A few quarters of an hour later.

Arutai and his party returned to the tent with a black face.

"Bastards, these Ming people are too cunning, they blew up the outer defenses, killed some people and turned around and ran, they didn't even have the courage to fight us, they were really a bunch of guts rats!"

"That's it, I just gathered people here to rush over, and before I got to the place, the front informed me that the Ming people had already run away."

"I think we should ambush them on the periphery, and when they come again, we will directly kill them by surprise, and then we will join forces with the outside and will wipe them out in one fell swoop!"

"It's useless, Mingren is not a fool, as the saying goes, there are only three things, this is the second time, we all have a sense of defense, Mingren will definitely not come again!"

"Damn, when I catch the commander of the other party's army, I must skin him."

Angry scolding and discussion ringed in my ears.

With a gloomy face, Arutai walked back and forth around the fire with his hands behind his back.

Just now.

The Ming army blasted the outer defenses with gunpowder, and then rushed in to set fire and slash.

The army on the outskirts of Tatar was in chaos, the soldiers could not find the generals, and thousands of people were killed by the Ming army in disorder, and as many as 2,000 were wounded.

Combined with the casualties during the day, nearly 10,000 people were killed and injured that day.

Before the enemy's border has been touched, tens of thousands of casualties have been killed and injured on his side, which is really a fucking shame.

Who the hell is the attacker, how does it seem that they are passive defensive.

"Taishi, do you want to send someone outside to counter the sneak attack!"

The general who had proposed to ambush outside just now once again put forward his own idea.

Arutai nodded slightly.

"You lead people to ambush outside, once they come again, don't make a noise, and when the battle breaks out here, you immediately lead people to block their back roads, and cooperate with the battalion to eliminate them in one fell swoop!"

"Yes!"

The general clenched his fists and took the order, flicked his cloak and turned away.

"Go back first, and inform the sons and daughters to be vigilant in case they are attacked by the enemy again!"

"Yes!"

The generals withdrew from the camp.

Looking at the snow outside the tent, Arutai sighed and sat down by the fire to close his eyes and recuperate.

Ursa, who was accompanying him all the time, saw that Arutai had no interest in talking, so he got up to leave.

"My friend, you also have to remind your subordinates to be careful, although you are behind our legion, there is no guarantee that the other party will bypass us and sneak attack your military camp!"

Ursa, who was about to go out, glanced back at Arutai.

"Don't worry, my friend, my soldiers are the most elite warriors of the Western Regions, if they dare to come and attack me, I will let these people see the bravery, the warriors of the Western Regions!"

The corners of Arutai's mouth twitched.

The warriors of the Western Regions, one by one, are frozen like stupid melons, marching outside, their heads are retracted, their clothes are like turtles, and they don't show their heads no matter how they shout.

As soon as they set up camp and got into the tent and did not come out, the patrol patrolled as if they were following the grave, and ran to the fire as soon as no one was looking, regardless of the post behind them.

Such a soldier, forgive Arutai for his clumsiness, he really can't see what looks like a warrior.

Arutai has a deep suspicion that it is difficult to say whether the combat strength of these guys is high or not.

"Well, I hope it's what you say!"

Arutai smiled slightly, stretched out his hand and waved his farewell.

Ursa, who got out of the tent, tightened the fur on his body, looked at the camp that was white everywhere, sighed in his hands, and walked quickly towards his camp.

Due to the difference between the customs and languages of the two sides, the soldiers of Yili and the Tatars were camped separately.

But the two sides are not far away and can support each other at any time.

Walking out of the Tatar camp, Ursa glanced at the brightly lit Tatar camp behind him with constant patrols, and chuckled disdainfully.

"I was panicked like this after being attacked twice, and I still want to recover Dayuan, and I don't have such dreams when I sleep under the big sun!"

With a cold snort of disdain, Ursa took a few guards behind him and walked towards his camp in the snow.

Back at the camp, I watched the sparse sentries hiding by the fire and refusing to move.

