Alslen rode towards the battlefield in the dark.
There is no moon today, I can't see my fingers, I can hardly see anything.
But Alslen didn't need the illumination of the moon. He could feel where he was by smelling the scent of different plants and the vibrations transmitted by the horse's hooves.
It has been more than three years since he came to this grassland. He is a qualified herdsman and a qualified soldier. He has a world of difference with Irgen's men, who rush to attack any good thing and run away faster than a rabbit when there is danger.
difference.
He is familiar with every piece of land here.
He knew clearly that there were no marmots here, not even one.
The previous tribe was too poor, and all the marmots had been trapped and eaten by them. There would be no marmots there. Without marmots, where would the holes come from?
Smelling the scent of wolfsbane flowers, Alslen came to the place where a large number of cavalrymen had their legs cut off.
"Chirp" he made the horse stop, then turned over and dismounted.
Alslen squatted on the ground. He did not dare to light the torch because there were still a large number of enemies in the pit on the mountain opposite. He touched the ground bit by bit with his hands.
There was still the smell of blood on the ground, but the corpses of humans and horses were gone, and Alslen was a little confused. Generally, in wars on the grasslands, corpses were not collected.
Let wild animals eat it. Mainly feed it to wolves.
There is a simple thought on the grassland. People and all things are the children of Changshengtian. When people are young, they eat meat. When they die, they must return the meat to Changshengtian.
In less than half a day, how could such a large pack of wolves be able to eat all the more than 500 dead bodies and 500 to 600 horses? This is absolutely impossible.
There is only one possibility for those who have the habit of collecting corpses, and that is that the people on the mountain are Han Chinese.
Thinking of this, Alslen shuddered a little.
Although the Han people are weak, their numbers are huge and cannot be compared to that small tribe.
Huang San was worried that the dead bodies at the foot of the mountain would cause a plague, so he ordered them to be thrown into the river and let them go downstream. In addition to collecting the leather of the dead horses and nitrating it, the horse meat was cut into floss, and the horse's internal organs and bones were
I took it to make soup and drank it, but there was nothing left.
Alsileng's heart was heavy. He was very worried about the Han people coming here. He didn't know what their purpose was. What he was really worried about was Fujin and the 150 households of Torgut tribesmen he brought with him. As well as his
Wife and a pair of children.
Alslen continued to explore, and soon he made a new discovery.
There are a lot of soil pillars on the ground. Judging from the dryness and wetness, they should have been newly dug out from the geography before the war. I compared them with my hands, and they were just right enough to insert a horse's hoof.
It’s true, these holes were dug by the Han people.
He felt a bone-chilling chill. The Han people were so bad that they could think of such despicable ways. It took three years of selection and training for a horse on the grassland from birth to becoming a war horse. It took a lot of hard work.
As a result, the Han people didn't know what tools to use, so they dug a small hole, and probably killed a war horse in less than a breath.
Then he crawled forward while groping on the ground. One after another, there were so many small holes that it was shocking.
He put his arm in, and it was exactly a foot deep, just up to his elbow.
He crawled forward for a while, then put his palm into the water. With a splash, his hand slipped and his upper body fell into the water with a splash.
The biting cold river water immediately jolted him.
It turned out that I had climbed to the river.
He remembered that the ditch from the other side of the river to the top was only fifty meters away. He had to be careful not to be heard by the other party. Otherwise, with the strength of so many sharpshooters on the other side, he would not have to go back to see his wife and children.
Alslen slowly stepped back. After thinking about it, he figured out the problem of the marmot cave, and the only thing left was the weirdness in the water.
In fact, he was still a little scared. After all, he saw with his own eyes today the tragic situation of men and horses who were entangled and drowned. He was also worried that he would be entangled when he went down.
But Alslen is a truly brave man, and he doesn’t understand that if Irgentaiji forces him to take the lead tomorrow, his few troops will not be enough to fill the gap.
He gritted his teeth, took off his leather robe, and slowly dived naked into the cold and biting river water.
I prayed in my heart that I would not get cramps. If I did, I would be washed away by the water and hang on those unknown things and drown.
The river is not deep. Except for a few large pits that are more than three meters deep, most places are only about one and two meters deep.
Alslen groped and moved forward slowly, bit by bit.
His calf seemed to have touched something, and he stopped quickly and touched it with his hands.
It seemed like something like a rope was floating in the water. I groped around along the rope and found a lot of iron thorns, which were indeed made of iron.
Alslen understood that the things in the water were not ropes, but iron wires with iron thorns twisted on them.
These people are really rich. Iron is a very expensive material on the grassland, but they actually use it to place it in the river.
But how did they stay suspended in the water?
He continued to feel around and found that there were wooden stakes at both ends. The wooden stakes were driven into the bottom of the river and fixed these roller-shaped iron wires.
It turns out that's the case. No wonder the horse would be frightened and fall and become entangled.
Alslen's heart grew colder and colder, these Han people were so vicious.
He soon discovered that the barbed wire fence did not block the entire river, but section by section. There were three rows in total, and each row covered the gap in the previous row.
So as long as you walk around carefully, you can pass safely. The river water is clear during the day and you can see the underwater situation clearly if you look carefully.
An Sanxi was in the headquarters and had just drank a cup of steaming coffee. He felt warm all over.
This is a special gift from an officer. Although An Sanxi is only a cavalry squad leader now, no one really takes him as a cavalry squad captain.
The master is preparing to build a cavalry unit. He plans to recruit six battalions and more than 3,000 people. These soldiers will be led by the cavalry squad.
In other words, each quasi-officer of the cavalry squad will in the future be at least a squadron commander in charge of a hundred people. Or even a battalion commander who is on an equal footing with Huang San.
An Sanxi is definitely a general at the same level as Zhang Geda and manages the same military unit.
Huang San and An Sanxi were also very polite.
The headquarters is an octagonal bunker made of sandbags. It is covered with tarpaulin and has windows on eight sides.
An Sanxi habitually used the telescope given to him by Yang Fan to observe his surroundings. Under the low-light anti-reflection film, the telescope with night vision function showed a green scenery inside.
An Sanxi seemed to see some water splashing by the river. He frowned. There shouldn't be big fish in such a shallow river.
"Wang Hao, take a group of people and go down to have a look. There seems to be movement by the river."
"Here!" Wang Hao immediately put down the instant noodles he was eating, grabbed his armed belt and musket, and rushed out with his saber.
This chapter has been completed!