Under the leadership of the five-man team of horse thieves and following the marks specially left by Feng Ge, Guo Mo and his party finally met Feng Ge in the evening of the next day.
This place is very close to the territory of Mongolia and far away from Yinzhou. The nearest Xixia city is Pingzhou, two hundred miles to the southeast.
Unfortunately, Pingzhou was occupied by the Mongols as early as last year, and a thousand-man Mongolian team is still stationed there.
"Second Senior Brother——"
Seeing Guo Mo in front of him, Feng Ge cried and knelt down.
"Get up, a grown man, crying. What's he like? Tell me what's going on now?"
It turned out that after Feng Ge gave Guo Mo information, he knew what kind of crisis Chen Xuanfeng was about to encounter. Even if he took advantage of more than 300 horse thieves like himself, it would probably not help.
It's a pity that now that he knows, he can't just watch his robe die.
Therefore, Feng Ge left a five-man team waiting for Guo Mo, and it was also convenient for him to lead the team.
But he went without hesitation, leading more than 300 horse thieves in the direction of Chen Xuanfeng.
The 400 Yanwang guards led by Chen Xuanfeng had already fought against Tiemu's 10,000 Mongolian cavalry. At this time, they were being pursued by Tiemu's two thousand Mongolian cavalry, with no way to the sky and no way to the earth.
"I want to see where you cavalry came from. Everyone, don't chase them too closely. Just stay within a stone's throw and follow them."
Brother Tiemu was also in high spirits. He hadn't even touched the other party's people yet, so he had lost five to six hundred men on his side.
Brother Tiemu has never suffered such a loss in all his years in the army.
Zhao Chengyu felt something bad in his heart when he saw the other party hanging leisurely from behind.
"Chen Dutong, let's slow down our horses. We have to fight. Otherwise, if we run out for another fifty miles at most, the poor endurance of our horses will be exposed."
Chen Xuanfeng frowned. He had spent many years in the Mongolian desert and knew the characteristics of Mongolian horses deeply.
If we really wait for our side to be overtaken by the opponent's cavalry due to lack of horsepower, it will be a disaster.
But if we turn around and fight now, even if the opponent only pursues two thousand cavalry, it is not something that our four hundred people can handle.
"Lieutenant Zhao, slow down your horse first and fire two volleys to see the effect. If it doesn't work, rush and kill once. Don't be too lazy to fight, just pierce through once and then turn south."
There was no time for Chen Xuanfeng to hesitate. It was the lesser of two evils. As the commander-in-chief of the escort army, he had to bear the responsibilities he had at the critical moment.
"Everyone is here, slow down your horses, wait until the Mongols enter the area where you can shoot, and fire two volleys——"
Zhao Chengyu gave orders loudly, but he stayed at the back of the team intentionally or unintentionally.
Chen Xuanfeng saw this and slowed down his horse, ready to deal with emergencies at any time.
In the blink of an eye, Brother Temmu's two thousand cavalry arrived.
"Well, why did the cavalry in front slow down? Can't they run anymore?"
Before Brother Tiemu could figure it out, suddenly, more than 400 sharp arrows came towards him, but they still shot at horses but not at people.
It's a pity that there are only two thousand cavalry now, and they are still advancing in a scattered manner. Only three or four hundred cavalry can really enter the area within a stone's throw.
This round of arrow rain passed, only dozens of war horses were hit, and twenty or thirty horses fell to the ground. The remaining Mongolian cavalry still maintained the tracking speed.
It was too late for the escort to fire a second volley.
"All of you are here. Draw your bows and raise your sabers. Brothers are all sitting tight. Even if they die, let the horses carry their bodies back -"
This time Chen Xuanfeng spoke, and he also saw the critical situation.
What a Chen Xuanfeng, with his legs clamped on the war horse, holding a sword in each hand with flat ends, he shouted and rushed towards the Mongolian cavalry behind him.
"Brothers, form a sharp arrow formation and follow me -"
Zhao Chengyu also roared, swung the big gun in his hand, led 400 Yanwang guards, followed Chen Xuanfeng and killed him.
This is two teams facing each other. Isn’t that fast?
It was literally in front of us in the blink of an eye. The Mongolian cavalry quickly waved their scimitars in their hands and prepared to fight.
It's a pity that these four hundred guards all have hundred-refined sabers.
One strike of the sword will destroy both the strong man and the horse, and even the weakest one can split open the opponent's scimitar.