Ursa's brows furrowed slightly, and he stepped forward and scolded the soldiers to raise their vigilance.

Then thinking of Arutai's advice, Ursa felt that he should listen to it.

As the saying goes, if you are not afraid of 10,000, you are afraid of what happens.

Wrapped in a fur coat, Ursa took a few guards and inspected the camp one foot at a time.

When he saw those lazy soldiers, he scolded them and asked them to return to their posts.

When encountering the whistle, it was directly a slap on the face.

Scolding his mother and reprimanding Ursa all the way, he reached the back camp, and when he was about to go back to rest after inspecting this place, he suddenly noticed that something was wrong.

"What about people?"

Several fires burned in the back camp, but by the fire, Ursa did not find anything lazy, and there was no one at the watchtower and the gate.

"It's broken!"

Ursa's heart chilled, she threw off her coat, drew her knife and was about to shout.

"Whoosh..."

There was a sound of breaking through the air, and dozens of arrows flew out of the darkness.

Ursa, who had just drawn his knife, fell to the ground with a convulsion.

A fatal arrow straight to the door of the head.

Yili put the commander of the expeditionary corps in the air, so aggrieved and cold.

And the murderer who killed him was just an ordinary hunter who had just joined the army for less than half a year.

"Up!"

Throwing the bow in his hand to Hu Yu next to him, Zhu Zhangui held a knife in one hand and a revolver in the other, and led people to the camp.

"Dog, you take a look later, the one I shot just now seems to be a big official, and the clothes I threw down seem to be a valuable fur, you go and pick it up, and we will honor Your Highness later!"

"And touch him if there are any items that represent his identity, if he is really a big official, we will be developed."

"Your Highness said that the identity of the head is different, and the reward is different, I think his identity is worth at least 100 taels of silver."

"If you really have so much money, when the time comes, when the time comes, we can not only rebuild the old house, but also marry you a daughter-in-law, and I can also take a concubine!"

The man who walked forward with a bow and arrow walked a few steps, and suddenly thought of the guy he shot just now, who seemed to be a big official, so he reminded his nephew who was following him to take a look.

The nephew who followed behind him heard his uncle say this, and his eyes lit up.

Thinking of the beautiful mother-in-law, the spacious and bright blue brick house, hurriedly squeezed through the flow of people and touched the corpse.

The officer of the escort battalion who led their team looked back at the man.

The man smiled innocently and covered his mouth.

That's right, Zhu Zhangui is here again.

However, this sneak attack changed the target.

As the saying goes, you can't do it again and again.

So he changed to someone else for the third time.

In the last attack on the Tatars, Zhu Zhangui specially sent people to keep an eye on him.

At first, there was a bit of panic here, but it turned out to be confirmed that the Tatar camp on the opposite side had been attacked.

These guys from the Western Regions didn't go to the rescue at all, but saw that they were okay here, and went back to the tent to sleep.

Good guys, this kind of teammate can still be wanted.

Others Zhu Zhangui don't know, if this matter is replaced by him.

He would definitely fight back the enemy again, then turn around and press this teammate to the ground and rub it hard.

Nima, I've been attacked, and you didn't come over to help, are you sure you're not on the other side's side?

Sure enough, I'm not afraid of god-like opponents, but I'm afraid of pig-like teammates.

Ten gods at the top of a pit.

All the way into the camp.

Zhu Zhangui was confused for a while.

Nima, is this sure to be the army?

Four or five thousand people touched the camp, and a few careless guys, kicked things down and made a sound.

In the camp tent, these Western Regions pig teammates were stunned and didn't react at all, and their snoring sounded louder and louder.

Zhu Zhangui pinched the runny nose and nodded to Hu Yu who was following him.

Hu Yu waved his hand.

The soldiers, who were leaning outside the tent, cut open the tent with their knives and rushed straight in.

Soon a series of miserable sounds sounded in the tents.

"Enemy attack!"

"Enemy attack!"

