Zarik hung his head and said hesitantly, "There isn't much ......"

Mo Yuegen was confused by Zarik's movements. He hadn't realized what was the cause of Zarik's anomaly. He is very confident in his troops. He had no idea of defeat at all. He frowned and asked, "How much, exactly?" ”

Zarik suddenly knelt down and reached out and slapped his cheek hard, crackling. After slapping more than a dozen times in a row, he said pitifully: "King Khan, don't be angry, we are working hard." Once we have the results, we will definitely report back to you as soon as possible! Really, we're going to do our best! There will be results! ”

Mo Yuegen was really taken aback by his movements. His face immediately became gloomy, and his heart fell desperately. Even if he is an idiot, he can feel that something must be wrong. Otherwise, Zarik would not have been so frightened. The only possibility that Zarik is so frightened is that the front line is defeated. But how could the front be defeated?

No matter from which point of view, there is no possibility of defeat at the front! Mo Yuegen was convinced that the cavalry of the white-clothed army was definitely no match for the Tatar cavalry in field combat. Unless it was Zarik who made the lowest and lowest mistakes. However, with the combat experience of the Tatar cavalry, even the lowest mistakes were made, and the losses were not too great. What's going on here? What the hell is there that Zarik, this bastard, doesn't dare to tell himself? Finally, Mo Yuegen controlled his emotions and asked slowly, "What's going on?" ”

Zarik's face was extremely ugly, and he said almost with a sad face: "King Khan...... So far, we've only killed less than thirty of the white-clad soldiers......"

Mo Yuegen was stunned for a moment.

For a moment, he didn't react at all.

I have to say that the number of thirty is indeed too abrupt.

Mo Yuegen really wanted to ask, less than thirty? Are you sure it's not three hundred? Three thousand? Thirty thousand? Immortal Heaven is above, such a record, dare to show it? At this moment, Mo Yuegen simply didn't know what to say. The battle went on for so long that the Tatars killed thirty cavalrymen of the White Army. The battle lasted from morning to night. At this rate, how many years and months will the Tatars have to kill all the white-clothed troops?

Zarik couldn't see it well, his face became even more ugly, and he said with a sad cry: "The cavalry of the White Army is too cunning, and they always play hide and seek with us. They don't confront us head-on at all. Our large army caught up, and they ran. We have few men, so they set up an ambush ......"

Mo Yuegen swallowed a somewhat dry throat, feeling that his mind was a little blank, and he didn't know what he was thinking. He subconsciously asked, "What about our losses?" ”

Zarik's face became even more ugly, and his emotions completely collapsed. He sat directly on the ground and cried loudly: "Woo woo, more than a thousand...... Woo woo, King Khan, we've lost more than a thousand of our lives...... Kill me, King Khan. Woo woo, I really don't want to live anymore, we're so depressed......"

"Smack!"

The "Commentary on the Analects" in Mo Yuegen's hand fell heavily to the ground.

His body also sat down softly, feeling that all the strength in his body had been drained. He has always been full of energy, but for the first time, he felt that he was so tired and weak. At this time, what Mo Yuegen wanted to do most was to fall asleep. It's best to wake up and nothing happens. Zarik's appearance, and what he said, was just a dream. When I woke up from the dream, everything was still the same.

It's a pity that Mo Yuegen's thoughts, no matter how strong they are, can't change the facts in front of him. He can't change anything. He believed that Zarik would not lie, and that everything he said would definitely be true. Otherwise, the scout captain's reaction would not have been so abnormal. Otherwise, the others wouldn't have avoided him secretly.

It turned out that these guys had long known that the results were not ideal, and they had been trying to hide themselves. They also knew that they had high hopes for the field war, and they could only succeed and not fail, and they would be furious if they learned of such a dismal result. The funny thing is that I have always been hopeful, hoping for a good start. Unexpectedly, it was such a dismal result.

