The flames beat and engulfed everything in its path, the flames that spread and the screams of the people. A sheep that did not know when it caught fire, bleated, jumped wildly and pushed its horns into the body of its companion; It continued to bleat, even though there was red blood on its horns, until a mad cow with its tail on fire rushed and knocked the sheep away, and trampled on the flames of its body, and of course its life.

At this moment the charge of the camp began, and hundreds of horsemen rushed from the southeast side, where the tripwire had been cleared, and the female leader, who had long since put on her helmet, led her escort to meet them, and both sides drew their bows, and at a distance of less than a hundred paces, they could only shoot an arrow, and then draw their swords.

In the rain of arrows, at most three people on the female leader's side fell off their horses, and by the light of the burning tent, Ding Yi saw at least a dozen people on the bandits' side fall, and then drowned in the iron hooves of their companions or enemies, this was the fate of the cavalry. It seems that the female leader's side has an advantage.

Not counting the rain of arrows fired at each other, as soon as the two sides entered the hand-to-hand combat, in the sound of the sabers and the neighing of the war horses, Ding Yi clearly saw that Battelle alone accurately slashed seven or eight times in the chaos, and then cut the three opponents off the horse. Moreover, behind the dozens of guards, the nearly 100 young and strong herdsmen who watched them fight bravely to kill the enemy no longer stayed there to be ready to support at any time according to the task assigned by Battle before, but they were enthusiastic for a while, and they rushed forward to kill.

But all this did not help, the group of horse bandits who were being chased by the tribe Khan, they threw the torches in their hands, so that the night blind Khan and his men not only lost their purpose, but they had to stop. Just as Xiao Khan and his men lit torches, seventy or eighty horse bandits who rode in a small circle in reverse and half a circle were shooting at one time. Let the twenty or so horsemen who were exposed to the firelight and almost all of them were stationary, and none of them were spared.

The horse bandits lit their torches and galloped cleanly, dealing a fatal blow to the still desperate tribe Khan and his men. Then he rode his horse through the gap where the herdsmen had fled, and the horse rose very quickly, and charged at the back of the hundred or so horsemen led by the female chief.

The army of the steppe has never been very disciplined, and there are more than 100 young people behind the female leader. Originally, he was not a soldier, but he was rushed from behind like this, and more than a dozen horsemen screamed almost without resistance and fell off their horses, and the bright sword light of the gang of horse bandits flashed, bringing up a puddle of bright red blood. In this dark night, it is extremely eye-catching.

At first, people broke down and scattered. The beginning is a three-five ride. But as those young men found that the horse bandits in front were fighting with the female leader, and the horse bandits rushing from the rear were also eager to kill them, no one bothered to shoot even an arrow at the fleeing people, so more herdsmen and young men began to join the ranks of the fleeing.

Ding Yi shook his head and curled up behind the big rock. Then I dug the haode pit before. Then he pulled the soaked quilts, which were covered with a thin layer of earth, and he pulled them over and half-laid them on the stones, covering the pit. It looks like a herdsman fleeing for his life, discarding his belongings, and because of the gap between the stone and the ground, there will be no problem with breathing.

In the dark of night, Ding Yi was not sure to seize the horse and break through, because the horse bandits must have arranged for men and horses to be around, so as to catch all the fleeing herdsmen. Including those young men who had just fled, the horse bandits didn't pay attention to them at all, and let them flee in the wilderness, and when the dawn came, those fugitives were the most haode targets in the eyes of the people who had already laid down the horse bandits.

Nearly two hundred horsemen surrounded the dozens of horsemen of the female leader fighting, there is no doubt that the equestrian skills and sword skills of the female leader's guards are absolutely elite, it is in such a situation of being outflanked, they did not have too many casualties, and still maintained an undefeated record, to kill one of them, often the horse bandits have to pay the price of six or seven people, so the horse bandits did not dare to force too tightly.

But this does not explain anything, because manpower is ultimately limited, and if less is more than enough, and cannot break the dilemma and enter this kind of melee, then the advantage of the side with fewer people will slowly be exhausted with the passage of time. Battle had switched to holding the knife in his left hand, and he didn't know if his right hand was injured or weak, and the female leader's helmet was gone, and with every flick of her long hair, drops of bright red blood stained it.

Man Duhai in the quiver didn't know when to wake up, or a tearing roar and shouts of killing, screams, and screams woke her up, she looked at Ding Yi, with her bright eyes like a mother, and the sound of "horse, horse ......" came out of her mouth, I don't know if she wants to find her mother, or if she wants to say a lot of galloping war horses.

Ding Yi stroked her head, he decided, if Manduhai cried, then he would throw her into a yurt that was not yet on fire as soon as possible, and then find a place to hide, which was not too difficult for Ding Yi, he even had a way to mix in the corpse and disguise himself as a corpse, unless the other party was paranoid about every head - including looking at the head that had been separated from the corpse, he had to come to a knife, otherwise it would not be easy to let Ding Yi die without any drag.