As the screams rang out, the guys in the Western Regions who were sleeping like dead pigs finally woke up and rushed out of the tent with a shout.

Zhu Zhangui, who was about to retreat with the people who had succeeded, looked at the soldiers of the Western Regions who were running around empty-handed and shouting, and the corners of his mouth pulled fiercely.

The retreat order, which was about to exit, was changed to "Kill!" ”

The battle broke out in an instant.

The people of the Western Regions who shouted and screamed were cut down by the Ming army who pounced.

I don't know which tendon is wrong in the brains of these people in the Western Regions, many people only wear close-fitting underwear when they sleep.

Some even ran out with their bare big butts.

Saw a bare-ass guy and looked at the hairy thighs.

The corners of Zhu Zhangui's mouth couldn't help twitching.

This Nima is sure to have come to fight.

People say that armor never leaves the body, soldiers never leave their hands, and they can't wait to sleep wearing armor and carrying knives in their hands.

As a result, these guys went straight to naked.

Good guys, do the people of the Western Regions also advocate that sleeping naked is a first-class sleep?

"The devil... Run... It's the devil, it's the devil......"

The people of the Western Regions who were attacked, looking at the Ming army who were slashing frantically, and their partners who were slaughtered like animals without any reaction, were frightened.

There was the timid man, his legs trembling, and a faint liquid flowed out.

But as soon as I lay down on my thighs, I was frozen by the cold air.

Throwing aside the knife that had been cut in his hand, Zhu Zhangui casually picked up a spear next to him, and shouted at the top of his throat while stabbing the panicked Westerners.

"Don't patronize the murder and set fire to their camp!"

Hearing Zhu Zhangui's roar, the Ming army, who were frantically harvesting the heads, continued to chase and kill, and the people from the Western Regions jumped up and down while holding torches to ignite all the tents that could be seen around.

"Sigh..."

As the fire rose, Zhu Zhangui faintly heard the neighing of war horses in a direction.

"Horses, cavalry!"

Zhu Zhangui's eyes lit up, and he grabbed Hu Yu who was attached to him.

"Leave me alone, you take your brothers to kill horses, kill as many as you can!"

Hu Yu also understood that the biggest threat to the Ming army was cavalry.

Summoned a right-hand man to protect Zhu Zhangui, and he rushed to the place where the horses were chirping with hundreds of good men.

In a large place, Hu Yu saw hundreds of people from the Western Regions, who were opening the fence gate of the horse, trying to drive the horse out.

"Bang!"

Hu Yu shot and broke a leader who should be the leader, and waved his hand.

"Come on, don't let them go!"

"Kill!"

Hundreds of good hands rushed forward, and all the people of the Western Regions fell to the ground with a single look.

followed Zhu Zhangui to the front, all of them were good players selected by the whole army, and all of them were men who were in charge of two.

Their combat power is already strong, coupled with the armor on their bodies, as well as the revolvers collected by the whole army in their hands, their combat power is infinitely higher.

The strength of the people of the Western Regions is good, but that is only for ordinary people.

For these specially selected good players, it is not worth mentioning at all.

After dealing with the people from the Western Regions who wanted to let go of the horses, Hu Yu looked at the dense horses in the fence, and felt a pain in his heart.

What a good horse, it's a pity to kill it like this.

But they can't take it away, and they can't leave it to the enemy, so they can only kill.

"Do it!"

Hu Yu waved his hand.

Dozens of men carrying large wooden barrels jumped into the fence of dozens of horses and poured all the oil on the horses.

The others just threw the hay next to them desperately into the fence where the horses were closed.

After repelling the people who came to grab the horse several steps in a row, Hu Yu saw that he couldn't wait any longer, so he directly ordered to throw torches inside.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

The torches were stained with oil, and in an instant the hay ignited a fire that soared to the sky.

I don't know what the people of the Western Regions think, these guys actually wrapped a circle of fur around the horse's belly.

Maybe they think that the horses are also from the Western Regions, and they can't stand such cold weather, and they want to use this ring of fur to warm the horses.

