Chapter 495: The Holy Decree Comes in the Midst of the Military Song

Arutai is not a man who is discouraged after a defeat. He considered himself to have one of the greatest virtues of the Mongols, which was their indomitable tenacity. However, in this attack on Xiaoxiao Xinghe, he not only suffered the biggest defeat since Yongle was defeated in the hands of Emperor Zhu Di of the Ming Dynasty in the eighth year, but also had to retreat in a hurry without any gain.

If the military flag is damaged, it can be done again, this level of humiliation is not a thing at all on the grassland, and it is enough to regain face on another day; There is nothing to be disappointed about when the next fire in Xinghe Fort burned down hundreds of people, and when the time comes, it is enough to rob the population and herdsmen; However, his eldest son, his most important eldest son, lost his pinch and died! At this time, Uliangha actually sent news that the Taiping and Vulture Polo of Warat had taken advantage of the fire to rob him, preparing to attack his hinterland and rob his children of their wealth!

Ab on the side saw that Arutai's face was pale, so he quietly asked Seleben next to him, "Why did my father send someone to shoot such a thing on Xinghe Fort?" ”

The most important marriage of the Mongolian people, Seleben's identity was originally not worthy of Arutai's daughter Zhuomuya, but because he was indeed a rare warrior, he made an exception to marry that noble wife. It's just that he has always been close to the pinch, and he watched the pinching swallow his last breath last night, and he hasn't come to his senses yet. It wasn't until Abu asked again that he suddenly woke up and realized that only this second prince would inherit his father-in-law's great cause in the future.

After all, the eldest of those little princes is only five years old, who knows if they will grow up and what will happen in the future?

So, he immediately changed to a respectful expression: "Second prince, the habit of the Han people is to leave an oath to make a comeback even if they lose, and this arrow book of the Taishi should be to remind himself not to forget this revenge." It's just that now that our feud Warat people have raised an army, we can only let go of this place and return to the division to attack directly, defeat them first and then come back to take revenge. Anyway, Xinghe has never been able to run there, and he is not afraid that he will not find a place for revenge in the future. ”

Ab thought this was far-fetched, but he was very satisfied with Seleben's attitude. He didn't have much jealousy and resentment about his eldest brother, but after the grief of losing his brother, the taste of being looked up to made him feel happy. As his father's successor, he will be the first person in the future Azout tribe, and if nothing else, he will have far more cattle and sheep and women and herdsmen than before, and have more fertile pastures.

Big brother, I'll enjoy it with you!

The Mongols retreated from four directions at the same time, and the soldiers on the four walls of Xinghe Fort suddenly let out earth-shattering cheers. Although there have been countless such cheers before, this one was the most intense. Due to the delay in the arrival of reinforcements, there were many dead and wounded in the city, and everyone was even prepared to hold on to the harsh winter, but they did not expect to wait for the retreat of the Tartars so quickly. At this moment, Zhang Yue smiled slightly, turned his head to Zheng Pingyuan and said: "Yesterday's military song is so easy for everyone to memorize, since the Tartars are walking so fast this time, let's use this song to send them on the road!" ”

When Zheng Pingyuan heard this, he nodded again and again, and Zhou Bailing was even more radiant. Having summoned a few of his own soldiers to come over, he let one of them stand on the battlement with a loud voice. Suddenly, a slightly hoarse singing voice spread out in all directions.

"The iron hoof rises and besieges the city,

The dead give up their lives in reluctance;

The cold knife is bright and the arrows are like rain,

Warriors take the chieftains;

The battle flag is raised and the Tartars are proud,

God-given God shoots and destroys Daxu;

The wind and snow are cold at night,

The divine fire is raging, and Rui Zhiteng is ruined;

The enemy is like a thief and a rat,

I defend my nation with my body. ”

These people sang these eight simple lyrics in one breath, and the sergeants who had learned the words a few times yesterday also sang along, and the loud military song echoed in the air, and for a time the momentum in the city was like a rainbow, and the people in the city were panicked. Even Arutai, who has made up his mind to make a comeback day by day, can't help but grit his old teeth when he hears these lyrics clearly.

"Damn!"

Abominable or unwilling, the Mongols withdrew as quickly as they came, leaving in a blink of an eye the mess on all sides of Xinghe Fort and the traces of the iron hooves trampling it. However, the singing in Xinghe Fort did not stop, and the soldiers who had been suppressed for more than ten days did not care about their hoarse throats, no matter how tired they were, no matter how tired they were, no matter how cold the wind poured into their mouths, they just sang blindly over and over again, and everyone felt their blood boiling.

On November 11, Arutai withdrew his troops, and when he heard that King Taiping and King Balpolo of Anle wanted to raise troops to attack the rear, they abandoned their baggage and rushed back day and night. When Xuanfu sent troops to a town, from Zhangjiakou Fort to aid Xinghe, after meeting the palace Horqin Department, Xuanfu left guard commanded Yue Jiayuan and Baoding Hou eldest son Meng Jun led the army to cover up, beheaded more than 200 levels, won countless baggage, worried about the poor Kou Mo chase, and then returned to Xinghe.

