The sky was drizzling, and on the endless grassland, a small river meandered through, and all the grassland tribes fled due to the war.

Less than thirty miles downstream of the Tamir River, a military camp stands alone on the grassland, this is Zhu Houze's headquarters camp, five days ago, Zhu Houze led the main force of Warat in the upper reaches of the Xilinggo River to ambush a vanguard composed of Tatar and Duoyan three troops, but unfortunately, at the most critical moment of the battle, Wang Ziteng, who had dealt with once, appeared, and he led less than 20,000 Ming cavalry to attack the weak left flank.

Seeing this, Zhu Houze decisively led the army to retreat, and finally completely got rid of the tracking of the other party's scouts the night before yesterday, and the army withdrew to the vicinity of the Tamir River in the northwest direction of Helin to rest.

At this moment, there was silence in the camp, only the soldiers were on guard on the arrow towers around the camp, and the rest of the soldiers had all rested and had action tonight.

Zhu Houze paced back and forth in the big tent with his hands behind his back, the people he sent to the Altai Mountains had not heard from him for ten days, although the army had camped in three places during this period, but there was a special contact between them, the falcon soaring in the sky.

Zhu Houze's biggest worry was that the Ming army appeared in the Altai Mountain Ranch, which would expose the tribesmen hidden in the valley basin, which made him full of worries.

Suddenly, there was a rush of footsteps outside the tent, "King Khan, urgent report from Xuanfu!" ”

"Bring it in."

Zhu Houze was taken aback.

As soon as he finished speaking, the guard walked in with a letter.

Zhu Houze took the letter, tore open the seal and looked at it carefully, his eyes suddenly straightened! The face has also become pale as paper!

Only then did he suddenly realize, no wonder the people sent out had no trace, it must be Jia Jue who led the army to raid the Altai Mountains, what a cunning boy, Zhu Houze slowly clenched his fists with his two hands, and strode out.

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Time gradually came to night, dark clouds obscured the moonlight, Tanglu Lingbei, Qianhe southwest, surrounded by mountains, fertile land, rich water resources, not only suitable for grazing and hunting, more suitable for farming, since this place was occupied by the Warat people, it has continuously provided a large amount of food and war horses for the Wara royal court, and it has become Zhu Houze's logistics base.

On the grassland between Tanglu Ridge and Qianhe River, there are more than 20 tribes of all sizes, they are responsible for grazing, hunting and fishing, and growing grain, this night, a group of black cavalry crossed the Tanglu Ridge and appeared on the grassland of Lingbei, this is a cavalry team dressed in the robes of the Warat people, about 3,000 people, murderous, they rushed along the mountains and forests towards the nearest Warat tribe.

More than ten miles away at the foot of the mountain lives a small tribe of the Warat people, the population is not much, only more than 1,000 people, they hunt, grazing for a living, tonight, as usual, they drive their cattle and sheep into the pen, the family around the stove to cook mare's milk tea, roast mutton, talk and laugh, to pass the boring time.

At this moment, the earth sounded like the sound of thunderous horses' hooves, the earth seemed to tremble, the people of Warat looked at each other, and they came out of the tent to check, and the tea stove on the fire was knocked over to the ground in a panic, and the mare's milk tea was scattered all over the ground.

They looked nervously into the distance, and suddenly, a black line appeared on the steppe, and was speeding towards this side, and as the sound of horses' hooves drew nearer, they suddenly understood that this was an army rushing towards this side, numbering in the thousands.

"Don't panic, it's your own people!"

At this time, someone recognized the cavalryman's robes, and suddenly someone shouted, "It's not your own people, they have drawn their swords!" ”

I saw that those cavalry did not slow down, but drew their scimitars and killed this side!

The Warattou man's eyes were red, and he grabbed one of the guards and shouted, "Go and ask for help from Wanhu, go quickly!" ”

The guard turned over and rode to the northeast, the tribe was suddenly in chaos, many Warat women ran barefoot and disheveled to the woods, before they could escape far, the cavalry rushed into their camp, the sword light and blood, screams one after another, many Warat people knelt down and begged bitterly, but still were cut off by a knife, this cavalry opened a killing ring, men, women and children did not let go, all were killed by a knife, blood stained the grassland, except for some people who escaped on horseback, the rest of the people all died under the knife, Then a group of cavalrymen threw the lighted torches into the tent, and in an instant the flames burst into the sky.

Early the next morning, five thousand cavalry with five thousand cavalry came at a gallop, the burning fire had long been extinguished, the camp was in shambles, the ground was full of the corpses of the Warats, all the materials in the tribe were burned, the money was there, and it was obvious that this group of people had come to kill people.

"Lord Qi Wanhu, all the cattle and sheep in the tribe were driven into the lake and drowned!"

Wan Hu's face was extremely gloomy, this is going to be extinct here!

Seven days later, Wan Hu led the cavalry to the lower reaches of the Qian River, looking at the messy camp, his face was gloomy to the extreme, five, this is already the fifth tribe to be slaughtered, but they don't know anything about the identity of the other party, he slowly clenched his fists, a kind of annoyance that was played by someone filled his heart, at this time, the guards came over, "My lord, all the corpses in the river have been salvaged!" ”

"Call Quintiles!"

After a while, the guards brought over the scout leader Kuntai, and the weak-hearted Kuntai hurriedly knelt down and saluted.

"Let me ask you, have you traced any of these people?"

"Just came back with a team of scouts, and they didn't find anything!"

Wan Hu Meng turned around and shouted loudly: "Chop! All slashed! Tell all the scouts that if they can't find out the whereabouts of this group, they will all be beheaded! ”

Kuntai hesitated for a moment, but had to reply, "Yes." ”

As the sun sets, the blood-soaked sunset stains the boundless prairie, and a small river flows slowly over the hills, but the once clear water becomes a river of blood, and from time to time there are one or two mutilated corpses floating over the river.

Bypassing the hills, a tragic scene is presented in front of you, only to see the corpses of the Warat people everywhere, the stumps and arms are broken, the blood flows into a river, there are thousands of people, the grass by the river, the corpses of cattle and sheep lie horizontally and vertically, the cattle and sheep that have not died are still lying on the ground and twitching, dozens of old people of Wara who were left by the Ming army are struggling to carry the corpses of cattle and sheep, throwing them into the river, and the river water goes straight to the tributaries of the Qian River.

Half a month ago, under the leadership of Jia Jue, the Ming army swept through many Warat tribes north of the Altai Mountains, killed most of the men of the Warat tribes, and selected 3,000 people from the rescued Han people to supplement the Ruishi camp and became recruits.

These 3,000 cavalry, composed of 2,000 veterans and 1,000 recruits, although these recruits were relegated to slavery, but they were all tall, powerful, and had good riding skills, and all of them hated the Warat people to the core.

"Pick up speed and get ready to go to the next place."

Niu Er gave the order, and all the Ming troops quickly moved to prepare for the next battle.

At this time, a few war horses came running in the distance, and the corners of Niu Er's mouth showed laugh lines, and the person who came was the scout of the Jia family's scout camp.

Several cavalrymen stopped at the foot of the hill, and one of them galloped towards the side with his horse, and galloped until he was less than ten steps away from Niu Er, took the reins, hugged his fists and said: "Commander Niu, the commander has an urgent order, ordering your troops to suspend their actions and immediately withdraw to the south of Tanglu Ridge to join the army." ”

Niu Er's eyes flashed, "What's wrong?" ”

"News came from the outpost camp that a team of about 30,000 Warat cavalry had crossed Hangai Mountain and appeared in the lower reaches of the Zabkhan River!"

"Good!"

Niu Er is overjoyed.

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