"Then what do you think we should do?!" Shi Nigan covered his head that was swollen into a pig's head and glared at Alutai hatefully.
"How do I know..." Arutai cursed and turned to look at the Ming army that was approaching quickly in the distance. He had suffered a lifetime of defeats under Zhu Di, and his ability to escape at the wind was the best in the world. The key ability was to look at the wind.
Seeing the yellow clouds stretching for several miles, one knew that the main force of the Ming army was coming, with no less than 80,000 cavalry, otherwise there would not have been such a big movement.
It is said that after watching for the wind, he would flee, but in the king's city, there were more than 40,000 to 50,000 people including his servant army and his Tatar descendants. This was most of his capital. How could he just throw away all of them?
Taking them away, however, is absolutely impossible... Not to mention, how could those guys who were robbing red eyes obey the command and withdraw immediately? How could the defenders in the city allow them to withdraw smoothly?
Just talking about the 40,000 to 50,000 troops trapped in every corner of the city, even if they wanted to withdraw from the city and then mount their horses and escape, they would not be able to do it in half a day.
At this moment, the Ming army is already within twenty miles, and they will kill them in half an hour at most!
What's more terrible is that the order to withdraw troops cannot be issued at will. In the age of cold weapons, morale is everything. Once the order is given to withdraw troops, morale will inevitably plummet, and the situation may even evolve into a major rout like the former Qin army in the Battle of Feishui.
But for Arutai, who is good at various retreat postures, this is not a problem. After thinking about it carefully, he has a plan in mind, but there are some blames that he cannot bear. Looking at those Tatar nobles,
Arutai kicked the ball back and said, "Do you think we should fight or leave?"
"Go! Of course, leave quickly!" Those Tatar nobles whose troops were outside the city insisted on retreating immediately.
"Fight! Fight with them!" The Tatar nobles, whose entire tribe was trapped in the city, insisted on letting the troops outside the city resist so they could have time to withdraw their troops.
"Fart, look at the smoke and dust. The entire Ming army must be coming, no less than a hundred thousand cavalry! How can we fight with them?!" The Tatar nobles who were about to leave were anxious.
"I think you are scared out of your wits. If the Ming army has so many troops, they don't have to wait until today!" The Tatar nobleman who was leading the battle jumped to his feet and said: "I think they are bluffing. If you don't believe me, I will lead the troops to meet them."
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"Where did you get the soldiers? Those outside the city are all our people!" The Tatar nobles who were about to leave also jumped away.
Seeing the smoke and dust getting closer and closer, the two groups just focused on arguing and turned into a pot of porridge. Arutai stopped with a face full of impatience: "Shut the hell up, if you continue to argue, you will be picked up by others!"
As soon as everyone heard the Grand Master's words, those who were smart understood the subtext. This was clearly an attempt to dodge someone...
"Aren't you just arguing for your own tribe?" Arutai looked at the two groups of nobles coldly and revealed the secret.
The two groups of nobles nodded in conversation, and the group in charge said with a grimace: "Grand Master, our people are ordered to fight in a bloody battle, you can't just ignore it!" Obviously, they also understand Arutai's nature, and they are afraid that
He fled regardless of his own people.
"Look at the situation in the city." Arutai said calmly: "Is it realistic to evacuate everyone in a short period of time?"
The nobleman in charge of the battle looked at the out-of-control chaos in the city, and then looked at the smoke and dust getting closer and closer outside the city, and said dejectedly: "It's unrealistic..."
"Then, what else is there to say?" The fleeing nobles now had the upper hand and shouted, "Why should our people be buried with you?!"
"Grand Master, please give me some time and withdraw as much as you can..." the nobles who were leading the battle begged.
"I will give you two sticks of incense, and then everyone will settle down with their destiny." Arutai finally came up with the plan he had thought of for a long time. But he couldn't say this at the beginning, otherwise he would be notorious for abandoning his people.
Only by asking the fleeing noble to take the blame can the gap be loosened. In the future, if the two groups are at odds, he, as the Grand Master, will have a more secure position.
By the way, once he switched to escape mode, Arutai finally showed his style as a Tatar Grand Master...
Arutai finally relented and gave the troops in the city time to retreat. Those Tatar nobles who were subordinate to the city did not dare to bargain, so they quickly urged the soldiers to blow the horns and retreat.
"No." Arutai waved his hand and said coldly: "Do you want everyone to know that the Ming army has arrived?"
"The Grand Master is right, let's go down separately to convey the message." Those Tatar nobles were about to go down to the tower to greet their subordinates to retreat.
"You can't move." Arutai waved his hand, and the soldiers stopped everyone.
"Master, what do you mean?" The Tatar nobles looked at Arutai in confusion.
"You guys know nothing. When you retreat, you must of course listen to the Grand Master!" Those Tatar nobles whose clansmen were outside the city naturally said clearly: "When it comes to experience in this area, your combined experience is not as good as one of the Grand Master's fingers."
