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The fierce battle lasted from dawn to early afternoon.

In the sky, the sun was like a fireball roasting the earth, and the Jurchen soldiers shrouded in iron armor seemed to have been fished out of the water.

The people sitting in the mountains of corpses and blood don't even feel the heat at all, and the rifts in the Jurchen battle array are intertwined, like giant beasts opening their mouths to devour life, and arrows are flying everywhere, and only by getting the favor of the god of luck can they save their lives.

One side fights for his life, and the other side has distracting thoughts.

The battle lasted nearly an hour, and Tushetu Khan finally couldn't bear it anymore, and the Mongol cavalry left more than a thousand corpses and retreated.

The Jurchens collapsed to the ground, gasping for air. The soldiers who still had the strength to spare threw the surrounding corpses into the Yellow River, and all Jurchens and Mongols were discarded in the turbid waves, reduced to a delicious meal of fish and shrimp. On the warship in the middle of the river, Dolgon held two flags aloft, his figure erected like a sculpture, his arms numb, his eyes closed.

In continuous battles with the two divisions of Mobei, the 4,000 Jurchen soldiers of Deng 6 lost nearly half, but the two Khans of Mobei were killed.

"Ask for help from the Junzijin Ferry!" Tushetu Khan's face turned pale, and he turned to Zasaktu Khan, "Ask them for help!" ”

He saw Dolgon in the Yellow River not far away, and felt the determination of his opponent.

Tushetu Khan was not incapable of killing those Jurchens on the shore, but he didn't want to make wedding dresses for others, and the loss of more than a thousand cavalry made his flesh ache. The three tribes of Mobei have the least cavalry, this is not his war, and no matter how heavy the losses are, they will not be rewarded.

"That's exactly how it should be!"

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u8eab only knew that it hurt, Zasaktu Khan nodded in agreement, sneering in his heart.

The Jurchens on the shore looked exhausted, but they would break their teeth if they bit it, and neither he nor Tushetu Khan wanted to lose any more men and horses here.

The two sides of the confrontation were on guard, and the messengers behind the Mongolian barracks galloped towards the Junzijin ferry.

The Jurchen flags along the Yellow River in the Hetao are waving, virtual and real.

In the gentle river in front of the Junzijin Ferry, from early morning to this moment, the Jurchen cavalry swam in and out of the water in batches, and the horn on the shore was not sounded, but it was clearly intended to lure the enemy. On the shore, Chechen Khan and Ombu Khan each led their cavalry to stand by, and both of them pretended to be confused there, and neither of them mentioned any mention of supporting the battlefield where fierce fighting was raging on the northern side.

The messenger galloped into the camp of the Junzijin ferry to meet the second khan.

The generals in the tent were divided into two rows, and Zhai Zhe was among them, trying his best to hide his impatience.

Tushetu Khan's messenger knelt on the ground, and took a few breaths before finishing the military report, "A hundred miles away from Junzijin, the Jurchen army crossed the river and landed at dawn, and our cavalry has been fighting hard for most of the day, and the Great Khan asked me to ask for help. ”

The Chechen Khan was as steady as Mount Tai and asked: "How many Jurchens have crossed the river?" ”

"Over 5,000!" The messenger replied as Tushetu Khan had commanded.

Zhai Zhe was secretly frightened.

"How can they have so many ships?" Omub Khan questioned.

"Most of the Jurchens swam across the river, and only the Jiashi crossed the river by boat."

"In that case, it's long overdue to ask us for help!" The Chechen Khan feigned surprise and turned to Ombu and nodded slightly.

"That's exactly how it should be!" Omub Khan chimed in.

A quarter of an hour later, the flags in the camp moved, and two columns of cavalry slowly marched out of the camp along the river bank to the north.

The Jurchens on the other side saw it clearly, and the heralds blew out loud horns.

The sound of the Jurchen horn on the shore was continuous, and it instantly spread to a hundred miles away, and Dolgon, who was standing quietly at the bow of the ship, heard it clearly, and immediately ordered: "The warship docks, and the army retreats!" ”

More than 100 empty ships flew towards the shore, and the more than 2,000 surviving soldiers on the shore heard the horn of retreat, and the front team of the rear army marched quickly to the water's edge. With the help of his companions, the heavily armored samurai removed his armor and threw the iron armor directly into the river, and the swimming water ghost broke off.

