In two days, at least fifty scouts patrolled around the Dakun tribe, recording their lives.
But Yang Gan couldn't wait any longer, because according to the information sent back, some people in their tribe had already started to make trouble, and even gathered together and asked the tribe's senior officials to investigate.
But the good news is that, at least so far, no war horses have been mobilized, which means that at least in the next three days, the Dakun tribe will not send troops.
In a large wooden house of the Dakun tribe, a group of people gathered around a campfire, and the meat was sizzling on it.
Kumiss also relied on the bonfire, otherwise it would freeze.
But obviously no one is interested in such food and drinks.
"Mr. Yan, please keep talking. The clan leader took so many people out and they haven't come back yet. What should we do?" A voice broke the calm.
Everyone began to bustle and express their opinions.
"Yes, we should send a team of people to see what is going on."
"That's right, all three of my sons have gone there. It's been a few days. They are still alive and dead, so you have to give us an explanation."
"Yes, for the tribe's war, I took both of my war horses."
Sitting at the top of the table, the elegant Yan family sighed slightly, but still pretended to be calm.
"Why are you panicking? Although there are powerful clans nearby that are more powerful than us, it is impossible to silently eat two thousand cavalry."
"How many people are there in the Central Plains? Five hundred people and two thousand cavalry can't kill the five hundred Central Plains people who just arrived?"
"Our ancestors have lived in Beihai since ancient times. Is it possible that outsiders have brought us back?"
Mrs. Yan turned to look at the old man wearing colorful clothes beside her and said politely.
"Mrs. Shaman, look~~~!"
The old man, dressed in colorful clothes and wearing a strange mask, walked step by step to the bonfire.
Inside the colorful pocket, he stretched out his hand and waved towards the bonfire.
With a click of "Teng", flames suddenly burst out, the flames jumped one or two meters high, and the originally fiery red color turned into a strange blue-green.
The old man kept mumbling words, and the unknown language seemed to have a simple and desolate flavor.
"Mrs. Shaman, how are you?" Yan couldn't help but asked.
The shaman wife shook her head and sighed, "No, very bad. I seem to see a blood-red sky with crows circling everywhere."
Yan's face slowly turned ugly, and her heart sank to the bottom. Once something happened to the clan leader, her end would definitely not be good.
Even if there is a powerful mother clan, it will not help, because according to tradition, the new clan leader must be his own man.
But the powerful men had already followed the clan leader on the expedition, and those who were left behind were either useless or extremely cowardly.
"Mr. Yan, what do you say? Are you sending someone out to check or something? You should speak up."
Another older man stood up suddenly and said angrily, "Who are you, how dare you talk to Mr. Yan like this."
The man who spoke also stood up, his eyes red. "My three sons all followed the clan leader on the expedition. Until now, no one has been seen alive or dead. Even if they are eaten by jackals, some bones must be left behind."
Yanshi waved her hands and said, "Stop arguing."
Although he doesn't take care of things on weekdays, he has some ideas under the influence of his ears and eyes.
"Let's do this. There are not many horses in the clan civil war. How about sending five hundred cavalry to check it out in two days?"
Everyone looked at me and I looked at you, and nodded, because there was no other way. If it was Xia Tian, there would be many ways.
Hundreds and kilometers away from the Dakun tribe, the two scouts hid their horses, lay down in the snow, and stared at the camp in the distance with binoculars.
Observing from this position has almost reached the limit of human vision, but with a telescope, detection becomes much easier.
Be safe with simplicity.
At this time, one of the soldiers who was eating cooked dough cursed.
"I'm going to die. This dough is harder than my knife." The soldier touched his sore teeth with a look of helplessness on his face.
Another soldier holding a telescope said with a smile, "Some of it is good to eat. Cut off a little with a knife, melt it in your mouth, and then swallow it. Now use lime to cook the can, even the blind can see it."
The soldier had no choice but to pull out his dagger and cut the dough hard, then put the cut pieces into his mouth. He choked on the food and even grabbed a handful of snow.
"There is a situation." The soldier holding the telescope said softly.
The soldier who was eating the dough was almost frightened and immediately choked and rolled his eyes. He didn't dare to be careless and hurriedly picked up the binoculars to check.
What appeared in the eyes of the two people was that horses began to appear in the camp one after another. A large number of Ding Ling people began to hoof Matthew, brush the horse's back, and some even took the horses out for a walk.
"I counted 450 to 500 riders."
"I counted around 550~~~!"
The soldier put the dough in his arms, patted his companion and said, "I'm going to inform the general first, don't leave here."
"Okay, go and come back quickly!"
The soldier quickly found his horse and rode slowly towards the camp. After running for several miles, he started to speed up. .
