These dozens of sneak attackers who suddenly appeared were naturally the Ming army who came out of Ulzhou City. They had long been wearing white robes similar to the color of the snow and hid not far away, watching the Mongols fall into traps one after another, and then left separately. It wasn't until the more than a dozen wounded and horseless Mongols here were completely left alone that they quickly slaughtered and annihilated all the enemies.

And after killing everyone, they did not disperse, but quickly cut the snow with knives and guns, and then buried the corpses of those people, as well as the bloodstains, under the thick layer of snow.

It wasn't until all this was done that everyone retreated, and one of them muttered a few words in a low voice: "That Lu Zhizhou is really a clever plan." Even if these Tartars fall into the trap here, and if they are injured by the trap, they will be rerouted, so we will only lay three traps in this area, and the last one of them will not be stepped on......"

"That's why Lu Zhizhou has today's reputation, he is an official of the imperial court, and we are just a group of Qiu Ba." One of the people next to him also replied after hearing his emotion: "And it is said that Lu Zhizhou and Wang Qianzong have arranged a real killing move on the other side." As long as those Tartars turn over there, what awaits them will be the end of total annihilation! ”

"Hehe, being able to kill the Tartars one by one so easily, this battle is really happy!" The third sergeant gave a heartfelt sigh of approval, followed by the unanimous approval of the others.

Indeed, they had fought against the Tartars in the past, and each time they had to take great risks to fight, and often they did not necessarily achieve much merit. And this time, just for the ambush in the past two days, more than 100 Tartars have been killed, and if it is reported, it will be a great achievement. And for now, the bigger credit is yet to come.

Thinking of the credit that was about to be at their fingertips, the strength of everyone was even stronger, and after a while, they had disappeared from the vast snowfield.

After more than half an hour, a cavalry team quickly arrived here. They are naturally the Mongolian Chinese army led by Qiermu, and these people at this time are all murderous, just want to find some Ming troops and kill them to vent their hatred.

It's a pity that on this vast snowfield, let alone the army, there is not even a shadow of a living person, which makes 20,000 people even more breathless, and they are about to reach a critical point of outbreak.

And now, the situation that disturbed them was again. As the guide of the team, several Mongolian people who were familiar with the snow march were staring at the flat snow in front of them in a daze with some surprise, and then turned around and reported: "Qiermu, this is not right." We followed the trails they left behind in Goshuri, but when we got here, all their footprints were gone......"

"Huh?" Qiermu frowned deeply when he heard this, and then looked ahead with his eyes. What he saw of you was also average, not far from him, there were indeed traces of a certain cavalry passing before, but after a little more in front, all these traces were gone, and the snow was flat.

"How can this be...... "Of course, he was suspicious, and the others felt a chill, could it be that he had really encountered some ghosts and gods? Otherwise, how could thousands of good grassland warriors suddenly disappear from this snow for no reason?

If there were only a hundred riders, Qiermu might not pay too much attention to it. But this was a thousand elite horsemen, and even if half of them were not from his Yates department, it was enough for him to panic.

"Quick, let people look around, but are there any traces?" After groaning, Qiermu gave an order. If they continue to rush so recklessly, the morale of the army will inevitably be unstable, and even if they can quickly kill the city of Datong, it is difficult to say how much combat strength they still have for their 20,000 people.

After waiting for a while, someone finally ran over with a puzzled face: "To the west, there are traces of a large number of people and horses running through the west, looking at the horseshoe prints, it should be our grassland team." ”

Obviously, the goal of Datong is in the south, why did the vanguard team sent by himself suddenly change its course here? What happened to them here? Qiermu was full of suspicions, but he couldn't figure it out. After a long period of silence, he looked up at the gradually darkening sky and ordered, "Just rest here for the night, and then make a decision tomorrow." At the same time, he called some of his cronies and instructed them: "Follow the traces that you have found before, and you must find their whereabouts in Goshuri." Also, find a few clever ones and give me a way forward, and I want to see what made them change their path. ”

After the previous night's incident, Kirmu was much more cautious. After all, this Mongolian army is not only the only one of his Yat, but also the other four tribes such as the Bucket Carriage Department, and once they are suspicious of themselves, this coalition army may be torn apart at any time.