Chen Xuanfeng was even more ruthless, using two swords with flat ends, which covered a width of nearly two feet. He moved his horse forward, and the Mongolian cavalry fell off the horse one after another like dumplings.
Two thousand Mongolian cavalry, the length of the team was only more than half a mile, and they were facing each other. In just a few seconds, Chen Xuanfeng killed them and passed through them.
Looking back, Zhao Chengyu and his escort had already passed halfway, but the Mongolian cavalry had already reacted.
The Mongolian cavalry who were originally charging at the front had already turned their horses in an organized manner, trying to surround the four hundred people from behind.
"kill--"
Chen Xuanfeng also turned his horse's head, waved two sabers, and drew his bow from left to right, charging into the Mongolian cavalry team again.
"The god of death is back again——"
In the Mongolian army, someone didn't know who shouted.
In Chen Xuanfeng's confrontation just now, nearly a hundred Mongolian cavalry died under his sword. Basically, they were cut in half or had their sternums broken.
Some who tried to duck their heads to avoid even had their heads of six Yangs cut off directly.
"Bili Gu, let's go and kill this man."
Of the two thousand Mongolian cavalry, there were naturally two thousand captains. When they saw Chen Xuanfeng being so violent, they were immediately furious and broke their teeth in their mouths.
The two captains, regardless of commanding the troops, passed through the horses and surrounded Chen Xuanfeng from the left to the right.
"court death--"
Chen Xuanfeng, who was jealous of the killing, saw two Mongolian generals dressed as captains, waving scimitars towards him.
I immediately became energetic. I was worried that I couldn’t find your leader, but you actually came to the door yourself?
Isn’t this a tiger plucking its beard from its mouth—seeking death?
"Splitting Huashan with force" was performed on the left and right, but no more subtle moves were needed. The two captains were split in half with their swords and horses.
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Hey, if you can't learn the 'left and right fighting' technique like Brother Guo, you are still far behind. The Thousand Commander's chops with the left hand are not as uniform as those with the right hand.
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Well, this guy is not too satisfied with his "craft".
At this moment, all the surrounding Mongolian cavalry were suppressed.
Those two are their commanders, and they can be considered as brave men who are the best in the three armies, not just ordinary soldiers and crab generals.
How come they both died when they were in front of this person without even being able to meet him?
At this time, Zhao Chengyu and his escort were already approaching.
"Vice General Zhao, you and your brothers retreat first, I will come and break up the rear——"
Zhao Chengyu did not refuse, shot down a Mongolian cavalry with one shot, and led the team to kill south.
Chen Xuanfeng continued to wield his two swords and kept slashing. Most of the escorts had separated from the Mongolian cavalry and headed south.
However, Chen Xuanfeng visually observed that the number of leaving escorts generally lacked dozens of people. He also knew that even if some of the people rushed past, they might be corpses carried by war horses.
"ah--"
Seeing his own brother dead, especially these brothers who came out with him and stirred up the same pot all day long.
In order to delay the pursuit of the Mongolian army, Chen Xuanfeng behaved like a mad tiger, and his two horse-killing knives were like the King of Hell's post. If they touch each other, they will die.
"Keep the distance and shoot this person to death with random arrows——"
Brother Tiemu, who was watching the battle not far away, was also frightened by Chen Xuanfeng's momentum.
Where did such a violent person come from?
Needless to say, there are not many people like this. As long as there are ten or eight of them, my ten thousand Mongolian cavalry will be for nothing.
Tamagotchi shouted and gave orders deliberately in Mongolian.
Unfortunately, he was facing Chen Xuanfeng. How could this man who had spent so many years in the Mongolian desert not understand such simple Mongolian?
Before the Mongolian soldiers could retreat, Chen Xuanfeng turned his horse and charged into the Mongolian cavalry surrounding them in the south. He once again engaged in a melee with the Mongolians, making it impossible for the Mongolian soldiers with bows and arrows to attack.
After killing dozens of Mongolian cavalry one after another, they saw smoke and dust rising in the distance, thinking that a large group of Mongolian cavalry was coming.
Chen Xuanfeng no longer loved fighting. He held his breath and killed fiercely for a while. After killing more than a dozen Mongolian cavalry again, he ran due south and went down.
He also took away two empty horses of the Mongols. He felt that the war horse under his crotch might no longer be able to hold on any longer.
Sure enough, Chen Xuanfeng's horse fell to the ground before it had gone two miles.
Fortunately, he was prepared, so he jumped up in the air and sat on one of the Mongolian horses.
