"Send an order to Mu Huali, Wang Shengbao, and march tomorrow to tell them to move closer to the Chinese army......"

"Orders are sent to all ministries, and all ministries are waiting for them, stating military discipline and not killing people in vain, mainly taking prisoners, and killing indiscriminately without authorization shall be beheaded."

Zhao Shi immediately stood on the riverside, and behind him was the dense camp of the Qin army, lit bonfires, flickering on the grassland, like stars in the sky.

This place is thousands of miles away from Datong, and what he heard and saw along the way, Zhao Shi no longer has much hope for the strength of the Tatars.

At that time, it was said that the Tatars on the grassland had a population of hundreds of thousands, scattered in the clouds, and the grassland outside the clouds, although it was almost equivalent to the population of a big city of the Han people, but as a whole, it was already powerful in the grassland.

Otherwise, they would not have occupied the grasslands outside the clouds for so long.

But as it stands, how many Tatars remain? 100,000 or 200,000, Zhao Shi couldn't help but shake his head, it was too weak, and he could only be used as a guide in the future.

The Wangu tribe is gone, the Mari tribe has fled, and now the Kale tribe will also be destroyed here, what is left of the Tatars?

Yes, in his eyes, the fate of the defenseless Calle tribe has been sealed, because they have come so close, and their royal tent is not far away, and the Kalle tribe does not seem to have reacted, it seems that after eradicating the other big forces, the Calle tribe has relaxed its vigilance.

Zhao Shi sighed, not much joy. It's just that I feel the short-sightedness of the Tatars, after having such an advantage. Instead of uniting the Tatar tribes, the Kahler tribe allowed the internal friction of the Tatars to continue.

Most of such Tatars are really not worthy of surviving on the steppe, and the disgraceful Xiban, who is eager for revenge, did not come to him, and said a word about keeping prisoners, and the Tatars are estimated to have nothing left after this battle.

Thinking about it, Zhao Shi couldn't help but laugh at himself. What are you worried about, the decline of the Tatars is inevitable, maybe it will be more conducive to some future plans, it really doesn't work, let the Tatars attach, it is also a good choice.

In the clouds, the grassland outside the clouds is such a wide area. It is just used to reward meritorious soldiers, the more wars on the grassland, the more fierce they are, and the more beneficial it is for the Han people.

It's just that no one looked here before, and now he has come here with his troops. Then for the Han people, one qiē becomes very different.

Whether it is the Tatars, or the barbarians, or any other chaotic race, they must all crawl at the feet of the Han Chinese. At this time, isn't it the time when the Hu people are the weakest? By the time the Mongols had withdrawn from the war with the Jin State, such an opportunity might not have been available.

Therefore, after this battle, the Tatar still has some strength left, which will also affect his final decision in a large way.

Zhao Shi's heavy gaze looked to the east, there are still two days at most, you can see the royal tent of the Kale Ministry, destroy there, whether the magnates of the Kale Ministry can escape or not, it doesn't matter, when the time comes, it will be the Naiman Ministry.

Although the news on the grassland spread faster than the wind, he always did not have an intuitive impression of the strength of each department, unlike the Han people who were fighting, how many people there were, and how many soldiers and horses they could send, they could always estimate a rough idea.

But for the Hu people scattered on the grassland and gathered to participate in the war once there was a war, such an estimate was really too embarrassing.

At dawn on the second day, the Qin army rose up from the camp, Mu Huali, Wang Shengbao led the army to move closer to the Chinese army, if the Qin army was to spread a big net before, and put all the qiē along the way in the big net, the current Qin army is condensed into a fist, with the momentum of thunder, smashed towards the king's tent of the Kahler Department.

Because the previous thing was done to cover up the whereabouts of the army, but now, there is no need to do that, and such a close distance is no longer enough for the Kale Department to have too many opportunities to struggle.

If you make a decision, fleeing with your cronies and warriors is the best opportunity and choice, but it is impossible to keep the foundation of the entire tribe.

The surprise attack of the Qin army was precisely what it wanted, so that the Calle Department had no chance to gather all the soldiers and fight the Qin army in a decisive battle......

On the banks of the Erlam River, a tribe of more than 2,000 people stands quietly.

