Chapter 269 Chase

Temujin was eager to save his son, thinking that the remaining nine hundred people he led would definitely rescue Shu Chi, but he seemed to have forgotten that there were still nine hundred people from Ding Chuan who were staring at him in the south... Temujin remained motionless, and Ding Chuan was also happy to regain his energy. Now Temujin moved, Ding Chuan immediately brought the guards to press forward.

In history, Shu Chi stood up for Temujin and made great achievements. If there was no deviation in history, he would follow Genghis Khan to attack the Jin Dynasty in five years, and with Chagatai, Wogedei to conquer Yunnei, Dongsheng, Wu, Shuo and other states. Seven years later, Shu Chi led his army to attack Jin again in large numbers, and with Chagatai, Wogedei led the Right Army to destroy the prefectures and counties on the east and west sides of Taihang Mountain. Ten years later, the Giligis tribes resisted the Mongolian recruitment, and Shu Chi was ordered to go out to conquer the tribes of the people in the forest of Geeligis and Shihe from the west to Yeer.

Temujin also gave the northwest tribes to him at that time. Twelve years later, Shujie followed Temujin to the west to fight with Chagatai, and Ogedei was ordered to stay with Edara. After the city was broken, Shuchi advanced to Samaergan and met Temujin. Temujin ordered him to Chagatai, and Ogedei attacked Yulongjie Chi City, the capital of Hualazim (now Urgenki, Turkmenistan).

Temujin later enfeoffed all the sons. As the eldest son, Shu Chi was the most western part. All the conquered areas in Hai'ao were his. But history is history after all, and Han Zhongwei could travel through time. It would be impossible for Shu Chi to make another achievements. At this moment, Temujin came to rescue Shu Chi regardless of the danger behind him, but unexpectedly, Shu Chi was dying. Shu Chi had many iron nails and iron pieces on his legs, and the most serious thing came from his face. His right eye was shot in by an iron nail, and half of Shu Chi's eyeballs were exposed outside.

"Shu Chi, you have to hold on, I will let you heal your wounds." Temujin hugged Shu Chi in his arms, and the turbid tears in his eyes kept dripping. Temujin, the famous prairie master, cried like a tearful person at this moment.

"Father, I can't do it anymore. You can go quickly, the farther you go, the better. The firearms of the Xixia people are too powerful. The Qiyan tribe cannot be their opponent before they get the firearms." Shu Chi was alive, but he was worried about the safety of the Qiyan tribe. At this moment, the gap between father and son disappeared, and the long-lost father-son family affection finally reappeared in their hearts.

"No, I want to go with you, your injuries will definitely be cured," Temujin shouted sadly and angry. During this period, the relatives around him died one after another. No matter how strong Temujin was, facing his eldest son dying, he could not stand it even if he was hit by the iron.

"Father, I am a redundant person. It is my best destination to die for the Qiyan tribe. Now that the enemy is powerful, fighting hard with them will only damage the Qiyan tribe. My father should avoid his edge, rather than fight with him." Shu Chi's voice became lower and lower, and as the blood passed, his life was gradually ending.

"Shu Chi, you are my eldest son, both in the past, now and in the future. No matter whether you can survive or not, your son will be my third grandson." Temujin also knew that Shu Chi was powerless, so he could only comfort him to the fullest.

"Thank you... Father, my son has no regrets now." Shu Chi's eyes lit up. When he finished speaking, he loosened his hands and thrust his feet. This brave general who should have made unparalleled achievements will meet the heaven of immortality.

Although Temujin was used to life and death on the battlefield, he still couldn't accept it when he saw his eldest son die with his own turn.

"Khan, the Xixia people will catch up soon."

"Go to the goddamn Xixia people, sound the horn of attack and rush for me. Even if it is dead, it will rush into the camp of Xixia people." Temujin roared with grief and anger on his face.

The blood of the Qiyan tribe was aroused by Temujin's words. They pulled out the scimitar, screamed, and rushed towards Ding Chuan's guards. At this time, they could find that these people had red eyes and excited faces, regardless of the javelins and grenades thrown by the guards. They had only one target, move forward, move forward, and then move forward.