Tushetu Khan and Zasaktu Khan were caught off guard, and when they reacted, they only saw the Jurchen soldiers in the shallow water area boarding the boat.

The iron armor fell to the bottom of the river, and the armor soldiers were distressed, but the capacity of the warship was limited, so they could only drop them in order to fit more soldiers, and the white armor soldiers even threw their weapons into the water.

The waves rose and fell with the wind, the small warship swayed, and under the gaze of Dolgon, the Jurchens boarded the ship in an orderly manner. After the ship was full, it quickly rowed to the opposite shore, and the water ghosts, each with their weapons, nervously watched the Mongol cavalry in the distance.

"How could the Jurchens suddenly retreat and pursue them?" Zasaktu Khan was puzzled.

"Chase!" Tushetu Khan ordered.

The light cavalry rushed to the bank of the river, and the dense iron thistles on the ground near the water's edge slowed down the cavalry's pace. By the time they reached the water's edge, it was too late, and the warships full of Jurchen soldiers floated in the middle of the Yellow River, and there were not even a few water ghosts left.

Tushetu Khan was angry and ordered: "Shoot arrows!" ”

The sparse arrows fell into the Yellow River and went with the waves, and no one knows whether anyone was hit by the arrows.

Half an hour later, the Chechen Khan and the Omb Khan each arrived at the battlefield with 5,000 cavalry, where only blood stains were left on the ground, and there were not even corpses.

"The Jurchens have retreated!" Tushetu Khan pointed to the opposite bank.

"Five thousand people can evacuate so quickly!" Chechen Khan's tone was a little yin and yang, but he didn't expect this sentence to immediately detonate the powder keg.

Tushetu Khan was furious and roared: "Do you think we are lying to you? I and Zasaktu Khan each lost two thousand men and horses. There was certainly a bit of moisture in his words, but it wasn't too exaggerated.

Can the Jurchens who crossed the shore kill 4,000 people and leave calmly? Who believes!

Chechen Khan did not speak, and the expression on his face was already illustrative.

Ombu Khan played a round and said: "I never thought that the Jurchens would cross the river from this place, thank you for your hard work!" ”

Zasaktu's tone was cold, and he said: "It's not hard work, it's pain, if it weren't for the hardships, we wouldn't have asked you for help."

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u3oo2" He pointed to the grass on the shore and said, "The battlefield is there, and the Jurchens used thistle. ”

Everyone walked over, and the scattered thistles between the cracks in the green grass shone with a cold light. Zhai Zhe didn't see the corpse, but the large blood stains showed that the two sweats were not lying with empty white teeth.

The group walked around the battlefield in silence, and everyone more or less saw the previous tragic battle situation, and the atmosphere was a little depressing.

The Chechen Khan suddenly waved his arms and said loudly: "If the Jurchens dock again tomorrow, please report to me as much as possible, and I will come and knock them all into the Yellow River." ”

He had good intentions, and his arrogant personality had always made him so, but at this moment, the meaning of falling into the ears of Tushetu Khan and Zasaktu Khan was completely different, and it seemed to be satirizing the combat strength of the two cavalry.

Towards nightfall, Chechen Khan and Ombu Khan led their cavalry back to the Junzijin Ferry.

At night, the banks of the Yellow River are lit up with lights.

During the day, the Jurchens' true and false expressions made the Mongol scouts nervous, and the patrol did not dare to slack off.

It's hot.

In the big tent of the Han barracks, Zhai Yan leaned on the chair shirtless, thinking heavily. During the day, no matter how much he asked for his life, Ombu Khan was unwilling to let him lead his troops to the place of the incident. Since the beginning of the war, Omubu Khan has become more and more vigilant against him, strictly controlling the movements of the Han cavalry. He realized that Omubu Khan was not as determined against the Jurchens as he had imagined.

Although Yue Tuo has been locked up in naturalization, his shadow is still shrouded in Mo Nan.

In the tent of Omubu Khan, Mao Hanyin, who had just arrived from Guihua City, carefully took out a letter and said, "Great Khan, this is what Yue Tuo asked me to bring to you. ”

Omubu Khan frowned and said, "What else is there to say between me and him. But he unconsciously took the letter in his hand, put it on the desk next to him, thought about it and asked, "He didn't write to others, did he?" ”

Mao Hanyin replied cautiously: "No, it is impossible for him to send letters to others under the surveillance day and night." ”

Omubu Khan nodded reassuringly.