Zhen Er is a sharp knife of the caravan, Zhen Thirty-three is the head of the caravan, and now the safety of the entire caravan is tied to one person, so he has to be cautious.

When encountering a problem, Zhen Thirty-san's first thought was what Zhen Qian would think if he encountered such a problem, and thinking about the problem from someone else's standpoint, he could see his own shortcomings. At present, the Uro Ministry is facing two major problems, one is food, and the other is security.

The cattle and sheep of the Uro Protectorate can be maintained until this autumn, which is far from enough, there are tens of thousands of Uluo Protector herdsmen in the camp, if this year's war continues, and this year's grazing period is missed, the population of the Uluo Protectorate will be reduced by half next year, and the disintegration of the tribe without food is not far away, and these people will die without a place to bury.

In fact, the war on the grassland seems to be a struggle for grassland, but in fact it is a struggle for the right to survive, once there is no pasture for grazing, there will be no cattle and sheep, and at the same time, it will not win the support of the people.

It would not be a problem for the Wuluo Protector to change a leader at all, but if Zhen Thirty-three could not feed the tens of thousands of herdsmen under him, even a few women in his own account would put away their wool felt and leave here to join another more powerful tribe without any burden in their hearts.

Zhen Thirty-three instructed Zhen Forty-three: "Let Ah Xiong take a team of 400 people to clean up the Wuluo Protectorate Ranch, I will take all the remaining 800 cavalry, and leave the camp to you, if there is no news from me after four days, you will lead the rest of the people to leave the camp and retreat to the Songmo Governor's Mansion, maybe you will meet our clansmen there, or Zhen Er's clansmen, and you must not return here again......."

Spring seems to come later than any other year in the Northland, it is already the end of the first month, and the residual snow on the ground has not yet completely melted, and only a little green can be seen on the sunny side of the hillside.

If it were possible, Zhen Thirty-three would prefer to lie dormant and wait for more reinforcements to arrive.

A caravan of more than 100 people compared to 10,000 Uro herdsmen is like a spoonful of salt poured into a basin of water, and as long as there is any wind and grass, it will be doomed.

The Mughal tribe came, and the only fortunate thing was that the entire Mughal tribe had not yet shown signs of going south to find pastures, and a small tribe of four or five thousand people could fight with less than a thousand soldiers, which was a battle with a great chance of victory.

But Zhen Thirty-three didn't dare to have the slightest relaxation, the war between the Murwei has never exceeded tens of thousands, the battle between the tribes is more like a game between children, today you beat me, tomorrow I will harass you, from time to time to snatch the other party's women into their own big tent, rarely see you in a life-and-death battle, this is not because the Murwei people are not brave enough, nor because the Murwei people know that it is enough to stop, but both sides are unwilling to bet on the fate of the entire tribe without a complete chance of winning.

Now Zhen Thirty-three is ready to break this tacit understanding that has been passed down for many years, and lead more than 1,000 Wuluo Protector cavalry to completely wipe out this group of Mughul people, rob their women, rob their children, rob their cattle and sheep, and kill all their warriors who dare to raise their swords.......

After a day and a night of marching, Zhen Thirty-three's army finally came to the Nianzi Pass, which is the only way to the Wuluo Hubu Ranch, and the terrain between the two mountains and a ditch is very suitable for a sneak attack.

Zhen Thirty-three is not thinking about whether he can defeat the opponent now, and how to defeat the opponent to minimize the loss of his side, if it is to kill one thousand enemies and lose eight hundred, this battle seems to have not lost but has already been lost, just like the sneak attack on the caravan of the Wuluo Protector killed more than 400 people, there is no courage to fight again.

"Report! According to this, the Mughure still has more than forty miles, and if nothing else, they will camp at the foot of Nianzi Mountain before dark! ”

The battlefield was chosen by Zhen Thirty-three, and he didn't think about fighting head-on with the Mughuls, the thousand-man cavalry that had just been formed did not have much combat effectiveness at all, and the most heroic warriors of the Uro Protectorate had already lost all in the battle of the sneak attack caravan, and now the thousand-man cavalry is simply a big joke, if the war is a competition in numbers, many wars in the world have ended at the beginning.

A soldier who has not killed someone can never become a real soldier, only if he has seen blood, a soldier who has killed someone will have a bloody nature, in fact, this truth is no different from killing chickens, it is a process of adaptation, this process is a bit cruel and bloody, and many people will die.

Zhen Thirty-three stood on Nianzi Mountain and looked down the mountain, the mountain here can not be called a mountain at all, it can only be regarded as a higher mound, the pines and cypresses on the mountain are dense, the snow in some places is more than half a person deep, and the group of people and the mountain are perfectly integrated with the white cloth.

"Where do you think the Mughal tribe will camp tonight?"

The people behind him pointed to a clearing at the bottom of the mountain, which was a depression in the northwest corner of Nianzi Mountain, just enough to block the wind and snow at night.

"Since the Mughal tribe will choose to camp in the mountain pass, then tell me how this battle should be fought!"

"We will suffer heavy losses in a strong attack, only a sneak attack!" One of the guards shouted.

"Sneak attack! …… Yes, how to sneak attack method? ”

"...... this?"

Several guards gossiped: "Block them in the mountain pass, the cavalry will attack head-on, and the Muguls will definitely not be aware of our existence......."

"The speed of the horses in the col cannot be exerted, and once we are encircled, our cavalry will collapse! This method does not work, send people to sneak into their camp, sprinkle fierce fire oil around the main tent, as long as they eliminate their leaders at the first time, there is no need to fear the Mughal people who have no command! ”

Zhen Thirty-three laughed and said: "The method is good, the decapitation strategy is very good, but how can a huge camp sneak in without being discovered by them, the Mughuls have many hunting dogs, and we will be discovered before we get close, do you have a way to deal with these hunting dogs?" ”

"Condescendingly, with the pines and cypresses on the mountain as the bow arm, the ox tendon as the string, and the fierce oil canister launched with the leather pocket, the Mughal camp will definitely be in chaos when caught off guard, and then arrange a cavalry to take the opportunity to kill, and the head of the Mughal tribe will be able to kill ......!"

"Good!" Zhen Thirty-three glanced back at the person who spoke just now, and saw that this person was six feet two inches tall and had an outstanding demeanor, so he smiled and said: "It turned out to be Ma Lang, I heard that you have been familiar with the art of war since you were a child, and you are well-read, and he will definitely be able to make contributions and get ahead one day!" ”

The person who spoke was called Ma Sui, his father Ma Jilong, who had been in the Ming Art of War, was good at the art of war, and the official went to Lanzhou to assassinate the history, when he was studying in his early years, he put down the book and sighed: "The country will be in trouble, heroes should make meritorious contributions to the world, calm the world, how can they work hard to be a Confucian student!" ”

I don't know why Ma Sui has a good life, but, he went to the north to study, he almost froze to death on the road, and was rescued by Zhen Thirty-three and took him with him, and he said that he traveled all over the north and south of the desert to see the sunset in the desert Gobi and the snow and lonely smoke, and experienced the feat of the ancestors Jin Ge Iron Horse stepping on the glacier ......, Zhen Thirty-three knew that Ma Sui was nonsense, and he didn't bother to ask.

(End of chapter)