The horn did appear.

Five miles away, looking at the skyrocketing fire and rising smoke of the Rus' camp ahead, Borot's eyes were flushed with bloodthirsty red, and he ordered a halt. The cavalry is about to charge, and it is necessary to leave enough stroke and save horsepower, which is the secret of cavalry dominating the world;

Compared with Borot, who was full of only thinking about a bloody battle, Jinong had a gloomy face, looking at the camp of the Rus' people from afar, and his eyes flickered.

He had already secretly reported to Dayan Khan, and he wanted to slow down and wait for Dayan Khan's feedback to come back before deciding to stop. But his eldest brother couldn't wait for a moment, so he could only be helplessly coerced.

The camp of the Rus' army in front of him was in chaos, and it was obvious that the deputy envoy of the Great Ming Dynasty had already launched an attack, and he had achieved a lot of results. But for some reason, Jinong always felt that something was wrong. This feeling has no basis, but it is so clear.

Especially when he noticed that the whole camp seemed to be only the second half of the camp, but the first half was not moving, which was really unreasonable.

You must know that once one of the two sides is breached, it will be a completely almost completely bulldozed ending, and how can there be such a completely different demarcation situation? Unless there is really that kind of legendary 10,000 enemies, single-handedly kill through the encirclement, and then come out of the formation.

However, this is the reality, how can that kind of so-called immortal warrior really exist? In the midst of thousands of troops, any individual's martial prowess is just a joke. Then, it is clear that there must be something strange in the big battalion ahead.

No, you have to be careful, you can't start it lightly. He thought quickly, urging his horse forward to stop Borot first. Mongolian men are never afraid to fight, but they can't fall into the calculations of others and fight blindly.

However, he was still a step too late, and just as he was urging his horse to take a step, the long horn sound of the Mongol army was already sounding. With the sound of the trumpet, the Mongol army let out a shout in unison, and countless war horses were already marching forward in small steps. This small step gradually gets faster and faster, until it reaches its peak, forming an irresistible flood.

"This idiot!" Jinong's face changed drastically, and he cursed hatefully, so he had to stop the war. He raised his hand and called a personal soldier and whispered a few words.

The soldiers showed a look of doubt in their eyes, but they did not hesitate to touch their chests and answer the order, and turned the horse's head to give the order.

Since he sensed that something was wrong, Jinong would never let it go. Borot's subordinates he can't command, but his own subordinates won't follow and rush stupidly. Let's see what the mystery is.

"The eldest prince, the second prince's department has slowed down. Approaching Borot's side, he reminded.

Borot knelt lightly on the horse's back, turned his head and glanced at the position of the Jinong Department from afar, showed a look of disdain, and snorted: "Coward, I look stupid to read the Han family book all day long, how can I still have half of the blood of a Mongolian man." Leave him alone, and come and talk to him when we take the Rakshasa camp. Order, the whole army assaults, chisel through!"

Cheer up your spirits and lead the way with a loud voice. In a short time, the sound of the trumpets was raised again, and the Mongol troops roared wildly, and those at the forefront began to shoot with their bows and arrows.

There was a muffled buzzing sound, and the sky seemed to be covered by dark clouds for a moment, and a rain of arrows fell towards the Rus' camp with a sharp roar, and in an instant the ground in the first half of the camp seemed to grow a piece of black grass.

The salvo of 3,000 people was as powerful as ever.

In the Rus' camp, Chekovsky's face turned pale, and he looked at the seven or eight hundred people who had just gathered, and in a blink of an eye, nearly a third of them fell, and he couldn't help but feel like he was dead.

It is despicable that the cunning Tatars should put the main army so far behind, and the main general himself should be the bait and deceive himself into the army!

Well, the hapless corpsion commander was completely misled. In his cognition, of course, the main general should be in command of the Chinese army, how can there be someone like Su Mo, who does not scruple at all to be the vanguard and kill the enemy?

This bastard is so unreasonable, who else dares to play with him, it's completely the rhythm of no friends.

Chekovsky felt that it was really a dog, and this was called a depressed and aggrieved person. If he also understands the language of the afterlife, he must definitely look up to the sky and sigh: It's not that I'm incompetent, it's that the enemy is too cunning.

It's a pity that at this moment, he didn't care about any sighs at all, and the morale that was easily aroused was completely hit by the cold arrow rain of the Mongolian army, and once again completely hit the bottom, and in the miserable howl, he scattered and fled with a bang, and no one listened to the flickering of the head of the legion.

That's right, it's a fool. Nima, there are only a few hundred people on the other side, and there are only a few hundred people on the other side, and there are only two thousand people in this shower of arrows.

But any veteran with a little battlefield knowledge knows that although the Mongols are unparalleled in cavalry and archery, it can be said that everyone can shoot a bow and lead arrows, but in the battle array, the first to shoot arrows is only the vanguard troops, which by no means means means that it is all.

The cavalry charge after the bow and arrow cover the shot is the most terrifying, and it is also the moment when the real strength of the Mongolian army is played.

Hundreds? Hundreds, hundreds, your uncle! That damn regimental commander! Damn Chekovsky! He deceived everyone, he should go to hell! Glory? To hell, life is the most important thing.

