Zhu Qiyu never thought that his move was equivalent to blocking his last living eye in the chessboard where he and his brother Zhu Qizhen were fighting wits and courage. And it is too dead to die, and there is no chance to turn the tables again...... "Ah......" A terrible howl sounded in the crash of the blades and the roar of the war horse, and another cavalry of the grassland headquarters wearing leather armor and an iron-shelled small round helmet desperately let go of the blood-stained scimitar in his hand, waved his arm weakly, and fell heavily to the green meadow, and before he even had time to taste the fear of death coming, the swarming iron hooves, only in a few blinks of an eye, They trampled him into a puddle of indistinguishable bloody mud...... Dressed in black leather armor, the cavalry of the Ross tribe frantically used their mounts and their bodies to attack the opponent's solid defense line with their scimitars like ears of rice swaying in the wind, wave after wave.

"Resist, it's all up to Lao Tzu," the leader of the Yongshao tribe, Yi Jiaslan, turned pale, waved the scimitar in his hand, and kept slapping the warriors around him with the back of the knife, so that they could continue to go up regardless of casualties, behind him, there was a wide river that meandered and flowed, and in front, there were 10,000 fierce and ruthless cavalry of the Yuros clan, who were frantically advancing and storming the last less than 5,000 Yongshao cavalry.

Dozens of guards were braving the rain of arrows and setting up rafts on the muddy river beach, hoping to take advantage of this opportunity to leave some seeds for the clan. Listening to the cry of the child behind him and the low cry of the woman, the heart of the leader of the Yongshao tribe was about to break, and he could not have imagined that the remnants of the Yuros clan would suddenly appear in front of his tribal station at this time, and because he sent more than half of the warriors of the clan to accompany the Taishi to conquer Ala, he was suddenly attacked.

Gathlan had to flee with his troops, but he could not have imagined that these damned Queros, as if they were completely insane, as if they were going to completely exterminate their own tribe, chased them all night, until now, completely trapped their side on the banks of this great river.

Here, it is clear that there is no way for the Yongshao Department to retreat, and among the chasing soldiers, there are not only 10,000 cavalry of the Juros clan, but also 5,000 Daming iron cavalry, unhurriedly embellished on the left and right, as if they are monitoring the battle between the two sides, but they have not joined the battle.

However, if the direction of the Yongshao tribe's rout and escape did not meet their wishes, those Ming iron cavalry would appear in the direction of the Yongshao cavalry's rout, and use the weapons in their hands to drive them back mercilessly...... -------------------- this kind of torture and fear, it was completely clear to the Queros clan that they had behaved like this because they had already taken refuge in those Han people, and they needed to hand over an answer sheet that satisfied those Han people, or a letter of surrender, and their own tribe had unfortunately become the target of the Ross people.

In despair and anger, Gathlan could only summon up the courage to let the remnants of the warriors fight back with the determination to die, and behind the frantically attacking Ross, the bright red coat of the Ming Iron Rider was extraordinarily dazzling.

"It seems that those Tartars in the Yongshao Department shouldn't last long." Yang Xin slowly put away the binoculars, and his face showed a hint of appreciation and excitement.

"General, should we go up too?" Next to him, a military general licked his dry lips, his red eyes were full of blood-devouring greed, and the other Ming army generals were no better, hearing this, they all turned their eyes on the battlefield to Yang Xin's face.

A group of burly and hideous, murderous bigwigs, all squeezed out their sad and expectant eyes at this moment, which made Yang Xin can't help but shiver excitedly, cleared his throat and suppressed the urge to kick these disgusting-looking villains off the horse, and shouted in a deep voice: "Have you forgotten the orders of the chief soldier? ”

"Unless these Tartars of the Yongshao tribe have escaped the siege of the Zoros, otherwise, we must not use a single soldier, you don't have to forget, His Majesty the Emperor once said that the life of every soldier is precious, at such a time, when we are already victorious, how can we gamble with the lives of the soldiers at will?"

Hearing Yang Xin's words, everyone couldn't help but nod their heads stupidly. "Alas, it's really damn back, we've been chasing for a day and a night, and the knife in Lao Tzu's hand hasn't even cut a single Tartar hair."

