Wang Xian and the others fled hundreds of miles in the rain. Just when they wanted to take a breath, they realized that the Tatar army was chasing them.
"You're so damn fast," Wang Xian cursed, and had no choice but to lead the remaining three hundred warriors to continue running. Fortunately, when the large army left, enough horses were left for them. They rode three horses each and took turns to change horses. Finally, they finally
Don't worry about horsepower anymore.
Wang Xian led his soldiers to flee to the southwest. After a day of running for more than 200 miles, they were exhausted, trapped and out of horses. The fooled Tatar army was still chasing after them like maggots on their tarsus.
"What the hell, what happened?" During a short break, Wang Xianyi frowned. He really couldn't figure it out. Supposedly, the other party should have discovered that they were just a team of several hundred people and should go after Mahamu.
It's right to have a large force, so why are you clinging to them and not letting them go?
Little did they know that the Tatar army hated these Wala scouts who were playing tricks on them. In addition, Abdu, who led the vanguard, was stubborn. Even if he knew that they were a small force, he still pursued them and wanted to catch them no matter what.
Let them vent their anger.
I can't get rid of these flies anymore, what should I do now? On the battlefield, you need to make decisions against the clock, otherwise the consequences will be disastrous.
Wang Xian looked at the Borzigit warriors around him. They were all looking at him with big eyes and small eyes. He couldn't help but blame: "Why are you all talking about what to do?"
The Borzigit warriors just laughed because they didn't understand what he was talking about.
"Smile, smile, laugh," Wang Xian said angrily: "I'm already desperate, but I'm still laughing."
"Sir, don't be angry," Delem said with a grin: "The moment our brothers stayed, they made plans to sacrifice for the people. But we never expected that, with your dignity, you would actually live and die with us, which makes us extremely sad.
I am so moved that I cannot repay you, but we are all willing to work together to fight for a way out for you."
"What do you mean?" Wang Xian was stunned.
"Sir, I'm sorry." Delemu waved his hand, and two soldiers immediately came forward and tied him up.
"Let me go, what do you want?" Although there are two explanations for their behavior, over the past few days, Wang Xian has deeply realized that these are a group of loyal and brave men. So he does not think that they will
After betraying myself, I somewhat understood their intentions.
The Borzigit warriors helped him sit on the horse, and Delemu said to the twenty selected warriors: "You protect the Lord as he goes south. The Lord is our Borzigit's great benefactor, and you are all dead."
Now, I can’t let the adults get into trouble.”
"Yes" the twenty warriors responded in unison, speaking in Mongolian of course, but the determination on their faces was clearly visible.
"You bastard, let me go quickly." Seeing that he guessed correctly, Wang Xian became anxious and cursed: "I have never been a deserter in my life."
"Sir, you are not a deserter. You have saved too many people, including our Borzigit tribe." Delat's Chinese was very stiff, but full of emotion: "Now the Tatars are hot on their heels.
You can't escape if you just run away, so we fought with the Tatars at the mouth of the duck mouth to cover your escape."
"Fuck your mother's bitch," Wang Xian scolded, "Sacrificing three hundred people for me alone, what a stupid idea you have."
"This account is not confusing. Although I am not half as smart as your Excellency, I know that the lives of five hundred of us combined are not as valuable as yours alone." Delehmu said seriously: "You can return to the Central Plains alive, even if you look at it
Our face will also be taken care of by our Borzigit tribe. With your care, our tribe can survive on the land of Ming Dynasty."
"..." Wang Xian burst into tears. Wang Xian was speechless and looked up at the sky, his eyes filled with tears.
"There is no time to say more, sir, you must leave quickly." Delemu grabbed Wang Xian's arm tightly and said loudly: "Sir, please promise us not to hurt us again. Please treat her well. We will give her
You kowtow." As he said, three hundred people all knelt down.
Wang Xian nodded heavily, tears streaming down his cheeks...
"Let's go." Delemu slapped the back of the big red horse hard. The horse was in pain and rushed out with Wang Xian. The twenty selected guards looked deeply at the clansmen who stayed behind and followed Wang Xian away.
"Line up and block." As soon as Wang Xian and others left, Delemu shouted loudly: "Let them see that we men of the Borzigit tribe are the real warriors."
From the north, a large group of Tatar cavalry charged...
Fighting against the Tatar pursuers with three hundred men was like using a mantis as a chariot. In just half an hour, the three hundred warriors were killed by ten times the enemy force. The seriously injured Delem was brought to Abdu and glanced at him.
This bloody man, Abdul said coldly: "Tell me, which tribe are you from?"
"Borzigit..." Delemu whispered.
"He's from Taliba." Abdul said, "Where is he now?"
"Ximian." Delemu said.
"Then why did you run south?" Abdul asked.
"In order to get rid of you..." Delemu answered every question.
