And just over ten days ago,

To the north of the Yanshan Mountains, Yelu Abaoji and his group, who had been able to walk out of the mountains after a long journey, also looked at the wider meadows and low hills, and couldn't help but scream like howling and cheering. Some people even fell to the ground and were no longer willing to stand up.

Therefore, this journey of traveling through the Yanshan Mountains has exhausted most of their energy and energy; and in the constant lost and in the dangers, they have also lost most of their companions; so much so that the remaining dozen people are also unkempt, ragged and exhausted.

The only one who can support Coke drinking mountain springs and eating raw meat when hungry, after walking the journey of lifeless death is to bring the news back to the belief of their clan. Therefore, when they saw the familiar grassland scenery, two people quietly stopped breathing and never stood up again during the turbulent rest.

Yelu Abaoji could only endure the grief and sadness that surged in his heart again, and forced himself to cheer up to inspire others to continue moving forward; because only by bringing the news back to our department can we win corresponding glory and pensions for these comrades and tribesmen who died halfway, otherwise all efforts would be in vain.

However, when they continued to move to the first river they encountered, they could not see the tent that grazed here as usual; or they scattered in the mountains and fields to eat spring grass to restore their body fat, so as to accumulate strength for the summer to reproduce and accumulate energy.

The nomadic tents scattered along the border areas of Yan are basically divided into small groups like fence-headed territories between the Xi tribe, Khitan and the Lulong army in the Tang Dynasty; most of them are gathered by the herdsmen who cannot survive in their tribe or fleeing slaves.

Therefore, whenever there is any movement on any side, the first thing that is to be affected is their weeds; and the disappearance of these fragile and sensitive tents also means that Yelu Abaoji's plan to obtain supplements and help from them is gone; it immediately casts a deep layer of darkness in his heart.

However, relying on the stinky lactiflora meat brought out from the mountains, they crossed the river and continued to move forward. Two days ago, they came to a hill near a hill. This was also a temporary camp arranged by Abaoji to go south in the name of hunting in order to spy on the Tang land, and they installed their own spylinders in the nearby small part.

However, this time he saw only the burned camp wooden enclosure under the hills, the blood-stained tents dumped in the sludge, and the ravages of jackals and vultures, only traces of cleaning up tribal bones. At this moment, Yelu Abaoji's heart really sank.

Obviously, even though he paid a heavy price to travel through the Yanshan Mountains, he still came back one step late; this style of beheading and not capturing, even a bunch of junk items in the tent bag was not the most common among the grassland tribes;

For those who are relatively scarce in living environment and resources, except for the elderly who are burdened with their tiring work, they are both men, women, and children who are defeated, and they are all slave resources that can be reaped by grazing cattle and sheep, and will not be easily killed by randomly.

After receiving the bad news, the last dozen survivors following Yelu Abaoji left without saying goodbye that night; Yelu Abaoji, who was hit and frustrated, had no intention of stopping or retaining them at this moment; instead, after dawn, he also embarked on an unpredictable long journey of return with the last three tribesmen.

However, this time, the luck of Changshengtian finally could not favor him anymore; it was just the third day of walking out of the Yanshan Mountains; Yelu Abaoji and others who were covered in rags and felt like a scattered savage or a fugitive slave, but they met the Xi people's wandering whistle in the hills.

Subsequently, it attracted the Xixi tribes who had hatred and resentment with the eight Khitan tribes, and spontaneously followed the Lu Long army to take advantage of the situation to plunder. So Abaoji and others, who were desperate and exhausted, became prisoners of one of the small tribes, and then went to an unpredictable direction of fate.

At the same time, at the hinterland of the Songmo Governor's Office a hundred miles away, at the foot of Chishan Mountain in the middle of the Tuhuzhen River, there were already dust and fireworks everywhere. It was the Khitan settlements and seasonal winter and summer camps that had been attacked and burned down by the Lulong cavalry on Yili Road.