"Don't worry, there are so many tribes on the grassland, in the future, there will be opportunities, but to deal with the Yongshao Department, that is what His Majesty the Emperor asked the Lord's Ross people to do, and we are just tasked with monitoring." Yang Xin couldn't help but smile, and after comforting these generals, Yang Xin set his eyes on the elite of the Ming army behind him, and then landed on the bank of the big river where the battle was nearing the end, and he couldn't help but feel a complicated emotion in his heart.

I never thought that one day, I would lead the army of the Ming Dynasty, not far away, watching those steppe Tartars killing each other, it seems that Zhu Qizhen, His Majesty the Emperor, has a wide vision and a strange strategy, even his father, and it is far less.

In any case, the Yongshao tribe must be wiped out so that this tribe completely disappears from the grassland. Let the Zoros clan, or the blood feud between the Dzungar Department and the Mongolian headquarters, pour a scoop of hot oil on it, so that the Zoros people have no way to retreat, and can only rely on my Daming.

"I don't know what happened to the Yongshao Division's station, but if I think there are nearly 10,000 iron cavalry left by General Jiang's side, there shouldn't be any big problems." Yang Xin looked back, glanced at the southern horizon, took a deep breath, and continued to focus on the battlefield.

The corpses of the men and horses along the way and the broken blades of the remnants of the soldiers went more than a hundred miles to the south, which was the nomadic land where the Yongshao Department was located, but now, the pasture that should have been quiet and modest was no longer ...... Boyan Timur looked at the burning tents, then at the battle flag full of holes and obliquely inserted in the soil, and then at the corpses all over the wilderness, and couldn't help but feel more and more sad in his heart.

Whether they were born in the Dzungar tribe or from the steppe headquarters, they all spoke the same language, drank the same mare's milk wine, and held the same scimitar, but today, they had to fight each other hard, trying to put each other to death.

The bodies of those warriors were already cold and stiff, and even the eyes that were open from despair and pretense began to become cloudy, and the sky, the ugly and hoarse vultures were hovering in the air, and from time to time, a few would glide and shuttle down, wanting to taste the food, but they were quickly killed by the sharp feathered arrows.

These arrows were shot by the soldiers who were cleaning up the battlefield, and in any case, lying here were the descendants of the blue wolf and the white deer, and they at least did not want to watch the robes and friends of the past become food for the mouths of those beasts.

"Master, all the wounded have been treated, but we have nearly a thousand warriors who have fallen here." Captain Bayar walked up to the staggering and blank Boyan Timur, and his voice was very low.

"The old man knows, let the children, gather all the corpses together, burn them all, and don't let those beasts be abused." Boyan Timur sighed lightly and waved his hand.

"The last general obeys the order, but Taishi, those children and women of the Yongshao tribe ......" Bayar nodded, then lowered his gaze into the distance, and his voice was deliberately lowered. After all, they are all prairie people, so is it appropriate for us to do this? ”

"What if it's not appropriate? Among those women, there are many of them, who were snatched back by Yongshao from those Han lands, do you think that the old man will go to tell General Jiang now that it will be effective? Boyan Timur also raised his head, looked over there, and the women and children who were under the escort of the Ming army soldiers boarded various ox carts and carriages, and said with a wry smile.

Hearing this, Bayard couldn't help but be silent. How could he not know, but seeing the thousands of women and children being escorted away by those Ming army soldiers, his heart was really blocked.

Boyan Timur raised his hand and patted Nabayar's broad and sturdy back, his voice was slow and resolute: "Bayar, my good brother, now, the Ross clan is no longer the overlord on the grassland, and now, our only way to survive is to rely on those Han people, at least, the cattle, horses and sheep of the Yongshao tribe, they have left us half, with these, we can continue to survive on the grassland." As for women, there will be, then Zhu Qizhen will definitely not watch our Ross clan perish, that is not in line with his plan to plot the grassland. ”

"Taishi, the last general understands that for the future of the Ross clan and for the continuation of the Tile Thorn Empire, we all need to be patient." Bayar tightly grasped the hilt of the scimitar at his waist, gritted his teeth and said viciously, and his eyes full of hatred and unwillingness fell on the Ming soldiers who were not far away, and they were collecting the corpses of those Ming soldiers.

