At this time, on the periphery of the battlefield, in the north of the battlefield, a group of soldiers and horses that looked quite majestic appeared again.
There were no bright robes or armor, just a simple yet slightly dirty sheepskin coat, with rough linen clothes underneath, and a pair of sheepskin-wrapped knives hanging from his waist, which looked extremely crude.
If there is anything good about them, then the only good thing about them is the bows and arrows on their backs.
Although it looks the same pitch black, those who have been bending bows and shooting arrows all year round will be able to see the strength from it.
At this time, after looking at the smoke rising not far away, they did not rush to kill. Instead, they slowed down again, as if they were waiting for someone to arrive.
Soon, the person they were waiting for appeared.
Several Tai Chiwu tribe's rangers galloped over on horseback and roared loudly at them.
"Where is the leader of Bulibule Shulu? I am a ranger of the Taichiwu tribe. Now that all the Song troops have entered the hub, please leader to send troops immediately!"
Following these shouts, the leading middle-aged man finally slowly lowered his head and slowly pulled out the scimitar wrapped in sheepskin from his waist. The cold light emitted under the sun. A flash of cold light.
"Where is the promise I want!" With a roar, the charging ranger quickly escaped from his arms and took out a small golden scabbard and a touch of snow-white satin.
"The head of my family has said that he is willing to marry the leader's son, Laheda'an, and become Anda. From then on, our Taichiwu tribe and Zadalan tribe will merge into one, and we will jointly serve the leader as the leader.
The golden sword is here. If it goes against this, the head of my family is willing to live forever and be abandoned by Changshengtian! "
After hearing these words, the leader of the Zadalan tribe, Bulibule Shulu, finally nodded slowly, took the golden sword from the guy's hand, and sent it to the hands of the person behind him.
"Go and tell the child in Helaheda'an that if his father can't come back, he will strangle Taichiwubu at all costs and let the grandson of that Anba boy go down and accompany me!"
What he said was that he didn't care that the knight in front of him was a member of the Taichiwu tribe. It could even be said that he was blatantly threatening the people of the Taichiwu tribe.
The wanderer looked very unkind, but he didn't dare to say anything. Who told them to ask for help now?
The middle-aged man in front of me is none other than the leader of the Zadalan tribe, a large tribe in Mongolia. If you really want to talk about it, this middle-aged man can be regarded as the Mongolian Khan Hebule... grandfather?
At the beginning, the sixth generation ancestor of Hebule, Boduanchaer, attacked Zharchiwuti and took a fancy to one of the women. Unfortunately, the woman was already pregnant.
Although Bo Duanchaer, who was extremely in love with the woman, was not happy, he could only grit his teeth and accept the matter for the sake of the woman.
And he protected this woman and gave birth to the fetus in her belly. It was a boy. Because he was the son of a foreigner, he named him Zhazhi Lajie.
Later, with the help of his mother and adoptive father Bo Duanchaer, he established the most primitive Zadalan tribe.
Later, the son of Nazhaji Lajie was named Tugu Wujie, and the son of Tugu Wujie was named Bilibule Chilu. After that, this guy became today's Bilibule Shulu.
If you calculate it this way, they are really grandfathers, but this relationship is impossible for Hebule to admit.
No one in this Mobei grassland will have enough time to talk about this matter.
The Nadjatalan tribe has been nomadic on the north bank of the Onan River, and Hebu Le has not violated the river.
Now that he was persuaded, it was naturally not something that the Taichiwu tribe, which was currently experiencing internal and external troubles, could afford. This time Talihutai knew that it would be difficult for him to gain support from the Mongolian army in Hebule.
He had told everyone his plan before the war.
"Now that things have happened, I have seen clearly that in most of Mongolia, the so-called Mongol Kingdom has ceased to exist in name only, and their successive failures have long caused them to fall apart internally.
If it weren't for Nahebul's high prestige and the army of cronies in his hands, plus the fact that he had used the southern and northern wars in recent years to allow his children and grandchildren to control a large number of troops.
I'm afraid this so-called Mongol Kingdom has long become a thing of the past.
Our thoughts of relying on Hebule can be eliminated. But if Hebule cannot be relied on, his grandfather can still be relied on.
The Zadalan tribe, nomadic on the north bank of the Onan River, has always wanted to expand its power to the other side of the river, but there has never been a more suitable opportunity.
If we are willing to help them and assist them in quickly expanding and stabilizing their power, this temptation is enough for them to come with most of their troops.
We just need to use our tactics to find a way out for the Taichiwu tribe. "
Before the war, Natalihutai had made such a decision, using the army of the Nazadalan tribe to exchange for the hope of their Taichiwu tribe.
