With two people against thousands of troops, Su Mo is not so lacking. The reason why he dared to stay with Jinong for such a moment was because of the coercion of the animal balls. After all, the Mongolian soldiers can dominate the world by relying on war horses, and if the war horses are abolished, it is basically equivalent to the entire team being abolished.

Of course, this kind of waste is not really a human waste, but can only curb the speed of the cavalry to the greatest extent. As for the lethality, it is actually not very lethal, at most it is a kind of intimidation and deterrence.

And the same is true for the * that follows later. This era is still the primary application, mostly used for artillery muskets. As for hurting people, unless it is particularly unlucky, right in the center of the explosion, then it has some effect. If there is a real effect, it is probably not as good as the huge sound and light and shadow effects of the explosion.

Sure enough, after the chaos, when Jinong forcibly suppressed the fire and made people count the losses, he found that most of the casualties were actually caused by the trampling of the horses. There are not even more than a hundred people who were really hurt by * and Su Mo.

Jinong's even was gloomy as if it were dripping, and the more this happened, the more annoyed he became. Such a defeat was like humiliation, how could he accept it with his proud nature.

Half a day had passed since the order to pursue the whole army, which meant that Su Mo only let his mount scream a few times and set off a few big explosions, which frightened Jinong alive and delayed himself for half a day. This half a day was enough time for them to run hundreds of miles away.

Fortunately, the Mongols are all natural hunters on the grassland, and the traces left by Su Mo and others have no time to hide, and there is always a moment when they catch up.

A team of scouts watched from afar ahead, adjusting their direction from time to time, guiding the team to chase after them. Jinong was no longer so cautious this time, and more than 4,000 riders rode like a huge python, winding through the boundless grassland.

That treacherous imp has no hole cards left, otherwise he wouldn't have gone into battle in person like a violent tiger Feng He, buying time to escape with this almost scoundrel method. Although Jinong was angry at this, the three corpses jumped violently, but he also completely let down his guard.

For Su Mo's opponent, he put a lot of effort into research. Judging from all kinds of signs, the little ghost has no other skills, only the treacherous and cunning, which really makes him very jealous. This is also the reason why he knew from the beginning that there was a huge disparity in numbers, but he still had to arrange it again and again.

But now it's okay, I finally forced out the bottom line of that little ghost, and the rest is equivalent to fish and meat, just wait for my knife to be flattened and pinched at will.

The team rumbled forward, chasing all the way until the sunset, and the shadow of the mountain gradually appeared in front of them, and Jinong gave the order to control the speed.

Such a rapid march, even if people can stand it, war horses can't stand it. Especially after being overshadowed before, a small half of the more than 4,000 people have become one horse and two horses, which further consumes horsepower.

The reason why the cavalry is sharp is all due to the explosive power of horsepower, or the unstoppable power when charging, or relying on strong mobility to rush in a roundabout way. If the horse's physical strength is insufficient, the cavalry will suddenly become a target and will be completely abused by the infantry.

Jinong is well versed in the way of cavalry, so naturally he will not make such a low-level mistake. At this time, people are sleepy and tired, if they are not properly relieved, even if they catch up with that hateful imp, I am afraid it will be difficult to do anything.

"What's up ahead?" Jinong dismounted, his attendant presented a bag of horses*, he raised his head and took two sips, his eyes glanced around the dismounted rest team, and then looked into the distance and asked.

The attendant took the leather bag and said respectfully: "Further west is Hang Ai Mountain." In front should be the left bank of the Dutar River, and about thirty miles later is the Duita out of the Huangerhuai. ”

Speaking of this, he suddenly hesitated, and his face showed hesitation. Jinong's eyes narrowed, and he snorted coldly.

The entourage was stunned in his heart, and hurriedly said: "Lord, the pile of towers is out of the swaying and then goes south, and it is not far from the range of the thorn part. Now the Ministry of Assassination is under the protection of the Ming Dynasty, and the Great Khan is also accepting the mediation of the Ming Dynasty. If we enter their territory like this, the villain will be worried......"

He paused at this point, and the meaning of his words was self-evident. No matter what Dayan Khan's plans and ideas, since he accepted the mediation of the Ming Dynasty on the surface, it is impossible to appear on the territory of Yibu in a grand manner. Otherwise, it is not only a slap in the face of Daming, but also a slap in the face, giving the world an impression of not keeping promises.

It is said that this kind of righteousness does not have any practical use, but at some point, it has a great impact on people's morale. Dayan, in particular, is now seeking the unification of the whole of Mongolia, and a king who keeps his promises and is far more acceptable than a cruel lord who tramples on his promises and is full of tyrannical offensive tendencies.

Of course, Jinong understands this truth better, and when he heard his entourage say this, his eyes couldn't help but sink, and he groaned slightly.

Unconsciously, was the direction of the pursuit actually to the south? Was this a coincidence or an intentional one? Jinong had always been suspicious, and he couldn't help but think deeply.

"Where are they now, and when are they expected to catch up?" he asked, halfway through.

