Liu Jun, who slept until dawn, was awakened by the sound of horses' hooves in the distance, and got up from the ground to see that the sound of horses' hooves coming from a distance from time to time was Zhong Lin, who was ordered to hunt down the Chechen Khan at noon yesterday.

Chechen Khan's luck was also in his back, and he fled for his life, originally wanting to put his life first, but although Demuchuk Dorji was a tribal khan, he was indeed a greedy and lustful person. Rory packed up the soft and loaded a dozen wagons. brought more than a dozen of his concubines who had been snatched and married, and then slowly under the escort of hundreds of guards, he hurriedly went north to take them.

He was reluctant to make his financial report, and walked very slowly all the way, although when Liu Jun was attacking the defensive position, it had been nearly six hours to Zhong Lin to pursue, but he had only walked dozens of kilometers.

Zhong Lin led the first regiment of more than 1,000 cavalry, all the way according to the traces pressed by these heavy carriages, at dusk to catch up with Demuchuk Dorji, who was fleeing west.

It is inevitable that the two sides will fight fiercely. In terms of horsemanship, the Liaodong Army was not an opponent of the Mongols, but Liu Jun's reputation for the Liaodong Army was really not very good, which caused many Outer Mongolian cavalry to run away after a little resistance, referring to the remaining 300 people led by his uncle Wang to resist desperately.

When the mantis arm was used as a car, Uncle Wang and his 300 guards were killed on the battlefield at that time. All that was left were a dozen carriages, Demchuk, Dorzi, and the concubines, who had already lost their faces with fright.

Zhong Lin was not a polite person, leaving a battalion of troops to take a dozen wagons and those women back later, but he took Demuchuk Dorji to rush back first. I finally ran back in the morning.

"Head, I'm back." Zhong Lin, who opened his big mouth, grabbed the collar of Demu Chuk Dorji and brought it to Liu Jun.

Fluttering, like throwing a sack. Zhong Lin threw Demuchuk Dorji to the ground.

Liu Jun nodded slightly to Zhong Lin, then frowned, and slowly came to Demu Chuk Dorji, who had softened into a ball.

Now Demchuk Dorji has lost the majesty of the Great Khan of the past, and he is trembling all over, not to mention, and even his face and clothes are covered with mud.

Glancing at it contemptuously, Liu Jun said lightly: "You are not as smart as your brother, and your brother knows that he is not my opponent, so he and his soldiers and civilians survived, and they will live well." As for the tribes that rebelled with you, it is not honorable, they will all die tragically because of your poor decision-making. After Liu Jun finished speaking, he motioned for Zhong Lin to grab Demu Chuk Dorji and go around.

There are corpses everywhere, blood stains everywhere, the big tent of Chechnya that was prosperous at the beginning is no longer there, and there are only corpses and big tents that have been burned to ashes.

Leaving tears of remorse, he really hated himself, why did he not stop his brother's words in the first place, the ghost was obsessed with rebellion with other tribes, and he was even more ruthless to himself, why did he believe in the Russians so much

It was already late, and there was a click, and a huge head was cut off in an instant. The round head rolled several meters away before it stopped turning.

"Head, this time I also caught more than a dozen of his concubines, and a lot of gold and silver, what do you think?" Zhong Lin pointed to Demu Chuk Dorji, who had become a headless corpse. He pointed to the first battalion, which was slowly being transported in the distance.

Concubine, Liu Jun didn't dare to be interested, what he dared to be interested in was the gold and silver.

Not looking at the corpse, Liu Jun turned around and walked towards the boxes full of gold and silver.

After a quick look, these things were converted into silver, at least more than one million taels, which suddenly made Liu Jun very happy.

After looking at those boxes, Liu Jun took a look at the very beautiful women who had already lost their faces and had pale faces.

I saw a beautiful woman picking up a child, who was estimated to be only about two or three months old.

"Bring it to me." Liu Jun said a word, Zhong Lin didn't say a word, and rushed up to snatch the child from the woman's hand. Then happily handed it to Zhong Lin.

It's a girl, what can a three-month-old child understand, and the next child is sleeping with her eyes closed.

