Chapter 216 The Tartars retreated

Making achievements is the wish of every man on the battlefield, because behind the achievements represents rewards and official titles, and representing being able to leap from a lowly military household to a small flag. The general banner is even a hundred households. Their life will change. Wife, children, old and young will live a good life from then on, and even children and grandchildren will no longer become military households. They can be allowed to read poetry, participate in the imperial examinations, and gain fame in the future, and to honor their ancestors and say goodbye to the cheap households. It will be a waste of their life fighting on the battlefield today.

No matter how low a person is, a man has a small ideal and a big ideal hidden in his heart.

A small ideal is to have a full meal every day, while a big ideal is to sacrifice your life and gain a future for your children and grandchildren.

Ideals are not high, but they are worthy of respect. All the blood, sweat and bitterness are included. If you taste it carefully, life is just a word of bitterness.

Xiao Fan himself has survived from the hard days to today, so he naturally understands what the soldiers think.

The 40,000-strong army of the Tartars is coming. For them, it may be a good time to realize their ideals. Fighting on the battlefield is dangerous, but compared with the important matters of Yinfu's children and grandchildren, what can I count for hard work?

At this moment, Xiao Fan stopped hesitating and quickly stepped out of the commander's tent and summoned three thousand soldiers to prepare to go out of the camp.

As expected, the soldiers were full of fighting spirit and eager to try, with a bit of excitement in their violent expressions. They understood the importance of military merits, and this was another good opportunity to use their lives to make a small future for their family.

Xiao Fan sighed in his heart that he had been in this era for more than two years. He had fully understood the values ​​of people in this era. His personal life is too insignificant compared to the clan of his family.

All Xiao Fan could do was to make them live to realize their ideals.

Three thousand people got on the war horses and ran out of the camp.

Perhaps Zhu Di saw that Xiao Fan could make the Tartar camp a mess and escape safely. Zhu Di could not punish such a monster for a while. Besides, the main force of the Tartars was about to come, so he didn't care about Xiao Fan's 3,000 troops.

So Xiao Fan led the soldiers out of the camp easily and headed straight to the grassland on the left outside Shanhaiguan.

Three thousand people galloped over the Yan army, which had a tight formation, and left in the surprised eyes of the Yan army soldiers.

It took an hour to arrive fifty miles away. This is the place where the Yan army's light cavalry fought with 10,000 vanguards of the Tartars. Because the Tartars were chasing Zhu Di and the Light Cavalry was eager to protect the carriage, so before there was time to clean the battlefield, there were still broken limbs and broken arms everywhere, and corpses were piled up like mountains.

Seeing the miserable appearance, Xiao Fan felt deeply shocked when he felt as if he had been hit hard by something.

The national war is difficult, and those who sacrifice their lives and shed their blood will fight for the sake of food and clothing alone?

The meaning of traveling to this strange era is that in addition to helping your friends consolidate his throne and earning glory for your family, wife and children, reproduction from generation to generation, and endless honor. Can you have a higher mission and responsibility? When you are the most powerful minister in the future, if you are just friends and family, wouldn’t it be too narrow-minded?

Looking at the Ming border soldiers who were gradually stiffening on the ground, Xiao Fan felt that the responsibility of a high-ranking person was so heavy and bitter for the first time.

He is not an ordinary Ming people. He cannot just think about making some money and buying some land, and spending his whole life. He is the commander of the Jinyiwei of the Ming Dynasty. He is the Prince Chengyi, a Qinpeng granted by Zhu Yuanzhang. He is also the most trusted partner and friend of Emperor Jianwen...

God has laid enough groundwork for his life. He has warm sunshine, fertile soil, and fresh air. Now, a small seed is quietly sprouting and growing in his heart. At that time, everything seems to come into being.

Perhaps... After removing the powerful vassals, I should do something else to allow the last Han dynasty in Chinese history to go further and let the people of this dynasty live a better life. At least, this sincere, simple and hardworking nation should not be instigated by so many foreign races, there should not be so many young soldiers stained the battlefield, and they should not always worry about war and disaster while farming and traveling in the fields.

The prerequisite for creating a prosperous era is to use strong soldiers to conquer the world! Otherwise, how about the prosperous era?

Xiao Fan stared at the Yan army soldiers who were corpses all over the field. His young handsome face gradually became vivid and brilliant, as if a stream of vitality was invisible, making him exude a layer of brilliant light.

"Brother Xiao, what's wrong with you?" Cao Yi asked curiously, looking at his expression that seemed a little different from usual.

