As expected, except for some of the more than 200 Mongolian arrowheads who had to pluck up the courage to escape, most of the more than 200 Mongolian arrowheads who crossed the river were captured by the Northern Navy. In fact, Mislang did not want to capture them at first, but he just ordered a squad down the mountain to drive these guys away. Who knew that these Mongolian arrowheads had been frightened by the previous shelling and the tragic scenes on the other side, so after the dark green figure of the Northern Navy appeared near the post station, all the two hundred Mongolians could do was kneel on the ground and recite scriptures and kowtow, allowing the Northern Navy to tie them up one by one.

Mislang first ordered the prisoners to be locked in the yard of the inn, and then notified Hu Ji in the rear. Hu Ji carefully understood the battle, and his originally nervous mood suddenly became much more relaxed. He sent a platoon and two tracked cars to transfer the prisoners to Bayanbulak, and then transported some supplies to Mislang.

After the remnants of the Qing army fled, it was still necessary to clean the battlefield. At least the dead bodies had to be buried, otherwise the river would be unable to drink. Mislang asked the soldiers to gather some frightened horses and run around, and get them back and kill them to eat meat. Whether it is their place or Huji in the rear, the "Southern Detachment" ate compressed biscuits, jerky meat and dehydrated vegetables these days, and they were almost vomiting.

The narrow river bank of more than a mile on the west bank of the Tes River was covered with corpses and wounded soldiers, which was terrible. Sixteen high-explosive bombs killed and injured more than 800 people. Due to the heavy bloodiness, the soldiers responsible for the guards and cleaning the battlefield covered their faces with towels. The soldiers responsible for digging pits and burying them while working, let alone horse meat, probably couldn't even eat supper.

The wounded soldiers struggling in the pool of blood made hoarse moans from their throats. When they saw the Northern Haijun, their eyes showed deep fear. The medical soldiers wearing white background and red five-star red divided their injuries. The mild cases were treated briefly, while those with serious injuries were rescued on the spot. Dozens of prisoners were picked up on the side of the post station, asking them to cross the river to carry stretchers, and send all the wounded soldiers to the post station.

After experiencing the initial panic, the prisoners were surprised that the North Navy would take action to rescue their injured companions. The selected prisoners had no desire to resist. Under the orders of several Briat soldiers, they did whatever they said, but their eyes were a little dull.

The first battalion responsible for counting the results of the war was holding a distributed mobile phone. First, they recorded the photos, and then took more than a dozen photos. The soldiers searched the corpses of people and horses, and finally brought the broken deputy chief flag back. Both the photos and the enemy's flag were very important, which was the main basis for future statistics of military achievements.

The soldiers on the two hills did not shoot from beginning to end, so except those who went down the mountain to clean the battlefield, the others continued to work hard to expand the fortifications.

More than two hours later, the people sent by Huji arrived in the seat of the track truck. After handing over the supplies, the thirsty and hungry prisoners drank water, then put their injured companions into the truck truck, and then staggered towards Bayanbulak under the escort of more than 30 Northern Navy troops.

In this way, Mislang was busy until the sky was getting dark. During this period, there seemed to be Qing army siege detectives in the dense forest several miles away, and there was no other movement. In order to prevent the Qing army's sneak attack at night, Mislang set up light and dark whistles on the mountain and at the foot of the mountain. After nightfall, the bloody smell of killing during the day attracted a large number of nocturnal animals. From time to time, the sound of wolf howlings could sound in the wilderness, making people feel in their hearts.

In the early morning of the next day, as the first ray of sunlight burst out from the horizon and sprinkled on the grassland on the west bank of the Tes River, a group of brightly-clad Qing cavalry suddenly emerged from the southwest. After hearing the news, Mislang put on his clothes and ran to the frontier observation room, and looked carefully in the cannon mirror.

The total number of these people was about 500, and a team of ten people were all wearing black yak-tops, white cloth iron helmets with neck and ears, white cotton armor covered with copper nails, and chain mail inside; black boots, holding a 10-3-inch iron blade spear, and a bow and arrow in the bag on the saddle.

When these cavalry arrived at a location two miles west of the Chahantoro Sea Station, they stopped one after another and carefully observed the surrounding terrain. After about half an hour, half of the cavalry rushed towards the northwest.

In the sight of the artillery mirror, more than 200 cavalry left behind began to scatter on the grassland. The white armor on the cavalry made them look like someone used a large pen to paint a irregular white line on the green field. Afterwards, as the cavalry school led by each team issued orders, the entire "white line" broke and slowly moved in the direction of the Tes River in sections.

Mislang on the position knew that the Qing army could not launch a suicide attack with such a few people, so he asked someone to notify each company that no one was allowed to shoot.

