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The wind whistling in the ears of the running light riders.

Xiao Zhiyan clamped the stirrups with his legs, pulled the birch bowstring with his right hand, and at the moment he let go, a short arrow shot like a meteor catching the moon hit the back of the Jurchen cavalry who fled fifty paces away.

Fifty or sixty miles away from the battlefield, the cavalry of the brigade was left far behind, and Xiao Zhiyan and Ge Riletu were still urging the light cavalry to chase after them. The grassland is a paradise for light horsemen, Ekan only hopes that the sky will get dark faster, the sparse bows and arrows of the chasing soldiers do not stop, and from time to time someone falls to the ground.

Seeing that the main force of the pursuing army was still far away, and the loss was too great if it continued like this, he shouted: "You go first, and I will break the back." He immediately turned his horse's head to stop the pursuers.

This battle was too aggrieved, less than 1,000 people broke out of the encirclement of 3,000 elites, those people were the elites of the two white flags, the forward battalion followed him to invade Korea in the east and enter the Ming Dynasty in the west, and the Chahar and Guanning iron cavalry were all defeated under their subordinates, but they didn't expect to capsize in the gutter.

Geriletu saw the Jurchens of the wolf bèi turn around and prepare to fight to the death, reined in his horse and raised his hand to signal the Tumert to stop the pursuit, and after forcing the Jurchens back, he retreated. After making a rash move, he was in an awkward position, and if the peace between Ombu Khan and the Jurchens was successful in the end, his fate would be unpredictable.

Xiao Zhiyan seemed to have infinite energy, ignoring the stagnant Mongols, sometimes rushing forward, sometimes turning, commanding the horse thieves to hover around the Jurchens like an arm.

There was a retreating horn in the distance, and Xiao Zhiyan still didn't finish shooting the last arrow, leading his troops to turn back.

On the edge of the battlefield, the Han cavalry assembled neatly, and no one laughed or laughed.

Since entering the steppe after being singled out, these people have been in the steppe for several years

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Life is only boring training, and the farmer has become a pawn, but he has never experienced such a terrible battle.

The post-war scene is comparable to hell.

Stumps, severed arms, heads, broken bowels, cries of pain, screams of despair, and silent soldiers.

Zhai Zhe sat on the grass, the final stage of the mad tiger-like impact consumed all his body, and he felt tired when the Jurchen retreated.

Feng Qin waited quietly behind him, his expression was calm.

Looking around the battlefield, Zhai Zhe ordered: "Cut off the heads of all the Jurchens and take them away, and bury the bodies here." ”

Feng Qin reminded in a low voice: "There are still some injured prisoners!" ”

"Give them a good time if they are seriously injured, and tie up and escort them back to Hanzhai if they are lightly injured!"

Every time Qin sent the order, Zuo Ruo and Meng Kang commanded to clean up the battlefield, the Han soldiers' movements were very fast, and winning battles always made people happy.

Half an hour later, Xiao Zhiyan and Ge Riletu, who were pursuing, led their troops back.

Geriletu was able to come to help both Zhai Zhe expected and surprised him, of course he hoped to get more help in the battle, but in this way, Geriletu's fate would be in danger. Omubu Khan had no other way but to take refuge in the Jurchens, the Han Department had attacked Eruzhuo, he was a thorn in Yue Tuo's side, and there was no room for recovery as a bargaining chip for negotiations, so he took this opportunity to ambush the Jurchens and wanted to send a letter of surrender to the Ming Dynasty. But Gřiletu was different, he could have kept his men and wealth before this battle.

The sky slowly darkened, and the blood-soaked sunset fell below the horizon.

Geriletu dismounted three hundred steps away from Zhai Zhe and strode over, with a solemn expression on his face.

Zhai Zhe got up from the grass, and the two of them each stretched out their right hands to touch, and they were all silent.

"What are you going to do?"

"Listen to the sweat!" Geriletu did not hesitate.

"The Jurchens won't let you go!"

Griletu did not want to talk about this topic and asked: "Don't talk about me, what are you going to do?" ”

"The people of Hanzhai and Lao Yashan are packing their bags, and after the Great Khan decided to defect to the Jurchens, the Han tribe can no longer stay in the grassland, and we are ready to run to kill Hukou tonight." Zhai Zhe pointed to the battlefield and said, "That's why I fought this battle." ”

Geriletu stretched out his hand again and shook Zhai Zhe, smiled bitterly, and said, "Brother, good luck!" ”

Tumut and the Han people have been blended for many years, but the status of the Han people in the grassland is low, and the reputation is not good. The Mongols mostly thought that the Han Chinese were cunning, greedy, and cowardly, and wantonly humiliated. Zhai Zhe was grateful to many Tumuts for what he had done after he joined the Tumut, and it was this Han who saved their lives in the drought that brought the Chahars to a crush.

