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But apparently, Eluchen still hasn't forgotten. He desperately longed for a war to prove that glory would last forever.

Now, the time has come.

The army of the southern kingdom had already embarked on its journey, and the Grechen had no anxiety about being attacked, but was desperate to meet his enemies on the steppe as soon as possible.

There is no doubt that such a meeting would have been bloody and cruel, for it would be a war that would decide the Loop and the Tumut tribe.

For the arrival of such a war, Eluchen was full of confidence. This confidence comes not only from the constant supply of ordnance in this fortress, but also from the fact that the whole of Mongolia seems to be united again under the guidance of the Immortal Heaven.

Reinforcements were sent from both the Korqin and Chahar tribes, and they were few in number, but they confirmed the longing of the Eluchen in his heart—that if he won a victory with the Ming, he would become a hero to all the Mongols.

The Mongols are heroes, and the men of the steppe believe in strength and will succumb to it. This was the case when facing the army of the Warat people and the iron cavalry of the Jianzhou people, and he had every reason to believe that by defeating Ni Yuanlu's attack this time, he had every hope of ascending to the supreme position of reunifying Mongolia by relying on the victory in the Battle of Tumubao, just as he had reunified Mongolia in the past.

The stirring proclamation was soon over.

The three of them departed, and the ministers rode on their own white horses, which had no hair, and went to the city of Guihua surrounded by hundreds of guards, where countless reinforcements from the Mongol tribes of Monan were waiting to be dispatched.

Compared with the need to command and coordinate reinforcements from more than a dozen tribes, Bayindai, the capital of the Naturalized City, is much easier and simpler.

The capital of the city of Guihua had already been ceded to the ministers at Bayindai's insistence, and Bayindai himself was very dutiful to enter the military camp and train with the soldiers. Now that E's ministers are gone, and the war is about to start, Bayindai naturally wants to return to the barracks to be with the army of the Qing Dynasty.

Seeing the two leaving, the leader of the Tumut tribe, Wenbu Chuhuer, did not leave in a hurry. He looked at the distant back of Elinchen, with a confused look on his face.

A person's destiny must of course depend on his own struggle, but he must also consider the course of history.

If it weren't for Zhu Cihong's birth, then Wenbu Chuhuer would definitely continue to be his own emperor in the Tumut Ministry, and he would never think about anything to fight and kill. Since the Mongols believed in religion and gradually stabilized with the support of the Manchus, and with the proceeds of the plundering of the Ming Kingdom in the south, their life was a hundred times better than in the past.

Such a good day is satisfying to Wembchux.

But such a thing as fate disrupted all his arrangements, and he followed Duoduo into the customs to fight, and half of the young men of the Tumut tribe died in the country, and the food for the winter was suddenly gone.

Without the looting of the Ming people, maintaining the brocade clothes and food of the past is unacceptable to Wenbu Chuhuer. If it were another time, Wenbu Chuhuer would accept such an arrangement: when he was older, he would give up his position to his children, and he planned to disguise himself, and when the Manchu Qing occupied the Central Plains, he would find a warm place in the Central Plains, settle a house, buy a few maids, and teach them how to sing every day. He even thought about it, he still had to make a play, and he had thought of a name, just called Yan Nanfei. It tells the story of a Mongolian warrior who fought chivalrous and eradicated evil.

It's a pity that the fate changed after a fiasco in the first war.

By the time Wembuchuxur had time to remember these stories, the war had already begun.

This life-devouring term has made it impossible for Wembchuxor to think about his unattainable dream, and he is no longer an uncle who is about to retire. He was regarded as the most reliable leader by all the people, who entrusted their lives to the battle. He is no longer burdened with his own power, but the future of hundreds of thousands of people in his tribe.

In order to prevent the hundreds of thousands of people in the Tumut tribe from sinking, he had no choice but to fight with the Ehin ministers.

"It's just, is our choice the right one?" Wembchul muttered suddenly.

"Zazak! I've finally found you! The tribe is looking for you to give orders, and many things are undecided, and they are all about to be messed up! At this moment, a young general of the Tumut Department came running and spoke anxiously.

Wembuchulu retracted his thoughts, he no longer had time to think about right and wrong.

Once you have embarked on the journey, there is no room for it to be taken back.

……

"It's time to go to Shan Yu City." Wu Wanying exhaled softly and relaxed slightly.

