At the urging of Zu Dashou, the army marched quickly for half a day, until it was dark, and then the army was ordered to rest on the spot.

One soldier lay directly on his back, and this afternoon's rapid march directly marched seventy or eighty kilometers, leaving tens of thousands of soldiers directly exhausted, and they didn't want to make any other movements at all.

Nearly a thousand Huotou troops hurriedly buried the stove to cook under the urging of tens of thousands of troops, although Zu Dashou and several thousand households were riding on horses, but this afternoon's rapid march also made them and others hungry, and they did not find that the current situation of the army was extremely unfavorable. Once a force comes to attack, it is very likely to cause the danger of total annihilation.

After dinner, the army gathered in groups of three or five, found a familiar person as a companion, and directly took the sky as a quilt and the earth as a bed, and rested on their backs. Although thousands of horses and horses were also arranged for patrols, they were also exhausted by this afternoon's march, and it was better to say that they were patrolling than to walk around with their eyes closed.

The moon was bright and the stars were sparse, and a dark cloud obscured the moon in the sky, making this not very bright sky suddenly darken.

"Three sons, go pee".

A Ming soldier seemed to be attracted by the power of the desolation in his body, and staggered to his feet, pushing a soldier beside him, inviting him to release the power of the desolation in his body.

"Fuck off, you have to pee yourself, don't fucking disturb Lao Tzu's sleep".

The soldier who was being pushed scolded with sleepy eyes, then rolled over and fell back into sleep.

"Fuck off, you're here".

Seeing his kind invitation, he was rejected. After kicking the ground, he quietly turned away by himself.

"Shhh

Coming to a patch of grass more than a man high, the soldier closed his eyes and began to rain artificially. Until the end, there was even a cold war.

If the soldier opened his eyes, he would find that there was a pair of eyes looking at him viciously where it had rained.

A sword slave soldier with a money rat tail held a steel knife in his hand, and his body exuded a burst of urine smell. The clothes on his body were also soaked by the artificial rain, and there were bursts of water stains on his smooth forehead, and the most important thing was that the Ming soldier seemed to be a little on fire.

After peeing and lifting his pants, he turned to leave, and the construction soldier in the grass suddenly stood up and threw him directly to the ground. The left hand covered the mouth of the Ming soldier, and a steel knife directly came to the heart.

Due to the sudden attack, the Ming soldier couldn't help but struggle a few times, and then he felt that the strength of his whole body seemed to be slowly dissipating, and soon it no longer grew into a hot corpse.

Zu Dashou and several Qianhu, as high-ranking officials in the army, naturally do not have to be like those ordinary soldiers, taking the sky as a quilt and the earth as a bed.

In the dozen or so tents that have been set up, this is where the high-ranking officials of these large armies live. Although the site is a little rudimentary, it is just a few wooden things built on top of a layer of hay. It's such a simple dwelling, I don't know how many ordinary soldiers are envious.

Zu Dashou, who was sleeping on the bed, didn't know if it was because the armor on his body was too hard, or if the bed was really bad, so he couldn't sleep at all, and his eyes were a little red when he turned over and retested.

After a few times, Zu Dashou saw that he really couldn't sleep, so he took his subordinates to do the task of patrolling.

Walking and walking, Zu Dashou always felt that something seemed to be wrong, but when he thought about what was wrong, he couldn't think of anything.

"General".

With a hint of confusion, Zu Dashou walked slowly in the army with his head down, and was suddenly called out by a person, and when he raised his head, he found that it was Zhang Hongyu, a thousand households under his command.

"Why didn't Zhang Qianhu go to rest."

Regarding Zu Dashou's greeting, Zhang Hongyu replied with a frown.

"I don't know what's going on, my subordinates can't sleep tonight, I always feel like there's something I haven't done, but when I think about it like this, I can't think of anything."

"You feel the same way I do."

Zu Dashou looked at Zhang Hongyu in surprise.

