Chen Chong saw the fireworks and cannons before leading the army into the battlefield. On a battlefield where tens of thousands of troops are inviting each other, the 700 cavalry is only a slight to extreme weight, and it is useless to throw themselves into the battlefield too early, and if the time to attack is a little later, the battle situation is already decided, and there is no way to recover. In order to avoid the scouts of the Smrbs, Chen Zhong has been leading these 700 horsemen to wander outside the battlefield, and only sent a few scouts to watch the battle from afar. However, when the Horde Alliance unleashed the pyrotechnic cannon, Chen Zhong immediately realized that the critical moment had come to decide the outcome of the battle. He didn't wait for the scouts to return, but made a quick decision, leaving two hundred Tayan troops to raise sand and dust with war horses dragging tree branches, and he personally led the elite of five hundred cavalry out of the battlefield. At the first glance of the tribal alliance standing tall, Chen Zhong immediately rushed towards the Great Khan of Murbo, who was surrounded by thousands of horsemen. More than a thousand of the Urb cavalry immediately galloped out to stop them.

"With a small and broad, even if there is only a fifty percent chance of winning, you can fight!"

The wind whistled in Chen Chong's ears, the war horse galloped, he bent his bow and arrows, and shot an arrow, and the enemy fell in response. The Murb cavalry on the opposite side dodged in a panic. A strong sense of pleasure surged into Chen Chong's heart. The more treacherous the battlefield, the more excited he became, and his blood boiled. If it weren't for that, he wouldn't have taken the initiative to ask for help and sneak attack the back of tens of thousands of enemy troops with 700 cavalry. According to the order of succession to the throne, Chen Zhong has been a prince since he was a child, learning the way of civil and military affairs, and the law and etiquette. It was only when he arrived at the Anbei Military Division, on this Mobei battlefield, that he found his true self. He fought on the battlefield, cut the flag, and was a natural fierce general. Only outside the battlefield is that he is the steady and wise Crown Prince of the Military Intelligence Division.

Hanging the riding bow back to the saddle, Chen Zhong drew out the horizontal knife, slashed on an oncoming riding spear, his strength was amazing, and immediately swung the riding spear away, the Smirb cavalry refused to let go, Chen Chong's horizontal knife under his hand slashed forward along the spear shaft, with the power of the two horses, a light knife wiped the enemy's neck, Chen Chong's hand trembled slightly, the blood hanging on the knife body was thrown away, and the backhand cut off the enemy general who rushed up to the other member. Behind him, Liu Yuanzhong and Chen Zishu, the two centurions, were also brave and incoherent, with two horse lances flying up and down, and the three fierce generals formed a sharp arrow formation and rushed all the way, almost no one in front of them, invincible. Two hundred hussars lined up in a large array of arrows and followed behind, and the three hundred marching geese did not show weakness, picking up their guns and swords, and slaughtered into the Murb cavalry like a tiger into a flock of sheep, and more than 500 elite horsemen rushed straight towards the Murb people.

This Xia Guojing cavalry was really strong, and it actually chiseled through the more than 1,000 cavalry in an instant, and it didn't suffer much loss in itself. The blade of the first horseman pointed forward, leading the hundreds of horsemen to the Great Khan of Murb. Further west, high smoke and dust rose from the grasslands, and it seemed that tens of thousands of horsemen were rushing towards them. At this time, the grassland tribe alliance army had already fought with the Xia army, and there were only more than 2,000 cavalry left around Boshenghuo Erbo to protect him, most of whom were nobles from various tribes. The sound of killing was everywhere, and seeing that the cavalry of the Xia Kingdom was so fierce, these people suddenly panicked.

On the high slope of his horse, he stared at the cavalry of the Xia Kingdom that was approaching rapidly, without the slightest expression on his face. Beside him, Qiu Darui's face was full of panic, and he shouted without words: "Capture the thief and capture the king first, the summer thief wants to murder the Great Khan, protect the Great Khan!" Fearing that he would be left behind by the Murb cavalry, he reached out from the side to grab the reins of Bershenghuo Murb's horse, and wanted to retreat with the Great Khan of Murb. The soldiers of Erbo couldn't understand his language, but they saw the meaning from this action, and they rushed forward, and before Qiu Darui could touch the reins of Bo Shenghuo's horse, he was snatched away by the soldiers next to him.

"Great Khan, the summer thieves are menacing, there are few soldiers here, we must hurry to the army!" Aribu General shouted.

Surrounded by the Great Khan, the soldiers slowly retreated, and Boshenghuo Erbo was expressionless, his heart was full of anger, for this battle, years of planning, he spent countless efforts, in order to convince the leader of the steppe tribe, and made countless deals. But at the last moment, there were changes. If Bo Shenghuo had a strong army in his hand, he would definitely send it and let the blood of the men and horses rushing out of this oblique thorn stain the desert, but he didn't, and he wasn't even sure if he could save his life if he continued to stay still. The leader is irreplaceable for the tribe, not to mention that Bo Shenghuo's only son is not on the grassland.

"To retreat, or not to retreat?"

Bo Shenghuo was still hesitating, and he was involuntarily dragged backwards by the tribal nobles, and he didn't even have time to take away the erected skum. It didn't take long for the Xia cavalry to rush to the place where the Great Khan of Murb had just been stationed.

