As for God’s will, or is your own bad luck? Should this disaster occur?

The gunshots and the shouts of killing behind him gradually faded away, and Amin continued to flee along the river beach without looking back.

From the four sides to the present, Amin has never encountered such a miserable experience. Even if he was frustrated in Lushun Fort, he would be more calm when retreating. How could he feel like he was at the end of his journey?

Thinking about it now, my arrogance really hurts myself and these 5,000 Jianzhou warriors.

If you didn't sneer at the combat power of the Mongolian army, if you didn't pursue it, you would definitely not be lured to the battlefield chosen by the enemy.

If you don’t look down on the enemy, and if you are careful when chasing the enemy and observing the battlefield, you may find the enemy’s hidden ambush and the musketeers hidden behind the grass slope.

Of course, despite making many mistakes, the enemy's tactical changes and combat power have improved, the outcome is that more defeated, less victory.

But if you lose, you will lose. If the cavalry can run away, how could it be in a situation where the entire army is wiped out and flee in a panic?

"Beller--" A guard pointed at it. It was a gentle slope that could lead from the river beach to the main road, but this guy was a little hesitant and didn't know whether he should go up.

Amin nodded and turned his horse's head without hesitation. He has already done this and he still has so much thoughts? How can he escape the enemy's pursuit when walking so slowly on the river beach?

There were only more than ten people left by his side. I still didn't know if he could escape the birth of heaven. Amin felt sad. But his opponent did not give him too much time to be sad, and there was already a rapid sound of horse hooves behind him.

"Master Beile, you go first." The guard showed a decisive or a little desolate look on his face. He pulled out his battle knife and greeted him loudly, "Everyone fights with the enemy and protects Master Beile."

More than ten people responded with the sound, turned around and galloped and rushed away.

Amin sighed, withdrew her gaze, then grabbed her horse's belly and ran forward without looking back.

What they caught up with were tigers with great power and as powerful as tigers, as well as dozens of naturalized cavalrymen led by them.

They were not sure whether they could catch the big fish, but they knew that there were friendly troops ahead, just dozens of cavalry and dragon cavalry who set out from the blocking position in advance.

Hearing the sound of horse hooves in front of him, no matter whether it is an enemy or a friend, the great power and fierce tiger also issued an order to prepare for battle. The arrow was lifted, the knife was unsheathed, and continued to run forward.

If the enemy cavalry comes to the scene and the opponent collides, the speed is very important, and whoever is slow will suffer.

Hu Dawei and others understood this truth, and Jiannu on the opposite side also understood it. They tried their best to urge the horses and bravely rushed towards the enemy with a large number of powers.

"Kill the enemy!" "Kill the enemy!" The shouts sounded almost at the same time, and then a tent of arrows shot head-on at the enemy. The Ming army was crowded with people and obviously had a clear upper hand.

Moreover, the naturalized cavalry's archery skills are good, and they also know the weakness of attacking the enemy, that is, war horses.

Although the heavy armored cavalry is known as the ancient tanks, the most famous one is the serial horses during the Song and Jin wars, it gradually faded out of the battlefield afterwards.

Of course, under conditions permitted, the war horses at that time also had protection, but it was far from enough.

After a round of arrows, Jiannu lost a few more people while the horse was overturned. But even so, the surviving guy still collided with the Ming army.

The collision of weapons, the neighing of war horses, loud shouts and screams of being chopped, filled the sky above the avenue.

The battle was fierce and short, and the desperate attacks of several Jiannu were like a stone thrown into a lake, with only a few ripples and calming down again, as if nothing had happened.

"Chasing, there is a big fish in front." No matter how stupid Feng Ao Tiger was, he could guess what these moths and fire were trying to do. He rubbed the dirty blood from the knife on the soles of his boots and led his troops to gallop and chase him again.

The sound of the wind roared in my ears, and the horse speed was mentioned as fast as possible. Amin just wanted to leave this place of life and death as soon as possible and get rid of the entanglement between life and death.

But the sudden change occurred, and the war horse suddenly lost its front hooves and rushed forward. The amplitude was so large that even Amin could not adjust his posture and fell heavily to the ground.

Although helmet protection, Amin was also dizzy. Before he could react to what was going on, a few black shadows rushed up, greeting him in a mess.

The stock hit the face, the bridge of the nose was broken, and the dirty blood was rushing down with the snot, and Amin's eyes were filled with stars;

The back of the knife was slashed down and hit the calf. Amin let out a long scream with the brittle sound of the bones shattering;

Bang, the heavy big feet hit Amin's mouth hard, blocking his screams, and a few teeth flew to the ground.

