Alslen rode towards the battlefield in the dark.
There is no moon today, I can't see my fingers, I can hardly see anything.
But Alslen didn't need moonlight to illuminate him. He could feel where he was by smelling the scent of different plants and the vibrations transmitted by the horse's hooves.
It has been more than three years since he came to this grassland. He is a qualified herdsman and a qualified soldier. There is a world of difference from Irgen's trash, who swarm over anyone who has something to offer, and run away faster than a rabbit when there is danger.
He is familiar with every piece of land here.
He knew clearly that there were no marmots here, not even one.
The previous tribe was so poor that they had already trapped all the marmots in nooses and eaten them. There couldn't be marmots there. Where would the hole come from without the marmot.
Smells the wolfsbane flower. Alslen knew where a large number of cavalrymen had their legs cut off.
"Chirp" he made the horse stop, then turned over and dismounted.
Alslen squatted on the ground. He did not dare to light the torch because there might still be a large number of enemies on the opposite mountain.
He touched the ground bit by bit with his hands.
There was still the smell of blood on the ground, but the human and horse corpses were gone, and Alslen was a little confused.
Generally, in wars on the grasslands, corpses are not collected.
Let wild animals eat it. Mainly to feed the wolves.
There is a simple thought on the grassland that people and all things are children of the Immortal Heaven, and people eat meat while they are alive. When you die, you must return the meat to Changshengtian.
In less than half a day, how could such a large pack of wolves eat up more than five hundred corpses and five to six hundred horses?
This is absolutely impossible.
There is only one possibility for those who have the habit of collecting corpses, and that is that the people on the mountain are Han Chinese.
Thinking of this, Alslen shuddered a little.
Although the Han people are weak, their numbers are huge and cannot be compared to that small tribe.
Huang San was worried that the dead bodies at the foot of the mountain would cause a plague, so he ordered them to be thrown into the river and let them float downstream.
In addition to collecting the leather and nitrating the dead horses, the horse meat was cut into floss, and the horse's internal organs and bones were used to make soup.
There is nothing left.
Alsileng was in a heavy heart. He was very worried about the Han people coming here and didn't know what their purpose was. What he was really worried about was Fujin and the 150 households of Torgut tribesmen he brought with him. There is also his wife and a pair of children.
Alslen continued to explore, and soon he made a new discovery.
There are many earth pillars on the ground. Judging from the dryness and wetness, it should have been newly dug out from the geography before the war started. I compared it with my hands and found that it could just fit into the horse's hoof.
It’s true, these holes were dug by the Han people.
He felt a chill that penetrated his bones. The Han people were so bad, they could think of such despicable ways.
It takes three years for a horse on the grassland to become a war horse. There is also selection and training. A lot of effort goes into each one.
As a result, the Han people didn't know what tools to use, so they dug a small hole, and probably killed a war horse in less than a breath.
Then he crawled forward while groping on the ground. Small holes were densely arranged one after another, which was shocking to see.
He put his arm in, and it was exactly a foot deep. Just reaches the elbow level.
He crawled forward for a while and put his palm into the water. With a splash, his hand slipped and his upper body fell into the water with a splash.
The biting cold river water immediately jolted him.
It turned out that I had climbed to the river.
He remembered that the trench from the other side of the river to the mountain was only fifty meters away, so he had to be careful not to be heard by the other party, otherwise with the strength of so many sharpshooters on the other side, he would not have to go back to see his wife and children.
Alslen backed away slowly. After thinking about it, I figured out the problem of the Marmot Cave, and all that was left was the weirdness in the water.
In fact, he was still a little scared. After all, today he saw with his own eyes the tragic plight of men and horses who were entangled and drowned. He was also worried that he would be entangled if he went down.
But Alslen was a truly brave man.
He didn't understand the situation. If Ilguntayji forced himself to take the lead tomorrow, his few troops would really not be enough to fill the gap.
He gritted his teeth, took off his leather robe, and slowly dived naked into the cold and biting river water.
I prayed in my heart that I wouldn't get cramps. If I did, I would be washed away by the water, hung on those unknown things and drowned.
The river is not deep. Except for a few large pits that are more than three meters deep, most places are only about one and two meters deep.
Alslen groped and moved forward slowly, bit by bit.
His calf seemed to hit something, and he stopped quickly. Touch it with your hands.
It seemed like something like a rope was floating in the water. I groped around along the rope and found a lot of iron thorns. Yes, they were made of iron.
Alslen understood that the things in the water were not ropes, but iron wires with iron spikes twisted on them.
These people are really rich. Iron is a very expensive material on the grassland, but they actually use it to place it in the river.
But how did they stay suspended in the water?
He continued to feel around and found it. There were wooden stakes at both ends. Wooden piles were driven into the river bottom to secure these roller-shaped iron wires.
It turns out that's the case. No wonder the horse would be frightened and fall and become entangled.
Alslen's heart grew colder and colder. These Han people were so vicious.
He soon discovered that the barbed wire fence did not block the entire river, but section by section. There are three rows, each covering the gap in the previous row.
So as long as you walk around carefully, you can pass safely.
During the day, the river water is clear and you can see clearly what's going on underwater if you look carefully.
An Sanxi was in the headquarters and had just drank a cup of steaming coffee. I feel warm all over.
This is an officer's special offer.
Although An Sanxi is only a cavalry squad leader now. But no one really regarded him as a cavalry squad leader.
The master is preparing to build a cavalry force and plans to recruit six battalions and more than 3,000 people. These soldiers must be handed over to the cavalry squad.
In other words, each quasi-officer of the cavalry squad will be a squadron leader in charge of at least 100 people in the future. Even the battalion commander who was on equal footing with Huang San.
An Sanxi is definitely a general on the same level as Zhang Goda. Manage an army.
Huang San and An Sanxi were also very polite.
The headquarters is an octagonal bunker made of sandbags. It was covered with tarpaulin and had windows on eight sides.
An Sanxi habitually observed the surroundings with the telescope given to him by Yang Fan. Under the low-light anti-reflection coating, a telescope with night vision function shows a green scene inside.
An Sanxi seemed to see some water splashes by the river. He frowned. There shouldn't be big fish in such a shallow river.
"Wang Hao, take a group of people and go down to take a look. There seems to be movement by the river."
"Here!" Wang Hao immediately put down the instant noodles he was eating, grabbed his armed belt, short musket and saber and rushed out.
