This is a jungle not far from the grass slope. In the morning cold wind, Zhai Zhe followed Xiao Zhiyan to penetrate more than 200 miles of Tumochuan grassland, and then stayed here for almost a whole day.

The two of them were ready to return when the sun sets. Xiao Zhiyan said: "You see clearly that the patrol cavalry of the Chahar people passes twice a day from the bottom of the grass slope, once in the morning and once in the afternoon, and there are no Mongolian tribes nearby. Patrols like this should be a fixed warning and will not be changed easily!"

"What are we going to do!"

"Did you see that grass slope? We lie on the top of the grass slope and you can see patrol cavalry very early. You can avoid their sight by surrounding the top of the grass slope. When they approach, we rush down from the top of the grass slope and ambush them!"

Zhai Zhe swallowed and asked, "When?"

"Tomorrow! We took action in the afternoon, and waited for the Chahar people to find that it was already evening. There are many masters among the Mongolians who are proficient in tracking. In order not to cause trouble for the collection, we cannot go back immediately after the ambush. We need to spend the night in the grassland tomorrow night!"

"good!"

"Four people, you only need to deal with one!" Xiao Zhiyan said while fiddling the bowstring in his hand, "Remember, when killing people, you must relax and relax! When you get used to it, you will know that it is no different from eating and sleeping!"

Of course, Zhai Zhe could not agree with comparing murder with eating and sleeping.

The next day was cloudy. After the beginning of winter, the north wind was tightening one day, and the four fields were frozen. Both of them put on soft breast-protecting armor in their fur clothes, and they left early in the morning where they had been hidden in the mountains and forests the day before yesterday.

The waiting time was boring. Zhai Zhe rubbed his hands to relieve the cold while saying, "Will it snow today!"

"If it snows, today's plan will be cancelled. We cannot escape the tracking of the Mongols in the snow!" Xiao Zhiyan leaned under a poplar tree and held a dead grass in his mouth.

"Do you know what is the most important thing about ambush?"

Zhai Zhe thought about it and replied: "Patient!"

"Patience is important, but the most important thing is unexpected!" Xiao Zhiyan lay on the ground and listened carefully for a moment, then stood up and said, "The first wave of inspectors is here."

The north wind mixed with some wind and sand made the visibility of the grassland much less, and Zhai Zhe's vision was blurred. Of course, it was even more impossible to hear any sound in such a wind.

Seeing Zhai Zhe looking confused, Xiao Zhiyan lowered his head and said, "This is not something you can learn. When I was in Yulin Guard." He suddenly found that he had missed his mouth and stopped.

With such skill in speaking, Zhai Zhe had already seen the outlines of four Chahar cavalry in the wind and sand. The Mongolian soldiers were walking very fast. No one was willing to wander outside in this bad weather. Zhai Zhe couldn't help but hold the hilt of the knife. Xiao Zhiyan patted his shoulder gently and lowered his voice and said, "Take a deep breath! Relax!"

Zhai Zhe smiled self-deprecatingly and loosened his hand from the hilt of the knife. It turned out that waiting for a murder was more difficult than killing.

Watching the Mongolian soldiers leave, Xiao Zhiyan found a recess to shelter from the wind, lay on the soft land, and whispered: "Nervousness will consume too much energy and energy. You should relax when you wait."

Zhai Zhe knew that Xiao Zhiyan was demonstrating himself, and he was still an apprentice in the field of war.

It was cloudy and there was no sun, so the exact time could not be accurately identified. As the time was almost over, the two of them ate two dried cakes, poured a few mouthfuls of cold water from their skin, and climbed up to the top of the grass slope on the opposite side early. Xiao Zhiyan changed his previous lazy image, and his whole body seemed to be covered with clockwork and bowed in the withered soft grass. The two horses also leaned quietly on the grass under the comfort of their owners.

All you hear is the whistling wind

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58f0, I didn’t know how long I waited for. The sky became more and more gloomy. Xiao Zhiyan suddenly screamed: “Here you come!”

Zhai Zhe climbed up the hill and looked into the distance, and the four moving cavalry figures were blurred.

Xiao Zhiyan looked up at the sky, took off his longbow, and said, "What a good weather for ambush!"

The two retreated to a distance from the top of the grass slope, and began to move carefully, using the grass slope to cover their figures.

