Although I envy the knife's way of fighting with war, Xiao Ye has more than 4,000 people around him, and in the vast grassland, if he only relies on plunder, he may be hungry.

The soldiers and horses did not move the grain and grass first, which Xiao Ye's subordinates knew that the food was sufficient and the army's heart was stable, and the logistics team was the focus of care along the way.

Even if the cavalry of the Mongolian bag attacked the interior of the border wall, there must also be a team to escort grain and grass, not to mention being in the grassland wilderness, Xiao Ye only has a brief map in his hand; For this map, he sold a lot of goods to the Tian family cheaply.

The horse team that set out overnight was surrounded by sergeants with hand lamps, and despite the military order to prohibit noise, the neighing of war horses, the clashing of weapons and leather armor, and the creaking of the axles of carriages and ox carts stirred up the excitement of this team.

Fortunately, Shang Wu took more than a dozen scouts from Orion, shuttled back and forth, and reported the situation of the night owl flag team and Wang Hu in front to the big boss in time.

At dawn on the third day, the Chinese army marched to a large ditch, and the two battalions of firefighters/spearmen in front had already turned over, and a group of sergeants left behind pointed out the location of the ditch to the men and horses who came up behind, and then pulled the horses and quickly went down to the ditch.

At this time, the sky was dense with clouds, and the whistling north wind blew so that people's eyes could not be opened; The two black-clothed guards accompanying Xiao Ye shook a bunch of pigtails on their heads, and talked to the big boss with solemn faces.

"My lord, it looks like it's going to rain here, I'm afraid it won't be light rain," the guard's words made Xiao Ye's heart sink, there was very little rain this year, but he didn't expect that he would encounter heavy rain as soon as he entered the grassland.

"Where?" Unfolding the map in his hand, Xiao Ye glanced at it, the wolf ditch, hehe, it's really unlucky; With the Madao Stone Fort full of poisonous weeds, and even near the Eagle Claw Fort, there was no trace of the wild wolf for a long time, and now that he suddenly saw these three words, Xiao Ye felt very uncomfortable.

"Order the front army to stop, camp tonight, that's it," dotted the map, Xiao Ye raised his eyes to look at a high ground in the east, pointed from afar, and gave an order casually; As his words landed, the two guards rushed out, and while galloping, they took off the brass flute at their waists, and blew two long and two short.

"Drip, drip, drip," the bronze flute carefully made by the craftsmen of the logistics team, the sound was sharp and long, under the command of the flute, the cavalry of the Wedge Heha Mountain first turned around and went straight to the northeast hills, he wanted to clean up the site to protect the safety of the Chinese army.

"Drive," Xiao Ye pulled the reins of the horse, lowered his head and grazed the big black horse on the grass, raised his head and waved the horse's head, and trotted towards the big ditch. Wang Ziliang frowned and looked at the sky, urging the horse to follow closely.

Closely following the horse-drawn carts and ox carts of the Chinese army, in the shouts of the young men of the logistics team with fire/guns on their backs, they slowly continued to advance. Along the way, from time to time, people dig a pit and plant a branch of bright green vine grass to the side of the road.

The team attacking the Twin Towers Lake had traveled more than four hundred miles to the northeast, and most of the sergeants had not even seen the shadow of the Wild Tartars until now, except for the scouts scattered all around, who were able to drive away the few Tartar riders.

Ten miles northeast of the wolf ditch, this is a low undulating hill, to the east there are more than ten miles of large and small earth bags, covered with waist-deep thorny shrubs, the highest hill grows a lone crooked neck pine tree, like the dead grass mixed in the shrubs, the pine tree is also half dead.

The width of the hill from north to south is no more than five miles of soil, and further on both sides is the seemingly flat grassland, where there is no water source for a hundred miles, otherwise it would be a good pasture.

When the hooves of Xiao Ye's war horses stepped on the top of the hill, a team of war horses from the north also converged here, and most of Qin Shi's night owl banner team retreated, and a small number of them swam around within ten miles as scouts.

