"Ming Dynasty, there will be no next Marquis of Zhenbei!"
The same sentence was also expressed by Yuan Chonghuan in Ningyuan City and the Liao Town Military Conference organized by Yuan Chonghuan.
However, unlike the cheerful smiles of the generals in the hall, Yuan Chonghuan's eyes were filled with an unconcealable bitterness.
If the plan is completed, there will be no next Marquis of Zhenbei...
In the Ming Dynasty, there will never be a chance to pacify the Later Jin Dynasty...
And all of this was led by him, Yuan Chonghuan...
One night...
The generals in Liaodong were full of joy and imagined their future beautiful life.
It was the same overnight.
In this governor's mansion, this scholar-official who once determined to pacify the Later Jin Dynasty also couldn't sleep all night...
And it was also this night, on the vast grassland, like sparks spreading, spreading for dozens of miles, under the night sky, horse hooves were galloping, and bloody figures walking out of hell, galloping on horseback.
Just a few hundred miles ahead of it, there was the battle between the Mongolian coalition in the southern desert led by the Korqin tribe and the Jizhen army. Then extending to Liaodong, there were the two white-flag cavalry of the Later Jin led by Mangurtai and Dorgon, as well as various armies that had gathered in Liaodong!
The total force of troops participating in the war has reached hundreds of thousands, and the dark clouds of war have already covered the sky and the slightest change in the situation has also attracted the attention of people all over the world.
However, this time, Liaodong was no longer the focus of the past.
This vast desert grassland is the place that determines the rise and fall of the Ming and Later Jin countries!
At dawn, the bright and waning moon had not yet completely set, and that big sun had slowly risen on the horizon.
The chill of late autumn has already appeared, and the howling north wind blows through this vast and continuous army. The sun and moon bright flags are also dancing, with blood stained with battle robes, and the battle armor collided, and the battlefield atmosphere of golden swords and iron horses is also filled with this continuous army of iron cavalry.
In the eyes of literati and poets, war is romantic.
In the long history, countless poems sing about the wars in the frontier vividly write the beautiful fantasies of literati and poets.
And the real war is naturally cruel.
Even if the horse is wrapped in a corpse, it is still a status and power. Ordinary soldiers and generals are killed in battle. If they win, it would be fine, at least there will be a pit buried.
If you lose, it will be exposed to the wilderness of corpses, or if thousands of people are trapped together, the body of the corpse is not complete!
In this era, no one cares about the lives of these lower classes.
One general succeeds and thousands of bones are woven!
Li Xiu has come to this day step by step, and there are more than ten thousand people who have died in his life for his achievements and turned into dead bones!
And under his military orders, I don’t know how many people will die in a foreign land!
On the vast plain, the two most powerful cavalry legions of this era, hundreds of thousands of cavalry, are gathered on this nameless Gobi Desert.
Although the real war has not yet broken out, the suppression before the war has also enveloped the hearts of all the soldiers on both sides.
The wind seemed to have stopped.
The snowflakes in early winter slowly spread a layer of silver to this Gobi Desert.
The biting chill suddenly came.
The blood, at this moment, was boiling with the war drum!
"kill!"
"Kill the thief!"
The suppressed soldiers of both sides also exploded completely among the falling snowflakes!
Iron cavalry, like unstoppable sharp spears, flew out from the camps of both sides!
collision!
One collision after another!
Snowflakes dyed into blood flowers and bloomed in this silvery world!
The snow color was soon dyed bloody, and it was dazzling and hideous among the brightness.
Just the tentative attack of both sides, the scale and intensity of the war far exceeded most of the wars that broke out in the past few decades.
Under the central army's flag, Li Xiu sat upright on the horse's back and stared indifferently at the bloody battle in front of him. To be precise, the tentative confrontation in front of him was a confrontation between the northern Mongolian in Mobei and the southern Mongolian in Mobei led by him.
At this moment, there is no sign of the same clan’s feelings on the battlefield. In fact, the survival of the fittest is the same. The law of national justice is destined to be born without any national justice.
At present, Mongolia in the south of the desert wanted to defend the land they depend on for survival, while Mongolia in the north of the desert was sharpened under the leadership of Li Xiu, and even discussed how to divide the vast grassland in the south of the desert.
Not to mention, there is also an ambitious Lin Danhan.
There is no need for Li Xiu to mobilize or provoke anything. The tribes of both sides regard each other as enemies of life and death, and will not stop until they are eliminated!
"Transfer the order to let Lin Danhan's entire army be suppressed!"
About a quarter of an hour later, after the war changed from turbulent to anxiety, Li Xiu also issued this surprising military order.
But when you are on the battlefield, no matter how incredible the order is issued, it is undoubtedly unquestionable that anyone can only execute it honestly.
Even though Lin Danhan was puzzled, he had to send the Iron Cavalry of the Chahar tribe to the battlefield according to the order.
In this way, it was just a war of temptation, and the scale of the war immediately changed. The Mongolian coalition forces in the south of the desert also increased immediately.
The already anxious war has once again become fierce.
At this moment, Li Xiu's attention was no longer on the battlefield in front of him, but he was thinking about the battle situation in Liaodong.
He maintained a deep sense of vigilance towards Liao Town from beginning to end, and the army of Beijing led by Yan Shun was mobilized by this distrust.
Strictly speaking, there is no difference in the strength of the two sides in this battle.
Although the forces of the Mongolian and the Later Jin coalition in the southern desert were much greater than those controlled by Li Xiu, in Li Xiu's opinion, it was not harmful and would not cause any changes.
Even Li Xiu never doubted the victory of this battle and was extremely confident.
But even if he does not seek to do his best in one battle, Liaodong is just a supporting position in his strategic plan, but if there is really a change, the impact on the battle situation will definitely be quite large!
"Nothing should have changed for the time being..."
While thinking, Li Xiu also came up with such an answer.
This answer is not an unreasonable speculation, but comes from Li Xiu's confidence in Yan Shun.
If Yan Shun is a general who uses troops like a god and has many strange strategies, then he cannot say that he has no ability, but if he wants to be stable, he will not be as good as him in the Ming Dynasty.
In this way, it is natural that I can't count on him to make a big splash, but like the situation in Liaodong in front of me, he will be in charge and stabilize the situation and remain unchanged, but there is no problem.
What's more, I have my own special explanation before leaving.
Chapter completed!