Since entering the grassland, the weather has gradually turned colder, and at first you can see towering pine and spruce trees, and the further north you go, the more the trees wither.

A few days later, the army had come to the hinterland of the desert, where the wind and grass were low, and the sea of clouds could not be seen at a glance.

As the so-called sky is like a dome, covering the four wilderness, three thousand troops walking on such a vast grassland, it is like a flat boat in the vast sea, everyone sighs that the sky and the earth are vast, and people are small.

In this situation, Zhu Qizhen was in no mood to sigh, because he was lost.

There is not even a map of this place, and even if there is, it will not help, because it is surrounded by grasslands, and there are no markers, and you can't understand the map.

When the 3,000 battalion came out, they didn't bring supplies at all, and they all relied on hunting some yellow sheep and hares for food along the way, and many soldiers were still hungry, so they had to find the village of the Warat people as soon as possible, so that they could feed the war with war.

"Report!"

Facing the setting sun, a horse galloped over, and the knight on the horse gasped and said: "Five miles ahead, I found a lake, and there is a village of the Warat people on the shore of the lake!" ”

The Warat people are nomadic people, and the so-called village is nothing more than a temporary gathering place for several families, and when the water and grass here are exhausted, the tent will be moved to the next pasture.

It is precisely because of this that it is difficult to find their traces.

The most effective way to do this is to find a source of water, and where there is water, there may be activities of the Warats.

When Zhu Qizhen heard this, he immediately became excited and asked, "How many people are on the other side?" ”

"Back to the emperor, about five or six hundred people!"

Zhu Qizhen's eyes swept quickly, and his roar ran through the wilderness: "Spread my will, the whole army accelerates, and the battle is resolved before sunset!" ”

As soon as the soldiers heard that there was finally a battle to be fought, their enthusiasm immediately soared, and their tired bodies trembled and injected great strength, and galloped forward.

The calm surface of the lake gently ripples in the breeze, making a rustling sound, as if it were a chapter of harmonious and tranquil poetry.

Near the lake, there lived a tribe, all of whose young men had joined the expedition, and who might soon return with a large amount of booty.

The southerners are very wealthy, and they have iron pots, salt, and cotton cloth, which are extremely scarce materials on the grassland, and they have them in the homes of ordinary people.

Although there were occasional smugglers who would bring some supplies to the steppe and exchange them for horses and furs, that was only available to the upper classes, and the lower herdsmen like them had to rely on the warriors of the tribe to go out and plunder.

Sometimes, the warriors would also bring back some slaves, and in short, if they wanted to improve their lives, they would go south to plunder, which was already a matter of course in their eyes.

The sky gradually darkened, and the people in the tribe gathered in front of the bonfire in twos and threes, chatting about the battle situation of the southern expedition of the first Taishi. In this expedition, the tribe not only sent all the warriors, but also contributed a large number of cattle and sheep, and when the army returned to the division, they would definitely be rewarded with a lot of booty.

At this time, there was a sudden sound of horses' hooves in the distance.

An old man raised his head, saw the cavalry rushing under the setting sun, frowned and said, "Didn't you just send supplies over the day before yesterday, why did you come again?" ”

Another person said: "I heard that the war on the front line has entered a stalemate, presumably because there is not enough food and grass. ”

"However, most of our tribe's cattle and sheep have been requisitioned, where is there still supplies for them?"

"Aren't there two hundred sheep left?"

"Seeing that winter is coming, if they are all sent to the front line, the people of the tribe will starve!"

"Don't worry, when the soldiers and horses on the front line come back from victory, the benefits will be indispensable."

"Well, that's all there is to it."

Seeing that the cavalry was getting closer and closer, the old man who had spoken first stood up and commanded, "Tell everyone, drive all the sheep over!" ”

At this time, someone said with a puzzled face: "Why do I feel wrong?" ”

"What's wrong?"

"The armor on these people ......"

Before the man's voice fell, he heard a whoosh, and an arrow entered his chest.

Immediately afterward, another arrow flew in succession, and these people finally reacted.

"It's the Ming Army!"

"Enemy attack, enemy attack!"

However, it was already too late.

Zhu Qizhen took the lead and roared vigorously: "Kill!" ”

The soldiers of the 3,000 battalion were like tigers under the mountain, galloping wildly, roaring and rushing towards the Warats, their swords shining with cold light in the afterglow of the setting sun.

Being able to burn the flames of war to the grassland is the dream of every Ming soldier.

Prior to this, only the Yongle Emperor had ever done it.

Everyone's eyes flashed with feverish flames, their faces flushed, their expressions of excitement overflowing, and the dust kicked up by the horses' hooves covered half of the sky.

These Warat people never thought that in the hinterland of the desert, there would be a Ming army!

The sound of horses' hooves shattered the quiet life of this tribe, in the past, they went south to plunder the Ming people, and never imagined that one day they would be slaughtered by the Ming army.

For a time, the tribe was filled with cries of terror, and it was clear that the Warats, who had never been sacked, regarded this Ming army that had penetrated deep into the steppe as a tribal warrior to transport supplies.

However, even when they realized that something was wrong, they did not flinch, whether it was men, women, or even half-human-tall children, they tried to resist.

In the impression of the Warat people, it is impossible for the Han people to step into the grassland for half a step, because they are weak by nature and vulnerable.

A gray-haired Warat man armed with a scimitar and riding a war horse, he was a soldier who had traveled south with the army many times, and in the face of the menacing Ming army, he did not fear, but chose to face the battle head-on.

Opposite him, a steed straddled over, and then, the sharp blade flashed like a snow-white long practice, and the blood splattered everywhere, and the old man's body broke in two from the middle, and fell from the horse with a pop.

His sunken eyes trembled and protruded, and the bleak light in his eyes was clearly visible, obviously, he never thought that he would be buried under the blade of the Ming army at the gate of his homeland.

Ha Ming's face was full of fierce light, and he spat at the corpse of the old man in Wara, and with a wave of the big knife in his hand, the blood on the blade spilled far away, and then went to find the next target.

"Kill!"

The Ming army was already red-eyed, as fierce as a wild wolf on the grassland, breaking into the sheep and slaughtering wantonly.

The battle was almost one-sided and carnage, and the Warats finally understood that this Ming army seemed to be very different from what they had remembered.

Finally, they came to their senses, and the fierce light in their eyes turned to fear.

"Run!"

Frightened, countless of the Warats threw away their weapons, spread their feet, and ran into the distance.

However, how could the Ming army let them go!

These panicked Warat people instantly became the living targets of the Ming army.

Thinking of the flesh and blood compatriots who died tragically under the iron hooves of Warat in the past, the fierceness hidden in the body of the Ming army began to explode, their expressions were cold, and they slowly pulled their longbows, watching the spinning arrows shoot away, piercing the enemy's chest, listening to the sound of their sternums shattering, and in the blood, it seemed that all the anger was released.