Chen Chong pointed his knife at the pole and shouted, "Knock it down!" Several hussars immediately rushed forward and tied the lasso to the middle of the flagpole of the Murbojing, and several horses struggled to pull the jingjing, which had been standing tall. At the same time, soon, the cavalry of the Xia State cut down the Murbo Khan's Jingyun, and the allied forces of the various tribes on the battlefield saw this, and the army was in turmoil in an instant.

"The Great Khan of the Murb has run away!" "The Great Khan of the Murb is dead!" The Xia cavalry on the battlefield shouted one after another.

Uruk looked up and saw that Bo Shenghuo's Jingyun had fallen, and a group of Xia cavalry was standing on the slope, while the Murb cavalry was slowly retreating. "Damn it," Uruk yelled, looking up, turning his horse's head vigorously, "let's go!" The cavalry of Tachiube followed him and fled eastward. He had barely retreated from the high slopes, and before he could join the tribal alliance, the tribal leaders had already fled the battlefield with their men. Even if someone saw Bo Shenghuo leading the Murb cavalry towards the main battlefield, they didn't dare to stop. The grassland tribes came and went like the wind, scattering in a hurry, and everyone was afraid that they would escape slower than others. The remaining Murb cavalry suddenly appeared isolated.

Seeing that the army was defeated, Bo Sheng grabbed the reins of the horse with both hands, was silent for a moment, and finally said: "Retreat!" ”

The heralds beside him blew their horns, and the Mlb cavalry scattered. Fearing defeat, Bershenghuo Murb made a detailed plan for his retreat, and the various Murb cavalry on the battlefield fled in different directions. Surrounded by a group of soldiers, Boshenghuo Murbo urged his horse away from the corpse-strewn battlefield of the Tuura River without looking back. Discarding the symbolic power, the group of men and horses around Bo Shenghuo looked no different from ordinary cavalry. On the battlefield, the cavalry of all divisions scattered and fled, and the cavalry of the Xia State couldn't catch up, and they didn't dare to divide their troops too much, so they let Bo Shenghuo escape.

"General."

Zhu Yanheng looked at Chen Chong, who was galloping over to report on the horse, nodded, and did not speak. There was some regret in his gaze. If Chen Zhong was not the eldest son of the royal family, if he could stay in the Anbei Military Division, it would not be impossible for the commander of the hussar army, or even the position of general. The situation on the battlefield just now was extremely dangerous, and thousands of shadow cavalry couldn't stop the Murbo cavalry rushing from behind, Zhu Yanheng and more than a thousand hussars around him had been surrounded by the tribal alliance, and under the fierce battle, even Zhu Yanheng had blood stains on his body. If it weren't for Chen Chong's team to appear in time, I am afraid that this battle would have been lost.

The marching commander Shi Shi Xiaoyu reported: "General, the prisoners were counted, more than 4,000 people in all, and a tribal leader. He waved his hand, and Chanaja of Tachiu was dragged up, and a hundred captains of hussars knew him, and pursued him closely, and his horse was wounded by the shot, and Chanacai fell off his horse and was captured.

Zhu Yanheng stared at him, and after being silent for a moment, he asked, "Chanagar, why are you making enemies of us?" "Tachi Ube is a big tribe in the Tuur River Valley, and Chanagar is quite prestigious among the many tribal leaders, and can be regarded as a wise man on the steppe. Zhu Yanheng had dealt with him a few times, and felt that this person was afraid of the Anbei Military Division, but he didn't expect that he would actually lead his subordinates to make enemies with the Anbei Military Division.

Chanagar glanced at him, but did not answer, and closed his eyes to death. Zhu Yanheng laughed angrily and said coldly: "Don't you think that once you die, you will be a hundred." The Tachiwu tribe will inevitably pay a price for sneaking up on our Anbei Military Division. Your people will soon come to you. He waved his hand for the sergeant to take the man down and behead him, and his head was hung in Hengzhai Fort for public display. Through the interrogation of the captives, it was clear which tribes had participated in this sneak attack on the Anbei Military Division, and the Anbei Military Division was determined to give the most severe revenge.

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The sky was gray, and Berthon sat in front of his tent, watching the distant horses gnaw on the weeds beneath the snow. This kind of grassland pony spends most of its life looking for grass to eat, and it can't run fast, but it is the most resistant to hunger and thirst, and it is much better to feed than other horse breeds. The tens of thousands of troops that had been assembled for years collapsed overnight, and the ambitions of Berzen Mulber seemed to have vanished, perhaps he was not an ambitious man himself. He wandered aimlessly through the steppes and deserts with hundreds of Murb cavalry, not even going to the agreed meeting place of the tribes.

The sweat was low and depressed, and the generals were helpless. When Uruk saw him again, he wore a sheepskin jacket stained with mud and looked at his horses like an ordinary shepherd. Uruk, who has always been known for his unruliness, hesitated for a moment, walked to Bo Shenghuo's side, knelt down on one knee and said, "Great Khan! ”

After a moment of silence, Bo Sheng sighed: "Are you still a Great Khan for me?" He looked down at Uruk.

"My father said that no one but you can unify the tribes of the steppe," Uruk looked up, his eyes flashing with mixed emotions, "You are the Great Khan of the Tachiwu people, you are the Great Khan of the entire steppe." He turned his head to look behind him, and the leaders of four or five tribes were not far away, looking cautiously in this direction. In order to cope with the ensuing fierce retaliation of the Anbei Military Division, the steppe ministries needed a Great Khan.