As for the alliance with the Kingdom of Jin... what he wants is the Taichiwu tribe, which has nothing to do with the Kingdom of Jin!
At this time, after Bulibule Shulu made all preparations, he roared and charged out with his soldiers and horses.
Thousands of soldiers from the Zadalan tribe waved their riding whips and charged madly in the direction of the battlefield. Before anyone could get close enough, the hundreds of people at the front had already put on the bows and arrows on their backs.
Each of them had their legs straightened, maintaining balance on the galloping horses. They bent their bows and arrows, waiting for the opportunity to shoot an arrow directly, killing a Song soldier who was named in the chaotic battlefield on the spot.
On the chaotic battlefield, the arrows of these guys are often able to find their targets through the chaotic battlefield, and kill a Song soldier who finally rushed to Yan Chong's side.
If Yan Chong had not been heavily protected at this time, I am afraid that he would not have been able to survive this wave of cold arrows.
Thousands of Mongolians from the Zadalan tribe caused great damage to the Song army as soon as they rushed in. They were several times more brave than the patchwork Taichiwu army.
In addition, this time it can be said that they are all elites.
General Yan Chong of the Song Army was seriously injured, and his physical strength was not enough after the army chased him. Although he was not an ambush under this sudden attack, he was severely hit.
Just when the soldiers of the Zadalan tribe were rushing to kill, their leader Bulibule Shulu finally discovered the problem. The Talihutai of the Taichiwu tribe had disappeared.
In other words, he who was supposed to fight alongside him did not appear here!
"Where is your clan leader!" Bulibul Shulu reacted and grabbed an ally's soldier and roared at him.
But at this time, after hearing this sentence, the soldier's face was full of confusion. He blinked his eyes and looked at Bulibul Shulu and said the last sentence, his clan leader had died in the previous battle...
After hearing these words, Bulibule Shulu also froze on the spot.
"Then Talihutai died in the battle?"
"Talihutai?" This time it was the soldier who was stunned, "The head of my family is not Talihutai. Isn't that the head of the Taichiwu tribe!"
"Huh?" Bulibule Shulu seemed to understand something, "Aren't you from the Taichiwu tribe?"
"Of course not, we are the Hongji Cibu who came to help the Taichiwu tribe..."
Before the man could finish his words, the angry Bulibulu Shulu pushed him off his horse and yelled at him to get away.
After looking at the chaotic battlefield, he realized that although the battlefield was still very chaotic, there were still many Mongolian soldiers.
But... there is no command at all.
In other words, there is no one in charge!
At this moment, Bulibule Shulu finally realized that he had been tricked. That brat from the Taichiwu tribe must have played a trick of Escape from the Golden Cicada!
But what he discovered now was too late. Just when Bulibule Shulu wanted to evacuate with his army, the strangled Song army, which was almost wiped out, suddenly broke out again.
The seriously injured Song general Yan Chong roared and charged towards him.
His whole body was covered in blood, and he didn't know whether it was his own or the enemy's. He held an ax in both hands and roared into the enemy army, slashing left and right to open a gap again.
The remaining more than a thousand soldiers and horses also rushed over and killed them. At this time, they bit the enemy with all their strength.
Bulibule Shulu wanted to leave, but when he saw that all his soldiers and horses had been trapped, and then looked at the enemy with only a thousand people left, he thought that now there were plains all around, even if there was something wrong, short-term Time probably doesn't matter either.
Give him at most one stick of incense and he will be able to clear the battlefield, and by then it will be too late even if there is an ambush.
After thinking of this, Nabuli Shulu could only issue an order again and launch a second round of encirclement and suppression, which played into the Song Army's plan.
They really didn't know what was going on, but they knew that not far behind them, their own army was coming, and it would take at most two sticks of incense before they would appear.
After a stick of incense, looking at Yan Chong who was still holding on and the only 300 or so Song troops left, Bulibule Shulu's face finally turned ugly.
However, looking at the battlefield where there was still no movement, he still chose to kill these people completely.
After another incense stick, only Yan Chong was left standing in the center of the battlefield, holding a curled giant ax and roaring at the Mongolians around him who were eyeing him eagerly.
"You guys, come on!"
After that, countless spears and scimitars pierced his body, causing the great Song Xiao general to die on this grassland.
At the moment when Bulibule Shulu was calling his soldiers to integrate the army to clean the battlefield, a sudden exclamation came to his ears.
Bulibule Shulu looked around, and he finally saw the Song army, which slowly appeared from all directions and completely surrounded them.
The leader was Liu Qi, the general of the Song Army in this battle.
"All officers and men, avenge us, Pao Ze, and kill them all!"
