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In the third year of Taichang, December 15th.

The new wind is blowing across the land in Liaodong, and the cold snow is beginning to fall. Inside the Guangning Governor's Yamen, there is an atmosphere of excitement.

Wang Huazhen was sitting in the courtroom, her fingertips stroking the feather book that had just been delivered by the Mongolian express horse, her brows and eyes filled with joy.The content of the letter was straightforward and hot. Lin Dan Khan, the leader of the Mongolian Communist Party in Southern Mongolia, had already sent the message. One hundred thousand Mongolian cavalry had left the desert in early December and marched from the flank as promised to attack Houjin.

The only condition is that when the Mongolian army approaches the Liaodong border, the Ming army must immediately prepare enough food, grass and baggage for the Mongolian army to supply and rest.

Wang Huazhen was overjoyed.

Since he took office in Guangning, he has advocated taking the initiative to regain Liaoshen. However, the Ming army in Liaodong suffered repeated defeats and was always unable to fight against the elites of the Eight Banners alone.Lin Danhan's dispatch of troops is his biggest trump card that he has been planning for a long time to overturn Liaodong.

He knew in his heart that the grassland tribes had always been bluffing, and the so-called 100,000-strong army must have a lot of water. But even if it was mixed with half of the water, 78,000 or 80,000 fine cavalry could press down on the border, which would be enough to contain most of Houjin's troops, making it difficult for Nurhachi to take care of him.

The fighter plane has arrived!

Without any further hesitation, Wang Huazhen immediately wrote and revised a letter, and sent Ma Xingxing to Pi Island at night to deliver the message to his confidant Mao Wenlong.

The military order was concise and decisive: after mid-December, Mao Wenlong was ordered to use Pi Island as a base to immediately organize his troops to cross the Bohai Sea, force a landing at Zhenjiang Fort, contact the remaining volunteers in Liaodong, harass the hinterland of Houjin, disrupt its rear, and coordinate with the encirclement of the Ming and Mongolian armies.

On Pi Island, the cold wind is blowing, and the tents are desolate.

Mao Wenlong took the military order from the messenger and read it carefully. In just a moment, the expression on his face changed from calm to stunned, and then turned into full of sadness and absurdity.

He raised his hand and slapped the letter heavily on the desk. Looking at the generals under the tent who were waiting with bated breath, he smiled bitterly, his voice full of powerlessness and anger:

"Master Futai's thoughts are so naive!"

"In September, October and winter months of this year, the Han people in Liaodong could not bear the slaughter and oppression of their slave chiefs, and they rose up one after another. The whole territory of Liaodong was full of flames and righteous flags were standing everywhere. They were the real and united Liaodong righteous army!"

"At that time, I petitioned for war several times. I was willing to lead the Pi Dao tribe across the sea and land at Zhenjiang Fort. We would cooperate with the volunteers outside the pass and attack from inside and outside. It was the perfect opportunity to regain the lost territory! But Mr. Futai rejected it time and time again. They all said that the time had not come yet and strictly ordered me to stand still and guard Pi Dao!"

Mao Wenlong's voice suddenly became serious, and his eyes were full of blood and desolation:

"What now?"

"In just two months, all the Liaodong rebels were massacred, and all the beacon fires in the fields were extinguished! Nine out of ten houses outside the pass were empty, bones were everywhere, and the people were displaced and died miserably. People's hearts have long been dead!"

"At this very moment, Master Futai issued a military order, ordering me to land at Zhenjiang Fort and contact the Liaodong volunteers?"

He looked around at the generals, weeping and crying loudly:

"Who should I contact when there are corpses on the ground? Who should I contact when there are innocent souls in the sky?"

"Lord Futai! Does this military order of yours make me go out and defeat the enemy, or does it force me to die alone and summon the souls of the unjust souls in the sky?"

The soldiers in the tent were silent, and everyone looked sad.

Everyone knows that in Liaodong at this moment, there is no people to unite and no righteousness to gather. To send troops at this time is tantamount to throwing yourself into a trap.

But military orders are like mountains and temple orders, how can the generals dare to disobey them?

Even though he knew in his heart that there was no chance of death, even though he knew that this was a battle to the death with no chance of winning, Mao Wenlong had no choice.