"Old man, Lao Chen, thank you very much, but I can't help you."
After reciting a few sentences silently, Chen Xuanfeng did not dare to delay any longer and continued heading south.
"Temuco Khan, are you okay?"
The deputy general Cha'erdu, who was left behind to command the Mongolian cavalry, took the reins and came to Temmu's horse. He was relieved when he found that Temmu himself was not injured.
However, this upright Mongolian man was still stunned by the tragedy around him.
Almost all of them were the corpses of Mongolian cavalry and war horses. Cha'er was considered a veteran of battles, but he had never seen such a large proportion of war horses dismembered at the same time.
"Count the number of people——"
Originally, Brother Tiemu wanted to give the order to continue the pursuit, but when he saw the horrified soldiers around him and the Cha'erdu who came in the dust, he swallowed the words that came to his lips.
"Subutai, are you injured too?"
At this time, Brother Temu discovered that Subotai, who was not far from him, had lost his left arm.
After a simple bandage, blood still seeped out from time to time. His whole face turned pale with pain, and he sat on the horse looking shaky.
"I'm sorry... Brother Temmu Khan, the general just accidentally cut off his left arm with a knife from that man."
It was Chen Xuanfeng's masterpiece again. He defeated Subotai once and ambushed him. His face was remembered by Chen Xuanfeng, but it was a pity that only one of his left arms was left behind.
"Temmu Khan, we found more than thirty knives used by those people. These are still in good condition, and some are no longer usable."
At this time, the people who had finished cleaning the battlefield came over with several swords in their hands.
Brother Tiemu took one of them and looked at it carefully.
"These cavalry just now might be from the Song Dynasty."
"People from the Song Dynasty? Brother Tiemu Khan, how could they be from the Song Dynasty? They are still in alliance with us, and they are so far away. Besides, do they have such brave cavalry?"
Cha'er was a little puzzled. Regarding the Song Dynasty, everyone's impression was that "the southerners were weak and content to enjoy themselves."
It was a country with no sources of war horses. How could they possibly train such brave cavalry?
"It shouldn't be wrong. Such a sword is called a 'horse-killing sword'. I have seen it many years ago. The brother of the Prince Consort, Guo Mo, also designed and built the golden sword. It was used by Feng Ge and Ye Qu in the army at that time.
They are all slaying swords."
"I never thought that this Guo Mo would now become the 'King of Yan' of the Song Dynasty. The one who can equip a large number of these horse-killing swords might be his 'King of Yan's Guards'..."
Brother Temu stroked the horse-zanting sword in his hand. For generals, war horses and weapons are undoubtedly particularly attractive.
When he saw the Zhanma Dao for the first time, he fell in love with this weapon.
Unfortunately, it was said that it was very difficult to make. I wasn't very familiar with the brothers Guo Jing and Guo Mo, so I didn't have the nerve to ask for it, but I saw that Zhebie had one there.
"Timothy Khan, the casualties have been calculated. Seven hundred and fifty Mongolian warriors were killed, and only fifty-four enemy corpses were seen..."
"Hahaha - head-to-head confrontation, one to ten battle losses. When did our Mongolian cavalry become so unbearable?"
Brother Tiemu smiled a little bitterly, his mind was filled with the scene of Chen Xuanfeng's killing just now. There must be at least two to three hundred people who died in the hands of that murderer, right?
The 10,000 Mongolian cavalry he brought over from Mongolia, plus Subutai's 600 to 700 defeated soldiers, now only have a total of just over 9,000 left, and there are also hundreds of wounded soldiers of varying degrees.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Subotai, take all the injured Mongolian warriors back to Pingzhou City to recuperate."
"Cha'erdu, allocate two thousand Mongolian cavalry to me again. I'll take the first step. You can lead the rest of the troops to follow."
"Brother Temmu Khan, let the last general lead the chase. You, the old man, can supervise the team from behind."
This time, Cha'er did not listen to Brother Timu's order. Instead, he knelt down on one knee and asked to lead the team first.
Chaerdu is twenty-nine years old this year. He has been following Brother Temmu since he was fourteen years old. At that time, he was still a soldier of Brother Temmu.
He was just an orphan, and all his skills were learned in the army. To Chaerdu, Temmu Khan was not only a khan, but also a teacher and a father.
Seeing the invincible Temmu Khan suffer setbacks one after another in one day, Cha'er felt more uncomfortable than anyone else.
Seeing Cha'erdu's firm eyes, with even tears welling up in his eyes, Brother Temmu hesitated for a moment and didn't insist anymore.
