Mukhan Timur* woke up with a long bang, only to feel a splitting headache, and no strength in his whole body.

"That Yan, that Yan! That Yan woke up, that Yan woke up!" someone next to him shouted, his voice full of joy.

Timur struggled to open his eyes, and only then did he realize that he was on a climbing plow, covered with several layers of thick felt, and two guards, one on the left and one on the right, tightly protected him in the middle.

At this moment, his voice was heard, and the two guards leaned down to inspect it, and shouted loudly for joy, and stopped the plow.

"It's ...... Where?" he frowned slightly, shook his head, pushed the skin away, and asked. Just the words came out, but he was startled by himself.

The voice was hoarse and low, like rusty iron rubbing against each other, and it was not like a human voice.

"That Yan, let's ......" The guards listened to his question, glanced at each other, and their faces showed a look of shame and gloom, and they were speechless.

At this time, the plough had stopped, and one after another soldiers surrounded them, and although they were all full of concern, none of them spoke.

Timur rolled his gaze and glanced around the soldiers, an unhealthy flush on his face, and closed his eyes in pain.

He remembered the sudden glacial waters, the sudden flight of wolves, and the overwhelming howls and wails......

Because of his own carelessness and contempt, he finally fell for the tricks of the Ming people, resulting in the death of almost all the entire army of 10,000.

It was a nightmare.

No, wait, I seem to have forgotten something...... Ah, yes, ambush! He remembered that at the last moment, the scouts spotted the ambush. I was angry and bloody, desperate to come desperately, but suddenly fainted. And what about later?

He suddenly thought of the way his guards couldn't go on just now, and his heart sank to the bottom. Will you not be angry because of the army, is it because of your own uncalmness, which has caused greater losses?

Thinking of this, he suddenly opened his eyes again, stared at the guards beside him, and said in a deep voice: "Say......! What's going on now?"

The guard was silent, but he couldn't help it, lowered his head and whispered: "Nayan, the villains were just taking the road at that time, and they didn't know ...... I don't know where I am now......"

Timur was shocked and lost! Lost in the steppe, it was almost equivalent to falling into a dead situation. Regardless of the fact that they are native Mongolians, they also have a lot of unknowns compared to the vast steppe.

But there is no need to panic too much at the moment, for ordinary people, getting lost on the grassland is almost equivalent to death, but for herders, the probability of finding their way again is always much greater than that of ordinary people.

He calmed down for a moment, closed his eyes vigorously, and then opened them again, gritting his teeth and struggling to sit up.

At present, the situation is critical, and he does not know the specific losses, as the chief general, he must immediately rise up to preside over military affairs and appease the morale of the army, so as to save the lives of himself and his soldiers to the greatest extent.

However, he tried twice in succession, only to find that he could not control his body at all. It seems that all the strength in the body has been drained, and the vigorous energy that used to be permeated is now like a dry river, and there is no longer the slightest loss.

What's going on? He angrily pushed away the guards who were trying to help him, and tried again......

Once, twice, three times...... Eventually, he lay on his back in despair, leaving only a heavy wheezing sound.

"Roar—" He closed his eyes, let out a beast-like roar in his throat, and two tears flowed down his cheeks.

He had just realized that this wound was completely from within. This kind of internal injury does not look like anything on the outside, but it comes at the cost of the complete collapse of the foundation in exchange for the repair of its own functions.

In other words, he can only live like an ordinary person in the future. You can no longer leap on the horse and fight on the battlefield.

"That Yan ......" the guards all showed sadness on their faces and called in a low voice. Also as a warrior, they can most deeply understand the pain of Mukhan Timur.

The wind whined and blew across the field, like an elegy for the withering of heroes.

After a long time, Muhan Timur slowly opened his eyes, and said with a slight trembling but firm voice: "Help me ..... up." ”

The guards hurriedly stepped forward, carefully helped him to sit down, and carefully covered him with layers of thick felt. The body that was greatly damaged inside can no longer withstand the wind and cold of the grassland.

Looking at Timur's pale but strong cheeks like a knife, and his self-insistent and calm eyes, the guards couldn't help but burst into tears, and some were already sobbing in a low voice.

Muhan Timur's heart was like a knife, he closed his eyes slightly, took a deep breath, and then opened his eyes and said lightly: "What happened to me after I passed out? Can I fight the Ming army ambush? What are our losses?"

His tone was flat, although he revealed a little weakness, but that calmness gave the soldiers unspeakable confidence, and he let go of the once fearless general and returned to his eyes again.

"No, after Na Yan fainted, we didn't dare to resist recklessly, and changed direction in advance and got out of the blockade. Therefore, there was no battle damage, but they were in a hurry, and many people couldn't keep up, and finally they were separated......" The more the guard spoke, the quieter his voice became, and he peeked at him with some uneasiness.