The attendant raised his hand and called a scout, whispered a few words, and then replied, "We have already bitten their tails, about twenty miles ahead." If you leave now, you will be able to catch up in an hour at most. However, at the moment, the cubs consume a lot, and if they chase after them like this, I am afraid that the combat power is a little insufficient. ”

The retinue's words were very tactful, but the meaning in them was that they did not approve of such haste. Jinong was noncommittal, and after a little silence, his hesitant expression turned firm. As the so-called hundred-mile journey is half ninety, thirty-six worships are worshipped, if this last tremor falls short, Jinong himself will be disgusted to death.

As for the further south, it is a potential threat, but it is precisely because of this that he is more determined to attack immediately. Otherwise, if he continues to delay, he can only get Su Mo closer to that side, which is obviously not good for himself.

Yes, if you are tired on your side, Su Mo may be even more tired on your side, or she may stop and rest all night before leaving, just like herself. But Jinong didn't want to pin his hopes on the enemy's mistakes, and the feeling of being out of control was never something he liked.

In other words, they are poor and may not have enough combat strength. But how can this not be the case with the other side? At this time, it is a duel of perseverance, and whoever is weak first will lose. He is the second prince of Mongolia, the descendant of Genghis Khan, and the future king of all Mongolia, and he will never allow this kind of shame to be left.

"Order the whole army to mount their horses and continue the pursuit! This time we must complete our work in one battle, and we will never stop if we don't capture Na Sumo alive!" he made up his mind, flicked his horse whip and commanded coldly. Then he strode towards the war horse and turned over.

Bitter helplessness flashed in the eyes of the attendant, but he didn't dare to say more. He knew that his master was the most rigid and decisive character. Before a decision is made, everyone can speak as freely as possible, but once a decision is made, no one is allowed to disobey it.

The order was quickly communicated. The Mongolian soldiers, who had just eased up slightly, suddenly wailed in their hearts, but under the strict military law, no matter how reluctant they were, they didn't dare to show it at this time.

The nomadic people's naturally strong physique is fully reflected at this moment. Although he was extremely tired, he still assembled again in the three-way drum.

With a wave of Jinong's hand, more than 3,000 war horses rushed forward again. The rumbling of hooves shattered the silence of dusk. In the twilight, the formation that seemed to be more and more elongated was also a little ambiguous, as if to indicate something......

The snort of the war horse became heavier and heavier, and in this cold deep winter season, the body was also constantly drenched with sweat, which was a manifestation of the extreme consumption of horsepower. In normal times, the Mongolian knight who loves horses the most should stop no matter what, carefully wipe the horse, and then take care of it with a felt blanket. Otherwise, just this upheaval of alternating hot and cold is enough to bury the beloved horse.

But at the moment, no one cares about this. They could only lift their buttocks as much as possible to reduce the burden on the war horses in the silent gallop, in order to seek the slightest relief.

More than half an hour passed, and at the junction of heaven and earth in the distance, the sun barely left half of its red face, as if it was soaked in blood.

The ground beneath my feet was starting to get a little muddy, and that was because it was already in the mountains. Patches of primeval forests, in the endless years, deposited too many fallen leaves, soaked by spring and summer rain, and then dried up and frozen in autumn and winter, and finally formed a swamp-like saprolite.

The horse neighed softly, and with more force than usual, laboriously marched on the soft ground. This slowed down the speed of the cavalry, which was inevitably full.

Suddenly, there were a few short bone whistles ahead, and then I saw several figures scurrying in the distance among the shadows of the forest and mountains, looking panicked and confused.

Caught up!

Jinon sat on his horse, his eyes swept over those figures, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl slightly.

Sure enough, the cunning and cunning imp was still a little immature after all, and he didn't expect that he didn't care about the fatigue of the people and horses, and he didn't stop chasing after him. Looking at their panicked appearance, many of them did not even have time to get on their horses, but ran up the hill with their heads bored.

These fools, don't they understand, not to mention that two legs can't run on four legs after all, just under this terrain, even if they run up that low mountain, they will eventually be besieged and killed by their thousands of troops?

In fact, I really wish they all ran up, in that case, it is estimated that in three or five days, I can swagger up to "pick up" people.

"Order!Order the army to press in slowly, you don't have to ..... huh?!" he had made up his mind and slowly raised his hand to order. However, before he could finish his sentence, a loud bang suddenly exploded, interrupting his unfinished words.

The roar came from the low hill, and with a loud noise, there seemed to be a streamer in the air, followed by another dull loud noise. This time, the sound came from the formation of their own troops.

Amid the screams and wails, mixed with the neighing of the horses, a blood-colored lotus flower suddenly bloomed in a certain position in the procession, but the petals were all composed of the flesh and blood of the human body and the stump of the horse.

The loud bang paused for a moment, then sounded again, again and again. In the dim sky, there were more and more streamers, and the blood lotuses on the ground also bloomed one after another.

"It's ...... Artillery! It's the artillery of the Rakshasas! Beast!" Jinong finally reacted, looking at his army in chaos under the sudden blow with a sad face, and screamed, and also raised his head to the sky and spurted out a mouthful of blood, turned over and fell off his horse.