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Chapter 194 Trapped in the Horse Formation

Just after Gan Minglan and the others crossed the pass at Chimukou and returned to the border town.

The Northern Mongolian army abandoned its previous caution and pressed forward, reaching the border of Southern Mongolia in just one day and night.

After being repeatedly brainwashed by their own centurions and chiliarchs over the past few days, the cavalrymen's anger and courage had reached their peak.

And the warhorses beneath them were in sync with their masters.

Taking advantage of the early hour, they planned to cross the border and capture the border town before nightfall.

The Mongol cavalry had a secret method for training their warhorses.

They only need a 25-day cycle to properly manage the horses' food intake and exercise, and help them get into optimal condition.

The specific operations are as follows:

On the first day after they come out, they usually only do some relaxing horse walks.

Starting from the second day, they began close-range running training.

On the third day, increase the amount of exercise to make the warhorse sweat a certain amount.

On the fourth day, they gradually began close-range horse walks, and on the fifth and sixth days, jogging and running training were carried out in succession.
By repeating this process, the warhorse can reach its optimal fighting condition in about twenty-five days.

At this moment.

The warhorses split into three groups and charged towards Junma Mountain at breakneck speed.

At this moment, about thirty people were standing on the summit of the first peak of Junma Mountain.

Leading the group were the sentries who had just returned from a mission on the grasslands.

They wanted to see the effect of the trap formation with their own eyes.

This application piqued the interest of even General Li, who was in charge of the night patrol of the right flank.

As a result, General Li's personal guards responded enthusiastically, coming to watch the spectacle under the guise of protecting the general's safety.

The story of the grateful mouse delivering its spoils is from not long ago.

The generals and adjutants of the border town all felt that it was just a combination of luck and coincidence for the Jade-Faced Rakshasa.

But the news the boys brought back this time was truly explosive!

This completely overturned General Li's understanding!

He came here to witness a miracle!

General Li was holding a long telescope, which gave him a clear view of the Tatar army's marching route.

The three armies were heading towards the large gap at the northeastern foot of Junma Mountain, the central foot of the western foot of the mountain, and the southwestern foot of the mountain.

Clearly, the Mongols of the northern deserts were also very familiar with the borders and various passes and fortresses of the Bei Kingdom.

near, near.

It's still fifteen li, thirteen li, ten li, eight li.
General Li's heart pounded with excitement, and his hands trembled.

He yelled at his subordinates, "What's going on? Why isn't that 'horse trap' reacting at all?"

No sooner had he finished speaking than the sharp-eyed sentry shouted back, "Ah! We've been hit! We've been hit! General, look!"

His tone was incredibly excited.

What they saw at that moment was the leader of the Tatar army running along the foothills of the western mountains.

His clothes were very luxurious, and his status should be at least that of a thousand-household commander if not a ten-thousand-household commander.

He rode a fine chestnut warhorse, which ran like a small cannonball, fast and steady. As a result, the chestnut horse had just crossed the gap to within eight miles.

Its right foreleg pierced right through the grass.

With a "thud," I sank into a rat hole more than five feet deep and the size of an adult's fist.

The chestnut horse couldn't stop in time, and its rider then heard a loud "click".

The right foreleg and thigh bone were completely broken!
Its owner was caught off guard and thrown off headfirst by the enormous momentum generated by his beloved horse.

As the horse owner was lifted into the air, he had quite a few thoughts on his mind:

Is this a replay of the nightmare from the rocky mountain valley?

It's over!

The Bei army already knew that their large army was approaching and had made preparations in advance.
Want to stop the attack?
The warhorses, whose fighting spirit has been fully ignited, are not going to stop!
One foot. Two feet. Three or four feet.
The soil above the rat holes could not withstand the repeated trampling of the warhorses' hooves and soon revealed its true nature.

"Pfft!"

"Boom!"

"Crack!"

The neighing of warhorses mingled with the mournful cries of the cavalrymen.

Even though the cavalry at the back of the column had already forced the horses to turn around and rein them in.

But the burrowing project that King Atu and the grassland rodents dug was simply too massive.

The rat hole at the foot of the western mountain alone brought down two miles of people and horses!
The trap zones on the northeastern and southwestern foothills are even longer, making the scene of people and horses falling in the traps even more spectacular.
What a unique and grand welcoming ceremony! They managed to take away a third of the Tatar cavalry's horses without shedding a drop of blood!
There is no more morale-boosting tactic than this.

General Li saw the terrible state of the Tatar army clearly through his telescope.

He gave a huge thumbs up to King Atu:
"That's great, damn great! Those Gratitude Rats are the nemesis of the Tatars! Do you know what Gratitude Rats love to eat the most?!"

"Whether it wants to eat refined rice or wheat, and no matter how much it eats, this general hereby declares: from now on, our Right Squadron will provide all its rations!"

The grateful rat is truly capable; it's just one rat against a thousand troops!

General Li had already begun to ponder this in his mind.

I need to find some artisans as soon as I get back to make several large ceramic statues of the Gratitude Mouse.

Then these pottery statues were placed at the four city gates of the border town as guardian beasts!
That's amazing! That's amazing!

Seeing their own general join in the mindless praise of the Gratitude Rat, the sentries who had seen the Gratitude Rat in person were overjoyed, looking proud of themselves.

However, there was another person who showed no respect for General Li and loudly retorted:

"General, when did the Gratitude Rat become part of our Right Sentinel Army? What good food could our army possibly have in its rations? It's the king of rats on the grasslands, a free rat!"

General Li was embarrassed and furious after his nephew's subordinate exposed his true colors.
"Hmph! What use are you heartless bastards? Gratitude rats, gratitude rats don't know how to coax! You've spent over twenty days with Captain Gan and his sister, and you still couldn't get Captain Gan's brother to join the Right Sentry Army!"

The nephew's subordinate retorted defiantly:
"Do you think we're Captain Gan? You think we can fool a grateful rat like that? Besides, Gan Mingfu is a true scholar with the talent of a Jinshi! He has the grasslands, deserts, and ponds we've traversed all memorized. He says he can draw a detailed map in a month! We're afraid our Right Squadron won't be able to keep such a talent!"

The more his nephew said this, the more General Li became eager to get his hands on it.

If he can't get Captain Gan, then so be it.

How could he let go of a capable person who had not yet been discovered by other generals?

He needed to think carefully about what kind of work would be most suitable for a scholar like him to do in the Right Sentinel Army.

Of course, he didn't have much time to think about the specific operations at the moment; they had to quickly go down the mountain and return to the garrison.

The battle to defend the city has officially begun!
(End of this chapter)