The ten thousand mine slaves who survived were all strong men. Seeing the strength of these people, Wu San narrowed his eyes and looked at Zhao Dongyang who ran over for a moment, then quickly adjusted his subsequent tactics and said: "Brother Zhao.
Well done, why don't you let your people collect the Tuyuhun people's horses, weapons, and armor, and arm them quickly. I estimate that the main force of the Tuyuhun people will arrive soon."
Zhao Dongyang took a deep look at Wu San, nodded, and waved to call a few people. The 10,000 mining slaves quickly began to collect war horses, weapons, and armor. Han people accounted for 60% of the 10,000 mining slaves. Originally, the Han people
They are the border residents of the Sui Dynasty, and the remaining 40% are from all ethnic groups, especially the Tubos, Qiang, and Turks. They have long been accustomed to riding horses. Although they have not received cavalry training, they look good wearing armor and holding weapons.
It was a ragtag crowd, but these people never said a word and looked indifferent, which made Wu San feel an inexplicable chill in his heart.
While Wu San was looking at the mining slaves, Zhao Dongyang was also secretly observing the two thousand skeleton army. After careful observation, he found that although most of them were Han people, there were also one-fifth of other ethnic groups, so he was determined and took one last look.
The skull-headed flag behind Wu San said: "If I guess correctly, your entourage should be the men under the command of the Horse Thief King of the Western Regions, Sha Qian Mo."
Wu San looked indifferent and said: "Why do you make such a judgment?"
Zhao Dongyang said with a smile: "Because among the horse thieves in the Western Regions, there is no other force that is so powerful except the nine horse thieves under the command of the King of Horse Thieves in the Western Regions, Sha Qianmo."
Wu San said proudly: "I don't care who you are. Since you know the name of our king, you'd better not play any tricks. After today's cooperation, you can leave with your war horses and some food and grass, but this place will
It is my king’s stronghold.”
A trace of extremely obscure cruelty flashed in Zhao Dongyang's eyes, and the smile on his face was still extremely gentle: "You have saved our lives, and we will never do anything to retaliate. After killing all the main forces of Tuyuhun, I will
I will take people away."
"In that case, let's discuss how to deal with the seven thousand Tuyuhun army." Wu San's face was cold, and his words were also firm.
Zhao Dongyang didn't care about Wu San's attitude, and the smile on his face was always as bright and warm as the sun: "I sent some people to pretend to be blocked by them, and then fled in all directions to disperse their forces, making them think that we had escaped and let them lower their guard.
Heart. And the main force on our side is hiding in the iron mines. You hide in their military camps and give them a surprise. What do you think?"
Wu San secretly praised in his heart, he had to say that the strategy mentioned by Zhao Dongyang was a clever one, and it was also the last strategy they could think of at the moment.
After pondering for a while, he felt that there was no problem, and he could not think of a better way to fight. Wu San nodded coldly and said: "Yes, this is the method. But first, we must kill or drive away the tens of thousands of Tuyuhun people here."
Go to the ruined city, otherwise our whereabouts will be exposed by them."
Zhao Dongyang said with a smile: "What's the difficulty? Although there are many people in Tuyuhun here, they are all women, children, old and young. I will send people to drive them into the ruined city and just watch."
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After half a day, the main force of 7,000 Tuyuhun finally came back. From a distance, they saw more than 1,000 mining slaves riding horses, donkeys, camels, and carriages leaving Golmud with all kinds of property.
The mine slaves who were left at the end were still searching for the dead Tyuhun people and some businessmen.
The leader of these 7,000 people was Mazhaha, the younger brother of King Bailan. When he saw this, he was furious and led his men to roar and charge. The more than 1,000 mine slaves immediately fled in all directions according to the previous allocation. Mazhaha did not hesitate.
So he sent out two thousand people to disperse and chase these people. But he led five thousand people to the military camp with livid faces. In the past two days, he had been chasing the damn Sui army, but he failed to catch up with him.
The old nest was raided.
Seeing the corpses of the soldiers scattered in the military camp, Mazhaha was almost dead with anger and ordered: "See if anyone is still alive, and then send people to find people from each tribe and ask them what happened here.
We also took some people to check out the mines to see if those damn mine slaves are still there, and if so, kill them all."
After giving the order, a thousand men went to the iron mines, and a thousand men scattered to various tribes to look for the people of Tuyuhun. Mazhaha led the remaining three thousand men into the military camp with a gloomy face, and scattered in search of survivors and clues.
At this moment, a hail of arrows suddenly flew out of the cowhide tents in the military camp, killing a large number of the unsuspecting Tuyuhun people. They were also shocked. After the rain of arrows, many cowhide tents in the military camp suddenly tore apart.
It cracked open, and heavily armed cavalry rushed out from inside. They gathered together at extremely fast speeds and charged towards them. At this time, the Tuyuhun people scattered in all directions, and many people even got off their horses.
"There's an ambush, mount your horse and fight!" Mazaha roared loudly and at the same time, he led the five hundred soldiers who had not dismounted and gathered together to rush forward without hesitation. He wanted to buy time for the others to disperse.
The men mounted their horses, gathered, and then counterattacked. He saw that the number of enemies did not exceed two thousand, and as long as they withstood the first round, they would kill the enemies.
However, at this time, the fighting and screams coming from the direction of the iron mine made Mazaha's heart sink. What made him angry was that after the enemies gathered together, they did not rush towards him, or they deliberately avoided him.
Instead, he rushed towards other soldiers who were hurriedly looking for horses and had not yet gathered to form a battle formation.
"Hurry up and mount the horse, hurry up and fight!" Mazaha immediately understood the enemy's purpose, and couldn't help but burst into tears, shouting at the top of his lungs.
After the cavalry gathered together, they rushed straight from the center of the military camp to his left, moving as fast as the wind, crushing any obstacles along the way.
Although the armors are of various kinds, the formation is quite neat, and each person's body is tightly wrapped in leather armor. The mounts under each person's crotch are almost the same height, and they are walking firmly, carrying a
A broad-faced shield and a long horizontal sword, like a comb, moved quickly in the military camp. All the Tuyuhun warriors who were touched by the "comb teeth" were all combed to pieces. Mazaha led the people to fight for their lives.
They chased, but they were always close, because they had traveled a day and a night before coming, their horsepower was no longer enough, and the opponent was so cunning.