Therefore, looking from a high place, dense teams were walking through the fields of hills where wild flowers were blooming. The swords and guns of forests refracted the cold light in the sun. From time to time, teams of cavalry were circling around, with people roaring in front of and behind, laughter, oath, and talk mixed together, showing the lineup's prosperity and momentum like a rainbow.

This time, Lulong Town not only dispatched its direct Ya soldiers and Yanei Army, but also read the ten thousand bakus and eight thousand, the two thousand silver and reed capitals on the left and right, five thousand children behind the mountain (all vassals) and the states in front of the mountain united, guarded and captured eight thousand soldiers. There were also 17 counties along the way, and about 10,000 Tumen, the soldiers and the heroes who joined the army, and organized the five camps of Yicheng.

Therefore, within just a dozen days after leaving Yingzhou, they had successively captured the territory of the Xifu, Zhujin and Ruixi tribes, which belonged to the Eighth Khitan tribes, and beheaded one after another, and captured more than 10,000 cattle, sheep, animals and horses that had no time to escape were even tens of thousands. While they were constantly sending Yingzhou, they also allowed the army to eat every day.

At this moment, the army front of the Lulong army was located in the former capital of the Songmo Governor's Office, and one of the few large settlements and cities in the eight Khitan tribes. It was backed by Heiling and was close to the Raole River. It was only twenty or thirty miles away.

Here, as the Khitan troops who had gathered in the hilly valleys and were waiting for the battle, the leader of the Pinglu army encountered resistance and endless harassment, and suddenly became fierce and casualties doubled.

Because, compared with the unruly battles that had been driven straight into the Lulong army before, the Khitan troops, which had become united under the unified order of the king's tent, began to rely on the terrain and familiar environment, and frequently rode horses and light cavalry behind the mountains and hills, attacking the teams passing by.

They emerged without warning in groups, radiating the best bows and arrows or raiding the Lulong Army's baggage and the peripheral teams. After causing several casualties and chaos, they retreated without hesitation like the wind before the large group of people came to support and encircle the encirclement; just like they had done countless times.

However, in the face of this situation of obstacles and partial setbacks, Li Quanzhong, who was in the army, was not angry but happy; because this undoubtedly meant that the Khitans began to be anxious and desperate, that is to say, perhaps the Khitan tent and the other five troops gathered were preparing for a decisive battle not far from Songzhou in the past.

His original plan was to send troops to severely defeat and weaken the eight Khitan tribes, thinking that the letter of surrender to the Xin Dynasty and the gift of the lord of peace before ascending the throne. Therefore, he did not hesitate to restrain his subordinates to burn and kill the crossing, but gave up the search for most of the spoils, just to catch the army off guard.

If the eight Khitan tribes were afraid of scattering and avoiding the war or fleeing to the grassland west, then he could only think that he was not lucky; but if the Khitans wanted to win the battle with him, they would fall into his trap. At least in the dignified formation battle outside the Yanbian Frontier, the Lu Long's infantry and cavalry were not afraid of most challenges.

In terms of selfishness, he did not want the Taiping Army division who took advantage of the situation from Liaodong to attack the Khitan territory, and made his achievements in mobilizing the northern expedition be lost, and even divided the corresponding achievements and achievements. At this time, it was like his wishes came true, and a general brought him good news:

"Reporting to the commander, some of the six tribes of Dongxi are dissatisfied with the defeat of the Yaonian clan in Liaodong. They want to abandon the secret and join the Ming King's Army to protect themselves."

"And I am willing to make an appointment to turn against the enemy in the face of the battle. Now I send someone to send the Khitans to set up an ambush and fight."

“Is this news reliable?”

Li Quanzhong hesitated instead:

"The general came back to the emperor and the younger brother of King Dongxi. He had traveled to Yan and met someone in the army..."

The general replied:

"Okay, that's great..."

Li Quanzhong couldn't help but slapped his legs and said:

"The command of all the troops to move forward in a stepping forward with just one more effort to defeat the enemy. The men can drink and eat meat in the Khitan tent..."
Chapter completed!