Bagen rode a war horse and fought outside the tribe, watching his militia gallop through the tribe with a grim face, constantly chasing and killing the herdsmen in the tribe. Screams, wails, and screams mingled with endless blood that permeated the surroundings.

Before this medium tribe could react, it was overwhelmed by the iron cavalry of the Far Eastern Army. The troops are now interspersed, and they do not dare to be careless, and often take iron-blooded measures against the tribes along the way.

Although the order of the corps headquarters was to properly settle the tribes along the way, in case of resistance, they would be killed. However, the main Mongolian cavalry divisions and militia brigades simply surrounded the tribes along the way, and then killed a chicken and dog.

Groups of cavalry columns from far east and west corps kept whistling past the side, and the officers and men on the horses looked at all this coldly. From time to time, there would be a few comrades-in-arms who knew Bagan well and greeted him. No one cares about the bloody scene that happened in the tribe.

The Western Corps went all the way to the west, and the tribes that passed along the way all ended the same way. Interspersed behind the troops in all directions, leaving a bloody trail in their wake. The task of the nomadic detachment that followed was only responsible for cleaning the battlefield, burying the corpses, and collecting cattle and sheep.

Because of the support of the airboat troops in the sky above the interspersed troops, the tribes encountered by the troops along the way did not have time to react at all. In the face of the Western Corps of the Far Eastern Army, armed to the teeth, the herdsmen armed with inferior bows and arrows and scimitars had little resistance.

Suddenly, Bagan noticed that there seemed to be several figures in the grass in the distance, and he turned his head to several cavalrymen behind him and said in a deep voice: "There seem to be people hiding there, pull them out and kill them!" ”

Several horsemen received the order and quickly galloped over. Before they could get closer, they saw a short figure burst out of the half-man-high grass and run in all directions.

This is the child of several tribes. Relying on his short stature, he tried to escape the tribe under the cover of the grass. But they didn't expect to be discovered, and they cried, and the sound was heartbreaking.

But those Mongolian militiamen had no mercy at all, and directly knocked them away with their fast-running horses. One of the youngest children, probably out of fear, rushed to where Bagen was. He stopped in a daze, and looked at Bagan and the others with a frightened face.

"Bang ......"

Bagan took out his revolver, shot the child in the tribe to the ground, and then turned his head and said coldly: "Order the troops to investigate carefully, and don't let a single fish slip through the net." ”

The cavalry behind him quickly responded loudly, and they all rode away, carefully patrolling around the tribe.

A group of Han officers and soldiers sitting in the carriage looked at the blood-stained tribe with shocked faces, especially the scene just now. It made everyone's hearts tussle. The tribal boy who had been shot dead by Bagan looked like he was seven or eight years old, and he was lying in a pool of blood in the distance.

Before they were sent, the leadership of the unit had already given them orders. That is, to strictly implement the command of the leaders of the unit to which they belong, to respect the customs and habits of the steppe nomads, not to chirp or crook anything they see, and to do their own work well.

At that time, everyone was confused. I don't understand why the superiors say this to them. Only now did they understand what their superiors meant.

Bagan led the militia brigade. It took only a short time to end the battle, and then left the tribe with the militia brigade and joined the cavalry that was rolling forward, leaving only corpses and blood all over the ground.

Countless falcons and vultures circled over the tribe and then glided and landed. Not caring at all, a column of majestic iron horses was rolling forward.

In this campaign, the units of the Northwest Field Army participating in the battle, because the battle line was too long, had to be interspersed with long-distance and large-scale penetration, sometimes even thousands of miles. Penetrate deep into the enemy's depths.

However, the supply of each unit is limited, and the time is very tight, so the action of each unit is very strong. As a result, the various troops were a little unable to contain their hands, and even when they surrounded the major tribes later, there were countless large-scale killings of prisoners.

A large number of surrendered tribal cavalry, the young herdsmen of the tribe, the old people and children of the tribe were almost all slaughtered bloodily. In the beginning, some young women were left behind, but later there were no chickens and dogs, only cattle, sheep, horses and other belongings.

Even the young and strong herdsmen of the nomadic detachment were so strong that they could not hold back their hands, as long as they saw the tribe, they rushed forward, and killed people when they saw them, and the grassland had turned into a bloody color.

Finally, the interspersed units of the Western Corps in all directions stopped. Take the last break of the campaign. After more than ten days of continuous marching, even the officers and soldiers of the main Mongolian cavalry division and militia brigade who resisted the resistance were a little unable to endure it.

In fact, there is nothing wrong with people, as long as you endure it, it will pass. But the war horses that intersperse the troops in all directions also need to rest. Although the endurance of Mongolian horses was amazing, and the officers and men of the Western Corps were equipped with three to five horses, the troops marched day and night, and carried out rapid marches all the way, and frequently changed horses along the way, which caused a huge consumption of war horses.

In order to ensure the horsepower of the horses of all units, the headquarters of the Westward Advance Corps decided to take a break for the sake of safety, so as to relieve the fatigue of the officers and men of the troops and replenish the physical strength of the horses.

Huge marching pots were placed side by side in front of the barracks, and steaming lamb was stewed inside. The officers and soldiers in the camp also unloaded their harnesses for the war horses, took out bags of concentrate feed and water, and fed their beloved war horses.

This time for recuperation, the food of all the officers and men was very good, although the conditions in the field were limited, but the mutton was enough to eat, and all kinds of canned food were also openly supplied. Each Mongolian cavalryman was also given a teapot of liquor.

Bagen sat on the grass, holding a leg of lamb in his left hand and a tea jar filled with strong liquor in his right hand, with boxes of canned meat and fruit in front of him.

Even though he joined the Far Eastern Army, the food has always been good. But now every time he eats, he seems to have a grudge against rice, desperately filling his stomach until he can't eat anymore, and then he will stop helplessly.

Today he destroyed several legs of mutton by himself, and made several cans of various kinds. And he has drunk three or four teapots of strong liquor in succession. He wiped his mouth, stood up and walked to the cauldron, took another leg of mutton, and asked his guard to secretly pour another teapot of liquor, which was wiped out in a few moments.

(To be continued.) )

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