Xiao Fan shook his head, pointed to the Yan army soldiers who sacrificed their lives for the country on the grassland, and said lightly: "After this battle, we will come back and bury these soldiers..."

Cao Yi nodded and sighed: "Although their coach is not a good person, these soldiers are all good-looking, and they are all strong men!"

Xiao Fan turned his head and looked at the surrounding terrain carefully.

I saw that it was flat all around here. What was amazing is that there were two high hills in the southeast. The hills were not high and could barely block people's sight. A canyon was formed between the two hills. The canyon was very narrow and only two horses could be used in parallel. When Gui Lichi was defeated and fled, he would definitely pass by this place. If the troops were ambushed outside these two hills...

Cao Yi followed Xiao Fan's gaze and immediately saw the narrow canyon.

"What a dangerous place!" Cao Yi's eyebrows gradually rose.

Xiao Fan smiled faintly and said, "Which canyon are you referring to?"

Cao Yi nodded excitedly and said, "If Gui Lichi escapes, he must pass here. We can block one end of the canyon and then ambush them on two hills. When the enemy enters the ground, we can go out to attack them. Let's make arrangements now!"

Xiao Fan shook his head and said, "That canyon has no effect."

Cao Yi said in surprise: "Why?"

"We just came from Shanhaiguan. Have you passed by that canyon?"

"No."

"We haven't passed by, why does Gui Lichi have to pass by? He is the one who leads the army. Don't you understand the principle of not entering every valley?"

Cao Yi scratched his head and couldn't speak anymore.

Xiao Fan sighed: "This canyon is too abrupt and too obvious. When we passed by, we subconsciously bypassed it. No matter how scared Gui Lichi was to escape, he would not pass by here and cause trouble for himself..."

"This canyon is useless?" Cao Yi was a little disappointed.

Xiao Fan smiled and said, "Of course it's useful. Gui Lichi may not pass through the canyon, but he will definitely pass outside the canyon..."

Cao Yi rolled his eyes and said, "You are just nonsense."

"So, we can ambush the soldiers in the canyon, wait for Gui Lichi to bypass the canyon, and then suddenly attack. At that time, he didn't know our background and didn't know how many ambushers were hidden in the canyon. The Tartars fled in a panic, like frightened birds. When they encountered ambush again, their morale would collapse. Even if they could escape from the King of Yan's crane wing formation, 3,000 of us could easily defeat them. If they were lucky, they might also be able to capture Gui Lichi and Alutai alive."

"Good idea! Then we'll go into the canyon now?"

"It's not possible yet. Let's set up some traps outside the canyon before the Guili Chi army entered the Yan army's crane wing formation."

"What trap?"

"Dig trenches, arrange sharp knives in the trenches, and then install tripping ropes outside the trenches. There is not much time left, so that's all for the time being."

Cao Yi took the order and took the soldiers outside the canyon to dig trenches and set up searches.

An hour passed, and with three thousand people working together, several half a foot long and several feet deep were dug out of the canyon. The sharp knives and daggers stood upwards, emitting a faint cold light. The ditch was covered with straw mats, and a layer of soil was laid loosely and covered with green grass as a disguise, which looked no different from ordinary grass.

The tripping ropes were also secretly set up in the grass outside the ditch. Each trench had more than ten tripping ropes, and the iron ropes were stretched straight and hidden in the dense grass.

In a short period of time, this originally peaceful and peaceful green grass was full of murderous intent.

Everything was ready, Xiao Fan led the soldiers into the canyon. They rode on their horses and quietly waited for the bloody battle in front of Shanhaiguan to begin.

Another hour passed, and from afar, I heard the sound of horse hooves. Even Xiao Fan, who was dozens of miles away, could clearly feel the turf on the ground trembling and shaking. The sharp momentum that overwhelmed everything and destroyed everything made people tremble and tremble. The scouts' return, Gui Lichi's army had arrived in front of Shanhaiguan.

The Mongolian cavalry, the strongest military in history, finally came slowly with a sense of hostility and murderous intent. It was like an unrivaled giant beast, revealing its hideous face, opening its bloody mouth to the Ming army in Shanhaiguan. Its fangs emitted a cold light in the sun, instantly frozen all the green and hope on the grassland.

The barbarians never knew how to destroy and destroy civilizations, but had no interest in building civilizations. Therefore, they once gained the power, but were quickly abandoned by the wheel of history. In less than a hundred years, Genghis Khan's halo was completely overshadowed and finally rushed back to the grassland and desert by the Han people who were unwilling to enslave. After all, they were barbarians and were not worthy of ruling this great country with thousands of years of cultural precipitation!