-------------------- "When will those caravans arrive?" Jiang Fuzheng, the chief military officer of Xuanfu Town in the Ming Dynasty, stood on a small hill not far from the Yongshao Department, which had become a ruin, looked at the surrounding scenery, and asked the deputy general beside him.

"Tonight at the latest." The lieutenant replied quickly. "When the last general sent out the carrier pigeons, the results of the battle were also passed back, and I believe that in three days at most, His Majesty the Emperor will definitely be able to receive news from our side."

"Well, got it, hehehe...... Unexpectedly, in the past, the overlords of the grassland, the Ross people, are now as docile as the hunting dogs beside His Majesty the Emperor. Jiang Fu stroked the long beard under his chin and said with a smile.

These words caused a burst of resonant laughter, but because of Zhu Qizhen's strict order, and because they were now standing far away from those Zhuros people, otherwise, if these words were heard by those people, maybe there would be some disputes.

Jiang Fu took off his helmet and wiped the sweat on his head. "You also have to underestimate the combat power of the Warat Tartars, this Yongshao Department is not good at it, if it weren't for the beginning of last year, Zeng Weiye first refused to pay a lot of tribute because of his department, and his younger brother King Saikan led the army to clean up fiercely, so that the strength of his department was greatly damaged, otherwise, last night, how could it be a touch."

Just when the others were half-convinced, a commander with a hideous scar on his face stood up, respectfully saluted to Na Jiang Fu, and then said in a deep voice: "What the Lord of the General Soldier said is true, when I was old, there were many Tartars of the Yongshao Department who drove me to attack my Dushikou Fort for the king of Nasaikan. The death was quite heavy, and the Yongshao Tartars who survived in the end were only hundreds, and when they were requisitioned by the King of Saikan, it was indeed a great injury to the Yongshao Ministry. ”

This person spoke, and the rest of the people couldn't help but be stunned, and they couldn't help but believe a little more, because this person was last year, with more than 1,000 soldiers and more than 2,000 young people, he stubbornly blocked more than 10,000 elites of the king of Nasaikan under the monolithic fortress, and finally waited for the reinforcements of His Majesty the Emperor, and finally made the Kaiping Wei command of the Kaiping Wei who failed the plan of the southern invasion of the city.

And Tian Kun also became famous because of this battle, whether it was the general of Xuanfu Town, or the general of other border towns, anyone who heard Tian Kun's name couldn't help but give a thumbs up, after all, he was just a small commander from the five grades of the guard to make the envoy Zhenfu, but he had such courage, with a thousand soldiers, he could support the crazy attack of the elite of Wanwara for several hours.

Now, it is the command of the Kaipingwei Command Division, acting as the commander of the Kaipingwei Command History, and has been encouraged by Zhu Qizhen several times, and the Kaipingwei is in charge of everything, which shows that Zhu Qizhen has a great faith in him.

His surname was cautious and low-key, but since he was able to say this at this time, he must have been true.

Jiang Fu nodded kindly at Tian Kun, his gaze swept over the people whose expressions on their faces had become solemn, and his tone was a little more stern: "As soon as Yongshao is gone, the grassland headquarters is equivalent to losing an arm, and the middle of the grassland is equivalent to a fierce cut for us, Mo Nan, has been divided into two for us." ”

"The task given to us by His Majesty the Emperor has only been completed by a small half, and next, we will work with our friendly army to march eastward all the way, sweeping away those small tribes, and also cooperate with the soldiers and horses of Liaodong Town and Jizhou Town to directly attack the current puppet Khan Wang's court."

"Don't forget, His Majesty the Emperor can entrust this important task to us, it is precisely because you can trust this official and you, and you must not let Your Majesty down, otherwise, if His Majesty the Emperor wants the head of this official, this official will ask for your head first!"

"The last general obeys!" Hearing Jiang Fu's cruel words, all the generals couldn't help but feel a pang in their hearts, and they all obeyed their orders in unison.

(To be continued)