the shepherd soldiers drank so much that they were unable to stand steadily and could not climb onto their mounts. The entire royal tent camp was like an ant nest that had been overturned. The crowd was agitated and it was chaos.
Meng Ju already knew before the attack. Trapped near the Wild Wolf Hill in the Wild Wolf Field is the Mohan Tribe of the Turkic Demon Clan. This is a large tribe of over ten thousand people, with three thousand to five thousand soldiers. But he had another idea: thousands of herdsmen alone. Why is the Mohan Ministry so bold and dares to go deep into the border wall warning zone to provoke northern Xinjiang? You must know that Dongping Town alone has over ten thousand soldiers and thousands of battle armors. This kind of force is definitely not something that a mere Mohan tribe can withstand.
What is the reason that makes the Mohan tribe dare to risk genocide and enter the border wall warning zone to stay permanently? Is it just because of the lush aquatic plants in the border area? Obviously, this reason is not enough.
Because of Wang Beixing¡¯s reminder, Meng Ju had doubts from the beginning. then. He was extra cautious along the way, consciously searching for clues, searching the herdsmen tribes along the way, and extracting confessions. From various clues. He became more and more firm in his suspicion: the Mohan tribe did not enter the border wall area alone, and behind them, there were also the main troops of the Turkic tribe following them.
Experienced military veterans all know that the reason why an ambush is successful is not because the ambush is hidden. Most of the time it's just because the opponent doesn't think they exist. But on the other hand, as long as the existence of the ambush is confirmed, it is not difficult to find the location of the ambush.
For Meng Ju. This makes it easier to determine: the ambush must be within half a day's journey of the Mohan tribe, otherwise when the Mohan tribe is attacked. They would be too late to rescue and ambush. It must be within fifty miles of the Mohan tribe and a place where it is convenient to hide soldiers and horses - Meng Ju asked the guides who were familiar with the local terrain. They all said in unison: "The only place like this is Qinggu Valley!"
So, Dongping soldiers and horses turned around and pounced. They passed through Luohe Plains and Yelang Plains. They bypassed the Mohan tribe who were grazing and went straight to the Qing Valley. In order to keep the secret, the army passed by without any trace of human beings. Along the way, all the herdsmen tribes who encountered this group of soldiers and horses suffered disaster. After asking for their confessions, Wei Jun left no one alive and simply let them die under the sword.
In three days, Dongping soldiers and horses traveled 220 miles continuously and arrived outside Qinggu Valley in the early morning of December 1st.
"Green Valley" is said to be a valley, but in fact it is not, it is just an undulating land formed by a line of rolling hills. Because of the undulating hills and lush woods, it is indeed a good place to hide soldiers and horses on the grassland. Seeing the large traces of human feet and horse dung outside the valley, even the most stubborn people believed Meng Ju's statement: There were indeed a large number of Turkic soldiers and horses hidden in this valley.
Dongping's soldiers and horses only rested outside the hilly area for an hour. Then, Meng Ju immediately rushed in - without sending scouts or forwards, he just rushed in. This determination to burn everything and leave no escape route made The most seasoned generals were astonished.
The Khan¡¯s royal tent was not hidden. Dongping soldiers and horses bypassed a hill and bush, and soon discovered the continuous tents on the horizon and the Turks¡¯ golden wolf flag. Just at this time, the sky was filled with dense clouds, thunder was rumbling, wind and snow were blowing, the sky was dark and the ground was dark, and it was impossible to see anything more than twenty steps away. Seeing this scene, all the soldiers in the army were in high spirits, convinced that the Wei army was protected by heaven and would win this battle.
They are all veterans who have experienced hundreds of battles. Needless to say, Meng Ju gave a few orders and the battle sequence was immediately arranged. Wang Hu led 300 heavy battle armors and deployed them in the center line. On the left wing was Xu Haojie's fast light battle armor. , the right wing is a group of fast armored fighters led by Qi Peng, while Meng Juqin leads a hundred armored fighters on the second line. Although the camps in front of him stretched for more than ten miles, Meng Ju firmly believed that with the elite thousands of battle armors under his command, he was enough to destroy all enemies, even if the herdsmen had hundreds of thousands of soldiers and horses, they would not be afraid.
Facing the troops and horses in formation, Meng Ju made a very simple mobilization: "Kill them fiercely, for us and for the sake of our children, and let those sheep dung-eating barbarians die!"
