In the evening of the next day, the team that had marched for more than 130 miles in a row finally stopped.

The Mongolians got off their horses and climbed up the mountain to hunt, while the people of Yusheng used simple fish nets to catch fish without worrying about not being able to catch them. Although there were fish-skin Tartars that caught fish along the rivers, there were too few humans living on this land, and the vast land was sparsely populated. Often, no one could be seen in a 50-mile day. It was normal for small tribes with only one or two hundreds of people within a hundred miles. During the prosperous Tang Dynasty and Liao Dynasty, there were complete banished prefectures and counties, but only

Just because of the mercy, the Central Plains dynasty had never really mastered this land. The northern regime established by ethnic minorities only had nominal dominance. It was only in the core areas, such as Zhaozhou, where post stations and prefecture cities were built, which were important towns in the Liao and Jin dynasties, but now it is also defeated. The cavalry took off their armor and military robes, wore rivers and nets, or simply took off all their strength, went down the river to catch them with their hands. In just a moment, fat white fish were thrown ashore.

Although the Mongolians were unwilling to go into the water, they were good at grilling fish by roasting lamb, and the fragrance blew around the camp.

Ma Wu, Baked Flower and others sat cross-legged on the grass beside the river beach, looking at the beautiful scenery as the sun sets, Ma Wu said to Baked Flower: "Taiji, I wonder if you saw the figure on the mountain just now?"

"I've seen it." Baked Flower said: "I think it's because of my identity that they bite it."

"Not necessarily." Ma Wu beat them up and said, "We beat them up so hard that Jianlu holds revenge, so he keeps stinging us."

"This is also possible." Baaohua frowned and said, "My subordinates have already separated by more than twenty people under such forced marches. If they continue to walk, they are afraid they will still be separated."

Ma Wu lowered his head, looked up at Baohua and said, "Taiji, I'm sorry, if the subordinates who can't even catch up with the march, it's not really a big deal if they can't follow."

The fried flower was speechless when she heard this. This sounded very rude and her tone was not very good, but he had to admit that what Ma Wu said was very reasonable.

If you can't even catch up with the urgent marches, what's the use of rushing?

The cavalry in front of me is obviously different from Yusheng. Their mental outlook is far better than those weak Mongolians, although the other party is the nation on the horse's back.

This morning, the gun cavalry held a simple funeral under the leadership of the officers. In the battle yesterday, the gun cavalry also suffered heavy losses. Thirty-one people died on the spot. Seven more people were seriously injured during the marching. Fortunately, in the evening, although a few people were still burning, they did not die under the bumps and hardships of the marching. I guess they would not die if they continued.

Nearly forty robes died, and it was impossible to carry the body with them. Baaohua and others watched Ma Wu take off the nameplate between the neck of the dead soldiers, with their names and troops number on the top. On the back were a simple description of their appearance and hometown records, plus a more detailed badge, the identity of the dead can be determined based on these two.

As for the pensions of the deceased, Ma Wu also explained to Chaohua. When he heard that the dead had such a generous pension, even Chaohua was amazed. He could only sigh that Zhang Han was so rich that no wonder he built such a powerful army in a short time.

Under the rising sun, a raging fire broke out in the valley. The soldiers replaced the robes of brothers who died in battle with clean linings, placed the bodies on them, and finally burned them to ashes, picked up bones and put them in jars.

Ma Wu said at the time that He Yusheng's rules were like this. No matter what, the remains of the robe in the battle-death robe must be brought back and buried in the military cemetery. They are worshipped in all seasons and are incense-prone. Only in this way can the soldiers remove distracting thoughts to the greatest extent on the battlefield and be brave enough to fight for He Yusheng's interests.

If you do something wrong in these things, human life is the most precious after all. If you have selfish thoughts and soldiers are still worried about their family or what’s happening behind them while fighting, who will really fight to the end?

When the fried flowers heard this, they remained silent for a long time.

Now it seems that He Yusheng's morale is still high, and he has not become low or anxious due to the fatigue of the marching and the situation of being chased. The opposite is that the morale of the Mongolians is very low, and it is easy to slack off when they get rid of the pursuit of future generations. At this time, we must see the function of daily training, and it is very obvious that the Mongolians have almost no training.

A day and night, the horses can be transferred or rested, and people have to lead the horses to walk when they are resting. This burden is indeed difficult to bear. By this time, the Mongolians have been left behind a lot. Some of them are really unable to keep up with their physical strength, and some are probably unable to hold on to their spirits.