Zhang Hongyu said with surprise: "The general also feels this way."

With a hint of confusion, Zu Dashou looked around with his eyes and sighed heavily in his heart.

In the distance, there is an army of people who are on all sides, and in the distance is the darkness that cannot be seen.

"Oops, big things are bad".

Zu Dashou, who suddenly realized that something was wrong, suddenly said loudly with a burst of eyes. I never thought that after an afternoon of rapid marching, I would forget the major event of encampment.

And with Zu Dashou's shout, Zhang Hongyu suddenly felt like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, and instantly pierced the doubt in his heart.

Looking around, there was no cover, if an enemy army suddenly appeared, wouldn't he sit still and wait for death.

Zhang Hongyu hurriedly woke up some people beside him and asked them to hurry up and set up camp. It's just that at this time, they suddenly set up camp, and everyone was already asleep, and they were woken up again. There was a clear sense of anger, and the action was a little slow.

It's just that it seems to be a little too late at this time, and the sound of thousands of horses galloping suddenly came from the darkness.

At the same time, there were sudden shouts of killing from the east side of the army, and the sky-high flames directly exposed the entire army to darkness.

"Array, array".

Zu Dashou's orders didn't seem to have any effect at all, except for a few guards around him, the entire army buzzed like headless flies.

"Haha, kill ......".

Countless Jiannu cavalry slashed and killed these unprepared Ming troops with impunity, like hunting a little sheep without resistance.

Although on some local battlefields, some soldiers, led by Xiaoqi, wanted to fight back against the Jiannu cavalry who took them as prey. It's just that these resistances seem to be futile relative to the overall situation, as the casualties of the Ming army increase in numbers. Suddenly, the army ran around like a tide, trying to escape from this human purgatory.

The sound of shouts, begs for mercy, the sound of horses' hooves. Like a symphony, it is performed in this silent night.

Their audience consisted only of dark clouds in the sky and hundreds of stars visible to the naked eye. Perhaps there are countless souls in the void who are witnessing.

As the so-called defeat is like a mountain, in the case that the generals do not know where the soldiers are and the soldiers do not know where they are, the entire army has no combat effectiveness at all, and the tens of thousands of Ming troops at this time seem to be returning to the results of the original battle of Salhu.

After a night of fierce fighting, the Ming army finally stabilized the camp at the cost of 20,000 casualties.

Zu Dashou looked at the corpses of the Ming army everywhere, and he wanted to die. Think about how majestic it was when he took 40,000 troops to go on the expedition, but as soon as he arrived in Liaodong, he was lost thousands of men and horses by Dai Shanxian in the next city, and now the 20,000 army was wiped out all of a sudden.

It wasn't until now that the people were gathered, and only then did they find that half of the 8 thousand households under his command had died directly, and the remaining 4 people were also injured.

"Big Baylor, the Ming army is now more than 10,000 people, and if you charge at your subordinates, you can wipe them all out, and give the head of Zu Dashou to Big Baylor."

Compared with Zu Dashou's face like ashes, the Jiannu on the opposite side had a smile on his face. Even a small Niu Lu Ezhen, whose subordinates are only 300 people, dared to send out the heroic ambition of giving the head of Zu Dashou to Dai Shan.

"There is no hurry in this matter, order the army to have breakfast first, and then slowly wipe it out."

After a night of fighting, Dai Shan also knew that the people under his command had reached the end of exhaustion and could not continue to fight, anyway, Zu Dashou on the opposite side was already dead at this time. Anyway, it's not in a hurry, it's better to appreciate Zu Dashou's dying struggle.

Of course, Dai Shan still had some doubts about why Zu Dashou would desperately advance in the direction of Shengjing. And it's been three days since he sent scouts to report his thoughts to Sheng Jing, and the scouts haven't come back to report yet.

This is very abnormal, whether it is delivered or not, three days is enough time for a cavalryman to go back and forth.