AfternoonAt that time, the Dongping Army circled out from behind the hidden hills. The army spread its wings, and the black tide of armor surged toward the royal tent like a wanton iron stream. The army rushed two miles away, and then a rapid warning whistle sounded in the king's tent, and then thousands of demon cavalry poured out, with only a few battle armors mixed in between. They didn't form a formation, they just came forward in a chaotic manner, firing arrows in the distance. The arrows flew over like a shower and hit the armor, making a clanging sound.
But the heavy armors were not damaged - the heavy tiger-style battle armor, which is a killing weapon specially made for charging into formations and breaking through cities, how could it be injured by stray arrows? Amidst the rumbling, the heavy armored brigade rushed forward and swooped forward. The bright white sword light rolled forward like a wall, the sounds of wails and screams were heard intensively, and the light of blood rose into the sky. The shepherd soldiers in the first row were cut into two pieces, including their men and their horses. In front of that heavy hundred swords, neither armor nor shield were vulnerable to a single blow. Every time a hundred knives fall, there will always be blood and screams.
In the face of the overwhelming power of the battle armor, the demon soldiers and horses could not withstand it. They were pressed back step by step. They were killed and their bodies were scattered all over the field. Even though they put in their best efforts and made the most determined sacrifices, they still failed. He couldn't even stop the Doukai's progress for a moment. Just like a child cannot stop the progress of a giant, stepping on the bloody corpses of their men and horses, the Doukai team rushed forward, the unstoppable force pushing and pressing them. They retreated back to the main camp until there was no way to retreat.
?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? After all the bravest and most determined warriors of the royal camp died tragically under Wei Jun¡¯s sword, the remaining demon soldiers could no longer resist. They shouted loudly: "Run for your lives!" They threw away their weapons, swords and spears in despair. They fled backwards in a swarm. But both wings were blocked by the Wei army's light battle armor. They had nowhere to escape and could only rush towards their own camp.
Those thousands of fleeing herdsmen burst out with tremendous power at the moment of life and death. Suddenly, the railings on the outside of their tent were knocked over and knocked down, and they rushed through their civilian area. They knocked over their own tents and trampled their women and children with their horses. He ran back desperately, not even daring to look back at the black demons chasing after him.
The resistance of these thousands of herdsmen cavalry was the only organized resistance encountered by the Chinese soldiers and horses in this battle. They fled back to their camp, and the Wei army's armor followed them, and the battle continued in the camp.
When Meng Ju led his guards and horses into the camp, he saw a hell-like scene of chaos and chaos. The screaming and fleeing crowd was filled with darkness, and the sky was covered with high-pitched screams. Countless tents were burning in the fire, billowing black smoke pillars rose into the sky, and heat waves rolled in from the raging fire.
There were shouts everywhere: "Wei Gou is coming, run away!"
The Wei army's battle armor and cavalry formed a wide front. They advanced slowly, just like shepherds waving whips to drive away the sheep. They were also driving away the crowd. The demon civilians all over the mountains and plains were forced towards the camp. deep. Forced by the cavalry and battle armor behind them and on the left and right wings, thousands of demon civilians had no other way out but to flee forward, because if they fled a little slower, the Wei army behind them would be chopped off with a single blow. , no mercy.
Driven by this group of black gods of death, the people fleeing for their lives were like a violent current. The campfires were trampled out, the tents were collapsed, the fences were washed down, and the carriages were overturned. As long as people fall down a little, they will never stand up again and will only be trampled to death by others. People just trampled on the corpses and fled, shouting at the heaven and the earth.
Thousands of shepherds, men, women and children, cried and begged, falling and crawling to the ground to escape, their cries shaking the sky. These fleeing men and women were like a flood, scattering the herdsmen who were still gathering and destroying their fighting spirit. Seeing the overwhelming number of women and children being driven and slaughtered by the Wei army, even the bravest and most determined demon warriors will lose all their spirits. Thinking that their wives and children are also in danger, who can fight with peace of mind?
When this disaster strikes, everyone knows that the most important thing is to be with their families and protect their wives and children. The shepherd soldiers fled the team one after another and ran back to their camps. Although military orders came frequently and the leaders waved their whips and roared loudly, no one paid attention to them. In many places, only a few soldiers were willing to respond to the orders. Several people, and even some of the herdsmen who had assembled dispersed in a rush. The entire royal camp was defeated, and there was no longer any resistance. More and more herdsmen and horses were involved in the fleeing crowd and dispersed.