The faint thunder above his head rolled in a row, and the low rumble continued to echo in his ears, at this time, not only Xiao Ye and Wang Ziliang, but even those officers also had solemn faces, urging the sergeants under them to speed up their steps.

Seeing that the weather is not very good, Qin Shi wants to run faster, he has to retreat first, if there is a sudden rainstorm on the grassland, it is good to get lost, in case he rushes into the camp of the Tartars, it is good to get in and out.

Before all the vehicles of the logistics team approached the hill, raindrops the size of beans crackled overhead, as if a basin of water had been poured directly from the head, and the heavy rain continued to pour down.

Fastening the cowhide magazines in their waists, the muzzles of fire/guns rushed down and carried them on their shoulders, and the sergeants, under the command of their respective centurions, divided the boundaries of the territory by their hundreds, cleared the bushes and set up barracks tents, helped to push carts, and began to patrol with hats, and set up a makeshift camp in an orderly manner.

Barracks tents that could withstand swords and arrows were built at the foot of the hill, with cowhide tents in the middle, and hundreds of wagons of the logistics team were pulled to a high ground on the south side of the hill, where their own sergeants were guarding them.

The cavalry of Wedge Heha Mountain and Aman's troops were combined, just behind the hill not far from the logistics team, and defensive warfare was not their strong point, but the protection of the convoy was unambiguous.

After the camp had taken shape, the sergeants put their guns, projectiles, and backpacks into the tents, and rushed into the rain in teams of ten men with their shovels, and began to dig trenches desperately on the grass in the north and west, a hundred paces away from the foot of the hill.

The guards with rifles on their backs, although there were only more than 200 people, played their role at this time, and the three commanding heights around the camp became their guard and lookout posts, ready to call for support in all directions.

At the foot of the hill, two ring trenches fifty paces apart, even if they were quickly flooded with rainwater, had to be dug half a man deep and one zhang wide according to the regulations, and in order to guard against the Mongol Tatar raids, this kind of trench that doubled as a horse pit had to be dug before dark to form a defensive line.

This has become a military rule for all war barracks to camp in the wild, and any hundred households who dare to be lazy will soon be denounced by the sergeants. A large number of chiefs with first-order sergeant qualifications are where Xiao Ye's real confidence lies.

Sergeants, captains, centurions, and even commanders with different insignia were all engaged in the intense preparation for digging trenches, which was the hinterland of the steppe, and no one could afford the consequences of carelessness.

Outside the big tent where Xiao Ye lived, a flat piece of land was shoveled out of a raised dirt bag on the west side of the pine tree, and three and a half tents were erected, except for the tarpaulin on the west side to protect from the wind and rain, the tarpaulin on the other three sides was removed.

The four lightning guns and two heavy machine guns of the Night Owl Banner Team condescendingly set up a position, and Hao Yongliang, with more than 30 sergeants, was putting a tarp on the weapons, and the ammunition box was also moved into the tent intact.

"Thorn, boom," the gloomy sky, the cobweb-like sparkle tore through the sky, the twisted lightning clicked and smashed on the grassland, and a slender lightning slashed down slightly, "Peng" hit the pine tree on the top of the hill.

The two guards who were sheltering from the heavy rain under the pine trees, the binoculars in their hands did not have time to be put down, and they fell into the muddy water with a scream, and the smell of burnt paste was swept down the hillside by the north wind.

Xiao Ye, who was less than thirty steps away from the pine tree, was watching Hao Yongliang adjust the angle of the lightning cannon, and the lightning slashed down behind his head, and the roar shook his ears and almost fell to the ground; Raising his eyes to look at Hao Yongliang, this guy was holding a thick cannon barrel and shouting silently with his mouth wide open, but Xiao Ye was startled.

After a long time of coming back to his senses, shaking his head vigorously, the buzzing in his head dissipated, Xiao Ye turned his face to look at the pine tree, the pine tree burning like a torch in the rain, and the big tent next to the fire, which made him can't help but widen his eyes.

