The news of the withdrawal of the Northland army to the border came to the fat man's desk only on the third day of the northern border battle, and the fat man skimmed the entire battle carefully with some surprise.

In this battle, Rui Tangtingna's inexperienced shortcomings were covered up by effective pre-war deployment.

The army waited for work, consumed the Riaruls on favorable terrain, and then used the strategy of forcing the elite troops to break through the middle line, cutting through the enemy's defense line from the front, and dealing a heavy blow to the will of the Riaruls to fight.

This tactic really brought into full play the powerful short-range assault ability of the Rui Erdian heavy cavalry, and the fat man thought that if he was in that situation at that time, he would probably only be able to do this.

In this battle, more than 27,000 Riaru cavalry were annihilated, and the most powerful tribe on the northern border was defeated, but the Dongting people were not happy, although they finally won the battle, but the Dongting side also killed 5,000 people, and the number of wounded was as high as 11,000 people, although most of them were weaker tribal cavalry, but the overall battle loss ratio was also more than half,

This is brutal melee combat, under this kind of tough collision and confrontation, it is too difficult to reduce losses, kill a thousand enemies and lose eight hundred, unless it is like the absolute suppression of heavy cavalry against light cavalry,

The fat man put down the battle report with a somewhat uncertain face, looked out the window with deep eyes, the golden sunset shone in from the horizon, and the earth was dyed red by the red sunset, as if covered with a layer of blood.

This battle can only be regarded as a disastrous victory for the East Court, but at least it proves that most of the tribes of the East Court are indeed loyal, but the remnants of the East Court people are still there, and they defeated the main force of the Riaru cavalry, and soon slaughtered more than 50,000 people of the Yalu people

50,000 people! Even with the tenacity of the fat man, I felt a little worried in my heart, and it is said that the meadows and rivers along the way were clogged with piles of corpses, and the bright red blood seeped into the grass on both sides with the flow of water, and the wind blew, and a low-hanging red grass stalk was shocking.

"Your Majesty, I just received the latest situation! The Northland army that invaded the steppe border has retreated to the front line of the Muriès Mountains on the border," an adjutant hurriedly came in from the door,

"The Muriès Mountains?"

The fat man quickly asked the adjutant to fetch the map and began to examine the natural barrier lying between the grassland and the cold land of the north, and the form on the map still made the fat man take a deep breath

As for the cavalry, who are not good at climbing mountains, not to mention,

Obviously, the commander of the Northlanders was also quite a seasoned fellow, and after learning of the defeat of his allies, the Ryalus, he really gave up the border land he had occupied, avoiding the disadvantage of the cavalry in the steppe, and instead placed the main field of the battle in the mountainous terrain with difficult terrain and bitter cold temperatures.

The fat man's eyebrows were tightly twisted together, his hands groped along the map for a while, he raised his head with a solemn expression, and shouted to the adjutant waiting at the door, "Let Urcondo come to me!"

Soon, Urcondo walked into the fat man's room with a pale face, and the fat man made a gesture to him to sit down, but the leader of the small tribe said that he stood more naturally.

"How much do you know about this road to the Northlands, and how long will it take if you send an army to attack it?" the fat man spread out the map between the two of them, and pointed his finger at the location of the mountains on the map.

"Muriès Mountains?" Urcondo looked at the place of the fat man's finger, his face changed slightly, he didn't know the news of the battle report ahead, but it didn't affect his judgment on this matter,

"This terrain is not suitable for a strong attack!" he sorted out his thoughts and drew his hand on the map, "Judging from the map, this Muriès Mountain Range belongs to the branch of the Twilight Cloud Mountain Range that runs through the northwest..."

The fat man also found that this mountain range, which is about 100 miles long and traverses between the two places, starts from the center of the main vein, and one section of the mountain range extends to the cold land in the north with the mountain, and another section goes deep into the northern part of the Dongting grassland, like a huge herringbone lying horizontally,...,

Urcondo's voice paused, and then he continued, "In other words, even if you can conquer the first mountain range, you will have to face the larger main vein behind the mountain range,

This complex terrain is enough to put any attacking force in a dilemma where it is powerless.

Because if one of the sections is captured, it must be defended by someone to prevent the other side from going back more.

However, the temperature at the top of the mountain varies greatly, especially at night, and it becomes extremely cold, making it difficult for even northerners to stay on it.

With such unfavorable terrain and bad weather, as long as a part of the troops is stuck at the main point, it is not a difficult task to block several times the enemy for half a year, and when the time comes, the enemy who cannot see the victory will naturally withdraw because of low morale!"

"Oh, isn't there anything you can do?" the fat man looked up unwillingly, hoping to find a glimmer of hope in Ulcondo's expression

"It's not completely nothing!" Ulcondo smiled awkwardly, and pointed to a section of the road on the left side of the mountain range, "Because of the relationship between the Northland power divisions, the scope of this mountain range does not belong to the Asu Russian tribe, and a month ago, I heard from the merchants who came and went to the north in the market that there was a small fork in the road, and there could be a path extending to the territory of the Lidianko tribe at the foot of the mountain,

Urcondo explains: "The Lidianko are a medium-sized tribe in the northern cold region, numbering about 40,000 people, and they always waver on the border, calling themselves Dongting people at one time and northland people at the other, and in fact most of the smuggling goods between the two places have been transported along this fork in the road."

"So, we can get around this fork in the road?" Hearing Ulcondo's explanation, the fat man asked with some eagerness,

Ulcondo looked at the fat man, and finally shook his head, and said in an affirmative tone, "No, the rugged mountain road is secondary, mainly because this road is sandwiched between two mountains, and it is okay to walk a small caravan, if a large number of troops walk in, the location of the gorge on both sides is just the observation point where the northlanders are stationed,

They can attack from a high position, and even the most soldiers can't climb the ice-covered cliffs to attack them, and they only need to throw rocks or pry huge blocks of ice from above to make us lose a lot!"

"In other words, a small caravan can be passed?" the fat man hesitated for a moment, touched his nose with his hand, and suddenly asked

"I guess," replied Ulcondo, uncertainly, "if there were a familiar face to lead the way! I don't think the observation posts would care too much."