"Are they crazy, are they crazy? This account must be settled, it must be settled!" Marquis Eno screamed in anger with blood-red eyes.

Everyone inside and outside the big tent was silent, and no one dared to touch his head at this time. It is said that since the defeat of Kampal, the entire Rus camp has no one to restrain him, and it has completely become a hall of words for the Marquis of Eno.

It was supposed to make Marquis Eno very comfortable, but the strange attack that suddenly appeared made Marquis Eno very annoyed.

The attack did not come from anyone, but from a terrible mosquito: the steppe yellow mosquito.

I don't know what kind of variant this giant yellow mosquito is, the mosquito that was supposed to die out in the winter has strangely survived, and caused great trouble to his troops.

Although this trouble did not cause death, it made the soldiers miserable, and for more than ten days in a row, he actually paralyzed half of his rear camp. All the mosquito-bitten soldiers had a high fever, dizziness, and constant nonsense, and could do nothing but lie in bed to recuperate.

The Marquis of Eno divided the entire battalion into four battalions, southeast, northwest and northwest, and nearly half of the main force was placed in the three battalions in the southeast, north and south, while the rear battalion was the least numerous. As for the three large battalions in the southeast and north, in fact, they are not really divided according to the direction, but in fact, they are arranged in a half-fan situation.

Among them, the southern camp was mainly set up to defend against the Tatar division in the southwest, while the eastern camp was to defend against the Dayan Khan, and the northern camp was to guard against the Siberian Khanate and several Tatar tribes further north.

The Siberian Khanate was originally a vassal state of the former Golden Horde, but after the Golden Horde was breached, the Siberian Khanate submitted to it, but Muscovy never relaxed its vigilance. Now the former four major vassal states of the Golden Horde, under the strategy of Muscovy, there is only one Siberian Khanate left. This is also because the Siberian Khanate is located in the most barren and harsh climate, so that the national strength is not strong.

Muscovy's southern invasion was carried out under the banner of the excavation of Genghis Khan's mausoleum, but the real reason was to further thoroughly digest the remaining forces of the Golden Horde. After all, the Golden Horde, as a continuation of the former Mongolian Yuan, and the Muscovy also spent a lot of effort to finally take it, but it is not so easy to completely digest it.

This process of digestion may take several years or even more than ten years. But the incident of the excavation of Genghis Khan's mausoleum made Muscovy see a turn for the better. With this opportunity, we can not only divert our attention and speed up the annexation of the fruits of victory, but also look further south, preparing to seek more land and greater benefits.

The Rus' had an almost perverted greed for land, and the so-called "Southern Army" was born from this.

But no matter what their intentions were, it was clear that this cold winter was not the right time to do so. If you want to force it, it is not impossible, but you must be prepared for a major effort in advance.

And this also happens to be the crux of the wrestling between the forces behind Eno and the forces behind Kampal.

The forces of the Count of Kampal, represented by Princess Sophia and her son, the imprisoned Prince Vasily. They hoped that by completing this digestion quickly, they would increase the prestige of Prince Vasily, and in turn force His Majesty the Grand Duke to release the prince. And for this, they do whatever it takes.

The forces represented by the Marquis of Eno resolutely rejected Sophia's mother and son, who represented the interests of the Eastern Roman Empire, from the throne. It would be self-evident, then, not to give them this opportunity to increase their prestige, and to maintain a smooth and moderate digestion of the remaining interests of the Golden Horde.

This is also the reason why Marquis Eno tried every means to suppress and even finally take Kampal and repatriate him to the country.

It was for this purpose that he took the initiative to divide the entire battalion into four. After dividing the troops in this way, there is absolutely more than enough self-protection, but it is slightly insufficient in attack, and no one can say anything.

And the Marquis of Eno only needs to be stationed here leisurely, and wait until the domestic competition is decided.

Therefore, in view of this, the rear battalion he assigned to the rear, which is the so-called West Battalion, is actually mostly logistics and transportation troops. In order to facilitate the contact with the country, pick up and deliver material news.

But he never expected that Xiying, which was supposed to be without war, would be attacked by such a strange attack by the big yellow mosquito. This made him have to go to the West Camp in person to sit in the town in the cold winter and start to deal with this strange dilemma.

Fortunately, a few days ago, a batch of fuel specifically for mosquitoes and flies was transferred from China. When ignited, the fuel produces a very pungent smell and smoke, and finally shows its power today, driving away those pesky little things.

And when he dragged his tired body, thinking that he could finally rest well, he didn't want to suddenly receive an urgent report that the two large camps in the east and north that he had set up had completely fallen. Not only that, but even his confidant, Joseph, the commander of the trusted East Battalion, and Moritz, the commander of the North Battalion, also fell.

Joseph is just a newcomer, and although it is a pity that he has fallen in this battle, it will not have any effect.

But the other, Moritz, the commander of the Northern Battalion, was very different. That's the "Shield of Moscow"!

