Genghis Khan's famous generals, known as the "Four Horses" and "Four Dogs", were mostly from humble backgrounds. They had a close relationship with Genghis Khan. They were different from ordinary Mongolian nobles. They all dared to fight and took the lead, so they were able to fight in battle. As the Mongolian regime continued to expand, it controlled more and more power. Among them, Zhebie is particularly outstanding.
Before being given the name by Genghis Khan, Zhebie's real name was just Huo Aji, and he was an ordinary soldier belonging to the Taichiwu tribe. Some people say that because of his bravery in the Battle of Kuoyitian, he won the favor of Genghis Khan and was given a high position after his surrender. This is not true.
Genghis Khan rarely entrusted people with important tasks suddenly. Many of his appointments not only abandoned Qiuyu and appointed Zhiyong, but also were the result of careful examination and repeated weighing.
Zhebie initially took refuge in Genghis Khan's command and was just a captain of ten guards. After several years of unrequited service and many meritorious deeds, he was promoted to captain of a thousand men when the Mongolian Kingdom was founded. In the next few years, he took charge of many battles with Xixia and Jin, and finally became a general who led thousands of families in battle and was famous among all countries.
This experience and Genghis Khan's trust gave Zhebie a strong self-confidence, which enabled him to completely ignore the gains and losses of the moment and place during the battle, and resolutely pursue the final victory.
When he attacked Juyongguan and Liaoyang, he repeatedly used thousands of people to defraud defeat and lure the enemy, which was the embodiment of this tactical thinking.
When Zhebie led his army into Gaizhou, Han Xuan regarded the gathering of the Khitans as a sign of weakness, but he did not know that Zhebie had expected it. These Khitan people, who could waver at any time, were nothing more than bait in Jebe's eyes.
Previously, Han Xuan seized horses in the Mongolian camp, drove away the prisoners, and some even took the armor from the Mongolian corpses as trophies... This kind of behavior was almost humiliating. But Zhebie never moved. He was observing the situation attentively, judging the movements of the incoming enemies, and guessing their identities.
After this chaos, the camps and baggage of at least two thousand-man troops were burned, some horses were also lost, and the Khitan people dispersed. In addition, if the Mongolian soldiers in various ministries and battalions were attacked alone in the fireworks, two to three hundred would die.
But so what?
If any other commander had suffered such a loss, he would probably be furious and think about how to apologize to Genghis Khan. Zhebie didn't care. The key point is, doesn't this bring the important general of the Ding Navy to his lips?
Zhebie was very familiar with Chiju Prince Consort, Chen Nayan and others. He once asked them about the situation of Ding Haijun, and he knew that it was a powerful army.
I heard that many people in that army, from their own commander-in-chief Guo Ning to ordinary officers, dared to take the lead and fight with others. Therefore, the officers and men were all brave and their style was different from that of the ordinary Jin army. When I saw it today, it certainly lived up to its reputation.
But so what?
Zhebie has seen many brave generals. This kind of person succeeds with courage, and loses with courage. As long as we can seize the opportunity and kill all these elites who dare to join the battle, the remaining troops will immediately be like wolves with their spines removed. No matter how strong their limbs are, they are useless!
So, it’s just the right time!
Ding Haijun Guo Ning has killed several thousand Mongolian households in the past two years. Zhebie didn't think he could kill Guo Ning immediately to win the favor of Genghis Khan. However, he heard that Guo Ning's powerful generals had six military commanders, and Liaohai Defense Commander Han Xuan was one of them. . The Mongolian army suddenly broke into the enemy's territory, just in time to trap and kill this person to show their wisdom and bravery!
Jebie rode his horse galloping, his black robe rolled up like dark clouds flying close to the ground.
Hundreds of horses followed closely behind, the sound of hooves carrying an exciting and unique rhythm.
Qianhuli, directly under Zhebie, was accompanied by more than 700 cavalrymen heading south this time. These people are all prairie warriors he has gathered for more than ten years. At least 30% of them have made famous achievements on the battlefield and have won the title of Batuer.
