Chapter 55                                                             �

Zhou Mengchen said, "No need, I'm under the escort of the army, what other guards do I need? In addition, lead my horse over."

Although I don’t understand what Zhou Mengchen meant, someone still led Zhou Mengchen’s mount over.

Zhou Mengchen's mount was a docile mare, not a war horse. But it was also very spiritual. After being led by Zhou Mengchen, it used its head to urge Zhou Mengchen.

Zhou Mengchen gently touched the horse's hair and whispered: "I'm sorry."

Then he drew his sword in his hand and stabbed the horse with a sword. The horse had no time to scream. He had no idea why his master suddenly turned against him and fell to the ground.

Zhou Mengchen felt a little sad, but he didn't care. Today, he didn't know how many soldiers under his command would die in battle, even including him. How could he have the intention to take care of a horse?

Zhou Mengchen said, "I can't use this beast today, so I will specially give the soldiers extra meals."

Everyone knows that the amount of horse meat must be insufficient, but a horse cannot be more than anything else. It is more of a determination by Zhou Mengchen. He is here today, living and dying with the army and never escaping.

Then Zhou Mengchen said, "Today is simple. Although the Tartars may attack, I won't leave you." Xu Wei immediately ordered the horse meat to be divided.

The fuel was insufficient. Although Xu Wei tried his best to raise the situation and even took the risk of leaving the army and cutting a few trees over, it was still insufficient. Therefore, the horse meat was very light in the heat, with bloodshot inside, and a lot of horse meat had some charred charcoal outside.

Zhou Mengchen took one piece and ate it in half.

The taste is really hard to describe. The bloody smell of horse meat, the baking flavor, and some salty flavor are just something that can be eaten. Zhou Mengchen even felt that there was something that was not roasted at all, and it was no different from raw meat.

But for soldiers and the people, it is great to be able to eat one meal a year.

Zhou Mengchen had eaten horse meat and took a sip of water.

This is another worrying place in Zhou Mengchen. There is no water source on this nameless high slope.

This is actually very normal. After all, this is not a mountain, and it can't even be mentioned as hills. It's just that the terrain is slightly ups and downs. Although everyone brings water, it's really a problem over time. Zhou Mengchen has to start saving water.

No one knows how long this battle will last, maybe it will end today. Maybe it may not end in three days.

But Zhou Mengchen knew one thing, that is, the longer the time, the better it was for him.

At this time, Zhou Mengchen suddenly felt that "the ambition to eat the meat of the barbarians, and the blood of the Huns is thirsty" may not be exaggerated, because in many cases, in extreme battlefield environments, the most easiest food and water to obtain is probably the flesh and blood of the enemy and one's own flesh and blood.

He murmured in his heart: "Ma Fang, where are you?"

Now Ma Fang is on the way here.

He had already received news that Zhou Mengchen's headquarters fought fiercely with the Tartars in the southeast of Baidengshan.

But before that, Ma Fang, who had been in a hurry, became silent after hearing the news.

"General, where is Lord Zhou fighting? How can we stop?" the generals below said one after another.

Ma Fang's troops can be said to be Zhou Mengchen's direct descendant.

Zhou Mengchen's inclination towards the cavalry and the relationship between Zhou Shangwen and Zhou Mengchen also made this army consciously labeled Zhou Mengchen.

Therefore, the one who is most proactive in executing Zhou Mengchen's orders is Ma Fang's army.

Ma Fang said, "We came out of Datong, first went to Yanghekou, and then turned around. In the past two days, we have already traveled three or four hundred miles. Aren't you tired?"

The following said: "If we are not tired, we can run another three or four hundred miles."

Ma Fang scolded, "Nonsense. Do you think I don't want to save Lord Zhou. I was also promoted by Lord Zhou and a student of Lord Zhou. But I know even more that Lord Zhou is not at all dangerous now. Qi Jiguang's step formation dares not say that it is indestructible, but it is not something that the Tartars can conquer in two or three hours."

"You are so arrogant that you can run three or four hundred miles apart, and you can bear it. Can your horses bear it? The Tartars have two horses, or even three horses. This is the reason why they can be elusive. If we can't learn it, just be honest. Cherishing horsepower is the first principle of cavalry."