Smiling slightly, Liu Jun raised his eyes and looked at the woman who was crying with pear blossoms and shouting loudly.

Liu Jun turned around and stroked the pink little face with his face At the same time, Liu Jun secretly wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes: "Kill"

Wails and screams suddenly rang out behind him

Liu Jun knew that these women were not guilty, but these people had to be killed.

In any case, these people are all women of Demuchuk Dorji, and once hatred is planted in these people, who can guarantee that in a few decades, the descendants of these people will not rebel. There will be no rebellion in the name of revenge again. For the sake of harmony in Outer Mongolia in the future, and for the sake of no war in the future, these people must die.

But Liu Jun is not the one who kills the demon, the child in his arms doesn't understand it at all, he can't poison him.

"Let someone send it back to Lushun and hand it over to Li Maolian." After Liu Jun finished speaking, he smiled slightly and handed the child in his arms to Zhong Lin.

Zhong Lin nodded and went down to make arrangements. Liu Jun would never have dreamed that the girl he raised would become the director of the intelligence bureau who made the world talk about it in a few decades, like Zhong Lin, and Liu Yingjuan, nicknamed the Oriental Charm Fox.

Get it all done. Liu Jun temporarily put away the sadness in his heart and looked at the sun that was already gradually turning west: "How long do Li Rong have left?" ”

Zhong Lin lowered his head and calculated: "Head, according to their distance, there are still about five or six kilometers away from here at most." ”

Nodding, Liu Jun exhaled: "They are here, let them come to see me." ”

In the middle of Outer Mongolia, the deserted and endless Gobi Desert welcomed so many people and horses for the first time.

On a black horse, Wild, who was in charge of assisting in the defense of the Chechen Khan's department, wearing the uniform of the Tushetu Khan's army, and the first regiment of the first division under the Russian Far East Governor's Office, looked at the defeated soldiers below with a pair of blank eyes.

Among these defeated soldiers, there were Russians and Chechen Khans, no matter who they were, and now they had finally organized an effective formation, and thousands of men and horses were gathering their heads and fleeing westward on this steppe.

The defeat was like a mountain, and Wild finally understood the meaning of this sentence. When he withdrew from the Chechen tribes, he also tried to organize his troops several times, but at this time, no one listened to him, and he urged the horses to flee for their lives.

After running all night, until he had run a hundred kilometers, he let the troops be stationed and gathered with the generals of the Chechen Khan to defeat the troops, this delay was a day, and it was only today that he began to organize his troops and began to retreat to the Tushetu Khan in the west.

The spirit of the past disappeared without a trace.

Why is the Liaodong Army so powerful, can anyone tell me? , why would they suddenly see only so many artillery? Wilde looked at the defeated army below the mountain pack. Close your eyes in pain.

In the battle two days ago, he couldn't figure out how the Liaodong Army did it, why he didn't realize at all, there was no cannonball with a sound like hail, what was it. For these, he was even more terrifying about the scene of tens of thousands of Liaodong cavalry waving their sabers and rushing over.

is not afraid of death, even if he dies, he will pull a cushion on his back. He saw with his own eyes that his own soldiers had cut off the arm of a Liaodong army, and the Liaodong army, who was only in his twenties at most, jumped up from his horse and pounced on his soldiers, hugged each other, and then fell off his horse and was trampled to death.

Can you still win, the governor swore to the army that was going to set off secretly, this is a tour, and the Liaodong army is a child. But what about the result.

The army of Outer Mongolia was defeated, but now, what has become of the cavalry, which the governor is most proud of, where is there still a shadow of the tsarist army.

Is it really tourism? Wild, who opened his eyes, smiled helplessly, and Cui moved his horse to slowly move west.

Fortunately, it has been so long since the Chechen Khan ran out, and it is impossible for the Liaodong Army to pursue so quickly. Wilde smiled a little relaxed. Looking up at the sky, it was already ten o'clock at noon, and it was time to prepare for the troops to rest and eat.

"Go to the herald ......"

"The Liaodong Army is coming." In the rear team, a desolate shout suddenly interrupted Wilder's order.

With a brush, Wild's face suddenly turned pale, and he was immediately angry.