On June 24, the 24th year of Chongzhen, Li Xianzhong went deep into the grassland and launched a surprise attack on the camp of Khorchin Mongols.
This tactic is also called nest raiding.
As a descendant of the Liaodong Li family, no one knows how to destroy the nest better than Li Xianzhong.
Although he didn't kill many people, he burned a lot of supplies.
Including but not limited to tents, clothes, animal fur, cattle and sheep...
Even the iron pots used by the Mongols for cooking were smashed and broke.
After doing all this, Li Xianzhong set out on the return journey with the Mongols' food and fodder.
At this time, Khorchin Mongols were in chaos.
Not only did they lose the cattle and sheep they depended on for survival, but even their sleeping tents were burned to ashes.
To survive.
They had to eat the cattle and sheep killed by the Ming army, and cut the meat and dry it for future use.
As they cut the meat with knives, they cried and cursed: "How could these damn people be willing to kill all these cattle and sheep... How are we going to survive this winter?"
"Yes," another Mongolian also cried, "I have worked hard to save up all my supplies for half my life, but they are all gone in a fire."
Looking at his parents crying, the child next to them asked in a childish voice: "Who is the murderer? When I grow up, I will take revenge on them."
murderer?
After hearing this word, the crying Mongols immediately stopped crying.
After crying for a long time, they still didn't know who the murderer was.
Crying for nothing!
Someone asked: "Who do you think the murderer is?"
"It must be the Ming army!" a herdsman replied.
"How do you know?"
"They spoke the Central Plains dialect when they were chasing me."
"They are not Ming army, they are Mongols!" said another herdsman.
"Why?"
"It's simple. The people chasing me all speak Mongolian."
"That's normal. There were already quite a few Mongolian soldiers in the Ming army."
"But the flags these people are holding are neither the flag of the Ming Dynasty nor the flag with Chinese characters on it, but the flag of the Mongolian tribe," the herdsman continued.
"This is a bit strange, holding the flag of the Mongolian tribe, but speaking the Central Plains dialect..."
"Not surprising, it must be the Ming army pretending to be Mongolian soldiers."
Everyone thought about it and nodded in agreement.
"No," someone objected, "The Ming army went to the grassland to attack us, there was no need for them to pretend to be someone else."
"It seems to be true..." someone agreed.
"If you ask me, this must be the case." An elderly herdsman said slowly.
"What's going on?" Everyone looked at him inquiringly.
"Have you heard that the Mongolians in the northern desert are trading with the Ming court?"
"Of course we have heard of it," they all responded in unison, "If it weren't for them, we wouldn't have come to the upper reaches of the Liao River."
"Trade means alliance!" The old herdsman continued, "The Ming army sent troops to the grassland, intending to attack us. But we came to the upper reaches of the Liao River to seek refuge in advance, and the Ming army did not find us."
"As an ally of the Ming army, the Mongolians in Mobei decided to help the Ming army, so they personally led the way to find us. This is why some of the people who attacked us spoke the Central Plains dialect and some spoke Mongolian!"
"Oh! So that's it!" The surrounding herdsmen suddenly realized.
The old herdsman looked up at the sky and said, "Now that we know the murderer, we must prepare for revenge."
"We have neither elite soldiers nor armor. How can we take revenge on them?"
"Of course we should ask the Qing for help. The young and strong men in our tribe are all from the Eight Banners of Mongolia. Now that our tribe is in trouble, how can they just stand by and watch us die?"
"Yes, I almost forgot that we have allies too!"
"Quick, send a letter to Shengjing and ask the Qing Dynasty to send troops to help us deal with the Ming army!"
Someone mounted his horse and hurried to Shengjing with the news.
Four days later, Li Xianzhong and Li Dingguo met again.
When they were resting, the entire grassland was in complete chaos.
Except for the Ming army, all nearby Mongolian tribes were attacked.
The Eastern Sunite tribe of Mongolia was attacked by the Khalkha Mongols.
The Khorchin Mongols were attacked jointly by the "Khalkha Mongols" and the Ming army.
The Khalkha Mongols suffered the most, being attacked by the "Eastern Sunite Tribe", "Khorchin Mongols", "Eight Banners of the Jiannu" and the Ming army.
Although they knew someone was impersonating someone else to attack them.
But...it doesn't matter anymore.
Because the fact has already happened, they need to focus on protecting the supplies.
Although the troubles of the Khalkha tribe were great, they were nothing compared to the troubles encountered by the Jiannu.
Shengjing (Shenyang).
"Report!" A young eunuch rushed into the Phoenix Tower and said to Fulin, who was paying his respects to Bumbutai, "Your Majesty, something terrible has happened!"
"Ah?" Fulin subconsciously took two steps back and asked stutteringly, "Is... is Li Dingguo approaching the city again?"
Ever since the last incident, Fulin has been traumatized.
"No," the eunuch explained hastily, "it's the Khorchin Mongols who are in trouble."
call--
That’s good!
Fulin let out a long sigh, and the sudden pressure that had appeared before suddenly disappeared.
He glared at the eunuch fiercely: "Next time, don't be so startled. Just tell the truth directly. Remember?"
"I will remember this." The eunuch knelt down and kowtowed to admit his mistake.
"Tell me, what trouble did Khorchin Mongolia encounter?"
"They claimed that the tribe's camp was attacked by a joint force of Khalkha Mongols and the Ming army, and suffered heavy losses," said the eunuch.
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