But she didn't cry.

She used her small hand to grab Ding Yi's fingers, intending to put them in her mouth and suck them.

As soon as Ding pulled his hand out of her hand and made a gesture to hit her in the mouth, she laughed.

"Ann!" At this moment, the shrill cry of the female leader was heard, and Ding Yi saw through the gap between the quilt and the stone, and saw in the firelight that she had slashed the throat of a horse bandit with her sword, and then shouted loudly: "My answer! I, Badama of the Tyirati tribe, the grandson of Mahamu, and the daughter of Tohuan......" Ding Yi did not know what she was going to do, but he saw Battell rushing forward and firing the scimitar that had slashed at her left, and the female leader slashed at the head and face of the enemy on the right, and then shouted, "Swear to the Immortal Heaven!" and a bowl of milk, which shall be shared with my andadin; If there is a piece of meat, it will be eaten with the Andaldin. ”

At this time, the female leader Badama's side actually played a small climax, Battal's extremely brave slashed the opponent's four or five horsemen, and Badama swung his scimitar and also killed three horsemen, led by the two of them, only seven or eight people were lost in the escort, and actually broke out of the encirclement and rushed out to the west.

Ding Yi knew that Badama and her men were finished.

Almost immediately, Ding Yi's train of thought was confirmed, and the hundred or so horsemen were extremely ferocious, and Badama only moved the battle position less than two hundred paces to the west, and when they were surrounded again, her men began to suffer casualties faster than before.

Very clever horse bandits, Ding Yi also had to sigh.

One blow of strength, then decline, three and exhaustion.

The leader of the horse bandits suddenly allowed Badama and her men to break through, and when they thought it would be impossible to escape, they were surrounded again, and their morale and fighting spirit were bound to be greatly inferior to before. This thing Badama's subordinates can see that they are experienced in a hundred battles, they must also know, but it is useless to know, after running five thousand meters and then let them continue to run, then they can still persevere, if they want to rest for a while and then run, it must be very difficult to run or even unable to run, this is determined by the human body, not by will.

Ding Yi felt that he would not be able to take Badama after a while, and the horse bandits should once again relax the encirclement, induce them to break through, and then strangle them.

Badama's voice continued: "If my answer is difficult, sacrifice my solemn banner, beat my cowhide war drum, ride my black horse, wear my chain armor, hold the handle of my sword, take me through the wall and arrows, and swear to fight to the death with a strong enemy!" When Ding heard this, he couldn't help but laugh, because according to the later "Secret History of the Mongols", this is the most wonderful poem that Zamuhe said when he helped Temujin.

Anda, to hell, Ding Yiyi thought that I had to believe in you to get sick, wouldn't the Mongols lie to people? Zamuh was given death by his Anda Temujin!

"Ann! Where is your murderous knife? "Badama's left hand shield was smashed and disintegrated by the opponent's mace, although Battelle rushed up to fight the knife and forced the other party back, but among the horse bandits, there was a good hand on a white horse who came forward, and in the confrontation with Badama, exchanged knives with her, Badama slashed the small round shield on his chest, and the other party slashed Badama's right ribs, even she began to be wounded, not to mention the other guards?

Maybe in the next breath, they will collapse.

But Badama was still fighting, shouting, "Ann! Where is your murderous knife? Pull out your knife! Pull out your knife! ”

This did not move Ding Yi, if it was Li Xian and Shang Shi who were shouting, he would not hesitate to stand up, even if it was the British Gong Zhang Fu, the first assistant of the Ming Dynasty, Cao Nai, or an ordinary Ming ordinary person who did not know each other, he would not hesitate. But she is a Warat, and his blood is not shed for Warat.

"Wooden ...... Mother...... Hee-hee! But Manduhai, who uttered some syllables that he didn't know what to say, seemed to like his hand very much, and once again pulled his fingers, ready to take them in his mouth.

Ding Yi felt that he was about to go crazy, so he took his hand away and said to her in a low voice, "Unhygienic! Do you understand? No way! You can't suck your own hands, there are bacteria! Are you finished? If you dare to cry, I will dare to throw it, if you don't believe it......" She didn't cry, she just smiled softly, and then tried to pull everything she could pull and put it in her mouth.

“…… What do you want in return? My A! Women, warriors, horses! I'd love to share it with you! Pull out your knife! "There are only thirty horses around Badama, she is still fighting, but there are two more wounds on her body that are bleeding, it is obvious that she is about to lose her strength, after blocking the opponent's knife, the backhand diagonal slash is far less fast than before, only slashing in the air and finding nothing.

Ding Yi took out three spears from his backpack and twisted them, ripped off the herdsman's coat on his body, revealing a Daming robe, lifted the quilt on his head, the first light of dawn reflected on his back, he shook his head and sighed: "You mother and daughter are going to drive me crazy!" (To be continued......)