Zhai Zhe led fifty cavalry soldiers to break out of the Mott camp, and Geriletu sent him ten miles.

A scout had long informed the Han cavalry, Xiao Zhiyan, Zuo Ruo and others to lead their troops to join us.

After the two teams gathered, Xiao Zhiyan looked at Zhai Zhe left and right, with a look of concern on his face and asked, "What about the Tumotes, right?"

Zhai Zhe was a little moved, shook his head and smiled, "With you here, they dare not act rashly."

Everyone walked along the way and told him that Zhai Zhe told Omubu Khan's attitude as the truth, asked Xiao Zhiyan, Zuo Ruo, Lei Yanqian and others what their thoughts were.

"In this way, we can't stay in the grassland from the long run." Zuo Ruo saw it thoroughly.

Zhai Zhe nodded and said, "I'm afraid that's the case, it's not easy to go back to the Ming Dynasty." From the moment Lin Danhan died and the moment Amur decided to surrender, he had already had a foresight that today, and the risky plan later failed, and the huge gap in strength between the two sides could not be compensated.

"Go back to Hanzhai first!" The big dark horse leaped forward hooves.

The generals behind him were all shrouded in their hearts. Do they really want to escape into the Ming Dynasty and become bandits?

Nowadays, bandits are rampant in the Ming Dynasty, and entering the border may not be more difficult than being on the grassland. It is just that being forced to go to that point is completely different from Zhai Zhe's original intention of going out of the border.

More than 4,000 cavalry moved towards the Baba camp towards the Tokto grassland. The cavalry paced slowly and the atmosphere was depressing.

Fifty miles behind the Han cavalry, a row of Mongolian light cavalry followed quietly.

Geriletu was ordered by Omubu Khan to monitor the departure of the Han cavalry. They would patrol the Tokto grasslands and be alert until the Jurchen army arrived.

The flag of the Han tribe was flying in front of him. Looking into the distance, he had been dating with the Han tribe for four or five years, and he really didn't want the two sides to part ways.

On the east side of the Tokto grassland, the Han cavalry turned southwest to the mountains and headed towards the Han village in Helinger. Geriletu stopped at the horse until the Han cavalry was no longer visible in sight.

Not far from the forest, Zhai Zhe ordered the Han cavalry army to station, and he had already known that there was someone following him.

The scouts were spread thirty miles away to be vigilant, and the barracks were stationed in an orderly manner. In two or three years, Zuo could inject all his efforts into this cavalry, and the Han arches and horses could not catch up with the Mongols, so they could only make up for it with discipline.

The Tokto Grassland is close to the Yellow River and is the best pasture for the grassland.

Since the Mongolian army in northern desert moved south, in order to keep it secret, Omubuhan migrated all herders here to the south of naturalization.

The grassland was dead, and after Geriletu led a thousand cavalry westward for sixty or seventy miles, he felt something was wrong, and he always felt like he was being peeped in the dark.

Geriletu had a keen sense of smell and aroused vigilance in his heart. At this time, only the Jurchens might appear here.

He stopped at the horse and pointed to the vigorous hillside ahead, "The army stopped first, you can explore there!"

One hundred scouts obeyed the orders and went there. If the Jurchens came, they must immediately report it. This was the order of the Khan.

The grassland is flat, and only a few grass slopes that ridge on the ground block the view. There is such a large grass slope in front of you.

The three thousand men in Ekan were hiding in the deep grass behind the grass slope. He took Dorgon's order and headed straight for naturalization overnight. Finally, he found such a camp in Tokto where he could hide his whereabouts.

In another day, you can reach naturalization, and E Kan's tired soldiers are ready to rest.

The scout who was lying on the top rushed down and reported: "A team of Mongolian cavalry came from the grassland opposite!"

E Kan stretched on the grass and asked, "How many people?"

"More than a thousand people."

E Kan quickly stood up and followed the scout carefully to the top of the slope. He saw the defeated scout coming in his direction, and there were a thousand cavalrymen far away.

1000

Wait and see.

E Kan yawned and pointed at the approaching scout camp, "Sorry the Forward Battalion to kill them!" In the past six months, he has never fought a war happily, and has been held back at the Yellow River Ferry, and he can no longer help it.

The Jurchens led their horses uphill, pressed their war horses to the ground, waiting for the Mongols to take the bait.

When the scout was about to step onto the grass slope, bows and arrows flew behind the grass slope, and more than a hundred cavalrymen rushed out.

