Chen Kan led his soldiers to escape from the Tatar camp that had been reduced to a sea of fire, and happened to encounter a scout team led by Cen Gu who was rushing towards them.
Unlike the fully organized large army, almost all of Cen Gu's men were injured, and even the original twenty men were now reduced by nearly one-third.
"Master Marquis, the Tatars have sent an advance force of 3,000 people to support us. If we get entangled, it will be bad."
The news that Cen Gu brought back made Chen Kan frown tightly. Three thousand people, if they had enough time, they could eat these three thousand reinforcements in one bite.
Unfortunately, there is a large army behind these three thousand people.
Cheng Feng and Zhou Shi who were following Chen Kan also had regretful expressions on their faces. Unfortunately, there was not much time left for them.
"Let's go."
Chen Kan shook his head at the two men and issued the military order to evacuate.
Zhou Shi took out a map and checked the direction. After Cen Gu and his scouts changed to good war horses, they ran towards the northeast.
Half an hour later, the Tatar reinforcements finally arrived at the exit of Sambulechawa.
The leader of these three thousand reinforcements was a young man about the same age as Chen Kan named Battle.
This name translated into Chinese means hero.
When Battle saw that the originally neat camp had turned into a sea of fire, with not even a single intact body left, he immediately angrily killed several of the scouts who went to report the news to his sword.
And those few scouts, when they were dying, did not seem to have thought that they did not die in the hands of the Ming army, but died in the hands of their own people.
After the young Battle hacked the scouts to death, he roared at the scouts he had brought with him with a ferocious look on his face: "Who will tell me where those two-legged sheep have gone?"
A scout tremblingly rode forward and reported in a trembling Mongolian voice: "General, the traces of those Han people fleeing are in the northeast direction. They seem to be planning to go behind the army."
"Chase me!"
Battle was very angry. A Ming army of about 2,000 people actually killed their army of 5,000 people in such a short period of time.
And those two-legged sheep dare to go deep into the grassland.
This is a shame.
Shame can only be washed away by the blood of those two-legged sheep.
Looking at the furious Battle, the scout warned tremblingly: "General, when we came here, the commander-in-chief told us not to act rashly."
"Fart, he, Abu, is a coward, but I, Bart, am not. I have a small group of two thousand cavalrymen. Could it be that the three thousand warriors under my command can't keep them on the grassland?"
Battle's eyes almost burst into flames, but when the scout saw Battle's appearance, he didn't dare to persuade him any more.
After all, the general was known for his violent temper, and he did not want to follow in the footsteps of his companions.
The furious Battle was so terrifying that no one dared to step forward to admonish him.
Seeing that no one of the warriors under his command raised any objection, he drew out the scimitar from his waist and shouted: "Young men, those two-legged sheep dared to go deep into the grassland with two thousand people, and they killed more than five thousand brothers under our noses." , You don’t take our warriors on the grassland seriously, can you swallow this breath, I won’t be able to swallow it anyway.”
Originally, a group of Tatar soldiers were still doubtful about whether to pursue the Ming army that had fled far away, but as soon as Bart's words came out, everyone immediately became angry.
Two thousand people went deep into the grassland and killed more than five thousand of their brothers. This was simply not taking them seriously.
It seems that these two-legged sheep have forgotten the fear of being dominated by the Golden Family.
"Can't swallow!"
A group of Tatar soldiers shouted angrily: "Kill, kill, kill!"
Seeing the improvement in morale, Bart nodded with satisfaction: "Since I can't swallow this breath, then let me take off the heads of those two-legged sheep and use their blood to pay tribute to these brothers who died in the battle."
"kill!"
"kill!"
"Kill the two-legged sheep..."
The morale of the Tatar soldiers was at an all-time high. Seeing this scene, even the scout who first admonished Battelle did not dare to move anymore.
But he knew very well that these three thousand people were chasing him to die, so he had to report Bart's disobedience to the commander quickly.
In the entire grassland, only the commander-in-chief can control Bart.
So, while Battelle was boosting the morale of the soldiers, he found a gap and turned around and ran away.
"coward."
Watching the scouts speeding away, Battle did not stop him.
He wanted to catch up with the Ming army and take revenge, but that didn't mean he was a fool.
Although he looked down on the scout's courage, he also knew that with the scout's report, Abu's support would quickly increase, and he would have a greater chance of making military exploits.
Watching the scouts run away, Battelle looked back at the soldiers with high morale, and shouted: "Soldiers, sons, and warriors on the grassland, follow this general to catch up with the Ming army, chop off their heads, and cleanse them." The shame these two-legged sheep bring upon us.”
It has to be said that Battelle knows how to mobilize. When a group of Tatar soldiers roared after him, their morale suddenly became higher.