Ding Chuan was not panicked when he saw Qiyan's tribe attacking him as if he was desperate. He strictly followed the practice, first throwing a javelin, then a grenade, then a crossbow, and preferably a saber. The cooperation of Qiyan's tribe was also perfect. After the three-wheeled javelin was thrown, Qiyan's tribe fell down by about 300 people. With the explosion of the grenade, Temujin's body sharply reduced to less than 200 people.

Although the war horses of Qiyan's tribe are no longer afraid of loud noises, the iron nails and iron pieces flying around will occasionally hit these largest war horses. Once injured, even the best-trained war horses will lose control. If even the horses are controlled, how can they start to kill the enemy?

Temujin took the lead, but surprisingly, he was not even injured at all. But when he was about to approach the guards, he suddenly realized that the Xixia army had been divided into two, with his own army as the center, diversion to both sides. Just like the rushing river water hitting a stone, although it could stir up a little wave, the stone would soon be swallowed by the river water.

When he turned around and found that his army had already lost eight pavilions in ten pavilions, he was shocked. What was he going to do? Should he be in a slump when encountering this setback? He brought Qiyan's tribe into a place that would never be restored?

Leave a useful heart to wait for the future, this is the same idea between Temujin and everyone who can still sit on the horse behind him. Not to mention fighting with such a Xixia army, not to mention death. If they were ambushed, they would not even see the shadow of the enemy. Now they can deeply understand why Hesar and Belegutai were defeated so thoroughly. Such an army should not exist in this world and this era, just as ordinary people would not fight with gods. In the eyes of these people, the Xixia army was no different from the gods.

"Sir, the Mongolian general with a beard just now was Temujin, the great khan from the Qiyan tribe."

Ding Chuan did not chase after him personally. He only ordered the two soldiers to chase him closely and must destroy the army. But he never thought that the pursuit army had just been sent out, and Lin Rufeng told him such explosive news.

"Really?" Ding Chuan looked regretful at this moment. The prince was most afraid of Temujin of the Qiyan tribe. Everyone was thinking, what a glorious thing it would be if he could present Temujin's head to the prince. But now Temujin had obviously met him, but he couldn't see it.

Ding Chuan had actually met Temujin, but the Mongols seemed to be basically the same to outsiders, especially their outfits were just the same, which made it difficult to tell. Moreover, Temujin's face was sad just now, and his face had been distorted and deformed. Even if Ding Chuan saw him in person, he might not be able to recognize him. Besides, how could he expect that the great khan from the Qiyan tribe had only brought a thousand people, and he dared to go deep into the south to spy on the news of the guards.

"It's true. I've asked many prisoners, and they all said it was Temujin." Lin Rufeng looked regretful. If Temujin could be taken down, he would have made great contributions this time. Fortunately, he also gained a lot. Temujin's eldest son, Shu Chi, became his own sword ghost, which is a considerable contribution.

"What are you waiting for? Report the letter to the prince immediately. The rest of the people will follow me and take down the old boy Temujin for me." Ding Chuan did not hesitate at all. Such an opportunity was hard to come by.

Han Zhongwei was also stunned after receiving the news. He was only a few miles away from Genghis Khan in history. What a pity. Now Ding Chuan has firmly grasped Temujin's tail. Can he take down the Qiyan tribe in one fell swoop? If that is the case, revitalizing the Song Dynasty will complete the most important and critical step.

"Prince, Ding Chuan only brought one group, why don't I take another group to support him?" Zhang Zhongtong also followed Han Zhongwei to the grassland this time. In recent years, he has been responsible for logistics support and industry. He should have been indifferent to fighting and killing. However, when he heard that Ding Chuan discovered Temujin, he couldn't help but feel excited. He was Han Zhongwei's confidant and knew very well that Han Zhongwei wanted to get rid of Temujin and then go quickly.

