"The Mongols are here again!" someone shouted in horror.

Mongolian cavalry appeared in the sight of the Later Jin army again. Countless Mongolians rode horses. Looking around, the grassland was covered with people, stretching to the sky, endless. This time, the Mongolians no longer harassed the iron-armored cavalry of the Later Jin army's rear formation, but rushed over from the grassland on the left and rushed directly at the Aha team in the middle of the Jurchen army. When there were only less than fifty steps left to approach the Aha team in the Dajin Aha team, the Mongolian cavalryman set his bow and arrows, and shot arrows covering the sky and the sun.

The arrows were as rained as the attacked Ahas had no armor on their bodies and were shot by the Mongol arrows, either dead or injured. A round of arrows fell, and the Ahas screamed and fell down a large area. The pack horses transporting Dorgon's food were covered by the rain of arrows, and Ahas who drove away the horses fell down countless times. The mules and horses that lost their master were frightened and ran around, knocked over Ahas. The mules and horses that collided with each other fell down, and the food bags on their backs fell on the ground and rolled all over the ground.

The Jurchen cavalry at the beginning and end immediately rushed to disperse the Mongols who were attacking Aha.

Seeing the Jurchen cavalry coming, the Mongolians pulled out their horses and left. The Jurchen cavalry were wearing thick armor and increased the burden of war horses. For several days, the war horses that had no hay and beans had been unable to speed up, and they could not catch up with the Mongolian light cavalry who were whistling away.

When the Jurchens returned to their position, the Mongolians rode their horses to fight again. Seeing the Jurchen cavalry turning around and rushed over, the Mongolians turned around and ran away. When the Jurchens turned around, the Mongolians rushed over again. After a few times like this, the Jurchen cavalry were exhausted. Under the sun, the Jurchen cavalry wearing double thick armor ran back and forth. The underwear inside the armor was already wet, and everyone was sweating profusely and miserable, but they did not dare to take off the thick armor on their bodies. As long as they were gone, they were not much more powerful than the Mongolian cavalry, and they would die if they were shot by arrows.

"Master Beile, our archers have a farther range than the Mongolian barbarians. If a barbarian comes, all of us will dismount and shoot arrows." Toppo suggested.

Dorgon smiled bitterly: "Mongolian barbarians do not enter the range of bows and arrows at all, and they only circle around outside. When one of us doesn't pay attention, they will rush over. If we weren't able to have enough horsepower, why fear these barbarians?"

The Mongolians would not attack the Jurchen formation at all, but they were sticking to the Jurchens like dogs and plasters. They lost hay, lacked food, and lost fat war horses, and could not increase their speed. At this time, the Jurchen heavy cavalry was actually almost the same as those of infantry. Faced with the continuous harassment of the Mongols, they could only stare at them.

In the scorching sun, the sun shone on the Jurchens wearing thick armor. Every Jurchen cavalry had already sweated profusely. Every few steps he had to drink a bag of water. The two layers of armor were as hot as a steamer. The war horses under their crotch were also tired. As they walked, some of the Jurchen cavalry suddenly fell down and foamed at the mouth; some of the Jurchens were exhausted, and one fell down from the horse's back. The Mongolians who were harassing the side had only one piece of leather armor and a thin dress, riding a horse lightly, coming and going

Like the wind, the sun had no effect on them at all. The Mongols on the horses would drink a sip of milk when they were thirsty and chew a piece of mutton when they were hungry, which was much easier than the Jurchens. Dorgon's Jurchen cavalry walked all day, but it was not dark yet, and the Jurchens had already lost hundreds of people and were exhausted and hot. After walking all day, the Jurchens only walked less than fifty miles away. The elite cavalry with one man and two horses could not match the infantry's speed. Of course, this was all thanks to the harassment of the Mongols.

After finally getting dark, Dorgon raised his head and the damn sun finally set. The night on the grassland was a little cool. A cool breeze blew by the river, and he felt much more comfortable.

But after nightfall, the grasslands by the river were more lively than during the day.

The Jurchen army made the war horses squat on the ground and surrounded the soldiers, forming a circle, which could not only resist the sudden rush of Mongolian cavalry, but also protect the Jurchen soldiers from being shot by the Mongol arrows. As for whether the horses would be shot to death, Dorgon no longer cared about it. If he continued like this, the Jurchen cavalry would have to kill the horses to satisfy his hunger.

On the grasslands outside, there were neighing sounds of war horses everywhere. Mongols from all directions rushed over to gather. The surrounding grasslands were full of torches, just like stars falling to the ground. The Mongolian cavalry with torches suddenly changed their formation and turned into a long snake formation. The long list of torches were like a rope, bound around the Jurchen cavalry, making the remaining Jurchen cavalry unable to move.

Dorgon was upset. He had to bring the remaining 23,000 people back to Liaodong. The Jurchens were few. The people of the Jurchen tribe were only more than 200,000, of which the population was only more than 50,000. In addition to other surrendered tribes, the Great Jin Kingdom relied on these 50,000 elite Zhen Jurchens to suppress the Korqin Mongols, Baoyi Aha, the Jurchen savages, and the Koreans who just surrendered not long ago. If all the more than 23,000 people were left on the Hetao grassland, then the strength of the Great Jin Kingdom would be greatly damaged. At that time, the Korqin people, Baoyi Aha, the savages, and the Koreans would not be so honest anymore. At that time, the Great Jin Kingdom was fragmented and the entry into the Central Plains would become a dream of yellow.

The Mongolians outside were yelling all night, but the Mongolians did not dare to attack, but they just kept harassing and harassing outside.

"Apart from keeping a watch, the rest of the people gave Benbeile a good sleep! They all kept their energy! Otherwise, how could they rush to go tomorrow?" Dorgon sent an order to continue.

Dorgon wrapped himself in a blanket, but he couldn't sleep. During the day, the harassment of the Mongols forced Dorgon to wear thick armor and was sunburned all day long. After it was dark, his clothes were like they were fished out of water. Now the clothes had been dry long ago, and the sweat on his body was dry, but his body was sticky and itchy. He wanted to force himself to fall asleep, but the Mongolians outside were roaring desperately, and there were waves of neighing from war horses. In a daze, Dorgon's eyelids were about to close, and he was awakened by the clamor of the Mongols.

The other Jurchen soldiers were similar to Dorgon at this time. Everyone was forcing themselves to fall asleep, but they couldn't sleep no matter how much. In addition to the noise of the Mongolians, it was so uncomfortable that they were hungry that they were hungry than Dorgon. The army was about to lose food, and the food was limited to supply. Dorgon was the high-ranking Beile, so naturally the food was not limited to it, so he could eat enough. However, ordinary soldiers could only provide strictly according to the rations. The food was not enough to eat enough. They were tired all day during the day and were severely dehydrated by the sun. When they lay down at night, they felt their stomachs roaring and they could not fall asleep at all.

In the second half of the night, except for the Jurchen sentry who were on duty, the rest of the people finally couldn't stand the eyelids fighting and fell asleep in a daze.

A violent roar woke Dorgon up. He got up and came out of the blanket.

Almost every Jurchen soldier reacted the same way as Dorgon and was awakened by the roar just now.

I saw another fire on the grassland, and then I heard the whistling of artillery shells. A cannonball penetrated into the Jurchen crowd, causing a bloody storm.

"Ah!" Dorgon clenched his fists and roared angrily, "Minggou is here too!"
Chapter completed!