In the barracks of the white-clothed army, there were twelve cowhide drums, each of which was the size of a millstone, and could be beaten by four strong men at the same time. The twelve-sided cowhide drum is forty-eight people beating. Such a formation, of course, is quite spectacular. What's more, these twelve strong men were all put back by the Tartars. Seeing that the Tartars had come to provoke again, their anger was vented on the top of the mallet. For a while, there was a tendency to break the cowhide drum, and of course the drum beat the Tatars with ease.

Affected by the sound of drums, the soldiers of the white-clothed army all had hot faces and surging hearts, and their already very high will to fight was directly raised to the top. Especially those soldiers who have just joined the army, they are even more excited as if they have signs of losing control of their emotions, and they need the officers next to them to try their best to persuade them to calm down. Otherwise, they might just rush straight to the Tartars with their moon guns.

"Xu Xingxia! Come out and die! "There were people in the Tatar cavalry who roared loudly.

"Xu Xingxia! Come out and die! Countless Tatars roared.

Bursts of shouts spread far away to the barracks of the white-clothed army. The Chinese pronunciation of those Tatars is actually very non-standard, and some people even roar not Chinese at all, but tens of thousands of Tatar cavalry shout together, and the voice is still extremely loud. As they continued to roar, the atmosphere of the entire battlefield became more and more hot and hot.

In fact, not all Tatars speak Chinese. This proves that these Tatars must have had received similar training before. Why did the Tatars undergo such training? The meaning of this is worth seeking. Perhaps, the Tatars were simply trying to humiliate Xu Xingxia. Perhaps, the Tatars really hope that Xu Xingxia will come out and fight them alone. As for which one, it is estimated that only the Tatars themselves know.

"Trash! If you have the ability, come up! A bunch of cowards! Gao Meng replied loudly.

The white-clothed army has not received special training, and it is simply impossible to respond to each other collectively in Mongolian. Since a collective response is impossible, there is only a heads-up. Gao Meng alone represents Xu Xingxia, represents the white-clothed army, and singles out tens of thousands of Tatars. Anyway, Gao Meng's voice is loud enough on the battlefield, and it will definitely not be much worse than tens of thousands of Tatars shouting in unison. If you add a suggested megaphone, the effect is even more impressive.

Gao Meng's shouting and response caused great embarrassment to the Tatars. After all, tens of thousands of people bullying one person is really a dishonorable thing. In such a situation, even if you can shout to win the other party, so what? Are you embarrassed to be happy? Are you embarrassed to announce that you have won the final victory? It's strange not to be laughed to death.

In the past 100 years, in the history of the confrontation between the Tatars and the Han Chinese, there has never been a situation in which the Tatars have outnumbered the less. On the contrary, as long as a few dozen Tatar cavalry, hundreds of Ming army chickens and dogs jumping, but often surnames appear. Feeling the shame in the heart, the cry of the Tatars, became weaker and weaker. In the end, it simply disappeared completely.

"Bastard! Damn it! Eyudun's face became more and more unsightly.

"Bastard! Why don't you keep shouting? Heller King frowned and said unhappily.

The surrounding Tatar generals all looked at each other and did not speak. However, Hellerkin's order, they also did not accept. The most irritating thing about the Tatars is probably that others call them cowards. The Han people use such moves to stimulate the tartars, often tried and tested. The current situation just confirms this statement. It takes tens of thousands of Tatars to dare to scold a Han Chinese, what is that not a coward? It's pretty much the other way around!

"Bastard......" Helkin yelled angrily.

He was about to say something, when he suddenly saw the eyes of a confidant beside him, and his anger gradually subsided. It took him a moment later to realize his mistake. This is a battlefield, a place where you need to speak with strength, not to hone your mouth. It's okay to do such a thing as scolding occasionally, but if you become addicted to scolding, it's over. Can you rely on saliva to drown the other person? Can you stun the other person to death with your voice? What a joke!

"These fools!" Xu Xingxia couldn't help but quietly despise his opponent again.

The war began, the two armies scolded each other, and it was actually the commanders of both sides who were uncomfortable. This kind of plot, which only appears in storytelling novels, is actually of no use in reality. The battle of winning by swearing people seems to have never been heard of in reality. The scolding is that he has no ability and does not dare to take the initiative to attack. The one who was scolded was to be a turtle with a shrunken head for the time being. Whoever lasts longer will be able to achieve the final victory.