"Also, don't think that everything will be fine if we run over. After running over, the battle will begin. What's the use of being trapped and running over? So our primary task is to sleep. Hold your horse, just like holding your wife, and go to sleep for an hour."

"After an hour, set off."

Ma Fang dared not get too close to the battlefield. Because the Tartars are not fools, they will also send horses to guard. The closer they get to the core, the more horses they explore. Here, Ma Fang can avoid Tartars' horses by relying on her familiarity with the terrain, but it is not very good to get close to it.

One hour later, in the afternoon, when they rushed to the battlefield in large numbers, it was dark for more than an hour. Ma Fang thought about exploding the strongest combat power before it was dark and defeating the Tartars with one blow. If it was daytime, they still had a chance to reorganize, but by night, many things changed.

At night, night battles are difficult to fight, let alone reorganize after the defeat. Therefore, the Tartars are likely to be defeated and retreat north of the Great Wall before they can be repaired.

This kind of war is naturally not as pleasant as swallowing the Tartars in one bite, but the problem is that the strength of Datong Town cannot do this at all. We can only settle for the second best to fight a defeated battle.

Ma Fang's idea was good, but he was also worried. That was to use Zhou Mengchen's troops as bait to destroy the strength of the Tartars, and then give Ma Fang a chance to kill with one blow. It was to take Zhou Mengchen to a dangerous place, but he was in a safe place.

This is a taboo in the officialdom.

It was not unaware of Ma Fang. But he knew even more that if he appeared on the battlefield in advance, he would probably turn this battle into a melee of losing both sides. However, the Tartars roamed soldiers were everywhere, and the crops might be affected. The most important force in Datong, namely the cavalry, would also suffer great losses, which would not be worth the loss.

Deep in Ma Fang's heart, he still has the idea of ​​cavalry-oriented, which means that in Ma Fang's heart, the importance of cavalry is far greater than that of infantry, artillery, etc., which is the most important. In his opinion, using infantry to fight against Tartar cavalry is to use the following four to the other four.

It's a very clever strategy.

It’s not that Ma Fang had thought of sending people to contact Zhou Mengchen, but Zhou Mengchen was actually surrounded. The surroundings seemed empty, but there were a large number of Tartar raids. The success rate of sending people to deliver letters was almost zero. If the intelligence was intercepted by the Tartars, the consequences would be even more unimaginable.

After thinking about it, the only way was to do this. But once he came, he couldn't help feeling uneasy. He could only say in his heart: "Mr. Zhou has always been generous and I don't think he would punish me for this matter." But although Ma Fang thought so in her heart, she was still a little nervous.

But no matter how uneasy he was in his heart, he still gritted his teeth and decided to do so.

Because he himself may not have noticed that his hatred for the Tartars far exceeded his desire for promotion and wealth. This incident today is a clear proof. He would rather offend his immediate superior than fight for the greatest damage to the Tartars.

Ma Fang is making final preparations for today's battle.

The second round of war has begun.

The battlefield in the middle was not long, and it was not that Zhou Mengchen wanted to fight. Xiao Qin wanted to fight, and Xiao Qin sent a Tartar cavalry that had been behind him, as if she wanted to use her powerful military advantage to take turns to defeat Zhou Mengchen's troops in one fell swoop.

However, the first thing that comes is not the bow and arrow, but a person.

But I saw a horse riding a hundred steps away from the military formation and shouting at the top of my voice: "Mr. Zhou, you are a famous minister in the world. The Zhu family's court is incompetent and unruly, and the people are living in poverty. My Khan is wise and powerful, and the Mongolian power is rising like the sun. It is said that good birds choose trees to live in, and good ministers choose masters to work. As long as the Lord is willing to abandon the darkness and turn to the light, my Khan will treat him with a title."

Before Zhou Mengchen could speak, several sharpshooters shot over and asked the visitor to escape. The man ran and shouted at the top of his throat: "I am the King of Datong. Zhou Mengchen, listen, one day, I will take revenge, ah----"

It seemed that he was caught in an arrow and was taken back to the Tartar formation by a horse.
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