I don't know what the heating effect is, but these furs have become the fastest combustion-boosting items.

The firelight killed and screamed, and kept in the camp of the Western Regions.

The Tatars on the opposite side heard the movement of the friendly forces next door, and many people became nervous.

Arutai, who had just laid down, did not even wear clothes, and rushed out of the camp with a knife.

Looking at the firelight and killing shouts coming from the camp of the Western Regions in the distance, Arutai cursed in a low voice.

"Bastard, why did you run over there!"

I ambushed myself on this side, but I ran to the other side.

Although he was depressed, Arutai still shouted loudly and hurried to the rescue.

"Taishi, we didn't come to those guys just now, why should we save them."

"Besides, those Ming soldiers will leave with a rake, and when we rush over, they will probably run out!"

Some were reluctant.

There was no rescue on the other side just now, so why should you risk your own people to save the people on the other side?

Arutai glared at the man.

"What so much nonsense, hurry up!"

In fact, the other side didn't come over just now, and Arutai felt a little uncomfortable.

However, the other party is a guest, and he still needs to ask the other party, and Arutai doesn't want to make too much trouble because of this, making both sides unhappy.

Originally, Ursa didn't want to think about it, and more than once put forward the idea of withdrawing troops.

If you don't help this time, Ah Tai can guarantee that that the guy from Ursa will come over early tomorrow morning and will definitely directly propose the idea of withdrawing from the army.

I finally fooled a group of cannon fodder, how could Arutai let them go so easily.

If you want to go, let's die first.

Although the generals were a little reluctant in their hearts, Arutai's orders could not be ignored.

So the group grinded and chirped the people gathered, thinking that they would wait for the Ming army to retreat before going over.

But when they gathered, the fighting on the opposite side still did not stop, but spread to the entire battalion.

"Could it be that the Ming army is really back this time."

Some people were a little puzzled, thinking that the Ming army's direct large-scale attack this time was not a sneak attack.

"It's not that the Ming army is coming, it's the camp howling!"

A general thought the same thing at first, but when he listened attentively, his face suddenly changed, and he yelled in horror.

For the generals of the ancient army, Ying Xiao is simply a dream demon-like existence.

There are many reasons for the roar of the battalion, but most of them are due to the nervous tension caused by the torture and mental pressure of the soldiers in the long-term battle, and finally the chaos caused by the direct mental breakdown.

Even if there is a sober soldier who can be chased and killed by other soldiers who have a mental breakdown, he can't stand there and let the other party kill.

Therefore, under the slashing of the two sides, even sober people will gradually lose themselves and fall into killing.

Therefore, the first rule of the night of camping in ancient times was not to make any sound, even if it was a fart, it had to be clamped, and a fart without a sound should be released.

In order to pacify the battalion, it is necessary to kill the deranged soldier in the first place to prevent it from affecting others.

Or rely on the personal charisma of the commander-in-chief to forcibly suppress the chaos.

However, there are only a handful of generals who can do this from ancient times to the present.

Let's not mention whether Ursa can have this ability?

The problem is that he is dead, and even if he has this ability, he can't use it.

So these people from the Western Regions directly became chaotic.

Their eyes were blinded by blood, their minds were covered by killing, and like demons, they wielded their weapons and slashed at any creature in front of them, even the best comrades of the past became his mortal enemies at this moment.

"Retreat, retreat!"

The enemy's camp roared, and Zhu Zhangui noticed it for the first time.

This is actually a good opportunity to attack, if Zhu Zhangui's Shenji Battalion is here. Zhu Zhangui will not hesitate to launch the most fierce attack and take this Western Regions legion down at once.

But now he has only more than 4,000 men under his command, and most of them are new soldiers.

Zhu Zhangui was worried that his soldiers would be affected by the other party, so he could only give up this good opportunity and choose to retreat.

The next day.

Faint green smoke flew in the wind, and the wood that had not yet burned out made a crackling sound.