Immortality is above...... Forget it, no matter the immortal days! Let him die! This deity has no protective effect at all! Mo Yuegen secretly swore that after he returned, he would definitely tear down all the temples of the Immortal Heaven. Guys who don't work, what's the point of keeping? If you knew this, you might as well convert to the living Buddha of Tibet! Maybe it can be of some use.

However, moving his anger to Changshengtian's body did not alleviate Mo Yuegen's anger in the slightest. No way, the contrast between before and after is too great. The losses of the white-clothed army were less than thirty people, and the Tatars themselves lost thousands of people. What kind of ratio is this? Thirty or forty Tatars have their surnames, and only then do they change the surnames of a white-clothed army! If such a battle continues, how many days will the Tatars be able to hold out?

"What the hell is going on?"

"Tell me everything you know."

Mo Yuegen asked deeply. There was nothing special about his tone, and he couldn't hear a very harsh taste, but his eyes were fierce like bloodthirsty jackals. As the arrow god of the Tatars, a character who fought in the south and the north, and fought in the east and west, Mo Yuegen's eyes can definitely kill. Even the other Tatar nobles did not dare to fight his fierce eyes. If Zarik dares to fool him on this issue, he will definitely be dragged out and torn apart. At this time, no matter who he is, if he is dissatisfied, it will be the result of falling to the ground.

"Woooooooooo......oo King Khan, that's it......" Zarik had to weep and tremble and began to tell. He didn't dare to add the slightest amount of oil and vinegar, so as not to bring bad luck to himself. In fact, there is no need for him to add fuel and vinegar, and the battle itself is already full of drama. Until now, Zarik has not been able to fully accept the facts. Speaking of which, his psychological endurance is a little worse than Mo Yuegen. His emotions are now completely out of control.

Speaking of which, at the beginning, Zarik's mood was even better than Mo Yuegen's. Like Mo Yuegen, he felt that in the field, he could easily defeat the cavalry of the white-clothed army. The cavalry of the white-clothed army came out to look for death, and that was the best. For the combat effectiveness of the troops under his command, Zarik is also overconfident. He set himself the goal of destroying at least 3,000 cavalry of the White Army in one day. It would be better if it reached five thousand.

It's not that Zarik's heart is too high, and he has set himself goals that are simply impossible to achieve. In fact, the same is true of other Tatar high-ranking people. It seems that Catavaro, Barrett and others set a goal for themselves, which is also to kill 3,000 or 5,000 white-clothed troops in one day. If their goal can be achieved, it will only take three days for the White Army to be wiped out. How many people are there in the white army?

However, the ensuing battle completely exceeded Zarik's expectations. Those cunning white-clothed cavalry always shoot from a distance and leave when they are finished. If the Tatars do not catch up, they will die in vain. In a few moments, the white-clad cavalry reloaded their muskets and turned back. Some of the damned white-clad cavalry, seemingly armed with two muskets, took turns firing, making the Tatar cavalry suffer a lot. The muskets of the white-clothed army were too powerful and had too long a range, and such a confrontation was completely at the expense of the Tatars.

With the Tatar surname, of course, it is impossible not to be beaten and not fight back. They're definitely going to catch up. In general, the Tatar cavalry pursued five or ten times as many troops. For example, if the cavalry of the White Army is five men, the Tatar cavalry usually sends twenty or thirty men to chase after them. If there were only ten white-coated cavalry, the Tatar cavalry would send about fifty men to chase after them. According to such a comparison of forces, the cavalry of the white-clothed army can definitely be killed.

However, the strange thing is that the dozen or so Tatar cavalry squads that caught up did not come back. It was as if they had disappeared into the Gobi Desert without a sound. At the time, Zarik thought they were chasing too far and didn't have time to run back. Later, Zarik learned that they had fallen into an ambush and fallen into the trap of the White Army, and there was no return.

"Traps? Boring stuff! No one who has the ability will use this! Zarik said disdainfully. In the beginning, Zarik was simply dismissive of the traps of the White Army's cavalry. The Tatars are accustomed to being the boss, and in peacetime battles, they overwhelm the enemy with absolutely superior forces, and there is no need to cast any traps, conspiracy estimates, etc. Therefore, to a large extent, they all despise the existence of this type of warfare.

