The climate of the grassland is not changing, with droughts in spring and winter, and heavy rains in summer and autumn. At this moment, because it is at the intersection of spring and summer, there are more variables. Yesterday was clear sky, but today it suddenly became gloomy. The surrounding area was gray, and the strong wind whistled from the north wind, rolling up strands of yellow sand, blowing it so hard that it makes people unable to open their eyes. The air is still dry, and from the outside to the inside, it makes people feel a unique chill.

On the shade of a stretched slope, a thousand soldiers hugged the horse's reins and lay quietly on the ground. The horses were all covered with chews to avoid making any sounds. The high slope in front of them happened to hide their traces, making it impossible for people outside to see them. From time to time, several rangers rushed from afar to report the latest situation.

About five miles away from them, it was the intersection of the two roads and the only way to go from west to east. Zitu Taiji sat on a Hu chair, sitting upright. Nearly two thousand Mongolian young men were listed behind, completely blocking all pedestrians.

Zhou Xian, Niu Yong and Turshan lay on the top of the high slope, staring at the rolling smoke and dust in the distance. Nearly a thousand Mongolian light cavalry threw away their helmets and armor, panting, and rushed from afar. Then followed hundreds of full-scale elite cavalry, all of whom were drawing bows and firing arrows. From time to time, Mongolian knights fell from their horses and turned into a dead corpse in the grassland.

Niu Yong smiled and looked at Tuershan beside him and said, "Little Prince, the people you recruited are really useless! It's so embarrassing that nearly a thousand people were beaten like this by hundreds of captives."

Tu'ershan glanced at Niu Yong, snorted coldly and said, "Don't lie down and talk, don't hurt. They came to lure the enemy, and the performance is the best now. If they were fighting with the Manhu, they would definitely kill the latter. I am looking forward to seeing how the wise men you lead will perform later, and I hope not to be too embarrassed."

Niu Yong gave a thumbs up and said mercilessly: "Little Prince, you can really comfort yourself."

Niu Yong and Tuershan are both strong and straightforward in their relationships. In addition, the Mongols invaded Xuanfu from time to time, and many of their fellow comrades were killed and injured during the battle. Now, although they gathered together for common purposes, they always feel more disgusting than good feelings. There will definitely be no big fights, but some small conflicts are endless. Basically, they are quarrels at a moment, quarrels at a moment, and quarrels at a moment. In just two days, the two have had many words.

Tuershan is concerned about the safety of Taiji, and he is too lazy to pay attention to Niu Yong at this moment. He turned to Zhou Xian and said, "Brother Zhou, the strategy you set up to make my dad lure the enemy in front of you. Will there be any danger this time?"

Zhou Xian smiled and said, "Little Prince, I said there is no danger at all, you definitely don't believe it. But Taiji is surrounded by nearly two thousand Mongolian warriors, plus a thousand people who escaped. If these three thousand people can't resist hundreds of mangroves, then there is no need to fight this battle. The plan we set before was to let the one thousand people go out to lure the enemy, attract some mangroves, and then concentrate on annihilation to attract the subsequent gang of mangroves to come, so as to create opportunities for us to successfully grab the last Abnay. Therefore, the danger faced by Taiji is not in front of us, but the second wave of mangroves that may be hunted down. But Taiji and the guards around him are all good horses that are selected from thousands of miles away. Even if they can't be beaten at that time, there shouldn't be too big a problem to escape."

After hearing Zhou Xian's explanation, Tuershan looked much better and nodded slightly.

When Botu saw the man coming in front of him, he turned over the horse. He still had the iron mask on his face, and his eyes looked forward with a cold look. When the Mongolian who was running for life in the front reached within a thousand steps from him, he raised his right hand with a fist and then suddenly waved it down.

The two thousand soldiers beside him let out collective wolf howls, and then scattered in groups and rushed forward. The melodious sound of ox horns blew the rhythm of the attack. The Mongolian warriors held a scimitar in their hands and led arrows with bows, as if they were back to the era of first-class strong soldiers who swept through the four fields.

The Mongols who had been running for life scattered to both sides, leaving a way for the advance cavalry to attack. Clusters of sounds, a rain of arrows shot up, and the pursuers were all dismantled, and the situation reversed instantly.

The Mongols were good at riding and shooting. Even if they were on horseback, the arrows they shot were fierce and accurate, no less than those of infantry archers. As soon as the two armies met, dozens of captives screamed and fell to the ground.

The Manchu cavalry was suddenly attacked and suddenly fell into panic and stopped. But they were worthy of being the first-class strong soldiers of the world, and they figured out the situation in a moment. The generals of the leading army were just a little nervous when they saw the enemy several times that they rushed towards. Then they shouted twice, and then all the Manchu cavalry dispersed to avoid bows and arrows. At the same time, they rushed over to the Mongolian cavalry at a faster speed.

The cavalry handed over, and morale was the first. Most of the Manchu Captains had experienced many battles. The military qualities and pride they had developed for a long time made them see several times the enemy. Not only did they not look back and flee because of fear, but instead stimulated their blood. Less than two Niulu, the six hundred Manchu Captains continued to rush forward, trying to fight against nearly five times the crowd with their own strength. What was frightening was that everyone was uniform and no one fell behind. This was a terrifying army of tigers and wolves.

But the leading generals are undoubtedly the most correct decision at this time. When the bows and arrows are shot against each other, they have few people and do not have any advantage. If they turn around and escape, they will definitely be shot and killed by the Mongolian cavalry that followed. When the reinforcements arrive, they will have a chance to survive. What they are looking forward to is the close handover between the two armies, so that the bows and arrows cannot play their strengths, and thus rely on their own bravery to win.

After losing more than a hundred cavalry, they got what they wanted. The scimitar was swung and the blood was thrown away; the spear was pierced, and the corpses were everywhere. The war horse that had lost its master drifted everywhere, and under the horse was stepping on thick blood lipid. The blade was bright, the spear head was flashing, and the low roar resounded throughout the grassland. The bravery of the war generals and the courage of the soldiers were fully demonstrated at this moment.

Nearly a thousand knights who escaped back to the rear formation from both sides gathered again and entered the battle formation again. Although the captains were brave, their number of disadvantages limited them everywhere. The repeated battles gradually exhausted their strength, and the movement of raising the knife became slow, and even dodging became extremely slow. Retreatment and death were only a matter of time for them.
Chapter completed!