"Okay, then you can light up the 3,000 cavalry and go ahead. It doesn't matter if you stay far away. Just don't lose them. I will take the remaining 5,000 cavalry and I will arrive soon."
Brother Tiemu knew very well that in the entire Xixia war situation, I am afraid that no more troops would come here within half a year.
The original plan was to add the 30,000 to 40,000 men and horses already present in the Xixia territory, plus the 20,000 men from Subutai, and the 10,000 Mongolian cavalry he brought with him.
With these 60,000 to 70,000 troops, no matter how bad the situation is, we can capture the remaining three remaining cities in the west of Xixia within half a year.
Unexpectedly, Subotai's entire army was almost wiped out before he arrived.
It had only been a day since I arrived, and I had lost one to two thousand men in battle.
Brother Temujin is a steady person, and he is inevitably cautious at heart. He once made suggestions to his brother, Genghis Khan Temujin, two years ago.
It is necessary to win the alliance of the Song Dynasty, so that the Jin Kingdom can be held back. As long as the Jin Kingdom does not intervene, it will only take three or two years for the Mongolian cavalry to completely destroy Xixia.
Unexpectedly, as soon as the Mongolian army entered Xixia, the Jin army also moved in, with the number at most reaching 100,000.
Although the combat capabilities of the Jin and Xixia armies were somewhat different, in more than a year, less than 100,000 Mongolian cavalry defeated the 250,000 Xia and Jin coalition forces, abandoning their helmets and armor, and retreated one after another.
The Mongolian army also occupied the northern part of Xixia and a large area of land in the west, at the cost of nearly 20,000 Mongolian warriors.
The actions of the Jin people completely angered Genghis Khan.
Only after the spring of this year did we temporarily maintain the status quo of Xixia and let Mu Huali deploy his army to attack the Jin Kingdom across the board.
Fighting on two fronts is a taboo for military strategists, not to mention that Temmu always felt that Mongolia was not sufficiently prepared.
Now I see this cavalry that seems to be from the Song Dynasty appearing here again. It is more likely that it is a subordinate of Guo Mo, the "King of Yan" who has become famous in the past two years.
How can you make Brother Tiemu feel so relaxed?
Facing Xixia and Jin at the same time, it was already a bit difficult to fight. What if the Song Dynasty joins in again?
"Subotai, please order someone to report the situation here to Genghis Khan in detail, and send these swords to the Great Khan as well."
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"Second Senior Brother, the brothers of the escort led by Chen Dutong are surrounded on the mountain in front. The Mongolian army has seven or eight thousand troops. I see that there are more than two hundred brothers on the mountain at most."
Feng Ge's words became lower and lower as he spoke. After all, these three hundred horse thieves were also from King Yan's escort team. He knew better that Chen Xuanfeng left Luoyang with five hundred escort troops.
In addition to those sent out to perform tasks, at least 400 more people are needed. Now it seems that more than 100 people have been lost.
"They must have been besieged for a day. I saw Chen Dutong personally attacking the Mongolian camp every few hours, killing and wounding hundreds of Mongolian soldiers every time."
"However, after two or three times, the Mongols became more alert and did not let him get close at all. He was directly shot back by the Mongolian arrows."
Guo Mo didn't speak. While listening to Feng Ge's report, he was thinking about how to rescue the people on the mountain.
This time is different from the last time we rescued people in the Taihang Mountains. Last time, there were only two thousand people on the other side, and they were still half men and half gold, and they were not under each other's control.
Now there are 8,000 Mongolian cavalry, and they are led by experienced people like Brother Temmu.
There were more than 200 escort soldiers on the mountain, and Feng Ge commanded more than 300 horse thieves at the foot of the mountain. He led the way, but he only brought more than 40 people over. The strength of the two sides was too different.
Guo Mo looked at the mountain in front of him from a distance. It was bare. Although the mountain was nameless, it was not necessarily high.
Guo Mo visually estimated that it should be at least several hundred feet tall.
The Mongolian army was surrounded in a semicircle. I wonder if it was because there was no way to escape on the other side of the mountain, or else why didn't the Mongolian troops divide their forces?
"Fourth, how many war horses can you spare in your horse thief camp?"
Guo Mo suddenly asked confusedly.
"For the convenience of movement, the horse thieves all have one person and two horses. During this period, many were captured. Now there are more than 600 free horses, which can be used as one person and three horses."