The Qing army's horse was not fast, just like walking and enjoying the scenery. Suddenly, the leading general made a series of shouts, and the "white lines" began to accelerate. When the cavalry quickly charged forward more than 200 meters, with the leading general lifting gesture, the Qing cavalry stopped at a distance of fifty meters from the river bank.

Buzz ~~!!!

Although the Northern Navy had dug deep into the corpse yesterday and threw the remains of the war horses away from the river bank, a large number of blood from the dead and injured had already penetrated into the soil, which attracted countless flies. When these rotten insects felt the vibration from the air, they flew into the air like a tornado.

The Qing military officer led the team drove away the flying insects in front of him with a horse whip, then jumped off the horse, took out the bow and an arrow from the bag, and then tied an envelope firmly to the arrow shaft. He walked to the river bank with a serious expression, felt the wind direction, then raised the hard bow in his hand, and shot the arrow to the other side.

Below the wide arrow of the feather arrow was a whistle made of bones with four holes, called the "Square Whistle Arrow" in the Qing army's standard weapons. The sharp whistling sound passed over the Tes River and shot to the entrance of the station and fell down.

Not long after, there was a noise in the grass outside the post station. A North Navy soldier wearing a helmet and a rifle revealed his figure. He quickly walked forward and picked up the fallen arrow, and then ran towards the hill not far away. His appearance frightened the archer's archery officer. He saw that there was a circle of weeds on the outside of the other party's helmet, and thought it was so damn thief!

After shooting an arrow, the military officer turned around and took his horse, and withdrew a hundred steps with his subordinates, as if he was about to wait for the Northern Navy's reply.

More than ten minutes later, Misron got the letter, opened it and read it for a long time before he roughly understood that this was a letter of war.

"The generals who commanded the troops in the North Sea: My great emperor is so kind and kind, and be kind and kind, and loves the people, rest and recuperate. The people are in peace and contentment, and the barbarians are soft and far away. All the troops of Khalkha are peaceful, and the soldiers and the people are all subordinate to each other, and the people are simple. However, you do not want to be loyal to the emperor and patriotism, and raise troops to invade the land of my ancestors. Now you are invading Khalkha for no reason, which is really hard to reason! You and others will be arbitrarily, and you will be able to use tricks to provoke them from the other side. You will be so clear that you will be able to seize the world. You will be able to capture Karen and kill our officers and soldiers. It is unreasonable and it will be difficult to give up. Your great emperor gathers his strong troops and summons hundreds of thousands of elite Mongolians to save the people from suffering. If you do not repent, you will strike head-on and annihilate them! Baoning, the left deputy general of the Qing Dynasty, knows it!"

"Haha, I'm talking about it one by one, it's so fucking! "

Although Mislang learned Mandarin well and learned a lot of Chinese characters, he learned it under the nearly modern education system in Beihai Town. He didn't understand the literary things of the ancients at all. This was because Baoning asked his subordinates to write this letter of war, which was purely a charming look for the blind man.

After hearing Mishilang's words, Zhou Zhong, the second battalion commander, said intriguingly: "It's still the right thing for the adults. The Qing officials always didn't speak well."

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone in the command center smiled. The staff officer on the side said, "The Qing army hasn't left yet, I guess they want to wait for our reply."

"Reply?" Mislang looked up and pondered for a moment, then sat at the table, pulled a piece of white paper, and wrote a line of big words on it with a charcoal pen: "I advise you to surrender early, otherwise your life will be unsafe! Mislang, deputy captain of the North Navy's South Detachment Detachment, warned!"

Half an hour later, the same letter of arrow was shot by a Briat soldier. The Qing military officer who led the team took the letter and hurriedly left with his subordinates.

At the same time, on the grassland thirty miles southwest of the Chahantoro Sea Post Station, an army of tens of thousands of Mongolian cavalry was like black ants moving forward, covering the entire field. They took the heads of each Zhazak camp as a unit and slowly moved forward under the guidance of the flag of the headquarters. In the middle of the moving team, dozens of cavalry responsible for passing orders were riding horses back and forth.

When the Qing army's vanguard arrived at a location twenty miles northwest of the Chahantorohai Station, it stopped abruptly. Not long after that, with the sound of a dull and long conch, everyone stopped and began to set up camp under the shouts of the command soldiers who were galloping and the guidance of the flags of each battalion.

Although the Qing army suffered a crushing defeat yesterday, this loss was nothing to Baoning, who commanded more than 20,000 troops. The key is time and marching speed. The food and grass consumed by more than 20,000 people every day was astronomical. Another counselor, the minister in charge of staying in Ulyasutai and Tushetu Khanchedendorji, was the main task of supervising food and grass. Baoning knew very well that if he was delayed by such an enemy, even if he had a hundred heads, he would not be enough for Qianlong to cut it.

