The two groups of cavalry quickly collided. Charging from the front and flanking from the sides, Qi Jiguang's cavalry was very skilled.
Bows, arrows, muskets, all kinds of weapons were used. The strength of Daming's cavalry had soared in recent years, and their speed was very fast.
After one charge, Daming's cavalry completely killed a lot of Chahar's cavalry. In terms of numbers, Daming had the advantage.
Seeing this, Qi Jiguang nodded in satisfaction. In fact, at this time, Chahar could no longer pose a threat to Daming.
The Great Ming's cavalry was well-trained and well-equipped. Seventy thousand cavalrymen were truly seventy thousand. Every single one of them was equipped with muskets, top-notch sabers, and all of them were wearing plate armor. The combat strength of both sides was on a completely different level.
The battle didn't last too long. It ended after a little more than two hours.
Because most of the Chahar tribe had chosen to surrender, Buyan Chechen clearly wasn't that popular.
Qi Jiguang rode his horse to Buyan Chechen. At this time, Buyan Chechen was already lying on the carriage. His face was abnormally pale, and he was panting heavily. He looked like he was going to die at any time.
Originally, Qi Jiguang wanted to say something to Buyan Chechen, but seeing him like this, Qi Jiguang decided not to say anything. He didn't want to anger the old man to death.
"Medic, medic!" Qi Jiguang had to call someone to find a medic. It was better to take a look at Buyan Chechen first!
Otherwise, he would die.
The battle was over, and the merit of capturing the enemy leader was already in his hands. If he died of illness, then the merit would be gone.
Qi Jiguang also planned to let Buyan Chechen go to the capital to meet the three Duoyan Guards and Horqin's tribal chiefs. At that time, he might even be able to perform a grassland dance for His Majesty the Emperor.
If he were to die of illness, not only would he not be able to dance, he probably wouldn't even have a chance to become an emperor.
However, Qi Jiguang also understood why the people of Chahar tribe had lost their will to fight. Firstly, the Great Ming was truly strong. Secondly, Buyan Chechen was about to die. His subordinates had long lost the will to follow him. Thirdly, these people probably did not want to follow Buyan Chechen to Mo Bei.
The losses they suffered along the way were great, but when they reached the other side, they still had to fight for grasslands with all their might. Could it be that there was a grassland with abundant water and grass waiting for them?
The other reason was related to Daming's grassland policy. With Wala as an example, who wouldn't be envious?
What kind of days had the Wala tribe been living these past few years?
That was because they had grain, wine, and tea leaves. Even wool could be sold at sky-high prices. What about his side?
What kind of life was that?
The three tribes of Duo Yan and Horqin were destroyed, but Daming, there was no massacre!
All he did was move the Khan to the capital and leave the others untouched. In that case, working for Daming seemed to be pretty good.
If their will to fight was not strong, their fighting ability would naturally be weak. When Buyan Chechen was trying to escape, these people would be holding him back, let alone now.
Daming had won the battle, but Qi Jiguang felt empty. The battle to destroy Chahar was his last battle. He had wanted to fight it out with a bang, but it ended like this.
After giving some instructions, Qi Jiguang went to calm himself down.
The capital, Hall of Literature.
Zhu Yijun flipped through the memorials in boredom. His mind was already preoccupied with the war at Northern Borderline. He couldn't read these memorials at all.
Standing up irritably, Zhu Yijun walked to the door of the hall and looked at the blue sky and white clouds with an expressionless face.
Although he knew that he had done a lot of things, although he knew that Daming's army was strong, although he knew that Chahar was no match for Daming, Zhu Yijun was still worried.
Ever since he had transmigrated, he had been working hard and making arrangements. Now, he had finally reached the end of the major phase.
This was the major phase of Daming's development that Zhu Yijun had set for himself. The end of the first phase was to annex Southern Mongolia. There would be no war at Northern Borderline, then invade the Japanese Empire and turn the Japanese Empire into Daming's colony.
Twenty years of hard work, and now he only lacked Chahar. Once he took Chahar, he would be done.
The end of the first phase was too important for Zhu Yijun, because the first phase was the foundation of the second phase!
Whether it was the further reform of the domestic system or the next step of expansion, everything in the first phase was to make arrangements for the next phase.
Now that it had reached the critical moment, even if Zhu Yijun was very confident, he inevitably felt worried and uneasy.
"Imperial Majesty, good news from Northern Borderline!"
Zhang Jing ran in from outside with a memorial in his hand. After coming to Zhu Yijun, he knelt on the ground with a thump, raised the report with both hands over his head, and said loudly, "Imperial Majesty, great news! North Dinghou has defeated Chahar and captured Buyan Chechen alive. The prairie has been completely pacified!"
Zhu Yijun was immediately excited when he heard this. He reached out and took the memorial.
Looking through the report written by Qi Jiguang, Zhu Yijun's hands were trembling. Perhaps others were equally happy, but Zhu Yijun knew that no one knew what this victory represented. No one knew what Daming's conquest of the prairie represented.
After reading the report, Zhu Yijun suddenly laughed.
That laughter was exceptionally hearty, and it was so relaxed and happy that Zhang Jing was stunned.
Although Zhang Jing knew that his Imperial Majesty wanted to win this battle, he was still quite worried about it. In Zhang Jing's opinion, the Imperial Majesty's worries were unnecessary. No one believed that Chahar could make any waves at this time.
But now, seeing the Imperial Majesty's smile, Zhang Jing felt that there might be something he didn't know.
After a while, Zhu Yijun's happiness subsided. He reached out and put down the memorial in his hand. He said loudly, "Pass the decree to the Cabinet of the Grand Council. Reward him handsomely!"
"Yes, Imperial Majesty!" Zhang Jing turned around and ran to pass the decree.
That night, Zhu Yijun was very happy. That night, Zhu Yijun got drunk. It was the first time since he ascended to the throne 20 years ago!
The news of the great victory quickly spread throughout the whole of Beijing. Next, the whole city celebrated. From the nobles and ministers to the peddlers and servants, everyone was happy because they knew that the Great Ming Dynasty's northern border would no longer have any major troubles.
It should be known that many of the old people who experienced the siege of the capital were still alive!
Countless people kowtowed to the capital on the streets, and the sound of "Long live the emperor" resounded throughout the capital.
At this moment, Zhu Yijun's reputation reached its peak. The title of the greatest emperor throughout the ages was firmly placed on his head.
Zhu Yijun quickly issued an edict that there would be no curfew in the capital for three days of the celebration. Honours and merchants also responded to Zhu Yijun's call. Even the business of the brothels doubled, and the wine sold like crazy. The whole capital was immersed in a sea of joy.