Seeing the poor performance of the Turkic King's tent, the generals of the Dongping Army were deeply incredulous: Is such a scattered and vulnerable mob really the enemy that has threatened northern Xinjiang for decades? In the past few decades, have we been suppressed and beaten by such a weak enemy?
Meng Ju isThose who know the reason: The Demon Tribe implements a system of integrating soldiers and civilians. When the Turkic herdsmen mount their horses, they become warriors, and when they dismount, they become civilians. Their combat troops and their families are not separated. Such a system can certainly enable the demons to mobilize a large number of soldiers during combat, but because of this, once they encounter an unprepared crisis, it is difficult for them to assemble and they appear to be very fragile - this is the difference between a militia and a professional standing army. .
When fighting favorable conditions such as bullying civilians, hunting down women and children, and plundering treasures, herdsmen and horses can be very cruel and bloodthirsty, and even appear to be braver than the Wei army; but once the situation is unfavorable, the militiamen are not tough enough and lack organization. The shortcomings will be exposed.
Seeing that the enemy's performance is so miserable, all Dongping troops will become more and more wanton. Everyone has been in Northern Xinjiang for a long time. Who doesn¡¯t have a blood feud between brothers, and who doesn¡¯t have hatred for the demons?
Revenge and annihilate the enemy. Since the opportunity for revenge is now, who is willing to fall behind?
Excited drumbeats sounded intensively, and the massacre began. The soldiers and horses from all walks of life no longer followed leisurely. Groups of battle armors and cavalry suddenly accelerated their speed and rushed towards the crowd. They brandished hundreds of knives and bayonet spears and harvested human lives. Every time soldiers and horses pass by, like a boat crossing the sea, they will create a wave of flesh and blood in the crowd.
At this moment, cries and begging for mercy were heard loudly, but the Wei army had already killed them with a heart of stone, and no one would be soft-hearted. The massacre unfolded on the grassland, in the woods, and in the wilderness. The soldiers of the Wei army were killed until their arms were weak and their swords were curled up. There were corpses and screams everywhere. On the way of the demon tribe's escape, human corpses accumulated. In a heap, they were either trampled to death by their own people or hacked to death by the Wei army.
The massacre started in the afternoon and continued until night. It was not until night enveloped the earth that the soldiers and horses from all walks of life returned one after another. Seeing this plain of death that spread for more than ten miles, even the victors felt horrified by their achievements.
That night, Dongping soldiers and horses withdrew from Qinggu Valley overnight and camped on the grassland to sleep for the night. The next morning, Meng Jucai arranged for all troops to go in to clean up the battlefield.
It goes without saying that the Khan's treasury, baggage, and arsenal must be confiscated, but even this cannot hinder the soldiers' enthusiasm to clean up the battlefield: the Turkic herdsmen fled in panic, and they left behind in their accounts A lot of gold and silver jewelry, these were ill-gotten gains plundered by the Turkic tribes from south, and now they all benefited the Wei army. The officers turned a blind eye to these scattered trophies, and no one would prevent their subordinates, who had been through life and death, from making a small fortune.
After the war, Meng Ju summoned his generals to tally the results. The subordinates all disagreed on how many enemies were annihilated yesterday, but they all believed that the number would not be less than 50,000. In fact, Meng Ju and his generals underestimated their victory: the Turkic King's tent originally had The population is 150,000, including more than 40,000 soldiers alone. But after experiencing the Battle of Qinggu Valley, the number of demons who were able to escape from this massacre with their lives was less than 20,000.
Before the war, Meng Ju originally planned to capture or kill Ashina Tumen in this battle, so as to completely nip this future big trouble in the bud. But after witnessing the entire battle with his own eyes, he put aside this idea - as far as he could see with his own eyes, almost all of the Turkic King's tent was destroyed here. After suffering such a devastating blow, even if Ashina Tumen was lucky enough to escape from the horrific chaos, but without his trusted tribe, soldiers and horses, he would be almost dead even if he was alive.
Friends went back to their hometowns one after another during the National Day. They had too many social activities and still couldn't pay off their debts. . . The pig will figure it out! . .
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