The Rus' army dispersed, Chekovsky wanted to cry without tears, and was dragged by Kuri in despair, broke away from the main army, and went in the opposite direction.

There was no way, Curry really didn't dare to follow the crowd. The eyes of those compatriots were terrible. If eyes could kill, Curry felt that he and Master Chekov would be chopped into meat sauce in an instant.

The Marquis's main camp can't go, at least for the time being. Then, we can only hide in the brothers' camp first. The Commander of the Moritz Army in the north has always been fair and selfless, and if he doesn't think he will embarrass the young master, he will go over there.

Thinking so, he held the reins of the two horses tightly, and led the young master to quickly disappear into the boundless wilderness.

The Mongol army was unstoppable like a raging tide. But after a round of shooting, the army's dash followed. It was completely devastating, and without the slightest hindrance, it quickly occupied the entire Rus camp.

The cheers of the Mongol army were earth-shattering, and countless scimitars shone brightly in the sun, and the war horses roared, venting the excitement of the great victory.

Borot rode triumphantly on his horse, and while arranging for people to continue to chase and kill the remnants of the enemy in all directions, he squinted his eyes at Jinong, who had just entered the camp gate behind. This lowly maggot, cowardly coward, simply does not deserve to be a Mongol. I don't know what my father Khan thinks, but he always has to listen to his nonsense, and he also gave him the powerful Tumut Department as a vassal, which is simply a tyrannical thing. Borot has always been jealous and aggrieved about this, like a thorn in his flesh.

"Jinong, what kind of tricks have you seen through the Rakshasa people in the back? He tapped the bridle lightly with his horsewhip, and the sarcasm in his tone was undisguised. The pro-soldiers next to them also laughed and agreed, but they didn't dare to laugh at Jinong, but they aimed at Jinong's personal entourage, who was also a pro-soldier.

Jinong's entourage all had red faces, but they could only bow their heads and remain silent. Most Mongolian men are straightforward and will not hide it with clever words. In the face of the enemy, it is a fact that they failed to kill the enemy bravely, and they can't complain that others are laughing at them now.

Jinong's face was gloomy as if he was about to drip water, but he didn't pay attention to Borot's sarcasm, just squinted his eyes and looked around.

If the previous feeling was still a little vague, then at this moment, when he stood in this camp and saw the scene of the entire camp, that strange feeling became more and more clear.

"What about Turuletu? have you found her? What about Arur? Where are they? Even if you are dead, you should find the body. But have we found it? We have spared no military strength and traveled thousands of miles, not to break through a small military camp, but to save people!"

After looking at the surrounding situation, Jinong, who had already understood, raised his head, looked at Borot calmly, and said lightly.

Borot's sneer stopped abruptly, and even the mockery on his face didn't have time to rein, so he froze on his face.

Yes, this rush is to save people, and I only care about killing happily, why did I forget about it? And it doesn't seem that the killing is too happy, but the enemy collapses too quickly, so it can be said that I didn't encounter many enemies at all, but it seems that I just left an empty camp here. Looking back at this moment, it really feels like I have enough strength, but I have punched in the air.

Borot figured this out, and there was no longer any smugness left in his heart, but a feeling of shame and anger rose endlessly.

Jinong only pointed out the fault that he didn't save people, but he didn't point out the loophole that the number of enemies was wrong, this was not to take care of his big brother's face, but he didn't bother to bring it up with himself at all.

This brother has always looked down on himself, thinking that he is just a reckless man, just as he also looks down on this brother, thinking that he has been poisoned too deeply by the books of the Han people, and can only make petty calculations and lose the blood pride of the Mongols.

Borot knows all this, knows it deeply. So he won't be grateful at all, Jinong let it go like a charity, which will only make him more ashamed and angry, and helpless grievances.

"Find Begi and the others, and if you can't find them, wipe your necks yourselves." He couldn't get angry at Jinong, so he could only transfer his anger to his own soldiers.

The pro-soldiers had long lost the interest of laughing at their peers, and when they heard the roar of their master, their faces suddenly changed miserably, and they turned their horses around and left in embarrassment. As for what Borot said, no one could wipe his neck or something, they naturally understood that it was a cruel word, and there was no need to worry too much. The reason why he walked so fast was that he was actually avoiding the secret fight between the two princes, which was the real danger.

Jinong watched Borot attack indifferently, and his face was unhappy. This eldest brother's stupidity and mediocrity have been proven countless times, and he can't be happy at all. If it weren't for the need for such a person to stand in front of him to shield the dark arrows, ten Borots would have been killed by him.

So his attention at this time didn't care about what Borot did at all, but all focused on all kinds of inferences.

The front and rear camps are completely different, the obvious traces of the two impacts in the front camp, and the footprints, numbers and directions of various runs outside the camp......

This is a plan to lead the water to the east! And the little sisters, I am afraid that they have become the bait of the other party's layout. Even he had a faint feeling that he and others might be a kind of bait.

He took a deep breath, his eyes shining with a very cold glow, like a sharp sword suddenly unsheathed.