When Bekoer rushed to the Dongyang River with the warriors of the Ao Han tribe under his command, the battle had already come to an end, and the coalition army led by Su actually defeated the cavalry of the Uzhumuqin tribe in one fell swoop, and missed this wonderful battle, which made him feel very uncomfortable.

When a subordinate asked whether he would join the battle group, he was flatly refused, and now whether he joined the battle or not will not have any decisive impact on the battle situation, and the victory of the coalition has become a foregone conclusion, so why lose the precious warriors of the Ao Han Department in vain.

Bekoer didn't know that it was his momentary decision that saved hundreds of Ao Han warriors under his command in the upcoming battle. And at this moment, his heart is only intertwined with envy and a little regret, maybe if he doesn't pretend to be a smart striker, he can also get a piece of the pie in this grand victory.

After all, there were tens of thousands of cavalry in the Uzhumuqin Division, and after the battle line collapsed, they scattered and fled. In the blink of an eye, Beikoer had a new idea, instead of joining the battle group of the decisive battle, it was better to pursue the fleeing rout, and it would be good to cut a few more heads to have a good time.

"Warriors of the Ao Han Tribe, follow me to kill the defeated troops of the Uzhumuqin Tribe!"

The cavalry ranks roared in response to the young Khan. Don't ask for a Mongolian horse under his crotch, and go straight to the largest rout, even if he picks up the scraps, he has to pick the fattest. Those Uzhumuqin tribes originally thought that they would get out, but who knew that there was an ambush on the way, and they were suddenly shocked and urged the horses to flee for their lives, but how to let them get their plans, and when the whistle sounded, the cavalry warriors of the Ao Han Department were immediately divided into two parts, like a huge iron pincer, and outflanked on both wings.

At the same time, Bekoer drew his cavalry bow from his back and gave the order to fire the first salvo at the rout of the Uzhumuqin Division, which was already close at hand, he was not as rigid as that Risu, and he could use tens of thousands of cavalry as infantry, I really can't figure out why the general army of the Ming Dynasty let such a person command the coalition army.

Arrows and locusts generally threw the rout in front of them, and in an instant, dozens or hundreds of horsemen turned on their backs, and were immediately trampled by the hooves of the cavalry of the same clan who came later, and suddenly the flesh and blood were blurred, and they became a cloud of flesh and bones.

In the face of such a tragic scene, Bekoer had no sympathy, such a cruel scene was being staged on the grassland all the time, and he had long been accustomed to it. On the contrary, the splash of blood made the young Khan king feel irrepressible excitement and excitement in his heart, frantically waving his riding bow and shouting hoarsely.

The cavalry of the Ao Han tribe was still in pursuit of the Uzhumuqin department, and when the angle and position were adjusted again, the second salvo fell like rain, and another group of people turned on their backs, and the flesh and blood were blurred. The routs seemed to have finally been forced out of the last trace of strength by this desperate pressure, and they fought back stiffly, and the horses galloped, drew their bows and arrows, turned around and shot like light arrows.

The warriors of the Ao Han tribe were caught off guard and immediately someone was hit by an arrow and fell off the horse, and the speed of the horse was too fast, and the people behind did not have time to avoid it, and most of the people who fell off the horse were trampled to death.

Don't be angry and distressed in her chest, but she can't slow down because of this, these routs are like cunning prey, how can a hunter full of desire to attack give up.

"Volley! Salvo! ”

Some impatient Bekoer began to give up the previous attitude of playing with cats and mice, and no longer hesitated to use his arm strength and arrows, and the horse bow volleyed one round after another, and the routed soldiers of the Uzhumuqin tribe were like cut down grass, pouring stubble after stubble, and there was no way to fight back, except for desperate running, or desperately running.

In the eyes of an excellent Mongolian cavalry, it is the most stupid way to urge the war horse to charge the battle on a large scale and confront the enemy. The real Mongolian light cavalry has always been in high-speed movement, or pursuit, or attracting the enemy to pursue, with its good horse archery to carry out fatal blows, so as to gradually consume the opponent's living force, so as to achieve the final victory in the battle.

It is based on this that Beikoer was extremely disdainful of the tactics of the Soviet Union using cavalry as infantry that day, this guy was just a great luck, and even if he won the victory, the losses of the coalition army would not be less, and the old man Damu often mentioned a sentence of the Han people, killing a thousand enemies and losing eight hundred. Although he was dissatisfied with the old man Damu opening his mouth and closing his mouth, he still sincerely agreed with this sentence.

Therefore, the warriors of the Ao Han tribe of Bekoer will never repeat this stupidity, even if the defeated troops of the Uzhumuqin tribe are only concerned about fleeing for their lives at this moment, if they charge in formation, their cavalry will still suffer heavy casualties under the decisive battle of the opponent, only cavalry shooting, only cavalry archery is the best tactic to completely annihilate the enemy at the cost of the smallest casualties.

The cavalry of the Ao Han divided into two wings gave full play to the Mongols' housekeeping skills, and the thousands of routs were left in an instant, and the desperate Uzhumuqin troops slowed down their horses, threw away their weapons, and begged for mercy and surrendered.

