Volume 1: Looking Northwest, Shooting the Sirius Chapter 55: Fierce Part 1
Early the next morning, Chai Man'er went to the market to buy bedding with a bunch of big bags. Although it was almost summer, the nights in the northwest were still cold.
Chai Tiannuo, accompanied by the commander, went to meet the soldiers of his own group.
"The battalion leader said that although you are the corps commander, you enjoy the treatment of President Qian. You take orders directly from him. If you have any questions, you can just go to him."
After saying that Chief Lao Shi left, Chai Tiannuo looked at the four people standing in front of him, feeling a little excited in his heart. To be honest, this was his first time leading a team, and he felt pretty good in his heart.
The four pawns on the opposite side were also secretly sizing up their new captain.
I heard rumors early in the morning that the new corps commander was a Wu scholar from the capital. He was definitely a big shot in the remote area of Tumubao.
They were even more shocked when they heard what Chief Lao Shi said. They had never heard of a corps leader enjoying the treatment of Mr. Qian.
"Say your name and tell me about yourself, so that someone can get to know you better."
The corps leader had orders, so several people quickly introduced their identities.
The oldest one is already in his forties and has been in the army for twenty-five years. His name is Old Immortal.
"I want to know your real name, not your nickname."
Chaitino frowned and grinned like an immortal:
"Captain, I am an orphan. When I was a child, I was called a dog. When I was young, I was called an animal. When I am old, I was called an old man. This is my name. It is just a title."
Patting the old man on the shoulder, Chai Tiannuo nodded gently. Being able to see through the hardships in life is actually a blessing.
They are a pair of twin brothers who are stout and about 20 years old. They are from Tatars in Guan Nei, but their parents have settled in Tumubao for a long time. They speak Mandarin extremely fluently.
Their family all changed their surname from Hua to Luo, and people they knew well called them Da Luo and Xiao Luo.
The last thin man was named Wang Dashan. He was born in the frontier army and joined his father's class. People in the A and 3rd Battalions called him Xiaoyaozi.
After a brief introduction, the five people mounted their horses and left the city, marching forward on the desolate land.
"Commander, we usually patrol along the river in front of us, going left to the top of the mountain and right to the alkali pond, a round trip of about sixty miles."
Lao Immortal has been patrolling the border for many years and is very familiar with this territory. The five war horses running with small steps gave Chai Tiannuo a feeling of traveling.
"Are we patrolling the border to be wary of the grassland royal court?"
"Not really."
The old man shook his head and explained with a smile:
"The royal cavalry rarely appears in this area. If it does come, the bridges and fortresses that come out will be able to spot it immediately. With the smoke, they can be seen clearly from dozens of miles away."
"We are patrolling the border to guard against those ordinary steppe Tatars. They have few people and small targets. Even if the bridge fortress finds them, they will ignore them. However, these guys are very wild. A few or two people will dare to cross the border to kill people and use weapons."
"To the people in the northwest, these wandering guys are far more dangerous than the well-behaved royal cavalry."
So that’s it. Chaitino nodded slightly and asked curiously:
"Have any steppe Tatars crossed the border this year?"
"...Yes, quite a few times."
Big Luo and Xiao Luo were silent, and the old man smiled bitterly and said:
"We had an encounter half a month ago. There was a fight, and the captain and Da Da died. The scene was too tragic."
"However, we are pretty good. Some of the Wush patrolling the border were directly killed by the group."
"There is no other way. The steppe Tatars have caused a white disaster. If they want to survive, they have no choice but to come here to thresh grass and grain."
"They come to Dahua to seek subsidies when they are hit by a disaster. How can this make sense!"
Chai Tiannuo snorted coldly. In his opinion, the grassland Tatars and the bandits are both of the same virtue, and they are both extremely bastards!
"Actually, what I'm most afraid of encountering are those royal elites disguised as ordinary prairie Tatars."
Da Luo interrupted, sighing as he spoke:
"What we encountered last time should be that the kung fu skills in those guys' hands were really terrifying. If it weren't for the captain and Da Dao to break up the rear, our two brothers and the old immortal would probably have been left there."
"When reinforcements were called, those bastards didn't even leave. Twelve or thirteen people dared to confront fifty of us!"
"If they hadn't been killed by the God's Arm Crossbow, they wouldn't have let them go."
Chai Tiannuo frowned. More than ten people could resist four times the frontier army. The combat power of the elite of the grassland royal court should not be underestimated.
"Old immortal, this river is full of water vapor, why don't you see anyone farming it?"
After walking along the river bank for a long time without seeing a single person, Chaitino asked curiously that in the northwest, water was a sign of abundance.
"There were originally a lot of people. Before the Royal Court of the Grassland entered the pass, there were crops everywhere on both sides of the two boundary rivers, and settlements were densely packed."
"Almost no one dares to plant it now. Those grassland Tatars who appear from time to time are ruthless. They discovered that it is not only a matter of food being robbed, but also people may become slaves."
"Yes, my family originally opened a piece of land on the shore and planted some sweet melons, thinking that we could sell them for some money when they grow. However, those bastards discovered them and trampled them all to pieces!"
"My father was hit by an arrow in his leg. If he hadn't run fast, he wouldn't have been able to save his life."
Ronaldinho interrupted, with a hateful expression on his face.
The more Chai Tiannuo listened, the more uncomfortable he became. The land of Great China has become a place where barbarians roam, and the people of Great China are allowed to be bullied by them. This is the greatest shame for a soldier!
"Captain, look far away!"
The little jacket who had never interrupted suddenly shouted. Chai Tiannuo raised his eyes and found that there were twenty or thirty people huddled together on the shore in the distance, some on horseback and some on foot. Something was wrong at first sight!
"Go over and have a look!"
Chaitino immediately wanted to charge forward, but the old man grabbed the reins.
"Commander, you can't go. It's the steppe Tatars who are taking people captive. Their number is more than twice that of us. If you go there, you will die!"
The old man hurriedly tried to dissuade him, but Chai Tiannuo's face suddenly turned cold:
"Then watch them kidnap people?"
"Let's go back and call for help. Those people who were arrested can only walk. As long as they go fast enough, they won't be able to run far!"
"The method is good, but as a soldier, I have to watch the enemy invaders kidnap my people. I can't do it, so don't do it!"
Shaking off the old immortal's arm, Chai Tiannuo clamped the horse's belly, and the Rouge Rabbit rushed out with an astonishing speed, like a sharp arrow!
"Too impulsive, too impulsive!"
The old man punched his hands hard. What he was most afraid of was that the new corps commander was young and impatient. He was really afraid of whatever he wanted.
"The corps commander is right. If he can't protect the people, is he worthy of being called a soldier?"
After saying that, Da Luo also rode out and rushed out, followed closely by Xiao Luo and Xiao Jiaozi.
The old man was stunned for a moment, then shook his head helplessly, took off the spear from the victory hook, and rushed out with a clamp on the horse's belly.
"That's all, if you are over forty, you will die if you die!"
The distance between the two sides was approaching rapidly, and the scene ahead was clear. Thirteen Tatars were riding, and nearly twenty women and children were tied up with ropes, preparing to cross the river.