Not only him, but also the other officers and sergeants also stopped what they were doing and looked at the dazzling fire tree on the hill one by one in amazement. In the logistics team, there were even Tartar sergeants kneeling in the mud, only kowtowing vigorously and muttering prayers.

"Obediently, God is angry," Da Niu, the guard behind Xiao Ye, got up from the ground and said innocently, and was immediately covered by Yang Shibai on the side, and dragged to the back of the tent with a crackling sound.

The remaining two guards stood beside Xiao Ye covered in mud, their eyes scanning around quickly. The other guards were sent out to inspect the barracks and supervise military discipline, and the four of them stood by the side of the chieftain.

Xiao Ye's buzzing tinnitus subsided, and Yang Shibai also pulled the big cow with a blue nose and swollen face, and stood outside the tent with a calm face, looking straight at the big leader who was a little sluggish.

In the camp of the logistics team, Wang Ziliang, who had just come out of the tent, held an oilcloth umbrella, looked up at the pine tree with black smoke dumbfounded, and muttered to himself, "It's really unfavorable for the year, I'm afraid that the Tartars will be lucky, and this battle will not be easy to fight,"

The gods were angry, and the thunder and fire burned the tent of the big leader, and I am afraid that the morale of this army will plummet.

Behind Wang Ziliang, a small group of old soldiers, carrying several iron boxes, looked at each other blankly.

Just when thousands of people were panicking, Xiao Ye quickly relieved himself and strode forward, "Hurry up and save people,"

The four soaking wet guards ran faster than Xiao Ye, picked up the two dying guards on the ground, and carried them directly into the tent below, and someone quickly went to find the medical guard.

When the rain extinguished the fire, Wang Ziliang took two Gu Jialang and stumbled over.

Two sergeants at the lookout post, one died on the spot, and the other had a bloody wound torn open on his back, even if he was sprinkled with medicinal powder and wrapped in a medicine belt, but he was still unconscious.

Sitting in the newly erected tent, Xiao Ye and Wang Ziliang were speechless, so they could only order the whole army to rest on the spot and wait for the rain to stop.

This sudden lightning strike incident made Xiao Ye irritable, and Wang Ziliang also had plans to retreat, so he almost spoke.

On the bookcase, there are two rifles, one with a twisted barrel and the butt of the other burned wood, which makes people frightened. Xiao Ye, who had changed into dry clothes, looked around the bookcase and looked at it, muttering incessantly.

The sound of footsteps outside the tent came, and Wang Hu and Du Ding, who saw that the situation was not good, as well as Ah Man and Wedge Hehashan, who looked panicked, were waiting outside, and they brought a group of centurions with different expressions to listen to the decision of the big leader.

After bowing his head and pondering for a long time, Xiao Ye looked up and looked outside, "Eighteen, how is Zhang Liancheng's injury?" ”

Yang Eighteen, who was guarding the door of the tent, ticked the rain on the edge of his iron helmet, and quickly came in and knelt on the ground to report, "My lord, Zhang Liancheng's injury is unstable, Lang Zhong said that if he can't wake up tonight, I'm afraid, I'm afraid,"

The deep wound and muscles were scorched, Yang Shibai didn't think that Zhang Liancheng could survive this rainy night, and he couldn't do anything.

With a long sigh, Xiao Ye turned over his hand and took out two potions, and gently put them on the case, let's be a dead horse doctor. The potion appeared in the light, and a subtle light flashed in Wang Ziliang's half-jaw eyes, but his face was worried.

"Go, feed Zhang Liancheng the potion, whether he dies or lives depends on his life," Xiao Ye said in a deep voice, "If he can come back to life, it will be that God is dissatisfied with the leader of the army earlier, if he can't survive, then there should not be such a catastrophe in the life of the Tartars, let's still, hey,"

Waving his hand, signaling Yang Shibai to take the potion, Xiao Ye smiled bitterly and took the kettle, unscrewed the lid and took a sip, and handed it to Wang Ziliang, who was silent in thought.