"Try your best to survive, if you really have no way out, come to us!" Zhai Zhe let go of his hand.

The cavalry set off in a blur of darkness, and the wounded lay flat on the horse trailer, looking up at the half-moon in the sky.

The moon is like water, gently brushing the border.

Hanzhai.

Zong Mao received Zhai Zhe's order when it was about to get dark.

This was an order that made him at a loss, Hanzhai had a thousand craftsmen and more than 2,000 miscellaneous laborers, and Zhai Zhe asked him to send most of them to the foot of Black Mountain overnight, waiting to enter the customs.

The newly cultivated rice millet in the grassland opposite the Tumao River was still half a month before it was about to mature, and the clanging sound in the blacksmith shop was non-stop day and night, and he could not explain it to those people.

The orders of the adults must be carried out, and the soldiers of the presiding officer's office knocked on the door of the low earthen house one by one, shouting: "The chief of the security must come out!" ”

Every fifty peasants and craftsmen in the Hanzhai were divided into one bao, and after a quarter of an hour, all the chiefs were gathered in the open space in the middle of the cottage.

Zong Mao's deputy, Ma Gui, announced loudly: "Lord Qianhu has an order to recruit you to go to the Black Mountain of Helinger, and you will come out tonight." Bring your belongings! ”

Why bring your belongings? Someone asked with doubts: "Aren't you coming back?" ”

"That's what your lordship commands."

There was a small murmur in the square, and someone came out and said, "The rice millet is about to ripen." ”

Ma Gui pressed his hands down, his face showed hesitation, and said, "What are you arguing about, don't we know that the rice millet is almost ripe?" Hanzhai will make up for all your losses, when have adults treated you badly in the past few years? Go back to mobilization immediately

15anetbsp; , come out after an hour, don't stay in the Han Department if you don't listen to the order. ”

Half an hour later, the blacksmith shop, which had not stopped for more than a year, gradually stopped the fire, and the lights on the Han village were as bright as day.

An hour later, the torches lit in the mountains and forests looked like dragons, and the farmers and craftsmen led by the soldiers climbed over the mountains and walked to the Black Mountain Cottage outside the mouth of the killing overnight.

Kill Hu Outside.

It was dark.

The guards at the gate bared their teeth and pushed the large iron door shut, closing it with a creak.

In the distance, among the mountain gorges, more than a dozen war horses were galloping, and seeing that the time had come to close the door, the knights were eager to spread their wings and fly.

At the fork in the road, the knight stopped his horse and pointed and ordered: "A few of you take the Black Tiger Mountain trail to Chenjiazhuang overnight, let's go to kill Hukou and call the pass, prepare with both hands!" ”

The cavalry split into two, and the knight turned back to his companions as he ran: "Be careful on the road!" ”

It's not a good idea to walk Black Tiger Mountain in the middle of the night, with narrow mountain roads and steep cliffs, you can die if you're not careful.

It wasn't until the hour that the knight reached the mouth of the killing.

The cavalry with torches burning outside the gate shouted loudly, and the soldiers guarding the gate were in confusion, thinking that someone dared to come to Koubian.

"We are the messengers of the Tumuthan Department, and there is a big incident in the grassland, and we want to enter the customs to inform the governor." The knight yelled.

The weather was hot, Zhang Guang had not yet fallen asleep, and the guards did not dare to delay and hurried to the garrison to make a report.

Zhang Guang lit the lantern and looked down, seven or eight cavalrymen stood in front of the city gate with an anxious expression, not like they were lying, but he didn't have the courage to open the door in the middle of the night.

Last year, the Jurchens invaded Datong, and the civil and military generals were dismissed countless times, and Zhang Guangcai kept his position after killing Hukou, but his former bosses have changed, and he has been walking on thin ice and acting carefully. Jiao Yuanbo, the governor of Datong, didn't move him after being busy for most of the year, but he gave an explanation and asked him to make it as convenient as possible for the caravan to be stopped.

Zhang Guang didn't take the benefits of the Han Department on weekdays, and replied in embarrassment on the city wall: "Come back tomorrow morning, you can't open the door in the middle of the night." ”

The knight was so anxious that he was about to cry, and before leaving, Zhai Zhe explained to him the consequences of the incident. After grinding for a long time, seeing that Zhang Guang just didn't dare to open the door, the knight took out a letter from his arms and tied it to the arrow, and shouted: "It's urgent, and the garrison will send this letter to the Datong governor Jiao overnight." After that, he opened his bow and arrows and shot at the city wall, and the people who closed the door hurriedly avoided it, and the bow and arrow fell into the air and fell on the bluestone ground.

The knight knelt down and begged: "If you have any difficulties, please give this letter to Shang Mengning's shopkeeper." ”

The messenger was so anxious that Zhang Guang had a premonition that something big was about to happen.