On the side, Ding Gaoliang asked a little blankly: "What is Shan Yucheng?" ”

"Shan Yu, I'm talking about the time of the Huns. At that time, just like my Ming Dynasty, the enemy in the north of the Han Dynasty was the Xiongnu. And the leader of the Xiongnu, like the Khan of the Mongols now, was called Shan Yu. And this is the city alone. Actually, this is also an alias. My Ming Dynasty used to be stationed here with a large army, and when the country was founded, there was a guard here, which was called Yunchuan Wei. After Wu Wanying finished speaking, she suddenly saw the steamed buns on the side, her eyes widened.

"If there is a guard, then there is the old city. If you have an old city, you can hide from the wind and sand! "The steamed buns are unkempt, although I already know that there will be many difficulties in the march, but the wind and sand along the way can not take a bath, how can I make the little girl feel good. He only felt that his body was dirty, as if he hadn't washed his face and bathed for a whole year, and he could fall into the mud with a handful of his body.

What's more, the little girl is not young anymore. He especially wanted to clean his body so that he could cope with the shameful things that must come every month.

Wu Wanying naturally felt that his body was dirty, but he opened his mouth, but he still shook his head and said, "Qing Shui in the army is too nervous......"

I don't even have water to drink, so what water can I wash?

Leaving the side wall and heading north, not all the grasslands you encounter along the way are grasslands. In fact, there will be deserts, deserts in more places.

Whether it is a desert or a desert, it is like a forbidden area for life, it is already difficult to find a water source, and it is a terrifying thing to supply more than 100,000 people to eat, drink and Lazar. Not to mention what washing?

Ding Gaoliang touched the back of his head and scratched his head, but he didn't feel anything.

The order from above soon came, and the troops entered the city in turn.

Wu Wanying and his party were lucky, they got the qualification to enter the city. And more soldiers need to be stationed around the old city.

That's right, the old city of Yunchuanwei is still there, more than a hundred years have passed, and the walls of the old city are still standing. The Mongols who originally lived there had long since fled, leaving only traces of a mess. After entering the city, Wu Wanying discovered an interesting thing. The Mongols tried to burn down the old city, but they apparently failed, and there were many traces of the yurt burning.

Wu Wanying lightly touched the city wall, and beat it hard, it hurt, and then picked and broken, and found that the soil was hard and strong unexpectedly.

You must know that Yunchuan Wei was built in the early years of the Ming Dynasty, more than 200 years ago.

Sighing at these details in his heart, Ding Gaoliang on the side swept away the laziness just now, and looked at the whole city with a pair of sharp eyes: "Yunchuan Wei is about five hundred years long, ramming the city wall, the base width can be four zhang, and the wall height is about three zhang. Each wall was half a foot thick, and there were gates on all four walls, but the gates were destroyed by the Mongols, which is a pity. This is the city of Weng...... is a complete defense system. Soon, the sappers will be building the walls. It is likely to become a military depot and a munitions transit point for the back route. ”

Wu Wanying listened, only felt very powerful, nodded, and didn't understand yet. On the contrary, the steamed bun on the side stared at Ding Gaoliang, waiting for Ding Gaoliang to continue.

Sure enough, Ding Gaoliang hesitated for a moment and said, "In other words, the health team is likely to stay." ”

The military hospital is a logistics unit, and most of them stay in the rear, except for some emergency followers. Of course, this rear is only relative to the front line of the battlefield and will not be too far away. If Yunchuan Wei becomes a transit point for military stations, then it is likely to become the base camp of the military hospital.

In other words, Ding Gaoliang and Wu Wanying are likely to move forward together.

Wu Wanying finally understood, he looked at Ding Gaoliang and wanted to say something, when suddenly a commotion sounded outside.

"Rally!"

A hurried assembly call sounded, and Ding Gaoliang and Wu Wanying quickly assembled.

Military orders were issued faster than anyone could have imagined.

On the assembled temporary school ground, their regiment commander Zhang Ting glanced around and mobilized before the war: "Brothers! In this battle, an order has been issued from above, and our goal is to defeat the Mongols who are entrenched in my Ming homeland there! Take back the lost territory and defeat these Mongols who have invaded us for hundreds of years, only in this way can we defend the peace of our Ming Xinjiang for a hundred years! Now, the military order has been issued, except for a third of the people who remained, the rest of the people will follow me and set out to attack! ”

"Fight, fight, fight!"