There will probably only be such a fluttering stroke left in the history books, but for Meng Jun, who encountered a real war for the first time in his life, this trip was not as easy as imagined - although he was the eldest son of the Marquis of Baoding, he was not as good as Yue Jiayuan in military rank, plus he remembered to learn two words, so he did not go beyond the bounds. While following the crowd in pursuit, he cut off the head of a Tartar with a single sword, completing the first murder of his own hands in his life. It was only when he learned from the captives that the Arutai army had just left not long ago, and he immediately felt a cold sweat on his back, and once again understood that every decision on the battlefield was fatal.

Yesterday the Tartars had just withdrawn, and today the reinforcements arrived, and the defenders in Xinghe Fort were naturally rejoicing. Although Yue Jiayuan, the commander of the left guard of Xuanfu who led the troops, had heard the previous rumors, this time he had witnessed the scorched black traces under the city wall, saw the countless sword slashing marks and arrow marks on the city wall, and then heard the high singing from time to time, his half-believing mind had already flown to the country of Clawwa. However, what made him sigh even more were the three people in front of him.

Zheng Ping was originally a thousand households in Xinghe guarding the Thousand Households, and this time it was just a meritorious service; Zhou Bailing is an experienced Qianhu in Beijing, and this time it happened that he would help a lot, which is also normal; But Zhang Yue, who is polite and polite, is dressed in a military costume at the moment, not only did not lag behind this time, but also made great achievements, which is really impressive.

"Now the chief soldier guarding the Xuanfu is Wu'anhou, and Xing'anbo has been transferred back. Sent several groups of probe horses before, the result was probably folded in the hands of the Tartars, until a few days ago we didn't know the situation here, Wu Anhou immediately asked people to rush to report to the Beijing division with 800 li, and the sergeant of the three towns of Xuanfu was even bigger that day, and gave the two departments of Wara to make a dismount. If you hadn't dragged Arutai this time, those two had only been defeated two years ago, and they might not really be willing to join forces to attack! Now it's okay, let them go dog eat dog, and wait for the emperor to start the spring expedition to the north, and this north can be decided by a war! If it weren't for that Adetaiji's fast run, we might have been able to capture him and present him to the emperor......"

Yue Jiayuan spoke energetically, but the three people on the other side listened absent-mindedly. Zheng Pingyuan thought that when Wu'an Hou Zheng Heng returned, he might have a bright future; Zhou Bailing thought that he was working hard this time, and he would finally be able to go further with his military merits; And Zhang Yue sighed in his heart when he heard the three words dog eat dog, the Arutai generation of heroes, it is unknown whether they can go back safely this time, compared with the previous appearance of the Tatars showing off their might under the city, things in this world are really changeable.

Meng Jun didn't want to brag about the previous encounter, he really didn't think there was anything to brag about, so he immediately coughed lightly and interrupted: "By the way, what about Wang Dushuai?" ”

Hearing this, Zhang Yue saw that Zhou Bailing and Zheng Pingyuan's faces darkened, so he sighed and said: "The vanguard Tartar is powerful, and even prepared a large siege vehicle. ”

"Wang Dushuai died in battle?" Yue Jiayuan stopped talking suddenly, his face was stunned at first, then thoughtful, and then suddenly realized, and couldn't help but shake his head again and again, "I didn't expect Wang Dushuai to sacrifice his life here, in this case, those guys who framed Wang Dushuai for embezzling military salaries will be unlucky!" The emperor has always been kind to us veterans who started to fight at the beginning, and those eunuchs who don't understand anything blindly point fingers and complain, this time they should be unlucky! ”

Zhang Yue and Zhou Bailing Zheng Pingyuan heard about this for the first time, so they hurriedly asked. But Yue Jiayuan didn't know much about the details, only knew that it was a certain lieutenant official on the Datong side, so he stopped after saying a few words. Knowing that Wang Zhao's bones were buried in the southwest corner of Xinghe with other soldiers, he had to go to worship with Meng Jun, and began to help count the dead and wounded and clean up the aftermath.

This toss is a full three days.

Three days later, Zhang Yue, who was sitting on the kang, held the fluttering booklet, facing the number of more than 500 casualties among 1,000 people in Beijing and Xuanfu, and more than 300 casualties in Xinghe. Although most of the injuries are not fatal and can be cured, the military doctors here are limited in medicinal materials, and it is not realistic to transport them back to Xuanfu in the cold, plus nowadays a cold can kill people, and half of the injured can continue to serve. If the army register is to make up for the military households, I don't know how many good men will have to leave their hometowns.

Zhou Bailing didn't pay attention to Zhang Yue's thoughts, he was born and died many times, and he had long looked down on life and death, so he said with a smile: "Lord Xiao Zhang, your recital was sent three days ago, and it is estimated that there will be a will to compensate the fallen soldiers in these two days, and by the way, the meritorious deeds will be rewarded." I'll at least be promoted to commander this time, and I'm afraid it will be difficult for you to arrange it. ”

"Lord Xiao Zhang, the Holy Decree of Jingzhong has arrived!"

Hearing this sudden shout from the military singing outside, Zhang Yue couldn't help but take a deep breath. Although the Yongle Dynasty is far from being promoted in order according to seniority like later generations, the age level is a hurdle that cannot be passed. If he could be five years older, Zhu Di would be twenty years younger, and it would be normal for the emperor to turn the promise on the piece of paper into reality this time, but now this reward will be difficult.