Chen Kan led the soldiers out of the Tartar camp that had been reduced to a sea of fire, and happened to meet the scout team led by Cen Gu, who collided headlong.

Unlike the large army that was fully organized, almost all of the men under Cen Gu's command were wounded, and even the original twenty people were nearly one-third less at the moment.

"Master Hou, the Tartars sent an advance force of 3,000 people to rush over to support, if they are entangled, I am afraid that it will not be good."

The news that Cen Gu brought back made Chen Kan's brows furrow tightly, three thousand people, if there was enough time, they could completely eat these three thousand reinforcements in one bite.

It's a pity that there are still large troops behind these 3,000 people.

Cheng Feng and Zhou Shi, who were following Chen Kan, were also full of regret, but unfortunately, there was not much time left for them.

"Let's go."

Chen Kan shook his head at the two and gave the military order to evacuate.

Zhou Shi took out the map to identify the direction, and when Cen Gu and his scouts exchanged horses, they galloped towards the northeast.

Half an hour later, the Tartar reinforcements finally arrived at the exit of the Sambul River.

The chief of these 3,000 reinforcements was a young man about the same age as Chen Kan, named Battle.

The name translates to Chinese for hero.

When Battle saw that the originally neat camp had turned into a sea of fire, and there was not even a single intact corpse left, he immediately angrily beheaded several scouts who had gone to report the news.

And those scouts, when they were dying, didn't seem to think that they didn't die in the hands of the Ming army, but died in the hands of their own people.

After young Battle hacked the scouts to death, he snarled at the scouts he had brought with him, "Who will tell me where those two-legged sheep have gone?" ”

A scout stepped forward with trembling horses and reported in a trembling Mongolian voice: "General, the traces of those Han people fleeing are in the northeast direction, and they seem to be planning to go around behind the army. ”

"Give me chase!"

Battle was furious that a Ming army of about 2,000 men had killed their army of 5,000 men in such a short time.

And those two-legged sheep still dare to go deep into the grassland.

It's a shame.

Shame can only be washed away by the blood of those two-legged sheep.

Looking at the furious Battle, the scout trembled and admonished: "General, when you came, the marshal explained that we should not act rashly." ”

"Fart, he's just a coward, I'm not Barth, a small force of 2,000 cavalry, can't the 3,000 warriors under the command of Ben General leave them on the grassland?"

Battle's eyes almost burst into flames, and the scout didn't dare to persuade him when he saw Battle's appearance.

After all, the general was notoriously violent, and he didn't want to follow in the footsteps of his companions.

The furious Battle was terrible, and no one dared to come forward to admonish him.

Seeing that none of the warriors under his command objected, he took out the scimitar at his waist and shouted: "Sons, those two-legged sheep with 2,000 people dared to go deep into the grassland, and killed more than 5,000 brothers under our noses, so we don't take the warriors on the grassland seriously, can you swallow this breath, anyway, it will be impossible to swallow." ”

Originally, a group of Tartar soldiers were still skeptical about whether to pursue the Ming army that had run away, but as soon as Balt's words came out, everyone immediately became angry.

Two thousand men went deep into the steppe and killed more than 5,000 of their brothers, which simply did not take them seriously.

It seems that these two-legged sheep have forgotten the fear of being dominated by the Golden Family.

"I can't swallow it!"

A group of Tartar soldiers shouted with anger on their faces: "Kill, kill, kill!" ”

Seeing that his morale had risen, Barth nodded with satisfaction: "Since I can't swallow this breath, then I will go with Ben to take off the heads of those two-legged sheep and use their blood to pay tribute to these brothers who died in battle." ”

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

"Kill the ...... of the Two-legged Sheep"

The morale of the Tartar soldiers was at an all-time high, and even the scout who had first admonished Battle did not dare to move.

But he knew very well that if these 3,000 men chased after him, he would seek death, so he had to quickly report Barth's disobedience to the marshal.

In the entire grassland, only the marshal can govern Barthes.

So, while Battle was boosting the morale of the soldiers, he found a gap and turned around and ran.

"Coward."

Looking at the scouts galloping away, Battle didn't stop him.

He wanted to catch up with the Ming army to take revenge, but it didn't mean that he was a fool.

Although he looked down on the scout's courage, he also knew that with the scout's report, Ab's support would increase quickly, and he would have a greater chance of making a difference.

Seeing the scouts running away, Battle looked back at the morale of the soldiers and shouted: "Soldiers, sons, warriors of the grassland, follow the generals, catch up with the Ming army, cut off their heads, and wash away the shame brought to us by these two-legged sheep." ”

I have to say that Battle knows how to mobilize, and after a group of Tartar soldiers roared like this, their morale suddenly became a little stronger.

After the pre-war mobilization, Battle took the lead in turning his horse's head and chasing in the direction of the Ming army's escape.

