Timur was drunk.

It's true that drunkenness is not allowed in the army, but it can't stand the bitterness in Timur's heart. No, it's not just bitterness, he's also very aggrieved.

He was originally born in the cowardly Xue Army, but he was a well-known Yunduchi. The Cowardly Xue Army was a guard army established by Genghis Khan in the past, and all of them were composed of more than 100 households and brave and loyal people. And the so-called Yundu Chi means guards with knives and bows.

However, after Meng Yuan lost the country, this cowardice Xue or Yun Duchi was canceled, and they were collectively known as Jindingwei to the outside world. But the pride left by this inheritance is consistent throughout.

But this time, this pride was trampled under Su Mo's feet in every way, but he threw himself into a bogey and had to endure it. The feeling almost drove him crazy, so he finally broke his vows and ended up getting drunk.

As for saying that they are now fighting on the march, not to mention that the other side only has a thousand men, and the ratio of 1:10 of the army of 10,000 on his own side, just that shameless bastard, and even the obscene nature of extorting supplies from his side, where will there be any battle?

Combat is a game between warriors, and it is never easy to get along with the cowardly. They'll just be like rats hiding in the dark corners of the stinking gutters, shivering and scheming with some scheming tricks.

Especially when these rats succeed in their tricks, they will cheer and rely more and more on those tricks. Playing tricks, shamelessness and meanness are their battles, and nothing else.

even said that if those rats could be drunk because of a drunkenness, those rats would come to fight, and Timur would really be desperate. For this reason, even if you receive military law in the future, you will be happy.

But can they? Can they?

With this unwilling question, he closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep. He had a dream in which the rat on the other side bared its sharp teeth at him and dared to rush up and bite him.

But he was not surprised, and led the soldiers to fight back bravely, and the rats he killed were scattered and fled. The screams and screams were earth-shattering......

Groundbreaking? Well, yes, absolutely earth-shattering. Even in his sleep, he could clearly feel the shaking of the earth, as well as the terrifying momentum that overwhelmed the sky.

It was so real, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but hook up slightly, revealing a satisfied smile. But at a certain moment, he suddenly opened his eyes suddenly, turned over and sat up. The smile on the corner of his mouth has not completely disappeared, but his face is already full of horror.

It's not a dream! It's not a dream! Although he was drunk, he deserved to be the bravest warrior in Mongolia. With that peculiar sensitivity to crisis, he completely woke up from his hangover.

"Come on......" he jumped up from his seat and opened his mouth to scream. However, before he could finish shouting, the tent door was slammed open, and several soldiers rushed in in with panic on their faces.

While dressing him with clothes and armor, he said urgently: "That Yan, the gods are angry. The river swelled suddenly, and a lot of broken ice was washed down from upstream, and it was about to flood......"

Timur felt cold in his hands and feet, and his eyes were full of shock and remorse. The guards didn't react, but he understood immediately.

What kind of wrath of the gods is this, it is simply the trick of the Ming people! What is the holding of Urusborot as a hostage, and forcing himself to withdraw from the army, and extorting cattle and sheep, all of them are damned light and slow army tactics!

The cunning and treacherous Da Ming Qincha Su Mo used these unspeakable obscenities to deliberately create the illusion of cowardice and dare not fight. And they took advantage of their contempt, took advantage of the few days that had been delayed, secretly ran upstream to intercept the dam and store water, and then delivered this fatal blow at the moment when they were most relaxed.

And the beast was afraid that the treacherous plot would be exposed, so he patiently divided his retreat into two parts, so that he could retreat into this dead place without noticing.

What a vicious calculation! What a deep scheming!

Timur only felt a tightness in his chest, and suddenly a mouthful of blood rushed to his throat, but it made him press down stiffly.

He can't show it, otherwise at this life-and-death juncture, he will even more panic, and then he will really be dead.

Fortunately, it is not the height of summer at this time, and some of the early warmth thaws, and the amount of water in the Xiling River will not be too large. Especially when the river is accompanied by a large amount of ice floes, although it is much more lethal, it also slows down the flow of water a lot, leaving them relatively ample time to evacuate.

The casualties are certainly not small, but they should not be too large. As long as you can survive the initial period, you can regroup when you reach a safe place. As long as he can muster a third of his troops, he can return and strike a blow to avenge this great humiliation!

After all, there are only more than a thousand people in the damn rat generation, and the huge disparity between the forces of the two sides cannot be smoothed out by one or two schemes.

He gritted his teeth and thought, and took a group of guards out of the tent and saddled his horse. As far as the eye could see, under the dim moonlight, there was a land of Ze, and large chunks of ice floe reflected the blue luster, flowing with the rushing river.

There are countless corpses floating in the river, and the red visible to the naked eye exudes a faint bloody atmosphere. The terrible wails and screams echoed in the heavens and the earth, and from time to time you could see a few wounded horses and soldiers struggling desperately......

"Nayan, let's go quickly. It's too late!" Several guards beside him urged repeatedly, and the water had already flooded, and soon rose to the height of the horse's hooves. In the darkness in the distance, patches of torches shone brightly, and the wind could hear the shouts of Ma Naruto.

It was the chasing soldiers of the Ming army! Timur's eyes sank, revealing a bitter hatred and resentment.

Although the water caused heavy casualties, it also temporarily isolated the other party's pursuit. If they want to extend their gains, they can only wait for the water to ease a little before they can get closer.

Everything has a benefit and a disadvantage, God will not give anyone an extra gift, and it will not kill any party, this is the way of heaven!