As the wind and snow swept over the isolated island of Pidao, Mao Wenlong suppressed all the grief and anger in his heart, calmed his expression, and issued an order in a deep voice, ordering all the remaining five hundred elite soldiers on the island.

The five hundred soldiers, whose armor was thin and their numbers were few, were all veterans who followed him across the sea to defend the island and fought for their lives in blood.

A cross-sea battle to the death, knowing that it will be defeated and knowing that it is futile, is a foregone conclusion.

At the same time, Horqin Grassland was thousands of miles away.

The grassland in winter is vast and cold, with dead grass covered with snow, and the wind cuts like a knife.

Lin Danhan claimed that the Mongolian army of 100,000 people actually only had more than 30,000 cavalry. They walked slowly and slowly to Horqin, which was still more than 600 miles away from Guangning.

He has already seen through the confrontation between Ming and Jin, and will never truly work for Ming and waste his elite lineage in vain.

The Horqin tribe has been married to Houjin for generations and has a close friendship. The first time Lin Dan Khan's army entered the grassland, the Horqin leader Obataiji sent a secret report to Nurhaci. At the same time, he dispatched 5,000 cavalry to follow and guard from a distance. They would not attack or retreat, and stared at the movements of the Mongolian army.

In order to stabilize the Mongolian co-leader, Obataiji personally prepared cattle and sheep and livestock, and sent envoys to visit him, bowing his head and paying tribute to him to show his respect.

Lin Danhan had a clear mind and accepted it calmly.

He had no intention of entering Guangning quickly, so it was a perfect plan to stop in Horqin.

One can use the force of 30,000 cavalry to intimidate the Horqin tribes, collect tributes, and stabilize Monan's right to speak; the other is to sit back and watch the Ming Dynasty's golden dragon and tiger fight, waiting for both sides to lose.

He had already calculated the pros and cons. This place was more than 600 miles away from Guangning, and Mongolian light cavalry could reach the city in three days.

If you advance, you can take advantage of the situation to reap the results of the battle; if you retreat, you can safely stay out of it.

When snipe and clam compete, only the fishermen will benefit. This is how the grassland overlords survive.

Countless scouts and cavalry galloped back and forth between Horqin and Guangning, investigating every move of the Qing army and Hou Jin day and night, and continuously sent frontline battle reports back to the Chinese army's tent.

In the late Jin Dynasty, in the Liaoyang Khan's palace, the military tent was brightly lit.

Nurhachi received an urgent report from Horqin and learned that Lin Dan Khan's army was pressing the border and stationing troops to wait and see, and his heart suddenly became tense.

What he fears most is that Ming and Meng will be encircled by two fronts. Dajin's troops are limited. Once the two sides start fighting, they will definitely be passive and exhausted.

Immediately summon the generals of the Eight Banners to hold an emergency military meeting to discuss strategies to break the situation.

During the military discussion, Dabeile Daishan took the lead and called for battle:

"Father Khan! My son is willing to personally lead the two red flag soldiers and horses to garrison on the western front to resist Lin Dan Khan's Mongol army!"

Daishan has the whole plan in mind.

In his eyes, although the Mongolian cavalry was powerful, it had no firearms for attacking fortresses, and its combat effectiveness was far inferior to that of the Liao army of the Ming Dynasty, which was equipped with artillery and muskets.Compared with the fierce and bloody battle against the Guangning Ming Army in front of them, facing the enemy on the Western Front was undoubtedly the easiest battle.

As long as he leads troops to garrison, he can avoid tough frontal battles and minimize the casualties of the two red flags under his command. He can also defeat the Mongols, gain military honors, and consolidate his reputation as Big Baylor. It can be said to be the best of both worlds.

Nurhaci understood his heart, thought for a moment, nodded in agreement, and then warned:

"In the war on the Western Front, there is no need to attack and fight decisively. It only needs to be stationed on the wall and firmly hold back the Mongolian army. Defense should be the main task and harassment is the supplement. We should not waste the elites hastily."

"My son, obey your orders!"

Daishan clasped his fists and accepted the order. He turned around and led the troops away in high spirits.

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