Xu Xingxia was used to being an otaku in his previous life, and now he is temporarily an otaku in the Ming Dynasty, and it is not a big problem. He pretended not to hear the Tatars' scolding. In fact, even if he showed that he heard it, it didn't matter. For his unresponsiveness, the white-clothed army can fully understand. On the contrary, if he couldn't help it and rushed out to fight the Tatars, it would be a real brain problem. I can't bear to be scolded twice, what a childish psychology it must be! There are tens of thousands of Tatars! You are alone with tens of thousands of people, do you really think that you are the god of Erlang? Can you hit 10,000 at a time?

It's Erdun and Helekin who can't save face. Anyway, the two of them are also tribal leaders, and when they encounter such a situation, they are indeed not willing to be shrunken turtles. They took the initiative to start the battle, and the troops under their command were nearly ten times that of the white-clothed army! The forces that occupied such superiority did not immediately attack, but instead adopted the tactics of scolding the streets. This kind of behavior, to put it mildly, is simply cowardice! If there was a kind, I would have said nothing a long time ago, and I would have rushed up and started fighting. What a fool is wasting his tongue with you!

However, neither of them made an impulsive move. Uncomfortable is uncomfortable, face is face, in the face of the interests of the real surname, these are not to worry. If they can use the tactics of scolding the street to get more benefits at a smaller cost, they will definitely continue to scold. What's a little weird is that when he was scolding the street, Eryudun looked at Helkin and didn't say a word, hoping that Helkin would strike first. Helkin also looked at Eyudun and kept smiling, hoping that Eyudun would strike first. The end result was that neither of them made a move.

The most basic principle of combat is to have fewer deaths. Especially for nomadic people, whose population is already small, if the casualties are too large, it will affect the foundation of the tribe. If you must die, it is better to die for people from other tribes, and never for people from your own tribe. Helkin originally hoped to borrow the hand of Eryudun to eradicate Xu Xingxia, of course he hoped that the Eryudun tribe could take the lead in acting, playing the vanguard, and consuming the ammunition of the white-clothed army.

However, Erdun is not a fool. His mind is no longer hot, and he is fully aware of the power of the white-clothed army. Playing as a striker, he won't take the initiative to do it. Don't people who think they die enough, not fast enough? To tell the truth, the three thousand-man team under his command must not be easily lost. Without these three thousand-man teams, his tribe, in the steppes, would also have a serious existential crisis. Self-protection is beyond his strength, and he takes the initiative to bear the casualties, and it is estimated that only the guy who is too stupid to be stupid can do it.

The battlefield seems to suddenly become weird. The sound of scolding the street is basically inaudible. In the Gobi Desert outside Zhenyuan Pass, there is only the sound of the wind whirring by. The strange screams coming from the depths of the Gobi Desert are very clear. The dust that was constantly being rolled up rushed towards the camp of the white-clothed army. Many white-clothed sergeants are covered with dust, and they need to shake their bodies from time to time to shake off these nasty dusts.

The Tatars did not take the initiative to attack, and the white-coats certainly did not return fire. The battle lines of the two sides are frozen for the time being. However, the stalemate of the front does not mean that there is no fighting. On the battlefield, there are always sporadic personnel moving. These people are the scouts of both sides. Their fighting, too, was extremely fierce, and the casualty ratio was also very high. The sound of gunfire came from time to time. Sometimes, you can even hear the sound of a war horse neighing, which is estimated to be a scout's war horse, which was hit by the enemy and was on the verge of death.

On the eve of the battle between the two armies, the most frequent activities and the most dangerous surnames are probably the scouts of the warring parties. How do scouts know about intel? The best way, of course, is to scratch your tongue. What is the best option for tongue grabbing? Of course, it's the other party's scouts. Compared with ordinary soldiers, the information that scouts know is definitely the most complete and accurate. This is because they must be familiar with the specific situation of their troops, and when they encounter an emergency, they can quickly judge whether the incident will be beneficial or disadvantageous to their troops.

In general, on the battlefield, there are basically no scouts that move alone, so as not to be taken advantage of by the enemy. Unless it's this scout's ability, it's really strong. Or maybe this scout performs a task that must be performed alone. Otherwise, when scouts are active, they are basically in groups of three or five, and sometimes they need to cover each other. On some special occasions, the injured scout must end his or her own surname, or ask a companion to end his or her own surname. For they must not fall into the hands of the enemy alive.

The scout team of the White Army, from the day it was formed, has been emphasizing this point. If you are unfortunately injured and cannot bring it back, you must end your life by yourself or by your companions. This is something that must be accepted when joining the scouting team. There is no doubt that this rule is very cold. However, at that time, the way of thinking of both warring parties was like this, without exception. If you can't accept this arrangement, you'd better not choose the scout party. It's definitely not the place you want to be.

(To be continued)