At this time, Yang Gan happened to be on the ice of Lake Baikal. Everyone wore simple skates and found a relatively smooth place to skate.
Yang Qian sometimes thinks, if he had known this place was like this, he would have had goggles and pure steel skates, how cool it would have been.
Although it was now -30 to 40 degrees below zero, instead of feeling cold, everyone was sweating and feeling slightly hot.
"Report~~~~!"
A hurried order sounded, and Yang Gan began to walk back, while Ran Jing took the lead in talking to the scout.
After a while, Ran Jing came over and said, "Your Majesty, the scouts have sent word that the people from the Dakun tribe have begun to prepare the war horses. It will probably take a day or two."
"How many?" Yang Qian had already prepared for such a situation. With two thousand cavalry, there would be no one alive or dead in a few days. How could he not come to search for them?
"500~600 ride~~!"
Yang Gan smiled and said, "At this time, please pay attention to me."
Ran Jing understood that the king was testing himself again. After thinking for a while, he said, "We are well prepared. With only 500 cavalry, we will definitely be able to withstand it well."
Yang Qian said noncommittally, "It is indeed an effective method."
"Ran Jing, how come you are also a young man, so why are you so steady in fighting? Sometimes young people need to be strong-willed, otherwise you would not be called a young man."
Ran Jing asked, "What should I do, Your Majesty?"
"Looking at the tracked horse hoofprints, it would take about three hours at the fastest from the Dakun tribe to our place. On the way, they will pass through at least three bends, and there are places where the rocks are uneven with the ground. It is better to ambush A wave?"
Ran Jing wondered, "Why don't they come over the ice? Your Majesty said that marching in a straight line is the simplest and most effective way to save food and grass."
Yang Gan shook his head and said, "This place is different from the Central Plains. The ice of Lake Baikal is thick and it is impossible to break the ice using ordinary methods."
"But what about war horses? If a large number of war horses walk on the ice, the horses' hooves will easily slip and the uneven ice will easily break."
"In such an environment, once a chain reaction of ice breaking occurs, the five to six hundred cavalrymen will be completely trapped in the lake."
Ran Jing looked at Yang Qian with admiration. He could lead an army on his own, but for some reason, he always felt stupid when he was around Jun Shang.
"Your Majesty, how can we predict when they will arrive? After all, this place is not like the Central Plains. The soldiers will not be able to survive for a few days."
Ran Jing is not Wu Xia Amen. Lying in the snow at minus 40 to 30 degrees Celsius, he will freeze into ice in a short time.
"You come with me."
Yang Gan took the lead and headed towards the tent where the prisoners were held. After torturing a few people again, he got the information he wanted and smiled at Ran Jing.
"According to their tribe's custom, they will set off in the morning two days after preparing their war horses. It is estimated that they can reach the last ambush point before noon."
Yang Gan pondered for a while and said, "I can't say, because the current environment is not the most favorable for cavalry, so I advocate using foot to control cavalry. We have bows and crossbows, which are our biggest support."
"Why not ambush at the second intersection?"
Yang Gan smiled mysteriously and said, "If it were me, then I would divide the five hundred people into two teams, one team of four hundred people, and use a concave shape as an ambush at the third opening."
"The second team consists of one hundred people. When the enemy passes by, throw some gravel into the second ambush point. It's best if you can kill a few. After scattering the stones, retreat to the first ambush point. Kill the escaping guy.
"In this way, we can both carry out an ambush and carry out effective defense."
Ran Jing was silent for a moment and said, "Your Majesty, if we are defeated, we will not be able to escape."
Yang Gan said disdainfully, "With our weapons and powerful soldiers, we can still lose to a fishing and hunting nation, so what do I need from you?"
After saying that, he walked towards his tent without hesitation. Ran Jing smiled brightly. That's right, steel arrowheads can cause great damage to leather armor.
Leather armor can't even withstand the stray arrows of steel arrowheads. The clues of these conditions can be seen from the corpses.
Two days were enough for Yang Gan to prepare. After hiding the supplies, he took all the soldiers and set off towards the shoreline of Lake Baikal.
Zhang Yumeng and several other women without force were taken with him by Yang Gan because he was really worried about leaving them in the camp.
I have watched too many TV dramas, and the dangerous scenes in which the villains kidnap family members, and such old-fashioned tricks, would make people laugh out loud if it happened to me.
Time flies, and two days pass in the blink of an eye.
Almost all the Xuanjia soldiers in the camp had good food and drink, and the supplies in the lake were too abundant.
Meats such as canned food still need to be preserved carefully, but with five hundred mouths, they can't eat all the fish in the lake.