"No need, you may not be able to catch up with Ding Chuan now. Let's rescue Jamuha first. It is also surrounded by Qiyan's tribe. If I expected it, Temujin would probably go there." Han Zhongwei shook his head gently and rejected Zhang Zhongtong's suggestion. The horse was flat on the grassland, riding on the horse, and there was no trace of wherever I wanted to go.

Han Zhongwei ordered the return to speed and advance at full speed, and the target was aimed directly at the place where Jamukha was surrounded. Once Han Zhongwei's nearly 10,000 troops raised their speed, the scene was very spectacular, with thousands of horses galloping and endless, and the sound of horse hooves could be heard dozens of miles away.

Zhebe sat in the big tent and suddenly felt the table shaking. A trembling sound came from the ground, like the earth was shaking. Zhebe had extremely rich combat experience. He immediately lay on the ground and let his ears press on the ground. Soon, Zhebe stood up. At this time, his face was pale, as if he had a serious illness.

"Send my order right now..."

"Zhebaby, hurry up and prepare to face the enemy"

Zhebe was about to speak when his big tent was lifted open. When the two of them walked in, one of them shouted, "It was He Chiwen who had just returned."

"He Chiwen, aren't you going to take the big sweat? Where is the big sweat?" Zhebe looked out, but he didn't see Temujin's shadow.

"I didn't respond to the Khan, but I encountered the Xixia army, with more than 10,000 people. With our troops, we are not opponents at all, so we had to retreat first." He Chiwen's face was unsatisfied, as if it was natural to avoid its edge when he met the Xixia army.

"Since the Xixia army has arrived, how can we still face the enemy? You are right. With our troops, we are not enough to match the gaps." Zhebe said lightly, and he continued to issue his order, "Everyone will immediately set up camp and leave immediately."

"Zhebo, you're crazy. Khan hasn't come back yet and Jamuka hasn't taken it down, so you dare to leave?" He Chiwen was shocked. He was Temujin's brother and didn't dare to make such a decision. Jebu was just a general under Temujin. He dared to ignore Temujin and even wanted to take the rest of the Qiyan tribe to flee to the end of the world.

"Even if the Khan is here, he will give the same order as me. Instead of hitting stones with eggs, it is better to accumulate strength and wait for the opportunity." Zhebe looked at Hechiwen. If it was three years ago that ten thousand Xixia troops dared to come to the grassland, two thousand Mongolian cavalry would be enough to make them anxious. But now, the Xixia army with firearms can actually make the invincible Qiyan tribe escape by looking at the wind. This is really a great irony.

He Chiwen soon remained silent. Yes, these Western Xia army's firearms were too powerful, and they could only dodge when they saw them. Even Temujin was here, he would definitely make an order to retreat for the future of the Qiyan tribe. However, he has been besieging Jamuha for several days, but he has not even hurt half of his hair, which makes He Chiwen a little uninterested.

Jamuha was still wondering why the Qiyan tribe outside suddenly retreated like a tide? Suddenly, he also felt the sudden sound of horse hooves and smiled in his heart. It turned out that his reinforcements had arrived.

"Clear out the mines outside immediately and prepare to welcome our Xixia friends." Jamukha said excitedly because he changed his decadence in the past.

The people from the Qiyan tribe outside had already left cleanly, and the people from the Zadala tribe on the plateau knew that it was safe. After hearing the order from Jamuha, someone immediately cleared all the mines outside and took off the fuse. Just now, the people from the Qiyan tribe evacuated and cleared the mines, and immediately became extremely calm.

"Quote"

Soon, Jamukha saw a large group of people in the distance. He knew that this must be the army sent by Han Zhongwei of the Western Xia to rescue.

When the army was closer, Jamukha quickly saw that there was a big flag in this army with a big word "Han" written on it. This..., could it be that Han Zhongwei came in person, right?

Jamuha did not dare to be negligent, so he immediately grabbed the horse's belly and went up to him. After seeing Jamuha approaching him, the other party gradually slowed down and finally stopped three hundred meters away. Once he stopped, Jamuha immediately discovered that this army was different from other troops on the grassland. It was in an orderly and orderly manner. Although there were tens of thousands of horses and nearly ten thousand troops, it was silent. Look at his army, standing behind him in a mess, whispering, and buzzing. The discipline of an army can well reflect the level of combat effectiveness.

