It is a small col overgrown with trees and thorns and grass.

Timur personally helped Tuluborot to sit down against a tree, and the outside was surrounded by a climbing plough to form a shelter, leaving only a half-man-high space in front of him to breathe.

The remnants of the rout in the two miles were combined in one place, and now there were only five hundred, but they also filled this small mountain pass.

Coupled with the respective horses, this is not to mention crowded. It was almost crowded, but fortunately, the horses were all rushed to the back and gathered together, otherwise I was afraid that I would turn around and hit the horse's buttocks.

The only benefit of this cramped environment is that they can reduce the area to a minimum. It's just that between the activities, those who were punctured and scratched by dense thorns were unknown to men.

Near the mouth of the mountain, there was a circle around everyone, and several fires had been lit at this moment, and thick smoke rose up, so that the few remaining large yellow mosquitoes did not dare to fall.

It's just that the mosquito is blocked, but the smoke is enough for people and horses. There was no way, everyone ripped off their clothes and tore them into strips of cloth and covered their faces. There was no water in the col, but fortunately it was early spring, and a lot of residual snow had melted, so it was enough to apply it.

This toss and turn, but finally barely survived. It's just that the smoke in the col is too thick, and most of the big yellow mosquitoes outside have already left with the golden armor, but they don't notice it, and they only think that their resistance is effective.

The terrifying mosquito swarm stopped, and everyone let out a long breath. Mukhan Timur and his men were better, although they kept fleeing, but they finally had a moment of rest;

But not on Tuluborot's side, the gang went straight for days and nights, and almost never stopped. Now that this gap has finally been obtained, everyone, including Tuluborot, fell to the ground and fell asleep almost immediately.

Sticky Timur was helpless, and commanded the people to carry all the sleeping ones to the climbing plough one by one, and gathered all the felt blankets to cover them. This is icy and snowy, once it is cold, it is equivalent to stepping into hell with one foot.

And even with this measure, I am afraid that most of these people who have slept in the past will never wake up. Their physical strength and spirit were already overdrawn, and they suddenly relaxed from the high tension, as if they had completely let go of their body's own resistance. should be able to rely on his own physique to resist the cold on weekdays, but now there is no barrier at all, and the result is unknown.

Sticky Timur was draped in two layers of felt carpet and looked at Tuluborot who was lying beside him snoring, but saw that this very stout man who was born in the past was now with his cheeks collapsed, and he was emaciated and haggard about to lose his appearance.

His hair was unkempt and sloppy, and he smelled heavy from head to toe. The neckline and back are salted one by one, and I don't know how much sweat it takes. Being able to sweat so much in this kind of weather shows their experience.

With a sigh, he ordered someone to fetch the snow and melt it to boil hot water. At this time, even a little more calorie intake can greatly improve the chances of survival.

"What about our losses?" he asked, leaning against the trunk of the tree, whispering to the guards beside him.

The guards lowered their heads and said gloomily: "Even those from Dataiji's side, there are less than five hundred people in total. There are still more than 400 horses, but most of them are injured, and I am afraid that they will not be able to run far. Most of the rest of the baggage was lost, and it was ...... even for a day," he said, and his words came to an abrupt end.

Mukhan Timur did not speak, but closed his eyes slightly. By now, he was so numb that he couldn't even get angry.

"Kill the horses, and kill all the ones who are slightly wounded. Leaning slightly, he commanded lightly, and an unspeakable look of pain flashed in his eyes.

The Mongols cherish war horses the most, and often regard them as brothers and relatives. Now it is very sad to kill horses for meat.

The guards responded in a low voice. Mukhan Timur thought for a while and said, "Find a few people who are nimble, find a hidden place to investigate the situation outside." I guess the pursuers behind me shouldn't be far away. However, with this group of weird yellow mosquitoes, it may also be an opportunity for us to get out. ”

The guards were stunned for a moment, then snapped their hands, clapped their hands and said happily: "What Yan said is reasonable, but let those Ming dogs also taste the power of the big yellow mosquito, that is the will of the Immortal Heaven." Let them know that this steppe belongs to us Mongolians after all, but it is not something they can step into at will. ”

Muhan Timur shook his head slightly, his face showing a bit of bitterness. Those yellow mosquitoes bite people without distinguishing between Mongolians and Central Plains people, otherwise everyone would not have fallen to this point.

However, the so-called morale can be inspired, and if the people below can have this spiritual sustenance, it is always a good thing, but there is no need to break it.

If he knew that the leader of the Yellow Mosquito, who represented the will of Immortal Heaven in the mouth of the guards, would he vomit blood and die after trying his best to curry favor with his master at this moment.

