The night was hazy.
In the big tent in the middle.
"It's too late, you man on the prairie, revenge doesn't last overnight."
Facing Beili Tu, Wulihan shook his head and sighed.
"Why didn't you stop me?" A trace of anger flashed in Beili Tu's eyes.
"When I found out, they had already chased me out." Wulihan was also helpless.
Although he is the leader of this team, Wanhu, he cannot fully control this army.
The origin of this grassland army is quite complicated. The soldiers come from several different golden accounts. They obey the leader of the golden account. On a night like this, as long as the leader says hello, they will follow the leader of the golden account without hesitation. .
"Approximately how many troops are gone?"
Beilitu asked.
"About three thousand cavalry."
Wulihan lowered his head and said.
"Three thousand cavalry?"
Beili Tu waited with his eyes widened and said in shock.
You must know that Wulihan only brought about 10,000 people, and among these 10,000 people, there were only 5,000 real cavalry.
In other words, at this time, more than half of Ullihan's cavalry had already gone.
Wulihan's face felt a little hot. Although he was from the grassland, he had also learned the art of war and knew that it was not appropriate to pursue him in such a night battle.
But, he had no choice, it had already happened, and he couldn't chase it back now even if he wanted to.
"No, these three thousand cavalry might be ambushed. General Wulihan, General Yang, we still have to send troops to respond."
"Now, we are in the hinterland of Qi State. No one knows whether Qi State will lay any traps. In this case, we still have to preserve our military strength. It is best not to suffer losses."
Beilitu thought for a while and began to mobilize his troops.
"Send out 10,000 people to respond, and the others will wait in place and be alert, allowing the soldiers to continue to rest and cultivate their spirits so that they can face tomorrow's battle!"
"Okay, the prince is right, I will do as the prince said."
Yang Dingxing nodded.
"Well, I'll go out and rectify the team right now." Wulihan also nodded.
After a while, the team of tens of thousands of people was organized.
This time, in order to get the three thousand riders back, Wulihan personally led the team and traveled with a team of ten thousand people.
At this time, the three thousand cavalry chasing the night attack cavalry were in trouble.
"Sir, do you think we should continue chasing?"
One of the thousand captains asked the leading deputy commander Agudamu.
Agudamu was only about 20 years old, but he was of noble birth and was a descendant of the Golden Horde King. Therefore, he was quickly promoted and appointed deputy commander.
This time, he was the one who led the chase at night.
After all, he couldn't swallow this breath.
In the night attack, several of his brothers were trampled to death, and their deaths were too painful.
"Chase, I must chase."
Agudamu gritted his teeth and his eyes were bloodshot. This was caused by lack of sleep and the blood attacking his heart.
"But sir, our loss is not small."
The captain sighed.
He also wanted to continue chasing, but they didn't get any benefit from this pursuit.
Although the cavalry in front were not many in number, they ran a few steps and then stopped to form a formation to use fire blunderbuss.
If it were the old fire gun, they could rush forward and stop the fire gun's attack.
However, the cavalry on the opposite side used fire guns that fired continuously. At that moment, they could only retreat after being beaten.
And the bows and arrows they used were either too late to shoot, or they barely managed to shoot, but they had no accuracy or power.
Those cavalrymen were still wearing strong armor, and almost all ordinary bows and arrows were blocked.
More than half an hour passed, and the opponent's cavalry was almost unscathed, while they had suffered hundreds of casualties.
This is already a huge loss for the three thousand cavalry.
Their ability to keep their morale from falling too much depends on the momentum and ambition of the Mongolian tribe to swallow up the grasslands.
But this kind of courage can no longer be maintained for long.
The long pursuit led to a decline in physical strength, and the constant deaths of comrades made them frustrated.
"Brothers, hold on a little longer."
"The enemy is almost out of strength."
"Isn't it possible that the eagle on our grassland is not as strong as the southern barbarian?"
Agudamu shouted loudly.
The sergeants also began to cheer up.
The prairie people have their own pride. In terms of physical strength, they think they are very powerful, but they cannot be compared to the southern barbarians in this aspect.
"Bang bang..."
There was a sound of gunfire gushing out.
Several more prairie men fell off their horses.
But this time, the sergeants' hatred became deeper and deeper, and they pursued harder, and their eyes were all red.
"Attack and kill them."
"Kill the Southern Barbarians, catch them, kill them all and eat their flesh and drink their blood!"
The shame of the prairie men must be washed away with the blood of the enemy!
later.
Wulihan led his team and attacked quickly.
Along the way, they noticed that there were many corpses on the ground that were too late to be cleaned up, all belonging to their prairie people.
"How could this be? Where are the enemy's corpses?"
Ullihan felt very strange.
You know, the enemy is the one being pursued.
Once killed, the enemy has no chance to clean up the corpses that fell on the ground.
They even didn't even clean up the corpses of the prairie people on their own side.
This is not one place, but several places before, and the same situation has occurred.
A captain said: "Sir, where are the enemy's corpses? They won't be eaten by our people."
"How is that possible? We prairie men are not wild beasts and we don't eat humans."
Wulihan shook his head.
"What's going on? This is too outrageous."
"Is it possible that none of the enemies are dead? Only our people are dead?"
"What do you think? None of the enemies died? All of us died? This is simply telling a story."
Everyone was talking about it.
But the further Wulihan moved forward, the more uncomfortable he felt.
He thought about it over and over again, no matter how absurd the conclusion was.
There is only one possibility that truly conforms to the rules, and that is, none of the enemies may have died!
If so, how strong will the enemy be?
Finally, they found a wounded soldier sitting on the roadside.
Wulihan urged the war horse and came to the wounded soldier.
"What's going on ahead?" Wulihan asked.
"Sir, we... we can't catch up with the enemy."
The wounded soldier lowered his head, obviously ashamed.
The other wounded soldiers around him were in so much pain that they could not speak and could only whimper in a low voice.
"What is the enemy like?"
Ullihan continued to ask.
He felt uneasy, fearing that the wounded soldier would give him a bad answer.
But often the more you are afraid of something, the more it will come.
"The enemy is too strong...their horses are very fast, their armor is very hard, and their firearms are too sharp. We can't catch up." The wounded soldier said with a grimace.
(End of chapter)
