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Zakshan crouched on the horse's back and slapped the horse desperately.

In order to lighten the load, he even kicked away his leather boots, and the five or six miles of Outer Mongolian light cavalry pursued densely, and his breakthrough was won by his own soldiers.

The grassland was out of sight, and Zack let out a heavy gasp, he must escape.

After being hit by the second wave of light cavalry, the shape of the battlefield was already clear, and the grain transport team would definitely not be able to keep it. As a red-flaged Niu Lu, Zakeshan was not afraid of dying in battle, but he had to inform Yue Tobel of the news that the grain convoy had been ambushed. The Hetao grassland is the lifeline of the Moxi army, and every ten days a grain convoy passes through it, and he knows that if the safety of the Hetao cannot be guaranteed, the Moxi army will be quickly withdrawn.

"Drive!"

Zakeshan took out the dagger from his waist and stabbed it into the horse's neck, and the blood stained the red mane, which was his most beloved war horse.

The horse was in pain, and ran like crazy, almost knocking him upside down, and Zakshan hugged the horse's neck and fixed himself desperately.

The distance between the pursuers was gradually widened, and the chase began, at least until it was dark before he had a chance to get out.

When he leaned over, Zakshan could only see the green grass on the ground quickly retreating, and his mind was a little dizzy. A quarter of an hour later, he confirmed that he had thrown his pursuers away, raised his head to confirm the direction, and nearly fell from his horse.

Fifty or sixty miles away, the cavalry fanned towards him.

"It's over!"

Zakshan jerked the reins, and the horse raised its front hooves and let out an angry neigh. He turned his horse's head and swung his sword at the pursuing Mongol light horseman, splashing like a stone thrown into the water

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After chasing the last man, the Mongol cavalry raised their swords and cheered in the sky.

It was Xiao Zhiyan's men and horses who appeared in the grassland, and the perfect expression of Tushetu Khan's cavalry left them with nothing to do.

At the bottom of the grassy slope, a thousand Mongol cavalry surrounded the guards and pack horses, while others cleaned up the battlefield. The wounded Jurchens were slaughtered, and Tushetu Khan did not leave a single prisoner.

Xiao Zhiyan ordered the Han cavalry to be stationed outside the battlefield in two teams, and urged the horse to step forward to greet Tushetu Khan. The battle was over, and the Han cavalry was no longer needed, cleaning the battlefield and seizing property, and the horses, armor and food obtained were all owned by the Mongols in Mobei.

The corpses of the Jurchen cavalry were almost stripped, and their armor and sharp blades caused the Mongols in Mobei to burst into cheers.

Half an hour later, the cavalry drove the people to bury the corpses deep in the grassland.

Tushetu Khan summoned Xiao Zhiyan over and asked, "What should we do with these grains and people?" ”

"It's all up to the Great Khan!" Xiao Zhiyan was respectful, surprised that he had such a question.

Embarrassed, Tushetu Khan said, "We can't transport grain across the Yellow River. ”

Xiao Zhiyan suddenly realized that the Mongols in Mobei did not have boats, and people could cross the river by swimming horses, and the grain would soon become mildew when it was wet.

"Will the Great Khan hand them over to us?"

"Yes, but I'll get 20,000 iron arrowheads." Since seeing the benefits that Chechen Khan received from the Tumuts, Tushetu Khan was dying, and in Mobei, iron weapons mean strength.

Xiao Zhiyan showed an embarrassed expression and said, "I can't call the shots about this!" ”

"Ten thousand!" Tushetu Khan endured the pain of the price reduction, and the value of these grains is more than that.

Xiao Zhiyan looked at nearly a thousand pack horses, these horses could not be war horses, and the Mongols did not look at them very much, but in the Ming Dynasty, the value of these horses alone was far more than 10,000 iron arrowheads. He believed that Zhai Zhe would not refuse this business, and nodded in agreement: "If this is the case, I will have the courage to accept this batch of grain for Lord Qianhu." ”

Tushetu Khan knew that he was losing money in this business, but these things were still Jurchens an hour ago. He lost less than three hundred men in exchange for eight hundred sets of equipment for the Jurchen cavalry, as well as ten thousand iron arrows.