After seeing Jamuha, Han Zhongwei gently squeezed his horse's belly and urged the horse out of the queue. As soon as Jamuha saw Han Zhongwei, he immediately turned over and got off the horse. He bent down at Han Zhongwei from a distance, clasped his fist with his right hand, placed it in his heart, and said loudly: "Thank you for your help this time, Jamuha will never forget the prince's kindness in his life."

"Jamuha, we are friends, and true friends don't need to say thank you. The Qiyan tribe surrounded you for a few days. Do you have the courage to avenge this arrow?" Han Zhongwei smiled and then said sternly.

"If you don't take this revenge, I, Jamuha, will not give up. Please ask the prince to support the villain. Let's see how the warriors of the Zhadala tribe of the plateau kill the young men of the Qiyan tribe." Jamuha was so excited by Han Zhongwei's words that he blushed. He was surrounded by the Qiyan tribe for a few days. He had been so angry that he had been so angry that he had a strong support. Now that he had a strong support, Jamuha had no scruples. This time he must kill the Qiyan tribe's nest, capture Temujin alive and then offer it to King Xia.

"Okay, I want to see how the warriors of the Plateau Zhadala tribe killed the enemy." Han Zhongwei laughed. If he could fight against Qiyan tribe, he would never let his guards go. Although with the assistance of the escort, the Plateau Zhadala tribe could easily win, it was not the ending that Han Zhongwei wanted to see the most.

These battles made Han Zhongwei clearly see that the power of the firearm he invented was still very amazing. Whether it was an ambush or an encounter, as long as he could use the firearm properly, he could give the other party a fatal blow. Although there are only less than one thousand people in Jamuha now, if he really encountered five thousand Qiyan tribes, he could still be invincible.

The reason why Jamuka was surrounded by Qiyan's tribe without any firearms this time was mainly because Jamuka was careless and underestimated the enemy. He thought that with firearms, no one would dare to deal with him on the grassland. Unexpectedly, Temujin was attacked suddenly. If it weren't for Han Zhongwei, he would have become a prisoner of Qiyan's tribe. If that were true, even if Jamuka could unify the grassland in the future, a thorn would have remained in his heart forever.

The people in the Zhadala tribe in the Plateau are like Jamukha, and they are full of breath. Now, when they hear that they are going to chase Qiyan tribe, they are worried that they have not eaten and sleep well in the past few days. They are like chicken blood, and they are turning on their backs and chased towards the north. Now, the northern rear of the Zhadala tribe in the Plateau tribe is 10,000 troops led by Han Zhongwei, and there is no worries. In addition, they are eager to take revenge, and the combat effectiveness of the Zhadala tribe in the Plateau tribe has been improved by several levels.

"Prince, should we follow us too?" Zhang Zhongtong saw Jamukha's men chasing the north, and he patted the horse on his back and walked to Han Zhongwei to ask.

"No hurry, the Qiyan tribe will definitely suffer a big loss this time. We just need to sit in the mountains and watch the tiger fight. If you send more scouts, be sure to know the latest battle situation at any time." Han Zhongwei shook his head gently. The Qiyan tribe's defeat was decided this time. Now we only look at Temujin's methods and how much strength can be preserved.

A trace of regret flashed in Zhang Zhongtong's eyes. He came out with the prince. Although it was a war in name, such wars seemed to be no different from traveling. Even ordinary military exercises were more nervous than they are now, right? Aren't these Mongolians known as the most powerful cavalry in the world? Why didn't there be an army that dared to attack the guards? This would at least allow one to show his skills.

I hope the enemy will attack, and I am afraid that people like Zhang Zhongtong can't be found in search of the world, right? But this also reflects that Zhang Zhongtong has strong confidence in the guard team. No matter how strong the opponent is, as long as the guard team fights, they will definitely win invincible.
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