"Master! The water situation in the upstream has changed!"

Zhang Wanbang stood up straight and looked upstream. He couldn't see clearly. He took out the new military weapon squad and Mile Mile Mile Mile Mile Mile Mile that he was carrying around his waist to see clearly.

It turned out that Lin Danhan had made sufficient preparations in advance to prevent the Ming army from raiding Hanhot.

Although the main force of the Chahar tribe was not around the Khan Court, he was in the surrounding area of ​​the radio whistle. Zhang Wanbang stopped and wanted to follow the Dongjiang Army's surprise attack in the Jin Laozhai, and to carry out a sudden attack, but it hit the Chahar people's thoughts.

In the Qianli Mile Mile Mile, hundreds of Chahar herders were seen blocking rivers and building dams in the upper reaches. The Datong army forced the crossing of the Hun River. They moved the "dike" upstream, causing the water of the Hun River to rise suddenly.

"Retreat!"

After Zhang Wanbang saw it clearly, he immediately ordered that the thousand generals and the hundred generals would utter the order loudly when they heard the words, but it was too late.

The Chahar people moved the embankment away, and the speed was very fast. In less than a cup of tea, the embankment that seemed to be far away in the sky was whistling with grass roots, leaves, and mud.

For the Datong cavalry who were crossing the river, the river water, which was originally waist-high at its deepest, suddenly surged to its left and right shoulders after a few breaths.

Due to this sudden change, the Ming army's horses began to be unable to control themselves, neighed in panic, and tried desperately to throw the Ming army soldiers on their backs off.

However, the Datong Army is a veteran of warfare after all. Many people have selected excellent equestrians. They are familiar with how to calm down the horses. At first, they suffered very limited casualties.

Under the comfort of the soldiers, the horses calmed down in a short while and carried the soldiers on their bodies half swimming and half step to the shore.

"How are the casualties?"

Zhang Wanbang looked at the soldiers with muddy bodies and blamed himself for his carelessness. Obviously, he was too radical in this battle and was blinded by his achievements.

But now, he has calmed down.

A soldier who had lost his power and escaped from Hunhe wanted to get up and reply, but was stimulated by the cold river, cramped his feet and fell to the ground.

Zhang Wanbang squatted down and supported him, saying:

"Sit down and say."

"When I go back to the general, it is roughly 300 brothers who have broken into the Hunhe River, and dozens of cannons in the river, drowned in the river." The soldier said, bowing his head and silently.

Zhang Wanbang sighed and said:

"This is my fault. I will apologize to Your Majesty, but at the moment, the most important thing for us is to cross the Hun River. In any case, we must break the Khan Court of Chahar!"

The soldier focused his head and said, "Master General, please give the order!"

Zhang Wanbang stood up and looked up the upstream and downstream of the Hun River from afar, and decided to adjust his crossing strategy.

According to the previous method of crossing the river, it is obvious that even if you cross the Hun River, the purpose of the raid will not be achieved, and you may even be dumped by Lin Danhan who returned.

There is no way, I can only force the Hun River!

"Transfer the order, spread the whistle and cavalry within three miles of radius to prevent the enemy from attacking."

After giving the order, Zhang Wanbang dismounted and, under the eyes of everyone, explored step by step along the bank of Hun River from north to south.

He stood up and looked around, and stepped directly into the Hunhe River.

"Master?"

This scared everyone.

The personal soldiers surrounded him and were very anxious, but they saw Zhang Wanbang walking a few steps in the Hunhe River, squatting down and reaching his hand to the bottom of the river, and grabbing a handful of mud and sand.

Such a move made everyone very puzzled.

Zhang Wanbang twisted the mud and sand in his hand, then suddenly strided forward, step by step and walked towards the other side of the river. When he was about to reach the middle, he stopped suddenly.

"At this point, the water began to become turbulent..." He murmured, raised his eyes and looked around, looked at the depth of the water, just reaching his waist.

Zhang Wanbangzhe returned, not caring about the armor that had wet half of his body. He waved the whip to the personal soldiers beside him and said:

"Riding a horse, walk fifty steps downstream!"

The personal soldiers turned over the horse and urged their mount to go south for more than fifty steps. They turned to look at Zhang Wanbang. Seeing the other party nodding, they understood it and continued to urge the horse to move forward.

"Enter the river!"

The personal soldiers were stunned, but without hesitation, urging the mount to step into the cold Hunhe River again. This time, the mount did not feel any discomfort.

After walking straight to the other side for more than a hundred steps, the personal soldiers looked down and found that the water was deep and they reached the belly of the horse. They looked happy and quickly turned back, drove back, got off the horse and clasped their fists and said:

"Master, the water is shallow and you can cross it!"

Upon hearing this, the Ming soldiers around them all showed joy.

Zhang Wanbang turned over again and pointed at several guerrilla generals around him and said:

"You have led three battalions to cross the river immediately. After crossing the river, they will form formations to prepare for war. I will set up artillery vehicles along the coast to help you defend the formation. Don't underestimate the enemy's carelessness!"

Several people clasped their fists, "Abide by the commander's military order!"

......

Half an hour later, checked Hanhaote.

Lin Dankhan's eldest son, Borjijin Ezhe, the first heir to the position of the Great Khan of the Mongolian Empire, was sitting on Lin Dankhan's position and laughing.

"You didn't see the embarrassing appearance of the Ming army when crossing the river. I think there are only a few hundred people drowned!" A Chaharwanhu laughed and said:

"In the current Hunhe River, the water level in the middle reaches must at least reach the shoulders. Horses cannot catch a cold. It is impossible for the Ming army to pass it within three days!"

When Ezhe heard this, he felt relieved, walked down from his sweat position, tore off a leg of the whole lamb that was fragrantly roasted in the middle, threw it into the hands of the hundred households, and said:

"Chaerhan, when I inherit the position of Khan, you will be my most capable subordinate!"

This kind of action is equivalent to identifying this person as a confidant. Once Ezhe succeeds to the throne in the future, Chaerhan will surely make a fortune.

He was so excited that he held the legs of lamb and shouted:

"Being able to serve the young master is the glory of my life!"

At this time, a minister asked, "Chaerhan, you have been to the bank of Hun River in person. How many people are there in total in the Ming army that attacked?"

Hearing this, Ezhe also noticed, and the milk wine in his hand suddenly fell in the air.

Chaerhan rolled his eyes, chewed the lamb leg, and smiled and said, "There are not many people, just about a thousand people!"

Hearing this, the clan leaders, ministers and thousands of households burst into laughter.

"Ming Jun is brave enough to eat the courage of the bear heart and leopard. A thousand people dare to come and attack Hanhot!"

"Young Master, I recruit two thousand warriors from the clan. When they cross the river, I will also exude my anger in recent years!"

Chaerhan felt panicked when he heard this and said quickly:

"No need, the Ming army crossed the river last time, there were heavy casualties. I let go of the upper reaches again. They would not be able to get through in a few days."

Then Wanhu had to say something more, but Ezhe drank all the milk wine in his hand and said with a smile:

"Forget it, there is no need. My father Khan led the main force to expedition to Wuqiyete. After all, the Hanhaote was empty and the Ming army could not pass. There were also the mobs on the left wing, and there were times when you went to fight."

Na Wanhu gave up after hearing this and snorted coldly:

"If the Ming army was in front of me, I would stab them one by one, take their heads and blood to worship the grace of the Eternal Heaven to our tribe!"

As soon as he finished speaking, there was still a sense of voice and horse in the tent. A Khan Guard hurriedly entered the tent and crawled on the ground:

"Not good! The Ming army crossed the river and came to kill him!"
Chapter completed!