"Let's go!" he said one last glance at the disorganized camp, turned his horse's head, whipped hard, and roared in a low voice.

The horse neighed in pain, spread its hooves and ran out desperately. Animals are far more sensitive to danger than humans. It had already been agitated and wanted to escape, but now, at the urging of its master, it was running faster and faster.

All the guards around him followed with horses, and from time to time some soldiers also joined in. In the sky, the moonlight struggled to break free from the obscurations of a dark cloud and sprinkled silver glow. However, it was soon covered by more dark clouds, and the earth was once again obscure.

Timur gritted his teeth and didn't make a sound, just desperately beat his horse and galloped. The shouting behind him gradually became clearer, and did not diminish as he moved away.

That's because the water finally began to slow down, and the Ming army quickly approached. Accompanied by shouts of killing, more screams and neighing of horses, and the clashing of swords and irons continued.

Timur's heart was bleeding, and he knew that most of the screams were soldiers from his side. Under the unexpected flooding and ice impact, even the most brave warriors, at this time, because of the unarmed and cold effects, it is not bad to use at most three points of strength.

This is no longer a battle, but a one-sided slaughter! Those are the elite of the Mongol clan. In normal times, I dare not say that one is ten, but one against three or four is easy and pleasant.

But now, they can't exert the combat power of the strong at all, and they are slaughtered and wailing like cattle and sheep.

After returning home, how to explain to the Great Khan? As soon as this thought came to mind, Timur quickly threw it away.

At this moment, when it is not time to think about this, what he needs to do most is to seize the time, gather the remnants as soon as possible, and then take revenge with a counterattack, and see if there is a chance to rescue Jinong.

As for what Dayan Khan will do with himself after he returns, Timur is full of bitterness and resigns himself to fate.

It had been half an hour since he ran away, and the shouts and wails behind him finally faded away. The solid turf was also re-planted under his feet, and as he expected, the river was not sufficiently watery this season, and even if it had been deliberately accumulated, it would not have enough stamina.

Phew—

He slowly reined in his mount, gasping and turning to look. As far as the eye could see, it couldn't help but be dark again, and I almost didn't fall off the horse. The guards who were following closely next to him hurriedly reached out to hold on.

Taking a deep breath, he pushed away the soldiers who were holding him, his eyes were as red as blood, and even the corners of his eyes cracked under too much force.

How many people are there in front of him? 3,000, 2,000, or less? Not only is the number far below his expectations, but everyone is embarrassed and miserable.

The Mongol army has never lacked war horses, and it is always a configuration of two horses or even three horses. But at this moment, when you look at it, there is no such thing as a man with two horses? On the contrary, one horse and two horses can be seen as far as the eye can see. There were others, not even horses, who could only run on two legs with their superhuman physique, so that they all collapsed to the ground at this time, panting like mud.

Except for a few people, almost all of them were disheveled and soaked. Shivering in this cold night, his face was frozen and blue.

Just by virtue of this, how can they fight back? How can they be so humiliated? Not to mention that they can take the opportunity to save Jinong, that is simply delusional!

Timur's chest rose and fell sharply, his eyes stared at the scene in front of him, and suddenly a mouthful of blood rushed up, and he couldn't suppress it anymore, and he spurted out from the sky.

"Nayan!" a shout of exclamation sounded, and all the guards gathered one after another, which made the other Mongolian soldiers also commotion.

Some began to cry quietly, perhaps frightened or weeping for loved ones, while others cursed and muttered to themselves, but many more were numb and had hopeless ashes in their eyes......

"That's the face, that's the face!!" just as everyone was silent, suddenly a horse rushed forward, and the knight shouted loudly without waiting to get closer. The voice was full of endless fear and panic.

"What's going on? Get over and talk!" Timur was furious, and turned back angrily.

"Front...... The Ming army that found the brigade in front was only ...... away from this place It's only less than ten miles...... "The person who came couldn't take care of Timur's annoyance, drove a few steps forward, and returned breathlessly.

Boom! This news immediately caused the rout to riot again. Ambush soldiers! The Ming army even had ambush soldiers?! What does this mean? This shows that from the very beginning, that Su Mo was pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, digging a trap and waiting for himself to jump down.

"But you can see clearly, how many of them are there?" Timur was so angry that his teeth were about to be crushed. A wave of dizziness hit, making him can't help but stagger.

"Look in the night...... I can't see clearly. But judging by the number of torches, it was always about a thousand......" replied the scout with chattering teeth.

There are thousands of people chasing after them, and thousands of people coming out in front to surround them. Would there be more thousands? If in normal times, there would be a few more thousands, and what would he be afraid of with 10,000 horsemen in his hands? But now...... Right now......

Timur grabbed the bridle desperately, subconsciously turned his head to look at the remnants behind him, and couldn't help but feel sad in his heart. Not to mention these two thousand people, just a thousand people alone is not something that these remnants of their own soldiers can fight against at this moment.

What should I do? Do I want to surrender and pray for life? This thought came to my mind unexpectedly, but was immediately dispelled by a violent shame. No! How can you bend your knees and surrender! The glory of the cowardly Xue army cannot be tarnished! He is a dignified Yunduchi, and he would rather die standing than live on his knees!

Thinking of this, he straightened up suddenly, pulled out his war knife with a bang, turned his eyes on everyone, and then raised his knife and shouted: "Immortal Heaven witnesses, the blue wolf is immortal......!"

As soon as he was halfway through a sentence, he suddenly blocked it in one breath, and then his eyes went black, his body shook twice on the horse, and he fell down the horse with a poof......