"Don't you need it, Minfu?" Tushetu Khan also wanted to talk about business.

Xiao Zhiyan looked at the cavalry surrounding Han Min, his face was cloudy, and after a moment, he gritted his teeth and said, "I can't guarantee that they won't escape." ”

This sentence decided the fate of those people, and Xiao Zhiyan didn't want to leave hidden dangers because of his kindness. In the steppe for more than ten years, he has killed horse thieves, killed Jurchens, and killed Mongols, until a month ago he never raised a sword to the soldiers and people, for this war he changed a lot.

Before it gets dark, the grass slope is swept away, and the blood is hidden in the green grass, which can only be seen when you get closer.

Xiao Zhiyan divided his troops and escorted the grain team to the ferry hidden by the Han Department.

Minfu was escorted by the Mongol cavalry to the banks of the Yellow River downstream of the Junzijin Ferry in the East, where the current was most rapid.

The Mongols and Han cavalry were divided into two routes to monitor the movements of the two ferries in the east and west directions of the Hetao steppe.

The Jurchen grain transport team was answered all the way, and it was impossible to keep the news from leaking at all, and the grain transport team could not arrive on time at the Yellow River crossing on the west bank tomorrow. Three days later, the grain convoy returning from Moxi would also be surprised that they had not met their companions in the Tengger Desert.

The Loop will continue to be a hunting ground, where they will try to cut off all messengers, just as much as they can.

At the same time, the people of Guihua City, hundreds of miles away, were panicked.

The Tumuts drove the herd and fled to Liangcheng, all the shops were closed, and groups of Tumut cavalry gathered from Liangcheng, Tokto, and Helinger to the Great Khan's barracks north of the city.

The Han barracks also moved northward, and in the north of the naturalized city and the Tumut Khan tent barracks were each other's horns, and the elite of the Han cavalry was exhausted, and Lei Yanqian and Meng Kang and others were all in the ranks.

Escorted by a thousand Khan tent cavalry, Omubu Khan saw Yue Tuo outside the gate of the Jurchen grain and grass camp, and he did not dare to enter the Jurchen camp casually if he died now.

"Chechen Khan contacted Mobei Mongolia to raise 30,000 cavalry to attack Naturalization!"

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"I heard that it was because the Mobei Mission was slaughtered!" Omubu's hatred is hard to quench.

"I only have 10,000 cavalry, and I can't resist the invasion of Mobei Mongolia, so I ask Beile to mobilize Dajin soldiers and horses to resist with me."

Yue Tuo was absent-minded and asked, "How many days will the Mobei army arrive?" I am willing to reconcile the two sides. "Mobei's reaction is too fast, naturalization must not be chaotic, the Jurchen only has 4,000 soldiers and horses in naturalization, 1,000 in the Tuoketuo grassland, 3,000 people in the grain and grass camp, no matter where the soldiers and horses can move.

"Two or three days are coming!" Omb Khan said sarcastically: "The Chechen Khan promised that if I was willing to marry Ulan to his son, he would withdraw his troops immediately!" ”。

Yue Tuo's face flushed with anger, and he said: "I will ask Tiancong Khan for help, and the Tumut people may not be able to get cheap if they stick to the naturalization of Northern Mongolia, and if necessary, my Dajin soldiers and horses will be dispatched." Then he brushed his sleeves away, leaving Omubu Khan standing on the spot.

Dolgon's army went to Moxi for three months, and no good news came at all, Yue Tuo has supported it so far, and today he heard the news of the attack of Mobei Mongolia and the sense of crisis in his heart became stronger. Back in the camp, he hurriedly wrote two letters to the messenger, one to Moxi and one to Liaodong.

If the war breaks out in the south of the desert, the next batch of grain convoys may not be able to leave on time, and there is not much time left for Dolgon.

The grain and grass in the barracks were piled up, and Yue Tuo was relieved to inspect again. Along the way, he carefully sorted out the recent events of Mo Nan in his mind, suddenly shivered, quickly returned to the tent and took pen and ink, and wrote a letter to Su Chong'a, the guard.

"Overnight, he was sent to the camp of Moxi, and personally handed over to Dolgonbele."

More than 30 horsemen rushed to the Hetao grassland overnight.