In the middle of summer, the scenery on the grassland is quite good, and you can see it like a sea of green from afar.

The blue of the sky and the green of the grassland meet in the distance, and the rolling mountains are also a summer scene, with herds of cattle and sheep, and smoke curling.

The expansive scenery is refreshing.

Mongolian herdsmen are constantly using their whips to drive the sheep, and behind the horses riding under their crotches, there are also several sheepdogs sticking out their tongues, constantly driving the sheep in the direction of the horses.

"Hey! Isn't it time to go back? It's almost time! ”

"Good! Let's go back now. ”

When they come out to graze, the herders are dozens of families gathered together to form one small tribe after another, which can have more ability to resist risks.

What's more, the aquatic plants on the grassland are also fertile this year, and I am not worried about the lack of grassland due to too many people.

The sweetness and mellow aroma of mare's milk wine, the satisfaction brought by chewing dairy products in the mouth.

Let the men gradually dispel the fatigue of the day, still playing and chatting with each other, there are many children chasing each other inside and outside the yurt.

The lads of the steppe are the herdsmen of the future.

The older ones are already in charge, and from time to time they will jump on the back of the horse and try to tame a horse of their own.

After dinner, it was getting dark.

Suddenly, an old man in the yurt suddenly widened his cloudy eyes, and shouted at the family in a panic: "Not good! Someone's coming! ”

The old man's son was a sturdy herdsman and a well-known warrior in the tribe.

It was also after hearing what the old man said that he opened his eyes for the first time, and asked vigilantly: "What's wrong.."

The old man's eyes closed slightly, and then he opened them suddenly: "There is the voice of the horse team.. Someone's coming for us.."

"Maybe it's a team of horses passing by?"

After shaking his head, the old man said, "No.. Such a sound of horses' hooves is definitely not a horse team, but a team of cavalry, and a cavalry in heavy armor .. It's the Mongols to the west! They're coming! ”

The young man hurriedly jumped up, beckoned his family to dress a little, drew his scimitar from the corner, and walked out of the yurt.

The old man seemed to have anticipated something, and held his grandson tightly in his arms.

"It's okay.. It's okay, you're going to be able to deal with these guys."

In fact, in the hearts of many Mongolians in the east, there was actually a guess that the Mongolians in the west could not be willing to watch them occupy the fertile pastures, while they were blowing sand in the west of the desert and guarding the barren pastures.

This is not a form that the Mongolian tribesmen can accept, and it is only a matter of time before they come here.

...

Tightening the horse's head, Hutuketu looked at the small tribes not far away, dozens of yurts were scattered and distributed, and the corners of his mouth suddenly grinned: "It seems that we can eat a lot of meat."

"Hahaha! Oh, yes! ”

Everyone on the side was also tightening their horses' heads and said with a smile...

"None of them will be left!" With a wave of his hand, Hutuketu, who was cold-faced, suddenly rushed in and followed closely behind.

The cavalry, which was constantly whizzing downward, rushed into the small camp almost in a short time, and began to harvest one life after another with the scimitar in their hands.

Fresh life is beginning to come to an end.

The screams outside suddenly reached the ears of the old man just now, and a line of tears appeared on his cloudy eyes, and the old man finally kissed the child in his arms and pulled out another scimitar on the side.

He rushed out of the yurt, but was easily killed by an arrow with a sharp sound of breaking through the air.

Blood immediately filled the old man's throat.

I wanted to say something, but I couldn't say a word...

After a while...

The dust settled.

The herdsmen in the dozens of tents were no match for the heavily armed Mongol cavalry, and in a short time the soil in the camp was dyed bright red with blood.

It is constantly changing over time, blackening.

The lighted torches were particularly frightening in the moonlight, and the Mongol cavalrymen re-tied their horses to the stakes that had been driven down by the original herdsmen.

The killing that just ended made the adrenaline rush of this gang.

After getting off the horse, they untied the wine bag from their waists, and it was also the sweet mare's milk wine, and drank it in a big gulp, making them feel that the fight of Fang Cai was already in the past.

"It's all over...", Hutuktu munched on the jerky he was carrying, and the soldiers beside him began to attack the sheep in the sheepfold.

Set up a fire and prepare a dinner for everyone.

It was not easy to live in the open air, but this was a strategy that Hutuketu had prepared specifically for this war.

Discover that the Ming army is constantly following behind him.

Knowing that he might not be able to solve this situation in a short period of time, he thought of a simpler way...

That is to take advantage of the high mobility of the cavalry and disperse according to the tribe.

Anyway, in Hutuketu's strategy, as long as the Mongols on the eastern steppe can be continuously weakened in this way, then there is no problem even if the pasture is left for them for another year.

After all, sooner or later, it will be in your own pocket, and you will have it at your fingertips.

I have to say.

It worked.

The means of breaking into pieces in a short period of time made the Ming cavalry, who originally had the advantage on the grassland, a little stunned for a moment, and they couldn't see at all that there was any sign that could distinguish each other between hundreds or thousands of cavalry teams.

If they can't grasp the movements of Hutuketu, it means that they can't grasp the movements of the entire Moxi Mongol cavalry.

And the Great Tomorrow Tiger Army has already embarked on the journey to the grassland.

This time, Zhu Youzhen sent Meng Tu, who had made great contributions in the battle of Liaodong, and Bi Zisu was left in Liaodong by him and did not return.

On horseback, he was full of spirit, and now he has become a famous general in the sequence of the Great Tomorrow Tiger Army.

"Division Commander .. According to the intelligence of Jinyiwei, the old guy Hutuketu had broken up all his troops into zero, and all the cavalry was constantly attacking the east in small groups one by one. ”

Listening to the report of the division staff officer on the side, the corners of Mengtuo's mouth grinned, and he said loudly: "When I was studying at the Royal Army Academy, the instructor at that time took us to play a game!" ”

"That game has a nice name! It's called a snake! ”

"Rounding it up to zero... It is to take the initiative to hand over the dominance of the war to the Ming Dynasty, and the so-called Hutu Ketu is probably already dizzy.. Don't you know that what the Great Tomorrow Tiger Army is most afraid of is the cluster charge of the cavalry? ”

Shaking his head, Mont Tuo turned his head and said, "Keep going!" ”