Wang Ziliang took the kettle, took a big sip, his eyes immediately widened, he coughed violently, the liquid in his mouth squirted far away, and his face was flushed and rubbed his chest. Xiao Ye raised his arm to block the drink, and looked at this Xiucai with a big change in attitude funny.

Wang Ziliang, who has always been actively involved in planning, was frightened by this thunderstorm, Xiao Ye did not complain, he was also a little worried.

"This, this, this is spirits?" Wang Ziliang's embarrassed appearance made Xiao Ye laugh, pointing at this scholar and smiling happily, how long has it been since he saw his embarrassment, he has been living with a gloomy face, that is not good.

"Of course, the night on the grassland is cold, and some liquor can warm up, as long as it is not excessive, there is nothing wrong with the sergeants living better, wartime is special," smiled and took the kettle, Xiao Ye took another sip beautifully; He also wanted to open, even if he retreated to Eagle Claw Fort, even if he gave up Gujia Fort temporarily, the Tartar would not be able to go well.

In terms of blood, his sergeants are no worse than wild tartars, they are all people who can hit bloody holes with one shot, and they can only survive to the end if they fight harder.

It's a big deal to endure for another two years, and it is not a matter of one or two days to compete with the Tartars for the ore vein.

After a few jokes, Xiao Ye grabbed his iron helmet, put one of the heating packets sent by the man just now, put a box of canned meat on it, and poured clean water; With the subtle sound of "呲呲", the cold water soaked in the canned food bubbled.

Wait a while, and the hot can will be opened and eaten.

This kind of heating pack, which is necessary for the sergeant, was distributed to the barracks by Xiao Ye a month earlier, and this raw material is taken from limestone, which seems to be because the craftsman of which family is lazy, and throws a large amount of limestone into the stone mill of the mill, and the result is cheaper than Xiao Ye's sergeant.

On a rainy day like this, it is a headache for the man to cook, even if it does not rain, it is difficult to pick up dry cow dung on the grassland, let alone dry firewood.

Because the raw materials are easy to obtain and simple, this kind of heating pack has become a good thing for the sergeants in the barracks, but it is difficult to prevent moisture, and it is generally stored in the iron box, which is collected by the men of each battalion every day.

Even, some sergeants took a heating bag to boil water, and it was very comfortable to make a large pot of rattan tea after a meal.

The faint laughter in the big tent made the officers waiting in the rain outside quietly breathe a sigh of relief, not seeing the call of adults, it is not a matter of being exposed to the rain.

"You go back first to calm people's hearts, this official and Commander Du Qianfu stayed, and there is a letter to the herald to inform in time," Wang Hu nodded at the others, and stepped forward to the door of the tent first, "Wang Hu meets your lordship,"

"Dudin greets my lord," Dudin, who was drenched, hurriedly stepped forward and bowed.

Although there were scouts roaming around, the news that a large group of horses was heading straight for Twin Towers Lake was discovered by the Tartar rangers; Although there were not many telescopes sold by Xiao Ye through the merchants, some of them still flowed into the hands of the Tartars.

When the pack team sent to Fort Talon to make a forcible deal was overdue, Lanelt knew that things were wrong, and on the way back with Wolf Wa, he had already ordered his tribe to begin to gather forces and draw cavalry from the vassal tribes.

Like him, Collapse Wolf Wa, who also had a similar plan, began to summon the subordinates of the surrounding tribes as soon as he returned to Shuangta Lake, preparing to drink a bowl of broth before Jinong ate meat.

The cunning and slippery wolf tile, under the pretext of contacting feelings, kept Lanelt in the Twin Towers Lake, and ate and drank for two days, so he was reluctant to send this secret opponent away, but unfortunately it rained heavily in the sky, so he enthusiastically kept Lanelt.

In desperation, Ranelte could only continue to eat meat and drink wine in the big tent with the wolf, but fortunately, he could enjoy the dancing and singing of the dozen Han women.