The Chahar cavalry and cavalry were getting closer and closer, and the two of them were approaching a week around the grass slope. The top of the grass slope was only three or four hundred steps away from the Chahar people's patrol route.

"I count one, two, three, you and I will get on the horse at the same time, you attack the second to last! Don't worry about the others!" Xiao Zhiyan's voice was as deep as it came from the bottom of his throat, "Remember, relax!"

"one two three!"

The two of them got on the horse almost at the same time, urging the war horses to climb up the top of the hill. The backs of the Chahar cavalry were close in sight. Zhai Zhe urged stirrups with his legs, and the war horse rushed down the top of the slope. The sound of the wind covered a lot of things. When Zhai Zhe was about fifty steps away from the last cavalry, the Mongolian cavalry had time to turn their heads.

Zhai Zhe didn't know where Xiao Zhiyan was, but only saw the Mongolian cavalry who was closest to him, who opened his mouth and had time to make a strange sound. A long arrow hit him in the face, and then fell off his horse like a huge rock falling into the water.

The distance of fifty steps was just a moment for the war horses that were added to the rapid. Zhai Zhe stared at the penultimate patrolman and cut down his long sword in his hand. The Chahar man had just had time to pull out his scimitar and reached out to block it in panic. A sharp metal collision sounded.

The Chahar people's scimitar could not withstand the huge force of Zhaizhe's use of the horse's power and fell off. Zhaizhe's knife passed away. The sharp blade directly slashed the man's arm, and blood splashed out everywhere. Zhaizhe's left chest immediately turned red, and even a few drops sputtered on his face, and the smell of blood came to his nose.

This knife used all Zhai Zhe's strength. After slashing, he staggered and unsteadily. When he adjusted his posture, he saw a scimitar of the Chahar cavalry in front of him, and then dodged.

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662f It was too late, and Zhai Zhe had only time to push the knife in his hand tightly and push it towards the man's chest and abdomen. A knife was like stabbing into a soft sponge. In a panic, Zhai Zhe only knew how to swing the knife desperately. After a long time, he realized that the knife that was expected to be cut at him did not fall.

After recovering from his senses, Zhai Zhe found that the abdomen of the man opposite had been twisted into a pile of mud by him, and a small arrow was inserted into his right arm. He looked around and the figures of Xiao Zhiyan and the last Chahar cavalry disappeared. Two Chahar corpses were lying on the ground, and a Mongolian with broken arms was lying on the ground with one hand tightly covering the wound, looking at himself with fearful eyes.

The battle ended almost instantly. Zhai Zhe felt that all his strength was exhausted. He just wanted to lie down so tired that he held his body with a long knife. The corners of his eyes happened to sweep the person he had just stabbed to death. His intestines had completely flowed out of his body, and he could not say anything disgusting. He could no longer control himself. He felt like a big stone was pressing on his chest. He opened his mouth and vomited out all the ancient cakes he had eaten for lunch with a "wow".

The Chahar man on the ground immediately turned over and rushed towards the nearest war horse when he saw the opportunity. Zhai Zhe seemed to be moving, but his legs seemed to be filled with lead and he was out of control.

"Relax!" Zhai Zhe silently said in his heart: "Relax!"

With such skill, everyone in Chahar with broken arms had already climbed onto the war horse. With less than ten steps, Zhai Zhe held the hilt of the knife and threw the long sword over, and was inserted into the back of the Chahar man. The body of the Mongolian soldier shook his horse and fell off his horse.

Zhai Zhe sat on the ground and gasped. After a while, the vague sound of horse hooves came into his ears. Zhai Zhe turned his head and saw Xiao Zhiyan leading another war horse back from the east, and a corpse was swaying across the horse's back.

Xiao Zhiyan came to the front of him and glanced at the battlefield. He saw the filth that Zhai Zhe spit out at a glance. He asked with a smirk: "How is it like killing?"

Zhai Zhe just shook his head there.

"I got used to it slowly!" Xiao Zhiyan approached and stretched out a hand to pull Zhai Zhe up, saying, "It is not suitable to stay here for a long time. We must leave as soon as possible. The scouts of the Chahar people are not easy to serve."

The two dragged four bodies into the hidden forest before, and one of them led another war horse to the southwest.
Chapter completed!