Then the sound of horses' hooves sounded in the grassland.

......

In just two hours, Chen Kan had already led his soldiers to run out of a hundred miles, far away from the Sanbule River, and even left the main force of the Tartars behind.

Maybe it's because the war is approaching, or maybe it's because the young people on the steppe are on the battlefield, they haven't met any Tartar tribes along the way.

Fortunately, the food looted in the Tartar camp in Sanbule River can barely last for a while, and Chen Kan does not have to worry about food for the time being.

Running to safety, Chen Kan finally ordered everyone to rest on the spot.

By the way, the bodies of the soldiers who died in the battle were cremated, and it was much easier to run with the ashes than with the corpses.

After a while, the grassland was filled with the aroma of barbecued meat.

More than forty corpses were reduced to a small pile of bone fragments in just one hour.

The soldiers who followed Cen Gu to intercept and kill the Tartar scouts were only left with identity plates, which was also something that could not be helped.

After paying tribute to the soldiers who died in battle, replenishing a little water and dry food, Chen Kan planned to continue to outflank the northeast.

Now that they are in the grassland, it is impossible for them to stay in one place too long, otherwise they will risk being dumplings.

But before Chen Kan could set off, he heard news from the scouts that the 3,000 reinforcements sent by the Tartars were still chasing after them, and the two armies were only a short distance of thirty miles.

Chen Kan was amazed, he didn't expect the Tartar army to have such a high level of resilience.

After hearing the news brought by the scout, a group of generals suddenly showed bloodthirsty in their eyes, and they didn't expect that the other party would dare to chase all the way with only 3,000 people.

"Master Hou, do you want to turn around and eat the three thousand people of Tartar?"

Cheng Feng licked his tongue, his eyes were full of violence and bloodthirstiness, and his demeanor looked like the villain of villains.

Chen Kan glanced at him angrily, and said angrily: "Please restrain your expression, so that those who don't know will think that we are the villains." ”

Cheng Feng scratched his head and asked rhetorically, "Aren't we?" ”

One sentence silenced Chen Kan, and also silenced the senior generals.

It seems that in the steppe, they belong to the invading side.

"Assert ......"

Chen Kan suddenly laughed nervously, and a sinister expression suddenly appeared on his face.

Seeing that the generals were instantly frightened.

"Master Hou, don't be like this, I'm afraid."

"Uh-huh!"

Cheng Feng's words immediately attracted a chorus of echoes.

Chen Kan broke the gong for a second, and then narrowed his eyes and said: "In this way, it is not indispensable for us to be villains once, but now, we are still too close to the main force of the Tartars." ”

Fang Xu leaned up and said, "What does Master Hou mean?" ”

Chen Kan shrugged: "Of course we continue to escape, if we distance ourselves from the main force of the Tartars, the three thousand Tartar troops are still chasing us, then eat them, if we don't chase, we don't have to care." ”

As soon as Chen Kan said this, everyone's faces showed a look of understanding.

They came to the steppe to wreak havoc, not to fight the Tartars head-on, and poking and stabbing knives was what they should do.

After everyone's opinions reached an agreement and the returning scouts were sent out, Chen Kan turned over and continued to start the thousand-mile escape mode.

As the sun gradually turned westward, a muddy river appeared in front of everyone's eyes, which was the small Yellow River upstream of the python water.

The Little Yellow River is a seasonal river that only rises when there is plenty of rainfall in the summer, and now that it's the height of summer, looking at the wide Little Yellow River, it seems that it is not much different from the real Yellow River.

Seeing this river means that everyone has set foot in the core of the Tumut steppe, and if they continue to walk forward, the chances of encountering the Tartar tribe will be greatly increased.

Hearing the scout's report that the Tartar troops were still following behind his ass, Chen Kan couldn't help but slow down his horse's speed.

Suddenly an extra tail appeared behind the buttocks, and no one would feel good, and Chen Kan was no exception.

However, now is not the time to deal with this tail, so although he is not very comfortable, Chen Kan still has no intention of fighting with the Tartar who has caught up.

A horse came from the end of the grassland, and it was a scout sent by Chen Kan to explore the way.

After a while, the man rode up to Chen Kan.

"Master Hou, sixty miles ahead I found a tribe of Tartars, the scale is about 10,000 people, it is a large tribe."

After listening to the scout's report, Chen Kan suddenly grinned: "Brothers, we don't have to sleep in the wilderness tonight. ”

A large tribe of 10,000 people, even in the grassland, is a rare super-large tribe.

But Chen Kan is sure that there is no young and strong in that tribe, and the current northeast of the Northern Yuan Dynasty has to deal with Duoyan Sanwei, the south has to confront the Ming Dynasty, and the west is inseparable from the Wara Department.

How could a large tribe of 10,000 people not be conscripted?