In the drunken/smelly tent, Lanelt's strange laughter continued, and the wolf tile had already paced out of the big tent, looking at the large group of cavalry that was already fully equipped in the distance, the corners of his mouth twitched twice, and took the reins of the horse handed by the guard.

"You are here to enjoy yourself, Lao Tzu has gone first," the armored wolf tile turned on his horse, and was about to urge the horse to leave, when he heard the thunderous sound of horses' hooves due west, and a team of fast horses approached the camp at a rapid pace.

Lanelt's ranger scouts arrived, strictly brought by the cavalry of the Collapsed Wolf Tile.

"What? The horse team under the banner of the Galen tribe, numbering nearly 10,000, "Ranelte, who was lying on the white flower flesh and drumming, suddenly cleared up a little with red drunken eyes, quickly got up and put on his leather pants, and turned to look at the collapsed wolf tiles that broke in.

"Yes, the scout is the appearance of the Ming army, and he has already entered the grassland, I guess it is the damn Galen tribe, they actually joined forces with the Ming people," the gloomy face of the collapsed wolf tile swept under Lanelt's crotch with disdain, and he was embarrassed to take out the inch-long thing outside.

"Get out," glared at the two women curled up on the blanket a few times, and when they went to the back tent, Collapsed Wolf Wa then strode angrily and sat behind the wooden table, and looked at Ranelte with a golden sword, "It seems that you and I are bound to join forces to fight against Akito,"

"Joining forces? War? Perhaps it was a swordsman or a horse thief hired by the Galen tribe," Lanelt sneered, and slowly put on his leather jacket, and squinted at the Collapse Wolf Tile as he tied his belt; He is not a fool, looking at the pretending formation of Tawolf Wa, I am afraid that he wants to attack overnight and go to the Galen tribe to bite first.

If he could take advantage of the rain to take possession of the Talon Fort, perhaps Tawolfwa's knife would be aimed at him, Lanelt knew very well. He had picked so many things before, just for this day, otherwise he would have easily stayed here for lewdness/pleasure.

"There's still your scouts outside, your cavalry has arrived in the swamp forest, and you want to come to the old brother," hehe smiled, the wolf tile was very thick-skinned, "We should have thought of one place,"

Lanelt scolded secretly, picked up the wine glass on the side, drank the residual wine with his face up, and threw down the horn glass, "That's good, the cattle and sheep in the Galen tribe belong to you, the materials in the Eagle Claw Fort belong to me, and the newly built stone fort is half divided by the family,"

"No, all the captured are thirty-seven points, and our department has sent 15,000 cavalry in this battle, and the commander is in charge of this ten thousand masters, and your department cooperates," Collapse Wolf Tile shook his head very decisively, and he was already very generous in half of the points.

"This," Lanelt looked at the wolf's unkind face, and knew that this was the bottom line, and couldn't help but get angry, and his eyes turned red again; But the situation is stronger than people, and the cavalry he took out was only 9,000, and if he waited a few more days, he might be able to make up enough for 10,000.

However, if the wolf tile is in a hurry, I am afraid that it is possible to take out 20,000 cavalry.

"Well, I need nine thousand men and ten days' worth of food," said Ranelt reluctantly, and the time for the transfer of troops was urgent, and the cavalry only brought three days' rations.

"I will ask for more than one percent, and the grain and grass will give you ten thousand people for ten days," Collapsed Wolf Tile glanced at Ranelte, this old man originally wanted to sneak attack, but he didn't know that the Galen tribe was quite ambitious, and he dared to come to grab the land.

If the Twin Towers Lake is robbed by the Galen tribe, the wolf tile will not be much better, and the tribal forces without territory will soon disperse, and the wise little prince will spit on himself, and he will appoint the leader of the Galen tribe as the captain of the army.

The rules on the grassland are fists and scimitars, and it is natural for the weak to be encroached upon by the strong, and this cruel law of survival has been followed by the ancestors of the Mongolian Tatars in order to continue to the present.

