Wan Yankang stayed at the first camp for a day and a night, and before dawn the next day, he embarked on a new journey with the death camp.

Unlike the hasty escape of the White Horse Castle, the more than 2,000 people became a thousand, although the number was reduced by half. But in Wan Yankang's opinion, the combat power in his hand at this time has improved a lot.

The establishment of the death camp has transformed a group of rabble into an elite army.

The configuration of the death battalion is now one man and three horses. Two horses are transferred, and there is also a horse dedicated to carrying forage, dry food, tents and other materials.

The more than 1,000 herdsmen and the remaining prisoners of war who chose to leave the team drove away the cattle and sheep that had been allocated to them and fled in all directions after Yan Kang left.

Half a day after the herdsmen fled, Mu Huali rushed to the original supply point with 10,000 elite horsemen.

As far as the eye can see, the people and horses and the cattle and sheep that were originally stationed there have all disappeared. Only the messy eyes and a huge Beijing temple told Mu Huali what was going on here.

Before Wan Yankang left, let the remaining prisoners of war, cut off the heads of their dead comrades, and pile them into a Jingguan as a condition for sparing their lives.

In the choice of life and death, all the prisoners of war made the right choice, and they were each given nearly 100 cattle and sheep to rely on after escaping.

In front of the huge Jingguan, there is also a red letter cast with blood.

Temujin, grandpa go serve your lair!

In Wan Yankang's calculations, he took the death battalion to ride his horses first, and then the herdsmen scattered and fled, with traces of more than 100,000 cattle and sheep and more than 1,000 horses, which was enough to cover the route of the death camp's departure. The pursuers would have to waste at least half a day if they wanted to find out his exact whereabouts.

After the scouts had finished inspecting the surrounding traces, Mu Huali pondered for a moment, pointed to the northwest, and ordered the army to go around the camp without stopping at all.

In addition, Mu Huali also took out the silk cloth and charcoal pen in his arms, wrote a short message on the ground, and sent a team of men and horses to quickly return to White Horse City, report to Temujin, and ask for reinforcements to be sent quickly. In Mu Huali's heart, he had elevated the threat of Wan Yan Kang himself to a position beyond White Horse City.

In his opinion, as long as Yan Kang is captured, it doesn't matter whether White Horse City can be won this time.

Based on Mu Huali's judgment of Wan Yan Kang, this person must have led the army to another supply point of the Qiyan Department, which is two hundred miles northwest of this place.

Facts have proved that Mu Huali's judgment is completely accurate.

Wan Yan Kang led the daredevils and marched quickly, and when he was approaching, he rushed to the vicinity of another supply point, ready to launch a surprise attack.

There were only two thousand defenders at this supply point, and with the exception of a few dozen or so vigilsmen, they had already fallen asleep.

Wan Yankang entered the camp alone, and it only took a cup of tea to solve a dozen or so enemy troops who were keeping vigil.

Then, a massacre began.

The Death Warriors took the supply point almost without any damage. The people cut off the ears of their enemies, put them in small leather bags around their waists, and then lit bonfires to celebrate another great victory.

After Yan Kang established the army of the Dare to Die, he announced the meritorious system of White Horse City, in White Horse City, merit was calculated by beheading or capture, and there was a detailed record by the military judge. However, the Death Dare Army was just established, and the internal establishment of the contingent had just been established, and the newly appointed 10 military judges were still in the process of exploring and familiarizing themselves with various military laws, and it was inevitable that there would be omissions in the records of their combat exploits.

Some people suggested that a simple and easy way of calculating merit should be used first, cutting off the enemy's left ear, and finally rewarding meritorious deeds.

The death soldiers cooked sheep and slaughtered cattle, and after a full meal, they all slept peacefully.

Wan Yankang brought Xiao Hei into the tent, fed it with beans and forage, and brushed its fur.

Xiao Hei snorted in satisfaction, closed his eyes, and began to sleep.

After Yan Kang took care of Xiao Hei, he sat cross-legged on the ground and began to meditate to recover from the fatigue of the day.

Just after a big week, Xiao Hei suddenly hissed, waking Wan Yankang from his meditation.

Wan Yankang jumped up, looked around the account first, and found that there was nothing abnormal. He patted Xiao Hei on the neck, and regardless of whether the horse could understand, he asked, "Xiao Hei, what's the alarm?" ”

The little black rubbed his head against him, and then rushed out of the tent, making a leap to the southeast, and hissing.

Wan Yankang put his ear to the ground and listened, and there seemed to be nothing abnormal. But in the past few days, he knew that Xiao Hei was very strange, and he would never be so panicked for no reason, so he let out a long howl, woke up the daredevils, and ordered him to immediately put on his clothes and armor, and prepare to leave immediately.

The soldiers of the Death Army were sleeping soundly, and they were suddenly awakened, and it was inevitable that some people were muttering.

Wan Yankang caught an unlucky ghost who complained, whipped him hard, and ordered again: "A stick of incense, pack it up, and set off immediately!" ”

The daredevils quickly assembled, and Wan Yankang listened to the ground again, feeling a slight vibration on the snow. He rubbed a few handfuls on Xiao Hei's neck, then jumped on horseback, led the crowd around the other side of the camp, and began to set fire to drive away the cattle and sheep.

When the people of the daredevils began to feel the ground shake, they understood that the pursuers were coming.

Wan Yankang laughed: "Brothers, let's go!" ”

In bursts of laughter, the daredevils slapped their horses and ran westward.

Wan Yankang fell at the back of the team, watching how the pursuers were broken.

