Under the night, the flag was flying, Jamukha stood outside the camp gate, staring at the dark night sky. Although she was wearing thick fur clothes outside the leather armor, her face was still blushed by the biting cold wind, and she was in the desert for several months.

He also felt exhausted and exhausted when chasing the stubborn bandit led by Yun Zhao.

There are not many remaining bandits in this group of Eagle-billed Rock, but they have caused great losses to the meng tribe. They come without a trace, go without a trace, leave with one strike, without stopping, small tribes or logistics transportation without heavy troops escorts

If you accidentally hit them, there will be basically no hope of survival. Over the past few months, more than a dozen small tribes have been beaten to almost exterminate the clan, and the small-scale transportation team is even more terrible.

It was half a month ago, nearly ten

Ten thousand kilograms of grain were burned by them, and the grain was transported to the Anqing front line. The grain was burned, which forced the Barutu tribe, who was besieging Anqing, to stop the attack, which made Udda Da

In anger, in his strategic concept, he wanted to completely capture border cities such as Anqing, Lucheng, and Xiangshan before the New Year, and directly push the Meng tribe's front line to Tanzhou and Yizhou, but Anqing City did not take it.

Then he was unable to enter Yizhou.

Jamuka volunteered to lead his troops to attack Yun Zhao and his gang.

Yun Zhao is not easy to fight. This is not only because this person has outstanding kung fu and accurate archery skills. More importantly, during the past few months of contact, Jamuha discovered that this person is better than military use, and has made rapid progress, from the best

At the beginning, to the recent change of happiness, seeing a rookie with no combat command experience gradually matured in front of him, even under his own pressure, Jamuha really had all the feelings.

Yun Zhao is a shadow in his heart. Since Lucheng met, Jamuha had been defeated in this person, two times even his military flag was shot down by the other party, which made him feel proud.

The arrogant Jamuha couldn't stand it. If he didn't defeat this person, he wouldn't be able to pull out the thorn in his heart. This was the opportunity for Jamuha to give up his meritorious service on the front line, but instead led his troops to encircle the horse thief.

The reason.

This time, Jamuha led the three thousand cavalry of the Zarbuti tribe of the main unit. This was an elite soldier belonging to his family. Aslan understood his son's intentions and specially handed over the most elite tribe in the family to the family.

Even compared with the big tent soldiers, his army is not very nervous.

After several months of pursuit and several failures, Jamuha finally understood that the general strategy of dealing with such a cunning opponent was effective. He calmed down and formulated a long-term plan... slowly

The land forced the opponent step by step into the depths of the desert and forced the Agus River to the territory of the Zalbuti tribe. As long as they are forced there, the opponent's living space will be strangled to the greatest extent, and only the opponent needs to be forced to

Coming from the battlefield where he fought head-on, his opponent's pitiful force was simply unable to withstand his own attack.

"Young Master!" A general rushed over. "We have another team of cavalry whistle killed by the opponent, losing ten cavalrymen. Their bodies have been found dozens of miles away from us." Jamuha's eyes twitched and jumped.

"Have the location determined?" "It's confirmed. They are indeed moving towards the Argus River now, and they have no other way to go, so they can only be forced to move towards the cemetery prepared by the young master for them."

A smile appeared on his face, "Gaff, send more whistle riders on both wings to continuously put pressure on them, forcing them to speed up." "Yes! Young Master! The weather is too cold, Young Master, let's go back to the account to rest.

!” Gaff advised.

Jamuha nodded, “It’s better to be excited about Yun Zhao’s excitement, what does this cold mean? Now my whole body is full of passion. Gav, do you understand, Yun Zhao is the one I have encountered the most.

〖An excited opponent, if I can defeat him head-on, I would think this will be my glory...

Gav was a general who had just been transferred from Zarwuti's army to Jamuha's command. He didn't know the grudge between Jamuha and Yun Zhao, but through the past few months of battle, he also knew that the opponent ahead was not easy to get involved.

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"Young master, you have a great future. How can a mere horse bandit become an opponent that matches you? He is destined to be a stepping stone in your growth." Gaff smiled.

"If there is such a stepping stone, I will be satisfied." Jamuhe smiled and said, "Let's go, go back to the tent and have a few drinks to warm up." One day later, Yun Zhao led his more than 100 horse-riding bandits to gather in a sand dune.

after.

"Xiao Yi, remember your route?" Yun Zhao looked at Yan Xiao Yi and said.

"Remember. Don't worry!" Yan Xiaoyi said.

Yun Zhao nodded, "Don't go deep into the other party's territory. The Tatar tribe is a large part. There are many small tribes around him who depend on him. Your goal is them, and don't be greedy.

After hitting, you only need to grab a month's supply and run away immediately, enter the area we agreed upon, and wait for us there. I will come to find you." "Yun Zhao, you only bring more than ten riders, it's too dangerous

Now, bring more people.

"Yan Xiaoyi's face was full of worry.