Zarik felt that these traps of the white army were just small fights, and they could not become a big climate. With the skillful skills of the Tatar cavalry and their rich combat experience, as long as these traps were cracked, the white-clothed cavalry could only sit and wait to be killed. However, as the battle continued, the information from all sides was not very good. It seems that there are more and more Tatar cavalry falling into the trap of the white-clothed army.

At this point, Zarik had to pay serious attention. Anyone who can be a captain is not stupid. He quickly figured out what was going on with the trap of the White Cavalry. It turned out that those white-clothed cavalry who came to provoke were all bait. Their purpose was to deliberately lure the Tatar cavalry into the ambush circle that the White Coats had already laid out.

When those white-clothed cavalry were being chased and killed, they seemed to flee in a panic, but they actually had a purpose. The direction in which they fled was where the ambush circle was located. Behind the ambush circle, lurking were a large number of white-clad musketeers. If the Tatar cavalry accidentally broke into the ambush circle, they would suffer a catastrophe. As a result, the Tatars suffered a great loss. That's how the vanished Tatar cavalry squads were killed.

After all, the war horses of the Tatars have been running long distances since they went south to Gansu Town, and even if there is time to rest in between, it is difficult to recover to their peak state. From the south to Gansu Town, more than two months have passed. Even if every Tatar cavalry had two horses, in the heat of battle, the horses would not be able to perform at their peak.

On the contrary, the war horses used by the cavalry of the White Army were all new forces. The cavalry of the White Army fought at home. Behind Zhenyuan Pass, there is enough forage, enough stables, and enough war horses to rotate. If there is a problem with their war horses, they can also change their war horses from Zhenyuan Pass at any time, so that the war horses under their command will always be in the best condition.

What does this mean? This means that if it is a pure pursuit, it will be difficult for the Tatar cavalry to catch up with the cavalry of the white-clothed army. How can a tired war horse catch up with a war horse in peak condition? In other words, it was the Tatar cavalry, and it was very difficult to hunt down the cavalry of the white-clothed army. Unless it's a coincidence, or something happens.

However, the white-clad cavalry always gave the Tatar cavalry the illusion that they were about to catch up, apparently to lure them into the ambush circle. It's a pity that most of the Tatar cavalry did not realize this. They never imagined that the cavalry of the White Army would be so insidious and filthy. As a result, they were clean and finished.

To be honest, the fact that the Tatars were able to take out thirty cavalrymen of the White Army is already a great achievement. Seriously, only half of the thirty Tatar cavalry were killed by the Tatars, and the other half were killed by accident. The battlefield where the two sides are fighting, after all, is the desert Gobi, the terrain and environment are harsh, and it is normal for accidents to occur.

"Damn the dog!"

"I'm so!"

"Xu Xingxia, can you be a little more despicable?"

After listening to Zarik's story, Mo Yuegen was so angry that he screamed, and he was almost angry.

Originally, he was full of confidence, and felt that in the field battle, he would definitely be able to cut Xu Xingxia's face ruthlessly and avenge the big and small losses he had suffered before. He wants to use this to tell others that he Mo Yugen is definitely not easy to mess with. Whoever provokes him will have absolutely no good fruit to eat. I didn't expect it to be like this in the end.

He happily arranged a field battle, but was hit on the head by Xu Xingxia, and he was beaten with gold stars, and he didn't know why. Xu Xingxia's stick also completely broke down one of his loyal subordinates, crying like a child. Is this really embarrassing for him? How many years had he not tasted such grievances?

If he wasn't even Xu Xingxia's opponent in the field, would he still be qualified to mix in this world?

No way!

It has to be ruthless!

Xu Xingxia must be beaten back to his original form!

"Pass my orders! Assault of the whole army! ”

Mo Yugen snorted, pulled out the golden saber, and roared angrily.

(To be continued)