There is a saying in this world that "meanness is the passport of the mean, and nobility is the epitaph of the noble".

Timur may not have known this famous saying, but this did not prevent him from becoming an interpreter of this famous saying.

He may not be noble, but he can't stand talking about meanness, and he is obviously not as far as Su Mo. So, he can only be that loser.

In the big tent, a ...... broke again Calendula. There are really no porcelain bowls, and fine ceramics are not available to ordinary people, especially in Mongolia.

The two that Timur broke in the year are the only two lamps, or they were rewarded by Dayan Khan for his great achievements in the past, and he has always loved them as treasures. As a result, I thought it would be a smooth expedition this time, so I buried all the two porcelain cups.

"Too much deception, too much deception!" Back in the camp, Timur, who had been trying to endure it, finally broke out. Walking around in the big tent with his waist pinched, like a trapped beast that wants to choose people to devour.

The following commanders all felt the same way, and all of them were bearded halberds, and the scolding was endless. It can be seen from this that Mr. Su's group taunting skills are very powerful.

"Na Yan, why should you suffer such a disgrace? Give me two thousand troops, and I will be able to level them!"

"If you want two thousand-person teams, just one of them. As long as Na Yan gives the order, I will definitely go and take off the head of the Han dog......"

"That's it, that Han dog insulted my wolf descendants like this, which can be tolerated or not. ”

"Order, Nayan!"

All the heads of thousands of households shouted one after another, and Timur was upset by the noise, turned around suddenly, raised his legs and kicked the case over, and said angrily: "Shut up for me!"

Everyone was stunned, and the noise stopped abruptly.

Nian Han Timur's wolf-like gaze slowly swept over everyone, and said angrily: "Fight, I don't know that they are vulnerable? I am willing to bear such humiliation? But if it is simple, how can Jinong's safety be guaranteed? Are you all blind? With the meanness of Naming Dog, once he is pressed, will it not harm Jinong's life!"

Everyone looked at each other and bowed their heads. It's just that everyone's face is weird, a little silly and a little disdainful.

"It's better to have a Jinong like that...... someone muttered quietly. It's not loud, but it's loud enough for everyone to hear. Everyone's faces showed a look of deep disapproval.

Timur's temples jumped and jumped, and his worst fears finally broke out. "Bastard, who is talking nonsense? Urus is the son of the Great Khan, and he is the 20,000 Jinong households of the left wing of the Great Khan, so there is no room for you and me to put their beaks in their beaks. ”

The heads of thousands of households were silent, but the sadness and indignation on their faces did not diminish at all. One of them blushed with a rough appearance, and suddenly stood up and retorted loudly: "No, he is not worthy to be the son of the Great Khan, and he is not worthy to be our Mongolian Jinong." How could anyone have forced his subordinates to die in order to save their lives? This is the shame of the descendants of the blue wolf!"

As soon as these words came out, they immediately attracted thousands of households to nod their heads. One person started to start, and another person stood up and said, "Na Yan, we have done enough for him." It was retreating and letting the big camp go, and now even cattle and sheep have to be offered. Isn't it going to be two days before we have to offer our heads?"

"Yes, yes, yes! The Han people have always been greedy and excessive, and they have to make inches. This time, he asked us to retreat 20 miles, but 20 miles away is the Xiling River, so could it be that we should retreat to the river?

"Yes, Na Yan, this time I must not give in again. If that person is worthy of our Jinong, we have nothing to say. But you also heard that Yan, is such an act worth the sacrifice of our Mongolian warriors?"

"Alas, it's a shame! it's a shame for the Golden Family......"

Everyone, you say a word to me, Timur's head is as big as a fight, and he is in a dilemma. In his heart, didn't he want to ignore the big fight? For Urusborot, he also felt complicated at this moment, and he didn't pay as much attention as he did at the beginning.

It's just that he is different from these middle-level commanders after all, and he vaguely feels that the so-called bad deeds of Urusborot are afraid that there is something else hidden. It's just that there is no evidence, and secondly, Urusborot's performance today really disappointed him. A big man's family actually shed tears in front of the enemy, this is simply ......

"Okay, don't talk about it. He sighed tiredly and waved his hand to stop the chatter of the people below.

"In any case, he is also the flesh and blood of the Great Khan. There are all kinds of things that are not, and there are also Great Khans who personally deal with it, and it is not your turn to ask. What we have to do is to bring him back intact, and don't ask anything else!"

Having said that, the commanders couldn't hold on anymore. Everyone looked at each other, and they had to touch their chests in unison.

"But Nayan, do we really have to retreat another twenty miles? But twenty miles away...... It's the Xiling River. One of them asked with a helpless look on his face.

Nianhan Timur frowned, thought about it and waved his hand irritably: "Then camp according to the Xiling River, and Liang Na Ming Qincha can't say anything." Do you want to force us into the river? ”

The commanders responded one after another, and turned around and went out dejectedly. Timur turned his back to the tent door with his hands on his shoulders, listened to the people behind him leave, and finally let out a long breath. But then he kicked the table that fell to the ground with hatred, and muttered and cursed......

