Three days was enough time for the army to go a long way, so Bashik had no idea that the back road had been taken.

However, Lord Bashik also quickly discovered the problem, because the guide who led the way suddenly disappeared, and not only that, but the army did not encounter a single Tibetan tribe along the way.

Bashik also knows that it is normal for Tibetan areas to be sparsely populated and sparsely populated, but it is not impossible for a herdsman to see it!

When the army set out on the expedition, it did bring not food and grass, and also extorted a lot of supplies from Nibala, but the tens of thousands of troops consumed every day are not an exaggeration to say that it is an astronomical amount.

Because of the presence of Dusong Mangbu, a big inner ghost, Bashik still thinks that he can get some more supplies from Tibet, but now he can't even see a ghost shadow, and he still supplies a fart!

Bashik, who felt that something was wrong, suddenly remembered that he had heard someone say before that there was a strategy called Jianbi Qingye in the Han art of war.

Thinking about his current situation, didn't he also fall for this strategy of the Ming people?

In terms of the existing grain and grass in the large military camp, unless the Ming army is defeated and the city of Jasa is taken, it will not be able to return to Delhi at all.

Bashik had rich combat experience, although he was not panicked, and did not tell his thoughts to the generals below, but he issued an order, that is, to order the rangers in the army to increase the search area, and at the same time loot Tibetan supplies for military purposes, it is time to tear off the mask of mercy.

When I didn't become a general in the past, I encountered many more critical situations than now, can I still be frightened by this little difficulty in front of me?

The high-spirited Lord Bashik did not know that clearing the wilderness was only the first step, and whether it was the Sharp Knife Battalion or the Dare Battalion, what they were best at in Liaodong was guerrilla warfare, and one of the major characteristics of guerrilla warfare was sabotage.

More than 200 miles away from Jalan Sa City, the Bashik army set up camp, and at the current speed, it will be able to reach Jalan Sa City by tomorrow evening, that is, it is possible to start a war with the Ming army at any time, so before that, the soldiers must be well rested.

The sky gradually darkened, and the wind on the plateau was extremely strong, blowing the tents and flags "hunting" as if they were going to be blown off, and the blowing on the body was also faintly painful.

After a day's rapid march, the soldiers were exhausted, except for some soldiers who were on guard, most of them got into the tents early.

Bashik didn't feel a little sleepy, and the closer he got to Jassar City, the worse he felt in his heart.

Although nothing has happened yet, many years of combat experience have told him that the Ming army is not as vulnerable as Du Song Mangbu said, and what is waiting in front is probably not a city that can be broken at once, but a huge trap.

The sudden disappearance of Dusong Mangbu is the best proof of this, but he has already arrived here, and he has to fight no matter what.

The army that went out to collect grain and grass during the day did not go well, and the people of the entire snowy plateau seemed to have disappeared out of thin air.

Bashik's big tent is still so luxurious, enjoying it is not the same thing as fighting, and besides, you can't let your beauties suffer with it.

Lying on the table, he personally wrote a letter to His Majesty Zha Hanjie, in which he recorded in detail the situation encountered along the way, as well as the current situation, and at the end of the letter, asked Zha Hanjie whether he could retreat strategically once the war was unfavorable? After all, this is the land of the Ming Dynasty, and this battle is still mainly to preserve strength.

When the letter was written, it was sealed, and the guards were summoned, ordering him to be sent back to Delhi early the next morning.

At this moment, a sudden commotion came from a distance, and then the curtain was raised, and the leader of the guards rushed in.

"My lord, it's not good, the baggage camp is on fire..."

"What?"

Bashik jumped up from behind the table in shock, and ran out before he even had time to put on his clothes.

In the night, the fire borrowed the wind, and in a blink of an eye, it had become a prairie fire, and from a distance, the entire camp seemed to be ignited.

Although there was a barrier between the baggage battalion and the front army, the flames flying in the sky were not something that could block them, and in the blink of an eye, the tents of the front camp also burned.

As the fire got bigger and bigger, in the firelight, countless soldiers who didn't have time to escape screamed and rolled happily in the fire, how could the scene be described by a tragic word?

Seeing this, Bashik was so frightened that he didn't look back and ordered the guards around him: "Quickly pack up your things and withdraw from the camp..."

These Ming troops are so bad, the plateau is so cold, and we lack food, how can you burn my grain, grass and tents...

Because of the distance, Bashik really grabbed a lot of things.

Two beauties are a must, what a Persian blanket, what a gem-studded scimitar, what a precious costume...

In the midst of the noise, many soldiers escaped from the fire like Bashik, but the soldiers were not so lucky.

Some were disheveled, some simply put on a blanket and ran out, many of them had their beards and eyebrows burned, how embarrassed they were, and most importantly, many of them came out empty-handed, and the weapons had long been buried in the fire for their masters.

Recalling the infinite scenery when he set out on the expedition, Bashik really wanted to cry without tears.

How can this battle be fought? Looking at the current situation, let alone returning to Delhi, it would be good to be able to get to Jalan Sa, if the Ming army attacks again at this time, the consequences will be even more unimaginable...

Bashik guessed half right, and in the shadows of the upwind outlet, the soldiers of the Sharp Knife Battalion and the Dare Battalion stared at Bashik and his army like evil wolves.

If you attack at this time, you can indeed kill a lot of enemies, but this is not the best effect.

Qin Liangyu and the three fierce generals set the goal of total annihilation, the invading enemy, but the meaning of total annihilation does not necessarily mean to kill them all.

This is more than 40,000 good laborers, Shuzhong has to open mountains to build roads, and the roads in Tibetan areas also need to be repaired, if these people are killed, it will be a pity.

There was no need for Qin Liangyu to order, Cao Bianjiao and He Guangxian had a tacit understanding that they did not launch an attack at this time.

In fact, there is no suspense about the war at this point, including Bashik himself, that is, surrender! Only in this way can the strength be preserved to the maximum.

Bashik didn't know that at this moment, he and his subordinates, in the eyes of Cao Bianjiao and He Guangxian, had become a strong labor force...

This night was the longest night in Bashik's life, shame, fear, confusion, etc., all kinds of emotions were mixed together, and it seemed as if he was more than ten years old overnight.

Before you know it, the long night has finally passed, and the fire that has raged all night is gradually extinguished.

When the first rays of sunlight rose in the east, the Mughal soldiers were shocked to find that they were already surrounded by heavily armed Ming soldiers.

The jet-black iron armor and the weapon that shone with cold light suddenly frightened everyone's courage, and at this time, I am afraid that Bashik ordered to prepare a counterattack, and I am afraid that no one will obey the order.

Fortunately, Bashik did not give such an order, and soon in the place where the Mughal soldiers gathered the most, a white flag, also rising with the sun ...