The soldiers cheered.

Of course, the difficult march is not to come out to play, and everyone's desire in their hearts is naturally to defeat the enemy and pay homage to the general.

"But again, we need a third of our brothers to stay and garrison the Yunchuan Acropolis. Tens of thousands of our brothers on the front line need to be guarded in the rear, transporting military supplies, and housing the wounded. This is no less an honorable task. Moreover, I have just received a report that the water source has been found nearby, so it will not be very difficult to spend time here. Now tell me, who stays? Zhang Ting looked around the audience.

The audience was silent, and everyone looked directly at Zhang Ting's gaze, burning with great enthusiasm for fighting.

Those who travel a hundred miles are half ninety, and no one will choose to retreat on the eve of making meritorious contributions. Maybe some cowards are like this, but these soldiers who can be selected for the expedition are not of bad breed.

Ding Gaoliang is like this, and even Wu Wanying is the same.

It's just that beside Wu Wanying, a thin and weak soldier suddenly turned pale at the moment, and his body was about to fall to the ground as soon as he suddenly became weak, but this little soldier was extremely tenacious, stiff and upright, his face was pale, he bit his lip, and he didn't say a word.

Wu Wanying is not made of wood after all, he listened to the sound of teeth fighting suddenly in his ears, turned his head to look over, and saw the pale appearance of the steamed bun, and his heart was shocked.

Zhang Ting's eyes swept here, and he immediately said: "All members of the health team are left behind, and they belong to the command of the military hospital." The rest of the ministries are with me! ”

"Yes!" The crowd shouted their promises.

Ding Gaoliang looked at Wu Wanying and said reluctantly: "Brother, take care of the steamed buns!" ”

"Good!" Wu Wanying responded heavily, and said, "You take care of you!" ”

"I'm dead, do you remember where my family lives?" Ding Gaoliang grinned.

"Remember! Dingjiazhuang at the foot of Lingqiu Yimaling Mountain in Datong Town, your mother is my mother, if you die, your mother is my mother, I will raise it! Wu Wanying suddenly realized that this was Ding Gaoliang leaving a will, he said movingly, and said very sincerely: "Keep your life and come back, I'll find you a daughter-in-law, stout and sturdy and easy to raise, you like it!" ”

"Hey, good brother, I'm leaving." Ding Gaoliang walked over and patted Wu Wanying on the shoulder.

A hurried military horn sounded, and Ding Gaoliang moved quickly in vain and quickly returned to the team.

Tens of thousands of horses and horses only stayed in Yunchuanwei for less than two hours, and then continued to set off towards northern Xinjiang after hastily lunching.

……

Wembuchu Erle turned his horse's head and looked at the soldiers behind him.

It was the most powerful army he had ever had. The Mongols, skilled in horsemanship, finally did not have to use arrows made of bones to kill their enemies, and the most powerful weapon in the hands of most warriors was no longer maces made of bone and wood.

For the first time, they possessed armaments that surpassed those of the Manchurians.

Strong bows and strong armor, steed scimitars, and the weapons that Umbu Chushu most desired were now present in the proud Mongol army.

These natural warriors rode on their horses, thousands of them acted as one, and thousands of war horses rolled with powerful kinetic energy, as if they could destroy all living creatures that existed on the grassland.

And now, they are in the clouds that must be passed from the way to the plan.

To be honest, Wenbu Chuhuer didn't know where the Ming army was at this time. He could only vaguely find that they appeared in Yulinwei and Jiulonggou, and the ultimate goal of all the directions of action was to directly target Guihua City, a large stronghold of the Mongols.

But in any case, Umbuchulu understood that the enemy would definitely come towards Yunnei.

Because, at this time, the tributary of the Yellow River, the Gray River.

Maybe the tenacious Han people can accumulate more than ten days of water after leaving Jiulonggou, but no one understands better than Wenbu Chuhuer that they can endure hunger for two or three days, but without water, they really can't endure it for a day.

Starvation is faster than loss of food.

On the road to Naturalization City, only the Gray River in Yunnei can have a reliable enough water source.

Obviously, this is a very important piece of information.

"This is a dangerous march......" Gu Yanwu looked at the map and fell silent, and then, he quickly ordered: "Increase ten teams of scouts, don't investigate the military situation ten miles away for the time being, and keep an eye on the intelligence within a radius of ten miles." (To be continued.) )