After a few rounds of bargaining, seeing that the wolf tile was becoming more and more impatient, Lanelt could only pinch his nose and endure it, and he couldn't beat him when he turned his face, and he was still in someone's camp.

In his opinion, the so-called seizure of 28 points, no matter how hard he works, I am afraid he will have to rely on others.

"Well, now that we know the movements of the Cailun tribe, let's prepare for battle, and set off at the same time after the rain stops," Wolf Ava laughed proudly when he saw that Lanelt was soft, "In this battle, our main attack is to send out five hundred guns and five artillery pieces,"

"Hehe, my department has four hundred firearms, all of them are bursting firearms, rear-loaded," Lanelt was also unambiguous, "the flank attack will be mine, and the capture on the battlefield depends on the means," he said very decisively, not knowing what kind of idea he had in mind.

"Okay, good, it's a word," Wolf Tile said happily, grabbed the flask on the table, got up and grabbed Lanelt's arm, "Come, may the heavens bless you,"

The two walked out of the tent, and in the heavy rain a warrior brought a white horse, took two bowls of horse blood from the horse's artery, and brought a wooden plate; Wolf Tile poured the liquor into the bowl and handed it to Lanelt.

"Immortal God bless, this battle is a big victory," the wolf tile with a complicated expression, in the eastern foothills of Altai Mountain, he has been frustrated with the Han people several times, he can't wait to retaliate, this time he wants to retaliate completely.

"Immortal God bless," he said, holding the liquor in his hand, mixed with the rain, and Ranellet gulped down the Zhuangxing wine. In the battle with the Tile Thorn Tribe, he didn't have to guess how that Captain Neimanka died, and the extra 5,000 elite soldiers under the Wolf Tile were from the Ordos tribe.

If he didn't drink this bowl of blood wine, it was estimated that the ruthless Collapsed Wolf Tile would unceremoniously go to annex his own tribal cavalry first and sacrifice his own head to the flag.

As herdsmen who live on the grassland all year round, the two of them have a clear heart, and this rainstorm will turn clear tomorrow at most, and they don't want to charge and fight in the rain.

In the tall cowhide tent, accompanied by rude laughter, the fragile screams of the women sounded again, and in the low tent in the corner of the camp, the cavalrymen from a small tribe under the command of Tawolfwa were hiding in the tent to unload their leather armor and weapons, and prepare to continue to rest after eating jerky and cheese.

In order to ensure the strength to travel long distances, they must stay in tents and sleep, and perhaps in a few days, someone will sleep in the depths of the unfamiliar grassland.

A dozen bright-eyed Tartar cavalrymen occupied two tents, and although they did not say much to each other, they were lying on the felt carpets, and they invariably put their hands into their arms, holding cold short firearms.

Two days after taking refuge in this small tribe, he was brought here by a conscription order, and the small tribe wanted to select fifty elite cavalry, horses and weapons were brought with them, and naturally outsiders who had just joined were naturally preferred, and they were very lucky.

Unlike the cavalry of the Wolf Tile, the Tartar cavalry from various tribes, although they had to obey the orders of the centurion when they went into battle to kill the enemy, they were grouped together when camping, and no one could change this habit.

To put it bluntly, the cavalry from these small tribes is just cannon fodder. The real strength of the wolf's descendants is only 5,000 cavalry, and he can't afford to raise it, and before he can go south to threshk grass this year, he encountered the heartfelt affair of the Galen tribe going north to Shuangta Lake.

The dark rainy night, until the early morning rain gradually slowed down, Zhang Liancheng luckily survived the news, for a time spread all over the hills up and down the camp, the big leader was ashamed to complain to God, under the burned pine tree, put the incense case tribute, burned incense and prayed, vowing to avenge the repeated robbery of the Han people in the Ming Dynasty.

With Xiao Ye's oath, the pouring rain eased into patches of rain, and half a waning moon was revealed in the night sky, although the time was very short, but it greatly stabilized the morale of the army.

However, Qin Shi, who returned in a hurry, brought a bad piece of information.