Escape was already in a mess, but now it was far from being embarrassed. The second Beile of the Later Jin Dynasty, the Jianzhou warriors who had been through many battles, had no power to fight back, and was beaten to death by several Ming soldiers.

"It's this bastard who is commanding under the banner." A Ming army officer stomped between Amin's legs hatefully, but unfortunately Amin had fainted. This heavy blow from the slaughter of the son and the grandson only twitched twice.

"It should be a high-ranking official." Fan Hualong still had smoke and ash on his face. He touched his chin and looked at the dead dog Amin, guessing: "It might be Amin!"

After pausing, he grabbed the soldier who was about to hit Amin's head with a butt, "Don't kill him..., catch a living person, and make a great contribution!"

Oh, the soldier held the stock and was a little unwilling to accept it. He glanced at Amin, who was covered in blood, and asked uncertainly: "Aren't you dead?"

"I'm not dead, you see, I'm still moving!" The Ming army officer stepped hard, stretched out his finger and pointed at Amin's slightly trembling finger.

"Still step on?" Fan Hualong pulled the bad guy away, raised his head suddenly, and glared at him, "Hurry, hide quickly, tie the tripping rope, come again."

More than a dozen Ming soldiers were arranged in a hurry, quickly hiding and hiding, waiting for the enemy to fall into the trap.

There was no enemy left, the flying cavalry chased after him. Seeing the clothes clearly, several Ming soldiers jumped out, waved their arms, and shouted loudly to remind them.

"Oh! Maybe they got a bargain." Hu Dawei slowed down his horse's speed and smiled bitterly: "No need to chase after him anymore. With them blocking him, how can there be fish that escape the net?"

Fengliu shook his head, and he was also a little regretful.

But they ignored one thing. This was the first battle between the Ming cavalry in the face-to-face battle, which was of great significance and it was not an exaggeration to say that it was a milestone.

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The Korqin Grassland means "archer" in Mongolian.

The vegetation, sky, flavors and primitive atmosphere are everywhere. Even later generations are attracted by her undecorated natural beauty.

But for Hailanzhu and Bumubutai, the clouds were walking and birds were flying, and the green grasslands like soft green carpets had lost their original charm.

Father, mother, brother and other relatives were all escorted away like slaves, and might be ruthlessly chopped. When they thought of this, their hearts were pressed against heavy stones and they were so sad that they could not breathe.

However, they were also lucky. With the help of other scattered Korqin herders, they had just entered the territory of other tribes and met a group of Han people who returned to their hometown.

This was one of the agreements reached by the Ming court with the Neikhal and the Chahar tribes, and it was also a prerequisite for the trade in the city of Ma. The Mongolian tribes must return the Han people who had been looted and sent them to the country safely.

If Neikalkha had a perfunctory attitude before, but Korqin's rapid demise, Oba was escorted to Lin Dankhan for disposal, and the Korqin nobles were escorted to Ming Realm, the shock was extraordinary.

Judging from the current situation, the Later Jin Dynasty has been suppressed by the Ming Dynasty and is in a state of exhaustion and has no strength to protect its allies. The demise of the Korqin tribe is a clear proof.

Lin Danhan gradually showed his determination to "annei". Attacking Korqin was an action that was put into practice. After Korqin was finished, it was likely that Neikharkha would be next.

Later Jin was no longer able to provide protection, and the only thing that could compete with Lin Danhan was the Ming Dynasty.

Therefore, the five tribes of Neikhalk immediately began to implement the agreement, sending the Han people in the tribe to Tuanshan Fort and entering Guangning from this city designated by the Ming court.

Being able to return to his hometown is a joyful thing for many Han people who were looted and slaved. Although some people are old, they are still so persistent in missing their hometown.

It is precisely because many Han people have lived away from their hometowns for many years and have already developed some Mongolian characteristics in dressing, even speaking, which allows Hai Lanzhu and others to get involved.

The Mongolian officials and soldiers who were responsible for escorting the Han people back to China did not care about that. If you said you were Han people, you would send them to Tuanshan Fort together, so they were too lazy to distinguish.

As long as it was delivered successfully, it would be possible to trade in Tuanshan Fort Horse City. This was the first time since the Ming army abandoned Guangning. There were quite a few things missing in the tribe, so it would not go wrong.

Think about the fact that there is no cloth to make clothes in the summer, and think about the iron pots used together, as well as grain and tea. The Mongolians who drove herds of cattle and sheep were full of enthusiasm.