"My place is just a cover, the key is whether you can succeed." Yun Zhao smiled. "After more than ten riders are enough, we will get out after attracting the other party.

"Take care!" Yan Xiaoyi turned his horse's head.

"Take care!" Yun Zhao smiled and turned around, and said to the more than ten selected riders, "We Lou." These more than ten people were old horse bandits from Yingzhu Rock, with extremely rich combat experience.

Yun Zhao's goal is Jamuha's whistle cavalry on his left hand. He wants to attract Jamuha's vision more to that direction, so as to create an opportunity for Yan Xiaoyi to raid the Tatar area to the right, and to attract Jamu.

He looked at this side and bought a few days for Yan Xiaoyi.

In the howling cold wind, several tents stood alone on the desert. They were sent by Jamuha. As the small number of sentry cavalry were continuously annihilated, the number of people sent by Jamuha has increased recently.

The more, the more than fifty cavalry there will be in this team, so even if they meet Yun Zhao, it will be difficult for the other party to wipe out him.

Two sentries sat cross-legged on the ground and slept. In front of them, a pile of fire was burning vigorously. Outside the tent, dozens of war horses were crowded together.

A little outside the land, Yun Zhao stared at the fire and looked back and said, "Brothers, my horse quickly, let's go first. You will wait until the chaos is in trouble. I will disperse their war horses first, so that you can arrive.

At that time, I encountered a two-legged sheep in a mess. Just chop him up and I want to wipe out all of them. This will create an illusion for the other party and not let anyone go. Do you understand?"

I understand." Yun Zhao nodded with satisfaction, turned the dark clouds and stepped on the snow, lifted Pojun, and two clamps, the dark clouds crossed the snow and exerted force, and rushed forward like arrows.

Next to the fire, the two sentries were still unconscious. The weather was too cold, but they were both extremely tired. In the early morning, it was the time when people were most tired. In the middle of dreams and half awake, the horses next to the tent suddenly became uneasy.

He became restless and woke the two of them up. "What's wrong?" One of them stood up and looked around alertly.

"What is that?" The suddenly screamed. In the night, a dark shadow was approaching here like a ghost.

"Yes" Another sentry had not finished speaking, and the sound of sharp arrows breaking through the air had already heard from the air. With a squeak, a sharp arrow had penetrated him, and the powerful force drove him to speed up.

He shot up from where he was standing, flew back several steps before he fell heavily to the ground.

Another sentryman, "Enemy", had only had time to shout out one word. The long arrow that followed completely cut off his shouting, and he fell to the sky.

The horses outside the tent were boiling. These war horses were all experienced for a long time and had a keener intuition about fighting than people. As the horses neighed, there were screams of exclamations, noises, and weapons from the tent.

, Ding Dang's voice, obviously, the others in the tent have been awakened.

The dark clouds shot over like snow arrows. Yun Zhao rushed straight towards the horses. Yishui in his hand flew past like a cold wind. He saw that the reins of the war horse were cut off. He turned the back of the knife and knocked on the horse with force.

Above the thighs, dozens of war horses neighed and fled in scattered. The entire camp was in chaos.

Almost as soon as the war horses ran away here, more than ten horse bandits behind Yun Zhao roared and rushed over. Although there were only more than ten, they were powerful.

Several meng riders opened the tent door and rushed out with their sabers. Only a dark shadow was seen in the corner of their eyes, and their bodies had fallen down heavily. After Yun Zhao dispersed the war horses, he aimed at them.

Bending over, the firewood burned on the fire pile was lifted up one by one, landing accurately on the tent. With a rush of water, the tent burned.

More meng riders rushed out, but were desperate to find that their war horses had disappeared.

More than ten horse-riding bandits rushed up, and their swords were chopped and hit the horse, like a nobody's land. They lost their horses and were in a panic. There was not even a place to hide here. In an instant, more than fifty mengs could only scatter.

Running, but no matter how fast the two horses are, they can't run away from four horses.

Yun Zhao pulled his horse and stopped beside the fire, pulled the Pojun away, and nailed the mengs who were running around to the ground one by one.

During the Ming Dynasty, the battle was over.

More than a dozen horse-riding bandits were happily harvesting the fruits of victory. The supplies brought by the mengs have now become theirs. Arrows, sabers, dozens of war horses collected, as well as meat feeding, horse milk and wine, feeding

The horse's beans were all taken into their pockets.

"Yun Zhao, what should we do now?" A bandit shouted: "Will you go find Xiao Yi and the others now?"

Yun Zhao shook his head, "No, we have to tease that Jamukha for a few more days, and buy time for Xiao Yi and the others to jump on the back, leading the seized war horses, and running deeper. Behind them, dozens of them

The corpse of a man lay on the desert.

(The ten chapters that I promised yesterday were all completed, and there was no copy of the manuscript in my hand. From tomorrow, the Gunners will be restored to two chapters a day, 8:00 pm, and now I will start writing the manuscripts for 8:00 tomorrow morning. I hope
Chapter completed!