When the army had stopped, the bonfire was lit again, and before anyone could bring the meat to Kirmu, there was a scream from the people in the procession who were looking ahead, and it turned into a scream. The surrounding people hurriedly stepped forward and saw that this person had actually fallen into a trap, and at this time he had been pierced by the wooden tip planted below.

Everyone was shocked, and hurriedly stepped forward to rescue and check, and immediately found several other corpses of compatriots who had been thrown into the pit before. At this time, Qiermu had also heard the news and rushed over, and when he saw this situation, he had a faint answer, and immediately said: "Keep looking, be careful." I'm afraid there are quite a few similar traps around here......"

After a while, the three traps laid by the Ming army before were all detected by them. At the same time, there were also the corpses of the Mongolian people who had just been buried in the snow.

Looking at the corpses of these twenty or so compatriots, the eyes of the Mengren warriors turned red again: "Despicable Ming people. If you don't dare to fight us head-on, you will only use this kind of conspiracy to harm people! ”

"That's probably what made them go west in Goshuri." Qiermu said softly, and a scorching murderous intent flashed in his eyes. And now, a choice was in front of him - should he continue to advance south, until he reached the city of Datong, and wait for Goshuri and them to join him, or should he also turn west and catch up with Goshuri?

The former seems to be the quickest, but who can guarantee that there will be no other traps or even ambushes ahead? Although these traps are small for an army of 20,000 in terms of killing, they have a great psychological pressure on the whole army. If you move forward cautiously, I'm afraid the speed will slow down a lot.

As for the latter option, it will have to take a long detour. But it seems safer to do so. After all, there are Ge Shuli and they are opening the way to fight the vanguard in front of the head, even if the Ming army is really playing any tricks, it will not affect the army.

And to be honest, after seeing such insidious methods, Qiermu was a little less at ease with Goshuri. The loyalty and bravery of his henchmen are enough, but he has always been eager to do things, and maybe he will really be desperate because of the ambush here, so as to fall into the trap of the Ming army again.

After some weighing, Qiermu had already made the final decision: "Brother Zidamu, you will pass the order later, we will change the route to the west tomorrow, meet with Geshuli as soon as possible, and then kill Datong together!" ”

Zidamu opened his mouth, but finally agreed, and quickly went elsewhere to convey the order.

I thought that tonight was going to pass with such a depressing atmosphere. But as a result, after waiting for the third watch, there was another accident-

When most of them were asleep, the sound of horses' hooves awoke them from their slumber.

Qiermu, who was already in trouble, directly drew his knife and rushed out of his tent, with a vigilant face. It wasn't until he found out that there were only twenty or so horsemen, and they were all dressed as people from the grassland, that he put the knife back into its sheath. However, his face remained gloomy, because the other party had come from the west.

"Patriarch ......" several people quickly rushed into the camp, and as soon as they saw Qiermu, the first one had already rolled off his horse and knelt on one knee with a crying voice, his face full of grief and indignation.

At this time, someone had already lit a torch and approached Qiermu, so that he could see the appearance of the person who came. At first glance, his face changed again, and he asked in surprise, "You...... Is it one of the guards at Goshuri's side? How did you get back? What about the Goshuri? ”

"Geshuri, as well as other clansmen, have all been attacked by the Ming army, except for our little men and horses who desperately fought back, everyone else ...... They were all killed by the Ming army! The man said with tears in his voice.

As soon as these words came out, not only Qiermu, but also the others around him were stunned, and no one could say a word for a long time. This is the elite cavalry of a thousand grasslands, how could it be completely annihilated by the Ming army in a short period of time? Even a few decades ago, when they were pressed and beaten by the Ming army, as long as they wanted to escape, there was always a chance, how could such a result occur today?

"What the hell is going on? Have you met the main Ming army of Datong? After being stunned for a while, Qiermu finally couldn't bear it anymore, took a step forward suddenly, pulled the person in front of him up with his clothes, and shouted loudly with a hideous face.

His heart was dripping blood, those five or six hundred cavalry were the most elite and loyal clansmen in the Yate tribe, and they were actually buried in this battle to the south? Moreover, they are still hundreds of miles away from their target Datong City. Such a result is really difficult for Qiermu to accept!

The one who was pulled from the ground like this, only felt a tightness in his throat, and it took a long time before he said in a dry voice: "Although I can't see it really, the Ming army that attacked us only has a thousand people......

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