And the first batch of Han people who were returned were the stepping stones to deal and they really couldn't be abused.

"When I return to the Ming Dynasty, I will change the leather jacket first." A middle-aged Han man opened his arms and wiped the sweat from his head and said, "It's so hot that it's comfortable to wear cotton clothes!"

The old man next to him smiled, the wrinkles on his face seemed more dense, and he said, "It's been more than ten years. I didn't expect that I could still bury my old bones in my hometown, and I didn't expect that the Ming Dynasty was still thinking about us."

As he said that, he hesitated to the person next to him and asked, "What is the year name now? Is it still the Wanli period?"

"The current year name is Apocalypse, and the new emperor has just ascended the throne for three years." The young man replied with a smile. Because he was smart and smart, he was very popular among the Mongolians. He could follow him around and know more than the old man.

Half showing off, half showing off, half showing off, the young man continued, "I heard that the emperor is less than 20 years old and his wedding is less than two years old!"

When the young man found Hai Lanzhu listening carefully, he became more excited and said, "The wedding is to marry the queen. That scene - tsk, tsk!"

Bumubutai curled his lips and was angry when he saw this guy. He always looked at his sister, but he didn't look at what he looked like.

Daerhan laughed twice and said, "The new emperor is still too young. He is afraid it will be unstable to fight with the Mongolian Hutuktu Khan and the Later Jin old Khan."

The young man blinked and defended: "The emperor has some civil servants and military generals, and is capable and strangers, so he naturally doesn't have to do it himself."

Daerhan smiled and didn't want to continue arguing. It was not good to attract attention.

"The old khan of the Later Jin Dynasty is already sixty or seventy years old, and he is still fighting everywhere!" Bumubutai couldn't help but speak, and when he talked about the Emperor of Ming Dynasty, he was resentful, so he didn't want to hear others say good things about him!

The young man knew that they were sisters named Xiaozhu and Xiaotai. Xiaozhu was pretty, and he didn't want to offend Xiaotai, so he had some confusion for a while.

The old man glanced at Bumubutai, stroked his beard and said, "That's because no one is available in the Later Jin Dynasty, so the old slave had to go into battle in person."

Hai Lanzhu pulled off the girl's sleeves without any notice, so that she would not speak much, so as not to cause suspicion.

Daerhan had already made a lot of words, probably knowing that the old man was going back to his hometown in Northern Zhili, and was not far from the capital, so he sighed deliberately and said, "The father and brother of these two girls are gone. At my age, I don't know if I can find relatives in the capital for them."

Before the old man could answer, the middle-aged man had already spoken: "I have relatives and friends in the capital. You follow a certain family to the capital, and I ask someone to help you find it."

Daerhan was stunned for a moment, and was immediately filled with surprise. This was a real surprise and much more useful than the old man.

"Thank you, thank you." Darhan hurriedly bowed and thanked him, saying, "Then let's go to the capital together, please take care of him on the way."

The middle-aged man waved his hand and said, "You're welcome, you have a companion on the road and take care of each other."

Daerhan nodded and said, "It's more focused on the middle-aged man. He stopped and stopped. A fortress appeared in the distance, and the group finally arrived in the territory of the Ming Dynasty.

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Land transportation in ancient times was the most difficult and most expensive. There were reasons for roads and the inefficiency and simplicity of transportation tools.

Therefore, water transportation had a very important position in ancient times. In Liaodong, Liaohe shipping was not only used early, but also a major artery exported to the northeast.

In the early Ming Dynasty, in order to strengthen the supply of food and salary for the troops garrisoned in Liaodong, the imperial court made full use of the shipping across the Liaohe River.

The most direct route is to ship from Shandong along the Bohai Bay and Liaodong Bay, and then head north along the Liaohe River to transport food and wages to the garrisons along the way. The materials to Shenyang are transported through the Hunhe River, and the transportation volume is still large.

This surprised and excited Zhu Youxiao. Shenyang is actually shipping and is still a very prosperous inland port city!

He didn't know much about Shenyang, and of course he didn't know that Shenyang has a famous "Ten Mile Wharf" and "Hunhe Late Ferry", one of the eight scenic spots in Shengjing.

After thousands of sails, business travelers gathered. After getting off the boat at the wharf, those nobles took sedan chairs or rode horses into Shenyang. The late Hunhe Ferry, as the Guandu port, had a very important position in history.

If the Liaohe River and Hunhe River can make good use of inland shipping, wouldn’t there be more ways to fight Jiannu? Isn’t it beautiful to go by boat without infantry running with legs or cavalry?
Chapter completed!