After completing the pre-war mobilization, Battelle took the lead in turning his horse's head and chased in the direction where the Ming army was fleeing.
Then, the heavy sound of horse hooves sounded on the grassland.
...
In just two hours, Chen Kan had led his soldiers to run for hundreds of miles, far away from the Sambulek River, leaving the main Tatar force behind.
Perhaps because the war was approaching, or perhaps because all the young men on the grasslands were on the battlefield, they did not encounter any Tatar tribes along the way.
Fortunately, the food stolen from the Tatar camp in Sanbulechuan could barely sustain him for a while, so Chen Kan didn't have to worry about food for the time being.
After running to a safe area, Chen Kan finally ordered everyone to rest on the spot.
By the way, the bodies of the soldiers who died in the battle were also cremated. It was always easier to run away with the ashes than with the corpses.
After a while, the aroma of barbecue filled the grassland.
More than forty corpses were turned into a small pile of bone fragments in just an hour.
The soldiers who followed Cen Gu to intercept and kill the Tatar scouts only had their identity plates left, and there was nothing they could do about it.
After paying homage to the fallen soldiers and replenishing some water and dry food, Chen Kan planned to continue to outflank them in the northeast direction.
Now that they were in the grassland, they couldn't stay in one place too long, otherwise they would run the risk of being made dumplings.
But before Chen Kan set out, he heard news from the scouts that the three thousand reinforcements sent by the Tatars were still chasing them. The two armies were only thirty miles apart.
Chen Kan was greatly surprised. He did not expect the Tatar army to be so resilient.
After hearing the news brought by the scouts, a group of generals suddenly showed bloodthirsty eyes. They did not expect that the other party would dare to chase them all the way with only three thousand people.
"Master Marquis, do you want to turn around and eat these three thousand Tatars?"
Cheng Feng licked his tongue, his eyes full of violence and bloodthirsty, and he looked like a villain among villains.
Chen Kan was afraid of glancing at him angrily, and said angrily: "Please calm down your expression, so that unsuspecting people may think that we are the villains."
Cheng Feng scratched his head and asked, "Aren't we the same?"
A single question silenced Chen Kan, and also silenced a group of senior generals.
It seems that on the grassland, they belong to the invading party.
"Jiejiejie..."
Chen Kan suddenly laughed nervously, and a sinister expression suddenly appeared on his face.
All the generals were instantly frightened when they saw this.
"Master Hou, don't be like this, I'm afraid."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah!"
Cheng Feng's words immediately attracted a burst of agreement.
Chen Kan broke through the attack in a second, then narrowed his eyes and said: "In that case, it is okay for us to be villains for once, but now, we are still too close to the main force of the Tatars."
Fang Xu came up to him and said, "What do you mean by the Marquis?"
Chen Kan shrugged: "Of course we will continue to escape. If we distance ourselves from the main force of the Tatars, and the three thousand Tatar troops still chase us, then we will eat them. If we don't chase, we don't need to worry about it." .”
As soon as Chen Kan said this, everyone's faces showed a look of understanding.
They came to the grassland to cause destruction, not to fight the Tatars head-on. To stab the Tatars in secret is what they should do.
After everyone reached an agreement and sent the returning scouts out, Chen Kan got on his horse and continued to start the Thousand Miles Escape mode.
The sun gradually turned westward, and a turbid river appeared in front of everyone. This was the Little Yellow River upstream of Mangshui.
The Little Yellow River is a seasonal river. It only rises when there is abundant rainfall in summer. It is midsummer now, and looking at the wide Little Yellow River, it seems that it is not much different from the real Yellow River.
Seeing this river means that everyone has set foot in the core area of the Tumut Grassland. If they continue to move forward, the chance of encountering the Tatar tribe will greatly increase.
When he heard the scout report that the Tatar troops were still following behind, Chen Kan couldn't help but slow down his horse.
No one would feel comfortable if a tail suddenly appeared behind their buttocks, and Chen Kan was no exception.
But now is not the time to deal with this tail, so even though he feels uncomfortable, Chen Kan still has no intention of fighting with the Tatars who are catching up.
A ride came from the end of the grassland. It was the scout sent by Chen Kan to explore the road.
After a while, the man rode up to Chen Kan.
"Master Marquis, we found a Tatar tribe sixty miles ahead. Judging from the size, it is about ten thousand people. It is a large tribe."
After listening to the scout's report, Chen Kan suddenly grinned: "Brothers, we don't have to sleep in the wilderness tonight."
A large tribe of ten thousand people is a rare super-large tribe even on the grassland.
But Chen Kan was sure that there were no young people in that tribe. Now the northern Yuanbei had to deal with the three Duoyan guards, the south had to confront the Ming Dynasty, and the west had to fight with the Oara tribe inextricably.
How could a large tribe with tens of thousands of people not be drafted?