Mukhan Timur's face was calm and unwavering, and he did not have a seizure as he thought, but after a slight pause, he continued to ask: "What about the loss?"

The guard subconsciously raised his head and glanced around, and then said gloomily: "Right now, about ...... There are about 2,000 or so people......"

The corners of Timur's eyes twitched, and although there was still no expression on his face, the hand hidden in the felt blanket was clenched tightly.

There were less than 2,000 people, and there were less than 2,000 people. A whole army of 10,000 people was buried alive! Timur's heart was like being bitten by a poisonous snake.

He gritted his teeth vigorously, and sat quietly without saying a word, motionless, like a sculpture in the cold wind.

All the soldiers felt an invisible depression, and thousands of people looked at their commander silently, and not one of them made even the slightest sound.

After a long time, Timur finally raised his eyelids again and began to give one order after another.

Let the casualties be recounted, and the few remaining horses and supplies will be distributed, and the ranks will be divided according to their combat strength. He also made people boil water and cook food, and sent several scouts to explore the way around, trying to locate the direction as soon as possible.

The Mongol soldiers were busy, and although the whole team was still immersed in the frustration of the defeat, the atmosphere of previous depression was empty. Their commander-in-chief was still there, and they were starting to call the shots again, which gave everyone hope.

He has led the group to countless victories, and this time, it must be the same. They firmly believe in this.

Half a day later, the team was back on the road and headed east. After preliminary exploration, we finally figured out the general direction. I believe that as long as you find some more markers, you can really find your way back.

Timur was still sitting on the plough, covered with a thick blanket of felt, half-leaning on the plough, his eyes distant and hollow.

What is that Da Ming Qincha doing now? Will he have other arrangements? Will he just let himself go?

A series of questions lingered in Timur's mind, and they could not get rid of it. At this time, he would no longer have a little contempt for Su Mo. This opponent is not only as treacherous as a fox, but also as a wolf.

Yes, Mukhan Timur felt that Sumo was even more like a wolf than those of them who claimed to be the descendants of the wolf. Wolves, on the other hand, will not give up their prey easily......

"Sir, what a victory! We have collected more than 2,000 dog heads from Tartars, and more than 3,000 people have been captured.

Jiang Bin wiped his face and didn't know if it was blood or sweat, and shouted excitedly in front of Su Mo. The whole person was red from top to bottom, like a demon crawling out of a pool of blood.

Su Mo copied his hands and sat on the back of the rice balls with a smile, his face couldn't hide the smugness. But he said disdainfully: "Junya, this is satisfied? That sticky Han Timur can be caught? The thief chief has not been obtained, the war has not ended, what is there to be excited about? The so-called feudal marquis is not my wish, but I hope that Hai Boping is peaceful, this is a certain wish." ”

Jiang Bin choked, and everyone next to him turned their heads to the side. This is pretending, true or false.

Chang Bao keenly grasped the key point, his eyes flashed, and he lost his voice: "Brother Mo'er, could it be that you also arranged for your backhand to catch that sticky Han Timur? Yes, what about your Rakshasa soldiers, where did they go?"

When he shouted, everyone was shocked, and they noticed that Olisses and the others, who had always been with Su Mo, were not here, and immediately looked at Su Mo.

The old god Su Mo was smiling and silent, but the smugness on his face couldn't be hidden. Xu Peng jumped up and down in a hurry, jumped over and hugged Su Mo's shoulder: "Boss, let's talk about it, let's talk about it quickly." ”

Su Mo suddenly felt a stir and struggled to shake it off. My day, an old man made such a sound that his goosebumps fell to the ground.

Chang Leopard's eyes flickered, and he tried to analyze and review: "First of all, I sneered his heart and delayed the time to let Junya take the headquarters upstream to store water." Then, at the last minute, rush to kill. We, on the other hand, cut off the Mongol camp early in the beginning and divided it into several sections. Then, those Rakshasa soldiers should ...... They should have gone to the front in advance to ambush them, right? Huh? No, no, we're just going to intercept and kill them in two hits, and although the harvest is very rich, it's an army of 10,000 after all. Mukhan Timur is also a number of fierce generals in Mongolia, and this water is actually not big, no matter how bad it is, it can collect three thousand two thousand. Olisses and they were only fifty or sixty people, and even if they were ambushed in advance, they would not be able to stop Mukhan Timur at all. Especially at the moment of life and death, the trapped beasts are still fighting, and the Mongols are afraid that they will be even more crazy than usual...... Brother Mo'er, no, General, you must have a backhand, right?!"

Everyone was surprised when they heard this, and since the two converged, everyone was in front of them, where did the so-called back hand come from? Could it be that what Chang Leopard said was true? The curiosity in his heart became more and more intense, and he could no longer care about it, so he gathered around to ask questions.

Su Mo smiled with a smile on his face, looking unfathomable, and he enjoyed enough of the treatment of a master, so he smiled and revealed the mystery.