Wave your hand and let the guards go down. Mukhan Timur raised his head and squinted through the dense branches above, but saw that the sky seemed to be cut into one side, as fine as a net, how could there be the kind of sparse and wide silhouette that he was used to seeing on weekdays?

He thought of the word, and suddenly he couldn't help but feel a palpitation. It seemed to be some kind of foreshadowing, and he suddenly felt a very heavy sense of foreboding.

At this moment, a puff of fine snow suddenly fell on the top of his head, and the snow penetrated through the gap in his collar, turning into cold snow in an instant, making him shiver and suddenly change color.

He reached out and tore open the felt blanket, prostrate himself on all fours, and pressed his ears to the ground. After a moment, a flash of shock and anger flashed in his eyes, and he stood up.

The fall of snow from the trees, the faint tremors on the ground, all meant one thing: cavalry! There were cavalry approaching! And there were quite a few cavalrymen.

At this time, in this place, who else could have cavalry of this size? That Great Ming Qin sent Su Mo! He finally caught up.

"That Yan, that Yan, there is a situation!" Just as he was about to order everyone to get on their horses and prepare for battle, the guard who had gone down to give the order had already rushed over with a shout.

"But the Ming people are here? What about the big yellow mosquito outside?"

The guards were stunned, and then nodded violently: "It's not sure if it's a Ming person, but it's obvious that a large group of cavalry is approaching quickly, and judging from its speed and direction, it is definitely not goodwill." Also, the big yellow mosquito outside has already retreated, if you want to leave, it's the right time, and if it's too late, I'm afraid it will be too late......"

Muhan Timur's cheeks twitched fiercely, and after only a little hesitation, he immediately said decisively: "Get on your horse and prepare to rush out." Life and death are in sight, and you can't delay for a moment!

The guards promised loudly, but then looked at Tuluborot who was asleep on the ground, and said in a low voice: "Nayan, Dataiji, they ......."

Timur's eyes jumped slightly, a touch of cruelty flashed in his eyes, and he said coldly: "Order someone to tie Da Taiji to the horse, and you and I will personally protect it." Others...... Those who can wake up give them horses to walk together, and those who can't wake up don't have to bother. ”

The guard was startled, but then nodded heavily, beat his chest and turned away. After a while, there was a neighing of horses in the col, and the Mongol soldiers picked up the fire that blocked the way, and galloped out of the war horses desperately.

At the head of the procession, Mukhan Timur took the lead, followed closely by Tuluborot, who was still sleeping soundly, and went east without looking back. And in the south, as far as the eye can see, a line of black shadows emerges like a tide, chasing this side without stopping.

"Go, don't look back! Don't stop!" cried Timur cried out as he swung his whip again and struck him on the back of the horse. The war horse neighed in pain, squeezed out the only remaining trace of physical strength, and increased its speed by a few points again.

The Mongol soldiers responded one after another, and the shouts and neighing of the war horses mingled together, like a piece of music for escape.

But they didn't realize that just before the chasing cavalry, a dense mist suddenly crossed an arc and circled in front of them at a very fast speed.

Death, opening his eyes again, let out a silent smirk.

Under the sky, on the mottled grassland, the two teams of knights were no more than three miles apart, and they were running wildly. Over time, the spacing gets shorter and smaller.

"Nayan, this won't work. Our war horses have not yet recovered their strength, and I am afraid that we will not be able to get rid of them. It's better to leave a team of people to break off and block them. The guards, who were running beside Timur, shouted loudly in the wind.

Mukhan Timur's face was as pale as iron, and he turned his head to look at the pursuers behind him, and there was blood in his eyes. At the moment, he had only five hundred men in total, and there were not even half of the soldiers who could fight. With just over 200 people, trying to stop more than 1,000 people on the other side is no different from sending them to death.

But at this moment, either everyone dies together, or he can only sacrifice some people in exchange for that glimmer of life, and he has no choice.

Secretly gritting his teeth, he closed his eyes vigorously, and when he opened them again, he was full of cold and determined color. Raising his hand to draw a half circle in mid-air, a team of more than 100 knights immediately separated, and each of them beat his chest heavily on the horse, and then turned his horse's head and rushed out with a roar.

Timur's cheeks twitched sharply, and the knuckles of his hand holding the reins turned white. Each of these brave and loyal soldiers was a confidant who had followed him for more than ten years. In the past ten years, countless battles have not been lost.

However, today, they are destined to never turn back, but not even one of them has hesitated.

"Ah——!h

Roar –

As if in response, a beast's roar rang out behind him. This roar made the galloping team pause for a moment, and at the same time, there was a continuous scream and wailing sound behind it......