From Zhebie's perspective, the combat effectiveness of this cavalry unit is considered to be top-notch in the entire Yeke Mongolian Uluth. Even if Mu Huali led a thousand Qixue to fight against him, he would not be afraid, let alone the two hundred or so soldiers from the Ding Navy who would attack at night?
Not to mention, the enemy is tired! Their energy and fighting spirit had been rapidly exhausted in previous battles. If they persisted in retreating, all they could expect was massacre; if they retreated, the outcome would be similar, but with the added process of chasing and killing.
That's not even trouble, it's fun.
Mongolians are all good riders, and Zhebie's troops are no exception. Last year when Zhebie was in Liaoyang Prefecture, he launched a large-scale advance and retreat covering a distance of 500 miles in a few days, chasing enemy troops for dozens of miles at every turn.
The attacking Ding navy officers were indeed elite, but in this situation of chasing and escaping, they were doomed and had no choice but to die!
Many soldiers in the light cavalry team behind them let out low roars in their throats because of the excitement of the pursuit. As they ran, they fired arrows, trying to intercept the Ding navy officer who was riding away in front.
Zhebie was extremely good at shooting, and he prided himself on it, so he was unwilling to throw away arrows randomly like other cavalrymen, wasting arrows. At this time, he concentrated on urging his horse forward, gradually shortening the distance with the enemy.
At this time, the snow particles were no longer scattered in the sky, but the clouds that obscured the stars and moon were still there.
The two groups of cavalry ran wildly one behind the other. They traveled several miles in the blink of an eye and were far away from the lighting range of the camp. As a result, their eyes became darker and darker. The Dinghai knights in front were obviously very familiar with the terrain. They used the undulating roads or the cover of sparse forests to distance themselves from the Mongolian pursuers several times.
The Mongolian army pursued them fiercely at first, but in this dark environment, even if these elite knights had good vision at night, it was difficult to avoid emergencies. Countless people stumbled and fell down in the wilderness, breaking their muscles and bones. They had no choice but to slow down slightly and hold on to the rear of the Marine Cavalry.
But the navy officers could never get rid of the enemy.
This team of Mongolian light cavalry had obviously been prepared for a long time, and many of them brought their horses for transfer. And when they changed horses, they did not need to stop, but changed directly while the horses were galloping. With this hand, among the Ding Haijun knights, not only one in a hundred, but only one in twenty or thirty people.
What's more troublesome is that Han Xuan's troops had previously chosen to approach the Mongolian camp on foot in order to seek surprise. Many of them were now riding captured bareback horses, which was very difficult to control. So while running, some people fell behind or fell off their horses one after another, and were chased and killed by the Mongols.
Some of the Ding navy officers who fell from their horses rose up and tried to hinder the pursuit of the troops behind them.
Under Han Xuan's gaze, the black-robed general at the forefront of the pursuers casually shook the reins, and the war horse leaped past. At the same time, he drew his scimitar and leaned over, making a crack. Cold light flashed and blood rained, but the speed of the entire cavalry's pursuit did not slow down at all.
"With great skills, this person should be Zhebie!" Han Xuan sneered.
He didn't look any further and continued to urge his horse harder. In an instant, several more arrows flew past his ears.
At this time, Xiao Zhuangwei and Wang Qingshan had retreated separately, and it was unknown whether they were also being pursued. Meeting up with Han Xuan as usual was Wang Bao'er, who was previously responsible for collecting the horses. Wang Bao'er's tribe used to sell horses as a business in Liaodong. In terms of familiarity with horses, he was the number one under Han Xuan.
He galloped beside Han Xuan and whispered: "The war horse is sweating profusely and is tired! If we keep running like this, we will be overtaken in a few miles! Manager, let's..."
Han Xuan nodded, raised his whip and pointed forward: "Don't worry, we are ready. Let's go to Zhuzhi Mountain."
Wang Bao'er was stunned for a moment, then overjoyed.