And today, they came with murderous intent and barbaric swords. They were unwilling to endure the hardships of the grassland, and they still wanted to revive the glory of Genghis Khan's descendants.

Zhu Di, the fourth son of the founding emperor of the Ming Dynasty, was in front of Shanhaiguan and was ready to fight.

This time, are they still as skilled as they went south to destroy Song more than a hundred years ago?

Listening to the sound of horse hooves rumbling like thunder, Xiao Fan closed his eyes and quietly waited for the exciting battle to come.

Soon, a sound of deafening cannons pierced the tranquility of the grassland, and the hundred Hongwu cannons in front of the crane wing formation first emitted their roar.

The sound of the horse hooves of the Tartars was suddenly messy, and the earth no longer trembled. Then, the shouts of tens of thousands of people echoed leisurely in front of Shanhaiguan until they floated into Xiao Fan's ears in the canyon.

The bloody battle about the dignity and survival of the two nations has finally begun.

Somehow, Xiao Fan's face couldn't help but twitched slightly.

Closed his eyes, a heroic historical scroll seemed to slowly unfold in his mind. The golden swords and iron horses, the war fires and smoke, the broken limbs and arms, the bloody storm in the scroll...

Scenes of cruel and tragic, magnificent war scenes flashed through my mind, so shocking, so fierce and crazy...

Cao Yi looked into the distance and sighed softly: "It's finally started..."

Xiao Fan opened his eyes, looked at the smoke of gunpowder above Shanhaiguan in the distance, and said lightly: "Yes, today's battle is the stage of the King of Yan. No matter what kind of person he is, the history in a hundred years may remember this hero who commands thousands of troops to fight the Tartars. At this moment, the King of Yan is worthy of the word "hero".

Cao Yi was silent for a while and said, "What about you?"

"Me?" Xiao Fan smiled a little confusedly: "Maybe in the near future, history will remember my name, but the name behind me may be very controversial. History books will say that I am a treacherous minister who is a disaster for the country, but when I face foreign insults, I, as a treacherous minister, never retreated like the King of Yan. People in the world can not simply use the words "good" or "bad", and leave it to future generations to worry about it. Since I was born in this world, I should make a big fuss about it!"

Cao Yi laughed and said, "What a courageous spirit! Cao is not talented, so I will accompany you to be a demon for thousands of years! A hundred years later, I am so dead that my bones are melted. Can future generations chew my bird? Oh! Go ahead and his grandmother's leg!"

Xiao Fan's face was a little moved, and a crystal light flashed in his eyes: "Brother Cao..."

"Um?"

"...Will you be more civilized at such a solemn and solemn moment?"

“…………”

Xiao Fan was a spectator for the stage belonging to King Yan.

He understood his positioning. The protagonist is not able to be the protagonist in all occasions. Here, he can only be a supporting role. With a calm and calm heart, he watched the surging wind and clouds on the battlefield and Zhu Di's strategy. In this place, his enemy Zhu Di is the irreplaceable protagonist.

If Xiao Fan commanded this war, what would the result be?

The east wind does not go with Zhou Lang, and the bronze bird spring locks the two Qiaos.

The ending was nothing more than that. When it comes to leading the army, Xiao Fan knew that he was too much inferior to Zhu Di.

If he thought more deeply, history had already changed due to his arrival. If Zhu Di failed to rebellion and could not become an emperor, did he still have the five campaigns of Chengzu in history to Mongolia? Is there any Yongle ceremony that recorded the prosperous Ming Dynasty's literary governance? Is there any seven voyages to the West that declared the majesty of the Ming lord and spread the kindness of the Celestial Kingdom? Who should complete these responsibilities?

Xiao Fan rode on the horse, his eyebrows were deeply furrowed. There were too many things to do in the future.

Three thousand people waited quietly in the canyon until dusk, and four or five hours passed without realizing it.

During this period, scouts kept reporting on the battle situation in front of Shanhaiguan.

Gui Lichi was besieged in the Yan army formation, and 40,000 people were unable to break through.

Gui Li Chi decided to attack the coach's tent without his life. He was finally blocked by the Reima and Yan Army Central Army. He failed several times and retreated with a broken wing.

The Tartars suffered heavy casualties. In desperation, Gui Lichi ordered the withdrawal of troops to break through. Due to the small number of Yan soldiers and the unstable line of defense, Gui Lichi finally opened a bloody road and fled in panic.
To be continued...