Bekoer was unmoved, and commanded the cavalry of the Ao Han Department to surround these people, and the arrows rained down one after another. By the time they left, the blood-stained grass was full of dead bodies.

However, there were still Ao Han tribe's rangers who caught the mouth alive and were galloping desperately, and from a distance, they saw the rangers waving their whips desperately and hitting the horses frequently, and an ominous premonition rose in Bei Koer's heart.

Sure enough, the first words of the ranger after he got close made him fall into an ice cave.

"There are ambush soldiers, tens of thousands of ambush soldiers, and they go straight to the coalition army."

Bekoer's intuitive brain was buzzing, his body was shaking, and he asked in disbelief: "Where is the ambush, where are you going?" ”

The ranger's mouth was dry and he threw his catch alive on the ground.

"Look at the banner is the Uzhumuqin Division, between 10,000 and 20,000 men and horses, and they went to the coalition army of the Soviet Union."

"That's right!"

He said that it was the Dharma King Lobsang Gyaltsen of the Uzhumuqin tribe who fought the decisive battle with that day, and the cavalry under the command of Lobsang Gyaltsen was not the cavalry of the Uzhumuqin tribe...... It is a patchwork of various troops, and Wun, who is known as the first warrior of the Uzhumuqin tribe, is leading a large army ......"

The Ranger's words were hard to continue, and it was as if he had been hammered by a sledgehammer one after another, and after a brief panic but an astonishing composure under the huge earthquake.

He already understood that Risu had fallen for Un's trick, that His Holiness Lobsang Gyaltsen was clearly Un's bait, and that Risu was like a stupid big fish that had bumped headlong into Un's lure. Now, the victory and defeat on the battlefield are reversed in an instant, and the defeat may be irretrievable.

"Go, go back, fight to the death with that une!"

The enthusiastic Bei Kuoer didn't have time to think about it, and immediately decided to return to the division to rescue Na Risu, although he understood that this time was like a moth to a fire, but how could a real Mongolian warrior abandon his partner and escape alone when life and death were at stake?

Bekoel swung his saber and slashed the living mouth, and led his men back to the west. When the cavalry of the Ao Han tribe rushed back to the Dongyang River again, the situation on the battlefield had indeed been reversed, and the coalition army that had previously pursued the rout was defeated by the Uzhumuqin army.

Un was indeed a master of cavalry archery among the Mongols, and like Bekoor, he must have pursued the practice of destroying and crushing the enemy with cavalry in high-speed movements. Therefore, by the time Bekoer was able to see the battlefield from afar, Un's army was interspersed with detours, driving away the coalition forces that had already been selected by the Soviet Union that day.

The coalition army had already suffered a lot of damage in the battle with Lobsang Gyaltsen, not to mention that the main force of the Tumut Department was very dissatisfied with the decision of Nari Su to let them serve as cannon fodder, so at the same time that Wu En's army almost fell from the sky, they almost immediately gave up resistance and fled for their lives under the leadership of the general of the headquarters.

With the leadership of the Tumut Division, the coalition army collapsed in an instant, and the Su could no longer restrain him, seeing that he was no longer able to return to the sky, he had to join the fleeing team, but he still did not forget to bring the seriously injured Great Lama, and his intuition told him that this person must have an extraordinary position in the Uzhumuqin Division.

That day Su could never have imagined that from the moment he chose to flee, it was the beginning of the nightmare.

Bei Ko'er looked at the battlefield from afar, his heart was like a knife, he was late, even if he wasn't late, could he, a thousand people, help the battle situation? Bekoer repeatedly questioned himself in his heart, but there was no answer every time.

It was only at this moment that he carefully looked at this battlefield, this is a low-lying land surrounded by slopes on three sides, except for the side facing the Dongyang River, the other three sides have a large slope, but because the area of this depression is too large, the slope of the slope is very gentle, so that people are not easy to notice when they are in it. At the same time, the extreme eyesight of the person in the depression is the illusion of the line between heaven and earth.

To the south of the depression was the end of the grassland, an endless woodland, and perhaps the tens of thousands of troops of Un were hiding in that woodland, and it was ridiculous that no one noticed that it was so obvious that no one noticed it, including him himself.

Un's cunning was far beyond Bekoer's imagination, and it was clear that this was the battlefield he had carefully chosen. This man's claim to be the number one warrior of the Uzhumuqin tribe was indeed not in vain, and Bekoer suddenly felt a chill to the bone, and he realized for the first time that in the face of such a powerful enemy, the arrogance and conceit of the past were ridiculous.

It was only at this time that he suddenly understood the good intentions of the old man Tamu who had been tireless in his ears and mentioned his life.

"King Bekol Khan, the warriors of the Ao Han tribe are ready for a decisive battle with the Uzhumuqin Fox Dog!"

Beko'er no longer hesitated, and categorically rejected this stupid Jianyì, and he personally selected several warriors.

"A few of you rushed back to the camp in the sea of water overnight to ask the general army of the Ming Dynasty to send troops, you must be ...... It's late, maybe it's too late......"