"Retreated, and they did retreat again. In the camp opposite, Xu Pengju excitedly rushed into the big tent of the Chinese army, and reported to Su Mo and the others with his eyebrows fluttering.

He is now impressed by this boss. With the remnants of more than 1,000 soldiers, the 10,000 Mongol army was forced to retreat again and again, which is simply a myth like a fantasy.

Not to mention, they even have to ask for military rations from the other party's mouth, which will be transmitted back to Beijing, and I am afraid that the teeth of those old people will also be shocked.

The shamelessness of the boss of his own family is simply amazing.

The Chang brothers glanced at each other, and they all had constipated expressions on their faces. They also opened their eyes this time, and the shamelessness of someone was refreshed again and again, and there was no bottom line at all.

Su Mo smiled at the corner of his mouth, but a cold light flashed in his eyes. Waving his hand to let Xu Pengju stand aside, he slowly stood up, his eyes swept over everyone one by one, and when everyone gradually stopped speaking, he said in a deep voice: "The fire is almost over, everyone go back and prepare, and listen to my military orders at any time." ”

Everyone was slightly stunned, and then reacted. Chang Bao's eyes lit up, he suddenly looked up at Su Mo, and said in a lost voice: "I understand, it could be ......"

As soon as the words came out, Su Mo's stern gaze looked at him. Chang Leopard's heart sank, and he suddenly realized. He hugged his fists heavily, and without saying a word, he pulled his brothers and turned out.

Wei Yi, Wei Si and Xu Peng were left to mention a few, and they originally wanted to ask a few more words, but seeing that they had no thoughts about this posture, they all followed and prepared.

In the big tent, only Su Mo and the fat man were left. Su Mo walked to the tent door, lifted the tent curtain and looked at the sky, and asked without looking back, "Is there a problem over there?"

The fat man followed silently, nodded and said, "Young master, don't worry, it's all right." I just don't know if the Burial Soul Valley will be in time, after all, the time is still too tight, and our people can't return in time. ”

Su Mo nodded: "It's okay." Even if they can't catch up, as long as Urusborot is still in our hands, the Mongols will not dare to act rashly. This time, even if you can't kill them, you will make Dayan hurt to the bone marrow, and you won't dare to play yin with us again. ”

The fat man nodded with a smile, but suddenly smiled, glanced at Su Mo secretly, and said hesitantly: "Young master, but you have made the Mongols miserable by coming like this." That...... That Begi is there......" As he said this, he suddenly paused, and his face was complicated.

Others don't know, but the fat man knows best. Don't look at the young master's ruthless appearance of rushing to kill, but the fat master knows that the young master owes a lot to that Beiji. For that straightforward and heroic little girl, let alone the young master, even his fat master is also very fond of it, and he really can't bear to hurt it.

But in the current situation, the two are bound to be opposed. The young master spent so many hands and feet, although it was to avenge Wei Er's hatred and Wei San's hatred, but also to take this opportunity to go straight to the royal court. Then when the time comes, how will they face it?

Su Mo didn't speak, his face was uneasy, as if he hadn't heard it. But if you look closely, you can see that when the fat man mentioned Turuletu, his eyes shrank sharply, and a deep shame and sorrow flashed in his eyes.

"Go get ready. After a long time, he put down the curtain and said lightly. After a pause, he said: "You personally escort Urusborot, and you must ensure that nothing goes wrong." In our later plays, this person is the key. ”

The fat man nodded heavily, didn't ask any more, turned around and strode away. Su Mo stood at the door of the tent, looking at the distant sky, his eyes deep and uncertain. After more than half a year of running around, it has finally come to this point......

The sky gradually darkened, and the Mongolian camp on the opposite side was empty, leaving only a mess.

The Syring River is one of the main veins of Lake Baikal and is much more abundant than the Tamir River. In this early spring season, large chunks of ice floes are torn apart by the turbulent currents. When the waves rise and fall, they collide with each other from time to time, making a crisp sound.

The Mongol camp was re-entrenched, right next to the river. This location is affected by the river, and many new young grasses break through the soil early, and are most popular with cattle, sheep, horses and other livestock. After eating the hay for the winter, the horses also need to change their taste and chew the fruit twice. Of course, the wrangler who is familiar with breeding knows that this kind of chewing fruit must not be too much, otherwise the horse will eat too much, and it will be diarrhea.

As a result, tens of thousands of horses were scattered along the wide riverside, and almost half of the riders were also on the side. While taking water from the river to wipe the harness, he controls the speed at which the horses eat.

As the sun sets, the horizon as far as the eye can see is completely dyed, forming a large area of burning clouds, and when it is magnificent and psychedelic, it is also faintly revealing a strange blood color.

Everyone was immersed in this beautiful fantasy of peace and quiet, but no one noticed that the river in front of them was much less than in previous years......