Speaking of war horses, Feng Ge was quite proud. Ever since he had one man and three horses, his horse thieves rarely suffered casualties when in action.
If you can't fight, you can run away, and you can run faster than others. Naturally, the safety of the soldiers is guaranteed.
"Select five hundred horses. Each war horse is tied with hay, rags, branches and other flammable materials. Try to collect as much fire oil as possible. Tonight we will have a fire horse to trample the enemy camp."
"Ah, Second Senior Brother, you want to sacrifice five hundred war horses?"
After listening to Guo Mo's words, Feng Ge certainly knew what this second senior brother wanted to do.
Those are five hundred war horses. The Song Dynasty has never had a place to produce horses, so they all purchased them from outside. In the past two years, although they have obtained some war horses from Xixia and Jin through special channels.
However, after all, these are five hundred war horses, and they can be equipped with King Yan's guard army. How can they be inferior war horses?
Five hundred horses were sacrificed at once, and Feng Ge's heart was bleeding with pain.
"You brat, which one is more important, the person or the horse? As long as the brothers are here, no matter how many and good horses you have, you can get them."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! When Guo Mo said this to Feng Ge, there were also many horse thieves brothers around him.
They were all guardsmen, and they heard with their own ears that His Highness the "King of Yan" sacrificed 500 horses without any pity in order to save the brothers of the guard who were surrounded on the mountain.
Everyone's eyes immediately became wet, and everyone bit their lips to prevent the tears from flowing down.
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"Chen Dutong, there are only two hundred and forty-four brothers in the escort army who are still alive. Thirteen of them were seriously injured and cannot participate in the fighting for the time being. We have also lost the bodies of sixty-seven brothers...
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Zhao Chengyu was beside Chen Xuanfeng and reported in a low voice.
"Vice General Zhao, please kill the two Mongolian horses I brought back so that everyone can eat and drink. We have to break out tonight."
"I went up to the top of this mountain to see it. It would be no problem if I went down from the back mountain by myself, but if I take everyone with me, I will definitely escape death."
"There is no food or water on the mountain. The longer we wait, the slimmer our chances will be. Eat a good meal and kill yourself at night."
Chen Xuanfeng said lightly, and finally showed an ugly smile from the corner of his mouth.
In the past two days, probably almost a thousand Mongolian soldiers died in his hands, right?
Even Chen Xuanfeng himself was a little numb from the killing, but every time he swung his saber, there was an inexplicable excitement in his body.
He likes to see his enemies beheaded, cut in half, and disemboweled...
It's not that he kills, but that he knows that every more Mongolian soldier he kills, his brother Paoze will have more hope of survival.
"But, Chen Dutong, if you don't have a war horse, what will you do when you break through? How about killing one, and everyone can just eat and drink."
Zhao Chengyu was a little hesitant. He knew the identity of his immediate boss. He was the senior brother of "Princess Yan", and in terms of martial arts, he was a senior in the martial arts world.
Now he even sacrificed his two horses for the sake of a meal for his brothers.
"You brat, even if you don't have a war horse, can you still catch me within thirty miles? Besides, when you kill the enemy, won't I grab another war horse?"
"Killing one horse is enough for who? Kill both horses and execute the order quickly."
This is the first time Chen Xuanfeng has cursed someone in the army. He knows that he has a bad temper. In order not to cause trouble to Guo Mo, he has been warning himself every day since he followed Guo Mo.
Although Zhao Chengyu was scolded, he felt warm in his heart and happily went to let others kill the horse.
There is a gentle stretch of land at the foot of this mountain. After rising more than ten feet, it suddenly becomes difficult to walk.
During the day, Brother Timu also sent people to try to attack twice, but failed.
If the other party rolls down some rocks casually, it can cause some damage to itself. But on such a big mountain, aren't there rocks everywhere?
When he sent people to carefully explore the surroundings, he realized that there was no other way to the mountain in front of him. He could only go down from the place where he went up the mountain, and there was no water source on the mountain.
Brother Tiemu was relieved. Why bother fighting with the other party? Just besiege them. It would last for three to five days at most. There would be no water source but death.
Of course, he was also prepared for the opponent to rush down from the mountain at any time, and he even ruthlessly built a stone wall at the camp near the mountain.
The stone wall is as high as one person. Even if the opponent really rushes down, they will not be able to cross this wall in a short time. Then the offensive and defensive momentum will change. Do you want to completely trap those hundreds of people on the mountain to death?
On the third day of the twelfth lunar month, there was wind but no moon.