"How many others ran away?"
"Gone……"
"Lie" Abdu snorted, and his men stepped on Delehmu's thigh with visible bone injuries. The pain made his face turn pale and he was sweating profusely, but he gritted his teeth and remained silent.
"He is quite a man." Abdul said coldly, "I can spare your life if you tell the truth."
"Bah..." What he answered was a mouthful of bloody phlegm. Although they all had the intention of death, Delemu watched his brothers fall one by one and still wanted to bite his bones.
Ab didn't even try to avoid him, but he spat in his face. He became so angry that he drew his sword and chopped off his head. But when he saw that his eyes were still round and glaring at him, Ab was so frightened that he kicked the bloody man.
Kicked in the head
"Taiji, let's withdraw our troops." After Abdu finished speaking, the person next to him whispered: "The grand master meant for us to move westward, and now we are already two hundred miles south."
"Someone still ran away..." Abdu looked at the horse hoof prints on the ground and said with a sullen face.
"Looking at it like this, there are no more than twenty riders at most," his subordinate advised: "It's not worth pursuing."
"Well..." Abdu nodded. After the killing just now, his anger had almost been vented. Thinking that business was more important, he left a team of 100 people to go south to continue the search. He led a large force to the northwest. He had to
Make up for the lost time quickly.
Although the centurions left behind were Abdu's personal troops, their number was too small. On this vast prairie, there was almost no motivation to track them for fear of encountering enemy reinforcements or hostile tribes.
After a symbolic pursuit of more than a hundred miles, we returned.
So from this point of view, the significance of Delem's sacrifice is not that they blocked the pursuers for how long, but that they used their sacrifices to make the Tatars lose their target. Abdu could have saved hundreds of enemy troops.
He pursued them relentlessly, but he had no interest in the fish that slipped through the net, let alone his men.
Besides, those fish that slipped through the net went south, and were simply put into a big net that had been waiting for a long time, and they just fell into the trap...
At this moment, those few fish that had slipped through the net were walking alone on the boundless prairie. The grassland was so big that these twenty or so riders were like a few sesame seeds on sesame seed cakes, so small and subtle...
Wang Xian was tightly guarded by twenty guards. His ties had been loosened, but it would be useless to go back now. It would only make Delemu's sacrifices go to waste. So Wang Xian and the others' only choice now is to go south.
, south quickly south
Wang Xian rode on the horse and let the horse gallop, but he never calmed down. Although he knew that kindness should not control the army, he thought that his life was bought with the sacrifice of hundreds of people. He
His heart was extremely heavy. Perhaps this was a normal thing for people of this era, but for Wang Xian, it was a heavy blow. He had always felt that he was no nobler than others, but the Borzigit warriors would rather sacrifice three
Hundreds of people had to escape in his place, which made him immersed in pain and unable to extricate himself.
Fortunately, the Tatars really lost interest in pursuing. Wang Xian and the others walked cautiously for several days and still did not see the pursuers. Then they felt relieved and hurried towards the Hanhai Corridor.
They were lightly equipped and had enough horses to replace them. After just two days of non-stop work, they arrived at the edge of the Mobei grassland. Looking to the north, they could see the endless green grassland, while to the south was the vast desert with thousands of miles of yellow sand. The yellow and green colors were distinct, and the contrast between them was clear.
It was natural to overdo it. This rare beauty did not please Wang Xian, because he got a bad news... The large army that set off a few days earlier than them was actually wandering at the entrance of the Hanhai Corridor, and it has not yet arrived.
Go in.
This made Wang Xian furious. Baoyin, this woman, is too emotional.
When he hurried to the camp under the leadership of the messenger, he saw Baoyin coming out with a face full of joy.
"Why are you holding back?" Wang Xian scolded with a dark face: "We are working hard to gain time, and we are not letting you, the eldest lady, be emotional."
Baoyin was stunned, not knowing what he meant. "What's so emotional?"
"Isn't it because you are waiting for me?" Wang Xian said with an expression on his face: "Although I am very touched, this is too ridiculous."
"No." Baoyin said very crisply this time: "Tatar troops are stationed in Guangwu Town, should we fly there?
"Uh" It turned out that he was being sentimental. Wang Xian was quite embarrassed and said: "That's it."
"We are all fools. We can't get through it without your guidance, so we have to wait for you to come. Now are you satisfied?" Baoyin has grown so big that no one has said a harsh word to her before she met Wang Xian.
Only this guy always looked at her and cursed her. But she couldn't let him go more and more. She just didn't want to go into the desert until he came back. She wanted to give him her whole heart, but he couldn't.
Throwing it to the ground and stepping on it frustrated the proud Mongolian princess.
Finally, when Baoyin came back to her senses, her worries and grievances turned into rolling tears, sliding down her white cheeks...