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"That's right..." When those Tatar nobles heard this, they immediately realized their mistakes and said shamefully: "We will be confused if we care, so naturally we will listen to the Grand Master."
Although Arutai likes to be praised, he always felt that the formula this time was not quite right. His old face as thick as a city wall turned red for a rare moment, and then he coughed and said with a sad face: "No matter what this time, we will all
There's a big price to pay." After a pause, he looked inside the city and said, "Since those servants are so willing to rob, let them rob as much as they want without disturbing them."
The Tatar nobles suddenly realized: "What the grand master means is, if we gather the people in this way, will the servant army hear the news?" They also understood that once the servant army also got the news, they would definitely run away faster than the Tatars.
People are fast, who will withstand the defenders' counterattack when the time comes?
"According to my order, in this attack on the city, all the servants have worked hard. They will end the rest of the battle. After the victory, they will plunder first. The Tatar tribes will leave the city immediately and no fighting is allowed." Arutai Zhizhu said: "
Those who do not obey orders will be killed without mercy."
The Tatar nobles were all dumbfounded. They didn't expect that the old master could come up with such a brilliant idea. He really lived up to his reputation as an expert in retreat.
Shi Niqian tried his best to hold up his swollen eyes and looked at the old father who he usually looked down on. He was secretly ashamed and said in his heart: 'The old man is really cunning. I still have a lot to learn...'.
Arutai's order quickly spread throughout the city, and Abu was furious after hearing the order. He punched the orderer and cursed: "Is my father confused? When did you let those cheap bastards eat our head soup?"
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The messenger covered his face and showed Alutai's sword.
Looking at the sharp sword, the corners of Abu'an's mouth twitched a few times, and he groaned like a deflated ball: "Here we go again..."
Some families are happy and others are sad. The direct descendants of the Tatar family are in pain, but those servants are just like celebrating the New Year. They never expected that the old master would have a day of great mercy, and they would also have their time to do good things!
"Brothers, we can't let down the old master!" When he saw with his own eyes that the Tatar soldiers retreated eastward in despair, the leader of the servant army excitedly threw down the iron pot on his back and the baggage in his hand, "Anyway, after the city is broken,
We grab all the good things first! Let's capture that Bao Yin Qiqi Ge and present it to the Grand Master!" After saying that, he wanted to find his scimitar, but found that he had thrown it away.
Because of the Tatar Grand Master's order, all the servants ended their robbery one after another and headed west! West!
They must be worthy of the Grand Master's trust! They must complete this final blow beautifully. After making great achievements, they will definitely be accepted by the Grand Master as their direct descendants!
The Tatar troops, who were originally angry, were even more depressed when they saw the servants swarming towards the west of the city. Many quick-thinking guys whispered to their companions: "We are stupid, we are full of troubles."
The world is full of treasures, you can’t go out empty-handed!”
"That's right, once those bastards sweep it over, there won't even be any lice left." The others were convinced.
"It's not too late for us to search for some valuables before we go out." The first speaker suggested.
"But the Grand Master has issued a strict order to evacuate immediately..." someone said worriedly.
"Silly, this is a battlefield. If you are blocked by the enemy, can you withdraw if you want?" the first speaker cursed.
"But, where are the enemy troops here?"
"There are always remnants, right? Look, there must be enemies hiding over there!" The first person to speak pointed at a large house and rushed in first. "Brothers, get in!"
The people next to him also understood, and shouted to the worried guy: "In this world, the bold will always be starved to death! The timid are starved to death! What the hell are you hesitating?!"
This group of Tatars rushed into a house and robbed it. The other Tatars suddenly realized that they could still play like this. They encountered the enemy one after another, and then they picked up the big house and rushed in to 'kill the enemy'...
On the top of the city, I saw that following the Grand Master's order, the servant army rushed towards the west of the city like a rising tide, while the Tatars retreated towards the east like an ebbing tide. The Tatar nobles admired Arutai and wished they could seal him.
As the 'God of Retreat'.
Arutai was painfully and happily enjoying the adulation from everyone. Suddenly, he saw that the Tatars, who had retreated in an orderly manner, were once again in chaos, and he immediately became distraught.
"These idiots," the nobles who had tribesmen in the city jumped to their feet and cursed: "How long has it been, they are still thinking about this thing, they are really giving up their lives rather than their wealth!"
"You will not live if you do something wrong." Arutai glanced at Abu Ji'an who had already withdrawn from the city, then turned around and walked down the tower and said, "Let's go."
The Tatar nobles gathered around Alutai and descended from the city wall, got on their horses, and prepared to start their thousand and first escape...
Arutai took a deep breath of the humid air unique to Hetao, and his expression became gloomy. He never expected that with such a big chance of winning this time, he would go back to the familiar old routine.
Although he is good at escaping, he really doesn't want to escape this time... (To be continued.)