Geriletu's scout camp was caught off guard, and more than a dozen people were shot first. When the others saw that the situation was not good, they turned around and fled.

The dozens of miles away Geriletu was clearly seeing that more than a hundred Jurchens were chasing their scouts, and immediately urged the team of people to come and respond. He could not have watched the scout camp be hunted down completely.

The Jurchens were not timid because they were few and rushed towards the Mongols who were ten times more likely to be themselves. Geriletu suddenly felt doubts and waved his hand to order the cavalry to stop.

The grass slope was like a huge monster, as if it was spreading its fangs waiting for him to come forward.

"retreat!"

Griletu suddenly ordered.

The Mongolian cavalry team turned their horses' heads, and in the morning when they looked back, Geriletu saw the forehead of the war horses appearing on the top of the grass slope.

E Kan waved his long sword, opened his bloody mouth, and shouted: "Chasing!"

Three thousand Jurchens chased closely towards Geriletu.

E Kan was furious and secretly complained in his heart that the Mongols were too alert. It was very difficult to catch up with the Mongols who were good at such a distance.

The Tumots' cavalry were like horses meeting tigers, and they panicked and went east. When they ran away, they formed a mess for a day, and the scout camp was almost dead under the Jurchens' bows and arrows.

The two rows of cavalry were about twenty miles apart and galloped with all their strength.

In recent days, the Jurchens have been tired, and the distance between the two sides has become farther and farther away. E Kanhen’s teeth are itchy and can’t eat the flesh of his mouth. So he let go and feel unwilling to accept it.

"I can't catch up!" The deputy general shouted, "The Mongolians are like cunning rabbits."

"Then we must also drive them into naturalization so that the Tumotes know that we are here." E Kan had no intention. If he couldn't eat his opponent, he could see his opponent panic.

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31cuo's appearance also has a unique taste. The 50,000 or 60,000 Mongolian coalition forces at the Yellow River Ferry did not dare to attack the Jurchens. What else can he worry about at this moment?

The two sides were getting closer and closer to Linger, and E Kan showed off his might and shouted loudly.

In the jungle where Linger and Tokto, chasing the flanks of both sides, a cavalry of eight hundred men suddenly rushed out.

The cavalry was skilled in horse skills, followed both sides while galloping, and gradually moved closer to the Jurchens.

Both sides discovered this cavalry of unknown origin.

"Han cavalry!" Geriletu headed on the Mercedes-Benz's horse, and Zhai Zhe left the Tokto grassland shortly after, why did he return again?

The newly emerging cavalry was four hundred steps away from the Jurchens, and someone shot bows and arrows into the air to provoke. E Kan was furious and immediately ordered: "Split the troops in three Niulu and kill them."

Three thousand cavalry divided into two, and more than one thousand deputy generals changed directions and rushed towards the flanks.

Xiao Zhiyan controlled the war horses, and the eight hundred cavalrymen lowered their speed. When the Jurchens got a mile away, they urged their knees and shouted: "Run!"

Eight hundred cavalry rushed towards the Jurchens, and the two sprinting cavalry were getting closer and closer. Three hundred steps away, Xiao Zhiyan made a sharp whistle, and the cavalry turned right and went out in a diagonal arc to the east. The two teams of cavalry intersected, Xiao Zhiyan was lying on the saddle, and he would not miss the action when two arrows were shot in a flash.

Both sides shot archery and each other fell off the back of the speeding horse.

The Jurchens were originally going to have a frontal impact, and shot out the sparse arrows, and suffered a small loss.

"Let's go!" Xiao Zhiyan waved his bow on the war horse, and the cavalry followed Geriletu's footsteps in the direction of naturalization.

Not far away, the four thousand cavalry formations were waiting closely on the route of the two sides.

On the dark horse, Zhai Zhe was eager to try and asked Zuo Ruo beside him: "You said that if we killed these Jurchens, will the Ming Dynasty accept us?"

"It may not be easy to use, but with the money, there may be some hope." Zuo Ruo was obviously not that optimistic.

"After fighting this battle, there is no place for us to live in this grassland." Zhai Zhe expressed a hint of nostalgia in his words. A few years ago, he left Zhangjiakou and went out of the frontier with confidence. In three or four years, he re-understood the world in this grassland. He still insisted on it, and what he wanted to do would be in the distance.
Chapter completed!