In the second half of the night, the two sides stopped fighting fiercely, but their entanglement with each other never stopped.
In the early morning of the next day, the confrontation came to an end.
Naminfu and others stared blankly, taking a short rest to recuperate their energy and prepare for the battle that would surely begin after the fourth prince arrived.
He and his men formed a circle, huddled on the ground, and rested according to Mongolian custom. This posture is very effective in resisting the cold wind, but the water is too hot and humid, and the mosquitoes and flies fly in circles, which is very disturbing. As a result, no one could sleep well even though they were too tired to open their eyes.
After being dazed for a while, the sun hit his face, shining through the damaged eyelid and eyelid of his right eye, making Naminfu's eyes shine brightly. Unable to rest any longer, he managed to open his eyes and tried to sit up, but he felt pain in his back and couldn't move for a while.
He stretched his neck and looked ahead. Except for those standing sentry in the distance, there were about forty people gathered in front of him. The team of more than 100 people at the time of departure lost more than 30% after a night of repeated fighting. But they are worthy of being warriors under Genghis Khan. Everyone has blood on their bodies, and they will only kill more enemies.
Naminfu noticed that his slave did not spend any money and did not sleep. Instead, he sat on a thick branch protruding out of the water outside Lixu. He put his bow and arrow at hand and watched the movements in the east with vigilance.
There is a gravel beach to the east. The water on the beach is only up to the ankles at most, and there is a lot of mud and moss. The river ends at the gravel beach. A slightly gentle terrain draws an arc from north to west and then east, with large tidal flats spreading on both sides.
Deep in the tidal flat on the east coast, surrounded by reeds about the height of a person, the enemy troops were stationed there.
They ran all night, but they were still unable to escape Naminfu's pursuit. Several of Naminfu's capable subordinates stared at them from a distance without blinking.
Not spending money is one of them.
Na Minfu vaguely remembered Qian Buhua saying that he was twenty years old this year. He used to be a scholar in Xixia, and he also copied Buddhist scriptures for Xixia nobles. But his skin is dark and his face is very old. He looks like he is in his forties. Because his cheeks have lost weight in a short period of time, his skin is obviously drooping. He has obviously suffered a lot.
Money is not spent, his skills are very good, and his riding skills are no worse than those of ordinary Mongolians. Judging from the scars on his body, he had experienced a brutal battle on the battlefield. This is a very useful person. Unfortunately for Naminfu, he is not yet a Mongolian.
Over the years, the Great Khan's battle flag has been invincible. Mongolia's territory has become wider and wider, and the size of the Great Khan's army has become larger and larger. One after another, new thousands and hundreds of households were established, and an army larger than Naminfu's imagination was formed.
However, even if the Great Khan took all the Mongolians on the grassland, including the Qiyan clan, the Borzhijin clan, the Baalin clan, the Belgunati clan, etc., all the tribes and all the people would be filled into the army. However, it was never enough to fill the army's establishment.
Even if people from the Kele Tribe, Naiman Tribe, and Wanggu Tribe were filled in, it wouldn't be enough.
As a result, people from outside the Mongolian grasslands began to be included in the army. For example, people who don't spend money and come to the grassland as slaves, and ignorant fools like Hu Ga.
This is why Naminfu especially wants to rob some women. In the entire hundred households, there are too many people from all kinds of backgrounds, and they are not familiar with each other. Only when there are women and children in the tent can many people truly regard the grassland as their home.
As long as people have families, the entire hundred households will continue their bloodline and will not be separated again. Slowly, everyone will become a member of the Mongols. Even if all the warriors die on the battlefield, their descendants will still live on the grasslands.
Not far from Naminfu, Abel gave Qian Buhua a cold look. He didn't like this guy.
In fact, he doesn't like all Han'er, because Han'er has too many evil ideas, and they know too many things outside the grassland, so they never really agree with the rules of the grassland.
Naminfu pretended not to see Abel's expression.
Abel was originally a very cheerful person who liked drinking, singing and dancing, but after fighting many wars, his character became more and more severe and eccentric.
In Naminfu's view, Han'er also had black hair and black eyes, so why couldn't he stand in the Mongolian queue? Hugar, who is next to Abel, is covered in yellow hair and looks like a ghost. Why doesn't Abel care?
However, as a centurion, Naminfu did not need to dwell on these trivial thoughts.
Go to the battlefield and fight hard. People in the entire hundred households are familiar with each other. Those who cannot trust their partners will only die faster than others.
At this time, Abel was facing Naminfu's face, and suddenly showed a respectful expression. He jumped to his feet and doubled over deeply.
Na Minfu quickly stood up. When he woke up completely, the sound of horse hooves hitting the ground could already be heard.
Experienced Mongolian warriors would never allow outsiders to easily approach their resting place. But his men were so tired that they lost their due vigilance, which frightened him.
But before he could bend down, Tuo Lei, who was wearing fine iron armor and a rolled-brimmed felt hat, jumped off his horse, stepped forward, and held Naminfu's arm.
Tuo Lei is young and energetic, with bright eyes. He smiled and said:
"Naminfu, a brave warrior with a black five-pointed flag! I led my troops along the way. I know your hard work at night. I remember your contribution! Tell me, what do you need? Do you need a new tent? ? Or a good woman who can give birth?"
Compared to his fierce and arrogant brothers, Tuo Lei has always been low-key and very kind to others. Not only those noble Qianhu Nayan, but also ordinary Mongolian warriors were very willing to talk to him.
So Naminfu replied with a smile: "Fourth Prince, my subordinates are always ready to fight under your banner to seize the tent and the women. However, they don't have horses... they don't have good enough horses!"
He looked at Tuo Lei's expression, rolled his protruding right eye slyly twice, and continued to shout: "Please generous fourth prince, give us some good saddled horses! We are willing to ride on the horses you have given us." The horse will always be your Aljinchi. During the war, we will report the enemy's movements to you, and dedicate the captured beauties, women and good horses to you; when hunting, we will Surround the beasts before you.”
Tuolei stretched out his hand and tugged Naminfu's beard affectionately: "Okay, my loyal centurion Naminfu! I will give you a good horse, and I will give each of you a good horse, but I will not give it in vain. Give people something. Riding on my horse, you will report back to me the enemy's movements as you said... Tell me, where are my enemies?"
"I will lead the way for the Fourth Prince, the enemy is right ahead!"
The group dismounted and walked several miles ahead, hiking up a steep slope. For the sake of concealment, everyone walked hunched over, and then threw themselves on the top of the steep slope, with only their eyes exposed.
Torrei saw the enemy.
That's where the river beach makes a bend and extends behind the reeds. The straight-line distance is about two miles. There was a group of Jin Army cavalry, numbering about a thousand people, gathering their horses and luggage, preparing to break camp.
"Caught them!" Several Mongolian families said happily.
"These are the elites of the Jin Army!" Tuo Lei squinted his eyes and looked at them for a long time: "At least half of them are wearing iron armor, and the horses are all good horses. However, their flags are very scattered, and the people who look at them are confused. Some were sitting, some were standing, and some were walking around. Their postures were all casual... They didn't seem too nervous?"
Naminfu was a little panicked: "Fourth Prince, according to your instructions, we kept a close eye on the enemy and did not let them leave our sight. However, in the dark night, we failed to get close to them to fight, so they..."
"You did a good job." Tuo Lei waved his hand.
He turned to the other officers and said: "The Jin Army is always like this. They can't bear the hardship themselves, and they can't imagine how fast the Mongolian movements are. Very good, let us give them a hard blow! Let us Take a look, they are yellow sheep, foxes or wolves!"
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