In such a place with high and far away, you can go for a few months by hunting. You don’t have to worry about anything. Just take a detour to the place where herders gather before the snow falls in winter and have a way out. In this case, what is the meaning of persistence?

Fried Flowers murmured: "Actually, it's no wonder they are. It's still a bit too hard to march like this."

"Since we are soldiers," Ma Wu said seriously: "Isn't we just working hard at this time when we eat military pay and enjoy the hard work of the people?" Moreover, it's just a little harder now."

The fried flowers were quite speechless, but just saw a vague figure from above the valley in the distance. Thanks to the telescope in the hands of Ma Wu and others, the fried flowers also took one. This thing could keep the sight far away. The Jurchen spy might think that it could not be seen here, so he was not too careful when hiding his body, which exposed his traces.

If the spy had followed along, the main pursuer must be behind him. The fried flower gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, take an hour off and keep moving on with the torch."

"Yes." Ma Wu nodded and said, "It's okay if we don't have to rest for an hour and a half. We first cross the river and then cross the mountains in front of us. The cavalry here is difficult to move. After crossing the mountains, we will go north along the river. Jianlu will not catch up. We will stay here for a month or two, fishing and hunting for a living. When the wind passes, we will follow the road and return to the grassland."

"Good, let's do it." He was also very tired when he closed his eyes slightly.

On the night of the third day, after crossing two small rivers and climbing dozens of low valleys, everyone felt that there were still a few spies from Jianlu following more than ten miles later.

Xu Zhen planned to take some people back and ambush and kill the spy, but was stopped by Ma Wu.

The spy was very alert and had difficulty approaching. It was dozens of miles to come and go. It was difficult to catch up with the brigade again, and it might not be possible to kill all of them, which might be futile.

Ma Wudao: "The mountains in front of us are in danger. If you climb over, Jianlu will not chase after us again even if we know that we have crossed the mountains."

The mountains and rivers are all over the place. The lush grass and trees when walking along the river and the valley no longer exists. Wherever your eyesight is, the rocks and rocks are exposed on the surface. People lead the horse forward and feel that it is more difficult to walk. The horse's hooves are wrapped in cowhide. Even so, occasionally, some horses are stabbed and injured in their legs. They can no longer walk. They can only kill them and then push the horse's corpse down into the valley. The horse's corpse rolls down together with the gravel.

The higher the terrain, the more rugged and steep the terrain was. It was one of the famous mountainous areas in Chifeng area in later generations. The terrain was very steep. When climbing to the highest peak, people and horses formed a straight line, and horses and horses were connected by ropes. In the middle of the night, the weather became very cold. People covered their clothes on horses and shivered in cold weather. At the last moment, when Lin Nanxing looked up, he felt that the starry sky was above his head. The stars were shining and the moonlight was extremely bright. Without a torch, people could see the rugged mountain road and the figures of people and horses behind him. On this rugged mountain road, the army of hundreds of people felt just a long wriggling earthworm.

When they went down the mountain, the soldiers were blocked on a steep cliff.

Fried flowers and thought of a way. People untied the saddle of a pony, carefully banded the legs with cows and horses, then put the horse down the mountain, and then watched the blue horse less than two years old step on the gravel above the cliff and walked down carefully.

When people and horses got off together, Lin Nanxing said: We are willing to fight with arrows and stones, and our lives are not in our eyes, so why should we be afraid of going down the mountain?

The way down the mountain was extremely difficult and dangerous. People rode on horseback and leaned down. With every jump of the horse's hooves, they seemed to fall on the cliff at any time, falling down into the boundless abyss, and smashing to pieces. When they walked down, the bottom of the valley seemed to be far away from the horizon, and they looked dizzy when they looked down. When they looked down, the gravel kept falling and rolling down the mountain, making loud noises, which reminded people of the fate of the man who fell down. More than 90 Mongolians refused to follow them down. They watched the cavalry team slowly down the valley, and their hearts were filled with awe. After the wriggling long snake-like team slowly descended, the Mongolians on the top of the mountain still did not muster up the courage. They watched these fearless knights and a small number of Mongolians surrounded the frying Huataiji, slowly left the valley, and then galloped to the north.

At dusk, Zhang Han rode a horse and looked at the magnificent scene in front of him.

The grassland is green, and this is the best time on the grassland. The weather is not very hot during the day, and people also need to wear robes to block the wind, but the wind is not cold, and it makes people feel comfortable when they blow on their bodies. There is some coldness at night, just cover it with a little blanket.
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