Behind him are not only the old nobles, but also famous throughout the principality, as if he is the protector of the people of the principality. If he dies like this, it will definitely cause great turmoil.

And this kind of turmoil is exactly what the forces of Marquis Eno do not want to see. That would not only give hostile forces an excuse to attack them, but would also make the domestic population distrust the entire Southern Army.

This sense of distrust, once exploited by the enemy, the Southern Legion will be in danger of completely overturning if it wants to control the entire affairs of the South, so as to suppress Princess Sophia's plan. And from this, he, the supreme commander of the Southern Army, does not know what will happen. How can this keep the Marquis of Eno from going berserk?

The Tatars have repeatedly provoked themselves, and Muscovy must do something, otherwise it will be really difficult for him to give an account to the country and the people. Not to mention the humiliation that a handful of Orientals gave him. The combination of the two at the moment suddenly made it difficult for Marquis Eno to remain calm anymore.

"Those cunning oriental monkeys!" he cursed hatefully, and a certain abnormal flush appeared on his face, which made him look a little more hideous.

"Let the soldiers get ready, and after three days of rest, the whole army will be marched. This time I'm going to teach those lowly Riba people a lesson that I will never forget!" After a temper tantrum, he gave the order with a full of anger.

The good leisure life flies, and it's all the fault of those damned barbarians. They have to pay for it! Absolutely unbearable!

The herald shouted in response, turned and ran. But after a while, he turned back again, followed by a sweaty scout.

"What's going on?" Marquis Ino asked coldly, but a sense of foreboding suddenly rose in his heart.

"The Tatars are coming, and they are following our rout, and they are coming to the main camp. The scout said with a pale face, a look of panic in his eyes. At this moment, he no longer had the arrogance and arrogance of the past, and his mind was full of legends from the past: God, could it be that the devil awakened again a hundred years ago?

Marquis Ino's hands and feet trembled slightly, his eyes widened instantly, and his heavy breathing in his nostrils was like that of an angry bull.

He wasn't like the herald, frightened by distant legends. He was angry, and Pengbay was angry.

The deception is too great! The deception is too great! Those damned natives, filthy Tatars, they really think they are muddy? They have not yet gone to their trouble, and they dare to continue attacking their main camp? Unforgivable! Absolutely unforgivable!

"Assemble the army! Assemble the army at once!" he roared in rage, his eyes as if he wanted to choose someone. "Don't wait another three days, gather all the soldiers at once, right now! I'm going to make them pay for their hubris!"

A fine ceramic tea bowl shattered at the herald's feet. The herald shuddered, and Ma Yu'er turned around and ran out. After a while, a rapid drum beat sounded over the western camp. With a furious aura......

Hundreds of miles away, the Mongolian prince Borot was covered with a scarf, sitting leisurely on his horse and slowly entering, looking forward to it.

Successively taking the two military landmarks of the Rakshasa people, although they are all like picking up cheap, but the final truth undoubtedly falls on him. The Mongols have the most important military exploits, and as the eldest prince, he has such a brilliant record, which absolutely has an immeasurable effect on enhancing his prestige.

As long as this situation continues, those younger brothers who secretly covet the throne will no longer be able to catch up, so they can only honestly bow their heads and surrender to him.

Thinking of this, he almost couldn't hold back his laughter. The army that followed around looked at it, and his eyes revealed irrepressible excitement.

The results of this action are simply beyond his imagination. The Chahan Division, the Bayan Division, and the Korqin Division, this is really a blessing from heaven, and it deserves his destiny in Tulu Borot.

The succession to the Mongol throne was certainly appointed by the previous Khan, but it was also inseparable from the support of the tribes in the clan. Large tribes such as the Chahan tribe, the Bayan tribe, and especially the Horqin tribe have always remained neutral and rarely participate in the alternation of power.

But today, taking this opportunity, he can completely use this to hold these three tribes hostage to his chariot. Even if they don't get their explicit support, just today's situation is enough to create a momentum of the three major tribes supporting themselves.

No one needs to admit anything, as long as there is this misunderstanding. Oh, I really want to thank my dear little sister, if it weren't for her, how could I have this opportunity?

Borot turned his head to look at Tululetu not far away, and saw that her eyebrows were frowning slightly, as if she was full of worry, and couldn't help but be stunned, and couldn't help but snort, and the joy that was full of joy just now turned into nothing.

That damn Han man, he stole the little sister's heart. He must die!Wait, wait for his side to be done, and then rush back and take down that cunning bastard in front of all his people. When the time comes, with the power of his successive victories, even if he is his father Khan, it will not be easy to refute his face.

As for the Ming court, hmph, if you have defeated even the Rakshasas, will you still be afraid of that sick cat that has long been rotten? Presumably, the cowardly Han court will never be an enemy of the powerful Mongols for the sake of the life or death of a mere deputy envoy.

That sour court has always been like this, hasn't it?, Borot thought triumphantly. The Tatars will rise again, and the prestige of their ancestors will return to Unai! Under the leadership of his Tuluborot Khan......