Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 8544 Pursuit
The night was hazy.

In the big tent in the middle.

"It's too late, son of the prairie, revenge won't last overnight."

Facing Beilitu, Ulihan shook his head and sighed.

"Why didn't you stop it?" A trace of anger flashed in Bei Litu's eyes.

"When I found out, they had already chased them out." Urihan was also helpless.

Although he is the commander of this army, Wan Hu, he cannot completely control the army.

The origin of this prairie army is quite complicated. The soldiers in it come from several different golden tents, and they obey the leader of the golden tent. On such nights, as long as the leader greets them, they will definitely follow the leader of the golden tent without thinking. .

"Approximately how many people left?"

Bei Litu asked.

"About three thousand cavalry."

Urihan lowered his head and said.

"Three thousand cavalry?"

Bei Litu's eyes widened and he said in astonishment.

You know, Ulihan only brought about 1 people, and among these 1 people, there were only 5000 real cavalry.

In other words, at this moment, Ulihan's cavalry had already left more than half.

Ulihan's face was a little hot. Although he was a prairie native, he had also learned the art of war, and he knew that this kind of night battle should not be pursued relentlessly.

But, he has no choice, the thing has already happened, and now he can't chase it back even if he wants to.

"No, these [-] cavalry may be in an ambush. General Ulihan, General Yang, we still need to send troops to respond."

"Right now, we are in the hinterland of the Qi State. No one knows whether the Qi Congress will plant any traps. Under such circumstances, we still need to preserve our military strength. It is better not to suffer losses."

Bei Litu thought for a while, and began to dispatch troops.

"Separate 1 people to respond, and the rest will wait in place and be vigilant, let the soldiers continue to rest and cultivate their spirits, so that they can cope with tomorrow's big battle!"

"Okay, what the lord said is right, I will do as the lord said."

Yang Dingxing nodded.

"Here, I'll go out and straighten out the team right now." Urihan also nodded.

After a period of time, a team of tens of thousands of people came out.

This time, in order to take back the three thousand riders, Ulihan personally led the team and traveled with a team of 1 people.

At this time, the three thousand cavalry who were chasing the cavalry at night were a little bit miserable.

"My lord, do you think we will continue to chase here?"

One of the commanders asked Agudam, the leading deputy commander.

Agudam was only in his twenties, but he came from a noble family and was a descendant of the King of the Golden Tent. Therefore, he was quickly promoted and appointed as the deputy commander.

This time, he led the chase out at night.

After all, he couldn't swallow this breath.

In the night attack, several of his brothers were trampled to death, and the death was too embarrassing.

"Chasing, definitely chasing."

Agudamu gritted his teeth, his eyes were bloodshot, which was caused by lack of sleep and qi and blood attacking his heart.

"But my lord, our loss is not small."

The commander sighed.

He also wanted to continue chasing, but they didn't even get any benefit from this pursuit.

Although there were not many cavalry in front, those people stopped after a few steps and formed a formation to use firecrackers.

If it was the old firecrackers from before, they would rush forward and stop the firecracker's attack.

However, the cavalry on the opposite side were using firecrackers that fired continuously. At that moment, they could only retreat.

However, the bows and arrows they used were either too late to shoot, or barely shot, but they didn't have much accuracy or strength.

Those cavalrymen were still wearing solid armor, and ordinary bows and arrows were almost blocked.

More than half an hour passed, and the opponent's cavalry was almost unharmed, while they had already suffered hundreds of cavalry casualties.

This is already a great loss for the three thousand cavalry.

Their ability to keep their morale from dropping too much still depends on the momentum and ambition of the Great Mongolian Ministry to swallow the grassland.

But this kind of courage can't last long.

The long-term pursuit led to a decline in physical strength, coupled with the constant deaths of comrades-in-arms, which made them feel depressed.

"Brothers, hold on a little longer."

"The enemy is almost out of strength."

"Are the eagles on our prairie not as strong as the southern barbarians?"

Agudam shouted loudly.

The sergeants also began to cheer up.

The prairie people have the pride of the prairie people. In terms of physical strength, they think they are very good, but they can't be compared to the Nanmanzi in this respect.

"Bang bang..."

There was a sound of gunfire gushing.

A few more prairie men fell off their horses.

However, this time, the sergeants' hatred grew deeper and they pursued harder, their eyes turned red.

"Attack, kill them."

"Kill the southern barbarians to death, catch them, kill them all, eat their meat and drink their blood!"

The shame of the grassland man must be washed away with the blood of the enemy!
Behind.

Urihan led the team and quickly attacked.

Along the way, they noticed that there were many corpses on the ground that were too late to clean up, all of them belonged to the prairie people.

"How could this be? Where are the corpses of the enemy?"

Urihan felt very strange.

Know that the enemy is the object to be pursued.

Once killed, the enemy cannot have the opportunity to clean up the corpses that fell on the ground.

They didn't even clean up the corpses of the prairie people on their own side.

This is not one place, but several places in front of it, and the same situation has occurred.

A commander said: "My lord, where is the enemy's corpse? It won't be eaten by our people."

"How is it possible? We prairie men are not beasts and don't eat people."

Urihan shook his head.

"What's going on? This is too outrageous."

"Could it be that none of the enemies died? Only ours died?"

"What do you think? None of the enemies died? We are the ones who died? This is simply a story."

There was a lot of discussion.

But the more Urihan advanced, the more uncomfortable he felt.

He thought about it, no matter how absurd the conclusion was.

There is only one possibility that really conforms to the law, that is, the enemy may not be dead!
If so, how strong would the enemy be?
Finally, they found a wounded soldier sitting on the side of the road.

Ulihan urged his horses to come to the wounded soldiers.

"What's the situation ahead?" Urihan asked.

"My lord, we... we can't catch up with the enemy."

The wounded soldier lowered his head, obviously ashamed.

And the other wounded soldiers around him were too painful to speak, and could only wail in a low voice.

"What's the enemy like?"

Urihan continued to ask.

He was uneasy, afraid that the wounded soldiers would give him a bad answer.

But often the more you are afraid of something, the more you will come.

"The enemy is too strong... Their horses are fast, their armor is very hard, and their firearms are too sharp. We can't catch up." The wounded soldier said with a bitter face.

(End of this chapter)