"What are you going to do!?? Where are my guards!!?? Who let you in! Are you planning to rebel!!?"
"What are you talking about? I can't understand Waro language!!"
"Click——!"
The camp of the supervisory army was completely quiet, and a Mongolian man walked out quickly with a bloody human head in his hand...
At the same time, outside the main Mongolian camp, Mengli Kechaertu had already mounted his war horse and walked in front of the soldiers who were ready for battle. This group of Mongolian warriors was obviously well prepared.
The sword was carried, the bow was carried on the back, the torch was held up, and even the war horse was tied with saliva and wrapped around the horse's hooves.
This is a nation that has been immersed in war since childhood. Their souls are forged with iron and blood! Although their access to knowledge and learning is very limited, when it comes to the relationship between life and death
With their knowledge and skills, they are all the best among people! Born warriors!
Monlik is standing in front of such a group of people at this moment, so mobilization before the war? Does not exist! He only needs to issue orders!
So, with an old and hoarse voice, he shouted to them at the top of his lungs: "Now! The brothers from the left and right battalions have set off! They will tear a hole from the enemy's sentry camp! Let us go straight
Drive the main camp of Varro! No need to say anything unnecessary! Warriors——!!!Revenge!!Avenge the shame!!Kill all the Varro dogs——!!!”
"kill--!!!!"
"kill--!!!!"
"kill--!!!!"
Following the roar of the crowd, Mengli Kechaertu drew out the Mongolian scimitar from his waist, turned his horse's head, and rushed out first. The 20,000 Mongolian cavalry behind him did not hesitate at all and chased after him.
, protecting their coach in the middle...
On the other side, in Varro's outpost camp, many of Varro's soldiers were awakened by the shaking of the earth. They rubbed their eyes, stood up, and started talking to each other.
Enemy attack?
But where did the enemy come from? Behind it is the border of Varo, and this camp is the farthest one from Dihua City. Unless the opponent conquers Karamay first, how can the opponent survive this thousands of miles of Gobi?
Is it an earth-turning dragon??
While they were all busy discussing, a group of hurried footsteps passed by outside their tent. Some curious Varro soldiers stuck their heads out of the tent, but they did not dare to go out of the tent due to military regulations, so they looked at their backs.
, everyone guessed that the one who ran over should be a messenger.
Sure enough, a moment later, the ringing of bells, the sound of gold striking, and shouts all merged into one! This was an emergency assembly order!
This group of soldiers no longer hesitated and began to organize their armor and scimitars, but at this moment...
The Mongolian vanguard troops outside the camp have already rushed outside the camp! The torches they held tightly turned into tumbling fire snakes and were thrown into the camp! On the dry Gobi Desert, fur and linen were used to build the camp.
The tent immediately caught fire, and the fire spread quickly through the camp with the help of the wind!
Under the leadership of the vanguard, this group of Mongolian cavalry turned sharply along the fence of the camp. Without any instructions from the general, these soldiers had already taken off the bows on their backs and set up their bows towards the Varro camp.
Shoot! Countless arrows turned into raindrops and fell into the sea of fire one after another!
Screams, curses, and wailings immediately became loud. However, as more and more Mongolian cavalry arrived outside the camp, the torches and arrows would only increase! This vanguard of more than 10,000 people
Just like this, they were running around the perimeter of the entire outpost camp, throwing torches, setting up their bows and shooting arrows. Countless Varro soldiers didn't even have time to put on their armor, and they died in the random arrows!
Not far to the north of this chaotic scene, this indiscriminate massacre was also taking place in another Varro outpost camp, until they saw a large group of people led by the coach's flag, coming from the gap between the two camps.
As the Gobi Desert passed by, the two vanguards immediately turned their horses and led the team in pursuit. One on the left and one on the right, they protected the two flanks of the main force!
The front is the main business of Fuhai!!
Several flag bearers at the forefront of the cavalry flattened the long flags in their hands. At the end of the flagpole was a steel fork made of iron, and this steel fork was designed to deal with the horses!
The five leading flag-bearers adjusted their speed in turn, keeping themselves in the same straight line as the other flag-bearers around them, and rushed to the gate of the main camp. With the impact of the horses and the powerful force of the five people,
With his arm strength, he instantly lifted up the Juma lying in the middle and swung it to the right! The Juma immediately flew to the side, opening a wide passage for the army behind him.
And among these five flag-bearers, three of them have already lost their hands on the flagpole...if...that can still be called a hand...
They were probably the ones who first thrust the steel fork into the horse. Under the powerful impact and reaction force of the war horse, the arms of the three of them had been bent strangely, and some were even weak as the horse's back jolted.
The swing...
So the three of them looked at the other two and smiled, then clamped the horse's belly with their strong legs, drove the horse, and directly hit the several resisting horses lying horizontally in the middle of the camp, making the final charge with their lives!
The other two flag bearers did not hesitate at all. They raised the battle flags in their hands and led the large troops to continue marching towards the camp!
This is their character...
A tough Mongolian man...
No wonder they once established a huge empire that was three times larger than the Rakshasa Kingdom!
It depends on the strong iron will of the Mongolians integrated into their blood!!
And the Varro people, without the slightest preparation, encountered a surprise attack by such a team, and the result was conceivable!!
Scimitars! Torches! Arrows! The weak and chaotic resistance of this group of Varro soldiers was instantly destroyed! And the guard of Fuhai, seeing that the situation was over, made a quick and extremely correct order while mounting his horse.
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"Retreat——!!! Gather the remaining troops!! Retreat to Karamay——!!!"
This decision was an extremely frustrating and cowardly one, but at the same time, the general who gave the order also knew in his heart that 20,000 vs. 50,000! This was despite the opponent taking the lead and losing more than half!
He had no other choice...
Soon, a group of deputy generals, with the cooperation of the messengers, drove their horses to gather the soldiers in the other two camps that had not been affected by the war. They assembled as quickly as possible, mounted their horses, ran out of the camp, and caught up with the general.
The team galloped towards Karamay...
And most of the Varro soldiers didn't even have time to carry armor or weapons...
At this time, Principal Xingtian, who had been watching the show in the air, methodically raised a wooden board to block the flames of the burner...
"Three short...two long...this is the retreat command! Pass it on!"
"It's time to go back! We've almost finished eating, and there are only two cans of glycerin left. If we stay here for two more days, I'm afraid I won't be able to go back even if I want to~" Another soldier complained while
He also raised the wooden board in his hand, rhythmically covering the flames of the burner...