There were eight or nine thousand troops from both sides within a radius of ten miles, but everything was quiet.
The second watch had passed, and without warning, light snow began to fall in the sky.
Fortunately, it was light snow, scattered here and there, and had been blown away by the wind before it had time to fall.
"Rong'er, you must follow me closely for a while, and you can't run around on your own. You can take this 'Red Sky Sword' and use it first. It's better to use in this situation than the 'Ziwei Soft Sword'. I have an iron gun."
That’s fine.”
Guo Mo didn't know how many times he had warned Huang Rong. Although he knew that she was now a top-level expert and even Chen Xuanfeng was no match for her, he still couldn't help but worry that she was in danger.
Huang Rong no longer refuted him. No matter what she said, Guo Mo was still like this endlessly, so she had no choice but to "enjoy" this nagging again.
"Second Senior Brother, it's almost midnight. Five hundred war horses have been prepared and are concentrated in the direction of the passage down the mountain, where the Mongolian army's main camp is located."
Feng Ge came in and reported.
"Fourth, after the five hundred fire horses charge into the camp, you lead your brothers to keep firing rockets outside and shoot the fleeing Mongolian troops at the same time."
"When the people on the mountain rush down, you can lead your brothers to respond. Pay attention to controlling casualties. You kid, be careful yourself."
Guo Mo is becoming more and more satisfied with the fourth junior brother in front of him. Compared with Lu Guanying or Chen Xuanfeng before him, Feng Ge is more familiar with military affairs.
Feng Ge cherishes the opportunity to be with his second senior brother and asks him for martial arts lessons whenever he has free time.
In view of Feng Ge's characteristics, Guo Mo passed on to him the "Easing the Muscles and Forging the Bones". Now Feng Ge's training in the "Seven Styles of the Desert" is only inferior to the master master, the fourth master and the seventh master.
He has surpassed the fifth master and the sixth master. Together with the second master and the third master, he has cultivated to the fifth level of "The Flying Goose Leaving a Sound". In the world, he can barely be regarded as a second-rate expert.
The Mongolian army's camp has all the necessary precautions at night, but it is more focused on the defense on the mountains.
Unexpectedly, at the third watch, the roar of war horses could be heard. Before everyone could figure out what was going on, war horses had already rushed into the camp.
The war horse is on fire, and it will struggle desperately before dying of pain.
The camp of seven or eight thousand people did not have much depth. The mad fire horses passed by with a single charge. The Mongolian camp was smashed to pieces, and some tents were also set on fire.
The Mongolian soldiers woke up in the middle of the night and hurriedly looked for their weapons and horses. Some of them were unlucky enough to be directly hit and killed by the flaming horses.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Originally, the damage caused was not too great as soon as we walked through it, but the Mongols happened to build a stone wall on the other side.
The fire horses ran under the stone wall and turned around. Some returned from the original route, and more went left and right. At this time, the entire Mongolian camp was baptized by the fire horses again.
During this process, some of the fire horses could no longer withstand it and fell to the ground dead.
The fire on his body did not go out, but the body of the war horse burned even more intensely.
There are no rules for the fall of the fire horse. Some fell in the open space, some fell in the tent, some fell in the horse pen, and some fell in the baggage camp.
The entire Mongolian camp was in chaos, and they didn't know where to go to put out the fire.
Feng Ge's troops, who were guarding the outside, began to fire rockets continuously, which concentrated on the row of tents on the outside, like setting up a fire defense line for the Mongols.
"Brother Temmu Khan, something bad happened, someone came to rob the camp——"
Cha'er rushed into Brother Temmu's camp and had people bring Brother Temmu's war horse over, waiting outside the camp.
"Who came to rob the camp?"
There was such a big commotion outside, Brother Temu had already woken up. As the commander of an army, he still needs to be calm.
"Brother Temmu Khan, the general... The general doesn't know, but he saw many burning war horses rushing into the camp, and there were people outside who kept setting off rockets. Now the whole camp is in chaos.
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Cha'er didn't care about anything else. He signaled to two soldiers to help Tiemu brother up and walked out.
"Let go of Ben Khan and I will leave on my own."
Brother Tiemu pushed away the two soldiers, reached out and took off his scimitar, and came outside the tent.
"Mongolian warriors, don't worry about those camps, kill those fire horses, and gather the whole army——"
Brother Timu had just finished issuing the order when he heard someone shouting not far away.
"Is this Tammu Khan from the desert?"
"We haven't seen you for a few years. How are you? Now that you're here, let's stay here forever——"