Looking at the enemy several miles away, they began to flee, and Mu Huali's several commanders, leading the team forward, were about to continue the pursuit.

Mu Huali stretched out his hand to stop: "Let's collect the cattle and sheep first, and then chase them slowly." ”

Wan Yankang watched the pursuers stop, and methodically drove the fleeing cattle and sheep back to the camp. He took a deep breath and his gaze became stern.

The danger of the daredevils is beginning to come!

Mu Huali is a seasoned hunter, and he knows that no matter how precious the prey in front of him is, the hunter must be patient enough to catch the prey.

After Mu Huali gathered his cattle and sheep, he re-added supplies to the camp, let his soldiers and horses rest for two hours, and left a thousand soldiers to guard the camp before ordering the army to set off again.

Temujin received Mu Huali's reply, studied it several times, and began to fall into deep thought.

The difficulty of Whitehorse City was beyond his imagination. Although the damage of the soldiers of the Qiyan tribe was not high due to the failure of the negative soil reclamation, the herdsmen who came with it had been completely consumed.

Temujin fought for decades and won almost every battle, but the siege battle was also the first time in his life that the eldest girl got on the sedan chair. Although he is familiar with military books, he can go through military books, and any siege method must be accompanied by siege equipment such as ladders and trebuchets.

But now he doesn't have a lot of wood in his hands.

Temujin read Mu Huali's reply again, suddenly stood up, summoned two commanders to come, and ordered these two men to take 20,000 soldiers and horses from their headquarters and quickly go north to join Mu Huali.

Wan Yankang led the daredevils all the way west, as far as the eye could see, the sky was all over the ground, all of them were snow-white, and they were magnificent.

When the lunch was resting, Wan Yankang felt this scene, and couldn't help but recite a poem: "The scenery of the northern country, thousands of miles of ice, thousands of miles of snow." Looking inside and outside the Great Wall, only reckless; Up and down the river, suddenly lost and surging. Mountain dance silver snake, the original Chi wax elephant, want to be higher than the heavenly public test. It must be a sunny day, and look at the red dress, which is extraordinarily enchanting. There are so many delicate rivers and mountains, leading countless heroes to bend their waists. Regret the Qin Emperor and Han Wu, slightly lose the literary style; Tang Zong and Song Zu are slightly less coquettish. A generation of Tianjiao ......"

When he read the generation of Tianjiao, Wan Yankang suddenly stopped his mouth and stopped reciting, because if he continued, it would be Genghis Khan.

But at this time, Temujin was not called Genghis Khan.

This word, Wanyan Kang read it in Chinese, thinking that all Mongolian men couldn't understand it, and it was not a big deal.

Unexpectedly, a voice came from behind him: "Dashuai, why don't you read it?" ”

After Yan Kang turned around, he saw that it was a ten-captain named Yan Keli, looking at him expectantly.

"Yan Keri, do you speak Chinese?" Wanyan Kangqi said.

"The villain's mother is originally Han, and the villain has been able to speak Chinese since he was a child."

Wan Yankang walked over and praised him: "It's a good thing to know Chinese, and it's better to know some poetry." ”

When Yan Keli heard this, he looked left and right, and there was still a little timidity in his eyes.

Wan Yankang was amazed, it was said that the praise of the commander of his first army was enough to surprise this person, but it was incomprehensible that his person reacted like this.

Under the persuasion of Wan Yan Kang, Yan Keli began to confide in his heart.

His father was a herdsman from the Hongji Thorn tribe, but his mother was a Han slave who was bought by his father. Since he can remember, he has been taught Chinese by his mother, and he has also been taught poetry.

Yan Keli was proud of his ability to speak Chinese at the beginning, but he didn't expect to be often despised and beaten by his friends because of this. The Mongols admired the strong, and in their opinion, the Han Chinese were the weakest and could be bullied. Therefore, it is not surprising that Yan Keli, who is half Han Chinese, suffers discrimination on the grassland.

Fortunately, Yan Keli always has a good partner to accompany him.

"Aguda, I learned a poem in Chinese, I read it to you, the bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground......"

"Yan Keri, you are amazing."

"Abu, I learned a poem from Yan Keri, I read it to you, the bright moonlight in front of the bed, it is suspected that it is frost on the ground......"

"Aguda, what are you doing with that Han cub, why are you learning these useless things!"

This was followed by a beating from an adult and a cry from a child.

"Yan Keri, my family Abu, don't let me play with you anymore!" Then the child ran away crying.

The young Yan Keli seems to have forgotten that he can speak Chinese.

When Yan Keli talked about the grievances, his eyes turned red, and he almost cried.

Wan Yankang sighed, pointed to everyone in the army, pointed at Yan Keli, and then pointed back to himself: "The Mongols, Han people, and Jin people all have two eyes, two ears, and a nose, and they are no different. The Buddha said that all beings are equal. The people of all countries, ethnic groups, and tribes, in the heart of this commander, are all ordinary. ”

Yan Keli paused before saying, "Dashuai, you see it this way, but others may not be like this!" ”

Wan Yankang looked up at the sky: "Do you know that there is a country where fifty or sixty nationalities can live together, and everyone is born equal, and there is no distinction between high and low. ”

Yan Keri's eyes radiated with brilliance: "Handsome, really? ”

"Of course it's true!"

Wanyan Kang suddenly stood up and said loudly in Mongolian: "This marshal swears here, in his lifetime, he will make the grassland peaceful!" The world is unified! Peace in the world! Everyone is equal! ”

The eyes of the soldiers of the Death Army lit up, and their bodies were full of heat.