The snowflakes that were roasted by the fire turned into trickles of water and flowed downward.

Everywhere there were stumps and broken arms, flesh and viscera, dark red blood, some frozen into rubies, and some of them flowed down the water into the distance.

Thousands of soldiers from the Western Regions, with dazed expressions and embarrassed bodies, huddled together like cattle under the custody of the Tatars.

Some were crying in a low voice, some were looking up to the sky and scolding, and some were looking at the corpses everywhere in a daze.

A lot of people still don't understand why it's like this.

It's all good, but why did they all die overnight.

"Well, what's this called!"

Looking at the headless corpse in front of him, Aruttai recognized the unlucky guy as Ursa with the boots on the other party's feet.

Last night, there was a roar in the camp, and it was also possible to completely finish off the army of the Western Regions.

After a night of bloody killing, by the time it stopped, there were few people left.

According to the statistics of his subordinates, there are only more than 5,000 people from the Western Regions who have survived, and all of them are injured.

Arutai was a little choked in his heart.

I paid a lot of money and put my granddaughter on board, in exchange for the 130,000 army.

As a result, he hadn't started a war with the enemy yet, so he was done playing for himself.

The original huge army of more than 400,000 people has been directly reduced by more than half after these troubles.

In addition, those who were killed and injured by the Ming army's sneak attack in the past two days, Arutai counted with his fingers and found that he could mobilize less than 170,000 troops.

The cavalry corps, which was originally capable of dominating the world, has now been directly reduced to more than 50,000.

Nima, this has not yet reached the land of the Ming people, and it has been lost in the form of this bird.

If you fight with the other party, will you be cool on the spot?

At this moment, Arutai retreated in his heart.

Even self-soothing in the heart.

The grassland is actually quite good, and the wind blows the grass to see cattle and sheep.

Every day, I herd the sheep on the horses, and when I saw which sheep was unhappy, I gave it a ga directly, and then boiled it and dipped it in leek flowers to eat, how comfortable, why do you have to suffer this crime and start a war with Daming.

The more he thought about it, the stronger the retreat in his heart became, and he even had the idea of opening his mouth immediately and ordering everyone to retreat.

But before he could say this, Arutai swallowed hard.

If the words of retreat are spoken, he will be the end of the Taishi.

Untied his cloak and put it over the corpse, Arutai said angrily to the generals behind him.

"Immortals, the enemy has trampled on our heads with the soles of their boots, dishonoring our dignity and souls. They have taken the lives of countless warriors, harmed our allies, greatly weakened our strength, and even put us at a disadvantage in terms of troops. ”

"Now we have two choices, the first option is to roll back to the grassland like a groundhog, and then, as before, be chased to the grassland by Zhu Di and his troops, slaughtered like lambs, his wife and daughter become their slaves, and their children and grandchildren become their livestock."

"Tell me, sons, if you are willing to accept this shameful life!"

"Unwilling, unwilling!"

The guards of Arutai raised their arms and shouted in support of their Taishi.

The other soldiers were also led and raised their hands and shouted.

Arutai raised his hands in the air and prayed to the heavens.

"Great Immortal Heaven, please protect your children and grandchildren, and defeat the evil and despicable Mingren!"

"If you can shelter us for victory this time, on the day of the victory and return, your people will sacrifice you with the most solemn ceremony!"

After the prayer, Arutai reverently prostrated himself on the ground and bowed in the direction of the grassland.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

The Tatar soldiers, raising their weapons and roaring to the sky, showed their bravery.

Arutai got up and pulled out his sword, pointing in the direction of the Ming territory.

"To survive, fight to the death!"

ps: The reason for the several chapters these days is because...

Okay, I'm not going to make it up, I'll admit that I'm Kavin, I'm writing the manuscript now, and I'm sorting out the follow-up outline, hoping to get inspiration again.

Let me delay for two days, keep the full attendance updated for the time being, and when it recovers, I will give my brothers a taste of it for 10 days a day.