When he saw Mislang's reply, his face was suddenly turned pale. Counsel Alona and others looked angry, and they looked angry.

"In the Tang newspaper of the Ministry of War, it was mentioned that the Beihai Pirates had the establishment of a 'Regiment Battalion Company squad', and the officers of each leader were also called the 'Regiment Commander, Battalion Commander' in turn. But who knows how big the deputy commander is? How many soldiers are he led?"

Baoning's words made the Mongolian prince Taiji present confused, and even Edobdordorji, who went to the Chaktu negotiations in private, could not understand.

Aarona thought for a while and said, "Master, this should be their newly established military post. According to the previous report from the detective, it should be like hundreds of people."

The military system of the Northern Navy has been a headache for the Qing Dynasty over the years because there is no reference and comparison at all. After fighting for several years, I gradually grasped some situations. Now a structure called "detachment" suddenly appeared. What the hell is this?

The concept of "team" was not in the Qing military system before the Beiyang Standing Army appeared; even if it appeared in official documents, it was just a quantitative adjective, no different from the "team" of a team of people.

"We have no time to delay. The strategy set by the emperor is to let us fight Chiktu, cut off the North Pirates' retreat, and then attack them from north to south. There are still more than two thousand miles from here. Even if we rush, it will take more than forty days to get there!"

Baoning pondered for a moment, and suddenly slapped the edge of the wooden frame, as if he had made up his mind and said sternly: "No matter what he is or not, just follow the strategy agreed by the army before. Later, the Japanese troops crossed the river in three ways, and feinted the attack in the middle to lure the enemy. The two north and south routes crossed the river from upstream and downstream respectively, and went around the opponent to attack together!"

"Fu Bao!"

"The last general is here!" The left wing chief of the Mongolian wing of Zhengbai Banner, Fu Bao, stood up after hearing the sound.

"You came from the left flag of the center left wing, so you should be very familiar with this area, right?"

"Close your eyes and you will find the way."

"Okay! I will transfer fifty elite troops from the personal soldiers to cross the river at night. I must find out the deployment of the North Pirates."

"Master, it's less than fifty, I'll take twenty people! There are so many people that I can't do it."

Baoning nodded in praise and said, "If I find out clearly, I will ask you for your best efforts from the emperor!"

"Thank you, Marshal!" Fu Bao was overjoyed when he heard this, and then knelt down on one knee to salute. A trace of red light appeared on his dark cheeks blown by the wind.

At night, twenty elite Mongolian soldiers of the Eight Banners, led by Fu Bao, wore chain mail, covered with gray-blue short-beat cotton jackets, and held bows and arrows and waist knives to swim across the Tes River ten miles north of the Chahantorohai Station. One hour later, these people quietly arrived at the foot of the hill one mile away on the northern position of the North Navy.

When a subordinate was about to move forward from behind the rock, Tobao suddenly grabbed the other party, and then he heard footsteps coming from above his head.

"This ghost place is quite warm during the day, but it's so cold at night."

"Horse, change the post and go back to drink some broth, and it will be warm."

"Forget it, I want to vomit when I hear the word "meat." The soldier suddenly said again: "My left eye always twitches for two days, 800 people are facing 20,000. Lao Zhang, you said that the lord is not here, can we win?"

"What are you saying? Since the establishment of the North Navy, when did you lose? I'm telling me what happened to you kid today?"

When Fu Bao and others heard this, they were overjoyed. It turned out that the North Navy had only such a few people! Fu Bao had the idea of ​​grabbing his tongue and going back.

"Go!" Fu Bao took advantage of the light and shadow of the bonfire in the distance to see where the two sentries were standing, pulled out a dagger from his waist, and took the two Qing soldiers and touched them.

Unexpectedly, when they crawled a few meters away from the two sentries and were about to start, a crisp gunshot suddenly came from the dark night, and a Qing soldier was shot and fell to the ground.

In the flash of lightning, countless thoughts flashed through Fu Bao's mind, but he didn't care about that at all. He and another man jumped up from the ground with a ferocious look. The dagger emitting cold light thrust into the back of a North Navy soldier. The soldier was stabbed into the kidney, which was heart-wrenching and he kept gasping for air.

Next to him, another North Hai army had already raised the rifle in his hand. Just as the Qing army's dagger stabbed into his chest, a "bang" gunshot hit the Qing army's thigh. At the same time, the North Hai army's chest was also cut by the dagger, and a scream was immediately made.
Chapter completed!