The commander of the Kale tribe, who was also the son-in-law of the Kale tribe leader Kalewuertu, and the warrior of the Kale tribe, suddenly opened his eyes lazily, got up from the entanglement of the arms and legs of the two female slaves, and kicked the female slave in the ass, telling them to get up and dress him and prepare food.

Suddenly, he lifted the tent curtain, and the dazzling eyes made him a little dizzy, he came out, took a deep breath of the air like the water of the Erlam River, and immediately came to his senses.

Stretching his strong body, he thought to himself, the cold winter has finally passed, and the test of the gods for the people is over, and after a few days, when the ice and snow are completely melted, it is time to move to the south for grazing, and make some preparations early, he doesn't want to be too old from his old one, but he still spits out the letter like a poisonous snake, which makes people feel disgusting and the terrible father-in-law is so close.

In fact, what annoyed him the most was that the number of warriors in his tribe was decreasing day by day, and they were all sent to the damn east, and if this continued, only women and children would soon be left in the tribe.

Damn old thing, only filthy maggots will stay on his rotting body, although the leader of the Kahler tribe, Cal Wuertu, trusts him as a son-in-law, but in the eyes of ordinary herdsmen, the wise tribal leader is just a vicious old guy who only wants to let others die, and the benefits are reserved for himself.

When he took over the tribe from his father, there were obviously more than 6,000 people, but now, there are only more than 2,000 people.

Wangubu is gone, Maribe is driven away, but what did he get? There was nothing, the fertile grasslands were taken away by the greedy vultures in the king's tent, and even the things used to reward the warriors of their subordinates were made by each department themselves.

I scolded viciously in my heart, damn the old thing, the damn barbarian, this time we must move farther, it is best to let the messenger in my hometown not find me.

In a blink of an eye, he thought again, it is said that the old guy wanted to weigh the sweat, and his red face, which was blown by the grassland breeze, showed a look of disdain, and said in his heart, God, let such an old fellow be the Khan King of the Tatars, are you asleep?

He even remembered the days of the reign of Arar Khan, although the Tatars lived a very hard life, but the Khan king was fair, and those damned big names would not have been so blatant in exploiting their tribesmen, but now, everything has changed, the greedy and lowly occupy high positions, and the warriors can only shed blood under their orders, but they do not get the glory they deserve......

However, before winter, it seems that I heard that something happened in the west, and the prince of Wanggubu returned to the grassland, and brought a group of powerful warriors, I don't know if it is true.

Thinking of this, it was difficult for Ah Bal'er to be a little moved, if he led his subordinates to take refuge in him, he didn't know if the descendants of the holy wolf had the heart to accept the betrayal.

He believed that there were many people who thought the same way as himself, and that as long as the descendants of the holy wolf were half as tolerant and fair as his father, the Tatars would now flock to him and gather under his banner, and the jackals in the king's tent of the Kalebu would not be able to retain the true warriors.

As soon as such a thought sprung up, it was no longer possible to restrain it, and his eyes were shining, but he still told himself in his heart, wait, take a look, listen again, maybe the descendants of the holy wolf are not much stronger than those guys in the king's tent, and they may not be so tolerant of those who have the blood of Wang Gubu on their hands.

The gods bless your people from suffering...... He prayed in his heart......

What he didn't know was that the gods had apparently heard his prayers and given him a chance, which was so precious that every time he thought of it in the future, he would be grateful and feel that he was the closest person to the gods, and in the subsequent battles, he took the lead and fearlessly, and finally wrote his name with those illustrious names, of course, now he didn't know anything, let alone know, that the army that had been coming with blood was rushing towards his tribe with an unstoppable attitude......

When the exclamations of the tribe sounded, suddenly it was difficult to drag Ah Bald'er from his body while drinking fragrant milk wine, and poured him a sip of wine, looking at his crying son, laughing.

The curtain of the tent was violently opened, and the guy who crawled in with the roll showed a chaotic and desperate gaze, and at this time, suddenly Ah Bald also felt the shaking of the ground, and his eyes widened all of a sudden, and the milk wine unconsciously flowed down his beard and invaded his clothes.

As soon as he lifted the table, pouted his buttocks, and fell to the ground in a ridiculous position, it was the first thing every steppe warrior had to do when he sensed danger.

His eyes widened more and more, it was cavalry, hordes of cavalry, and he couldn't even tell how many horses were on the ground for such a vibration to reach his ears, and these cavalry were sweeping towards his tribe at a very fast pace......

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