The pork butcher is smoother than a pig butcher!

Chapter 298 Chase
The reliable Rat King is currently doing something unreliable.

It still remembered the gift its owner had promised.

The Rat King, without any formal instruction, learned how to use entrapment tactics.

Isn't it said that those big birds that fly in the sky love to catch mice?

It followed the Hu people all the way, shaking out all the rats on the grassland.

King: "Squeak, squeak, squeak! What are you hiding for? Come out and have some fun!"

The sharp screech of the King Rat was as intimidating to the prairie rat as the roar of a tiger among all beasts.

The king has given his order, and the rat dares not disobey.

He crawled out of the hole, trembling.

Before long, the grassland was covered with dense, fluffy fur.

One after another, they followed the Rat King, running in one direction.

quickly.

Last night's scene is being reenacted.

The falcons that arrived this time are probably all close relatives.

The brain lobes are the size of broad beans, but the brain circuits are exactly the same.

If you say they'll catch mice, then so be it.

Of the thousands of prairie mice on the ground, they just wouldn't let go of the fattest one!

Once you tumble down, that's it.

In less than half an hour, two more gifts were added!

King Atu was overjoyed and even began to harbor ambitions.

With the addition of the three large birds from last night, the family of five has now received their gift.

But the owner's parents' family still has four members!

That family treated it quite well.

With a little effort, it might even be able to gather enough gifts for its mistress's family.

Wow, what a loyal and thoughtful mouse!

So the Rat King decisively slowed down, leading a large group of prairie rats as they searched for the route the Hu people had taken while catching birds.

I almost forgot to leave markers along the way.

After running for two hundred miles, the Kyrgyz falconers finally realized something was wrong.

"Young clan leader, something's fishy about this. Three falcons went missing last night. And in broad daylight, the remaining four haven't returned either. My Ah Ling is never one to play around!"

"My Da Hu isn't that unreasonable!"

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After listening to his tribesmen speak highly of their falcon, the young chieftain leading the group frowned and pondered for a long time before finally saying:

"At the altitude where falcons fly, they are beyond the reach of ordinary firearms or powerful bows and crossbows. Currently, there are very few humans who can harm them. Could it be that they fly too far?"

"I don't know! It couldn't have flown back to its hometown."

“Without my order, my tiger will never fly back on its own. Aside from high-altitude reconnaissance, it will at most hunt on the grassland.”

"That's even more suspicious. Falcons have wings. What natural enemies could they have on the grasslands?"

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The Kyrgyz people were puzzled and worried about the falcons that had not returned to their flock for so long.

It is no easy feat to tame a falcon that is intelligent enough to understand its owner's commands.

Seven were released, and now they've all vanished without a trace!

How many years will it take to recover this loss?

Let's not talk about the future, let's talk about the present.

These 12,000 holy warriors were constantly on guard against Han troops pursuing them from behind.

The importance of falcons, which can patrol at high altitudes, is self-evident!

But now, they really can't withstand the old general's wrath.

Let's keep it a secret for now.

If you can keep it a secret for a while, that's one thing.

Because of the Kyrgyz people's cover-up, Hasibaren has not yet realized the seriousness of the problem.

After running for four hundred li, the horse under his feet began to buck and kick.

I'm exhausted!
If it keeps running, the horse will die.

Hasibaren had no choice but to order his troops to rest in a valley at the foot of the snow-capped mountains. Their current marching route was westward along the foot of the mountains.

Just over a thousand miles further on, we will reach our destination, Yili.

There were several smaller fortified towns in Ili, which were the strongholds of the Black Hat Khoja (religious leader)’s confidants.

The old general had another plan in mind.

He estimated that Ali's 50,000 elite troops should have broken through the Seven Guards of Kansai by now.

If the Bei army dared to send troops out to intercept and kill their northern army, then the remaining forces in the rear should not be many.

Once these people receive the news and rush back, Ali and his elite troops will be able to meet and fight the Bei army.

He would be happy to see either side's forces suffer heavy losses.

Then he will borrow 50,000 cavalry from the leader of Ili and return to fight.

He didn't believe that the Bei Army's garrison in the Seven Guards of Guanzhong could be so lenient in killing.

in time.

Everything is still in time.

He hasn't lost yet!
Hasbaren's plan was indeed brilliant, but little did he know that Shan Ali's 50,000 elite troops had already been buried in Lop Nur.

Moreover, Gan Minglan and the others were also pursuing them at a fast pace.

The marching route given by King Atu required absolutely no detours; they were essentially following right behind the Hu people.

Ever since.

The Hu man had barely lain down for an hour when he was forced to get up and start working again!

Suddenly, someone shouted, "The God of Slaughter is here! The God of Slaughter who killed General Jebe is here!"

That shout ruined everything!
The power of the Great Killer God made the Hu people weak in the knees and trembling with fear.

As a result, the firepower of 12,000 archer cavalry was not even comparable to that of the 3,000 vanguard troops.

Fighting in the valley was like having a cheat code for Gan Minglan.

Any branch or root of any tree could become a weapon for her to kill, if she so desired.

Night is the best camouflage.

The places where others can't see her are perfect for her to shine.

The weapon in his hand had been changed from a wooden gun to an old grape vine.

Two poles, each seven or eight meters long.

Throw it out, and it's big enough to tie the necks of seven or eight people.

Once she uses her supernatural power to activate the grapevines, these necks will quickly strangle people to death.

Without being immodest, these people weren't enough for her to play with for even an hour.

However, she was a good general who cared for her subordinates.

Their military achievements were certainly not uncommon.

However, in order to reduce casualties in the vanguard battalion, she still cheated a little.

The ancient commander and others following behind her felt that these barbarians were so weak from hunger that they couldn't even run.

He just stood there dumbly, shouting loudly, waiting for them to come up and chop him down.

One chop, and they were all silent.

Surprisingly good at killing.

Gan Minglan was taking advantage of the fact that everyone still couldn't understand the Uyghur language.

These holy warriors were clearly shouting in terror:

"Allah has sent down divine punishment! It's divine punishment! My leg has been seized by Satan (the devil), my leg!"

"Ah! What has entangled my hand, my hand?"

"There was a splinter, and the splinter pierced the sole of my foot!"

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Hasbaren, his eldest son Morigen, his youngest son Surile who had just turned sixteen, and several generals of higher rank.

In less than half an hour, he fell into Gan Minglan's hands.

These non-Han nobles considered themselves of high status and made no attempt to conceal their distinction within the army.

From clothing to weaponry, everything exudes an air of nobility.

It's absolutely true, they catch them every time.

(End of this chapter)