On the way south, Hellerkin appeared depressed and irritable, urging his men to hurry up every day. Under his constant urging, the cavalry of the Kellergin tribe hurried quite fast, almost reaching the point of two hundred miles a day. Therefore, when Eyudun was thinking bitterly, he had already led a large army and came behind Eyudun. When Eyudun arrived at Zhenyuanguan, Hellegin also followed. As a result, the Tartars of the two tribes, almost front and back, rushed to Zhenyuan Pass in a steady stream. Minghao's intelligence work has some minor flaws, and he thought that the Tartars came together.

The Tartars, who were full of 7,000 troops, completely occupied the Gobi Desert north of Zhenyuanguan. Standing on the side of Zhenyuan Pass, you can only see the front part of the Tartar cavalry, and the follow-up strength of the Tartar cavalry is completely unclear. This time, the Tartars who went south also seemed to have used the most primitive deceptive tactics. They've added a lot of flags to the ranks. It is simply impossible to deduce the exact strength of the Tartar cavalry based solely on the number of banners.

The thousand-man army of the Tartars, when calculating the strength of the troops, is a little different from the Han army. In general, the thousand-man detachment of the Tartars, all of them counted only combat cavalry. Other auxiliary troops, such as Han Chinese slaves, personnel of other small tribes, and logistics personnel, are basically not counted. A thousand-man team is a thousand pure combat soldiers. Don't do anything but fight. This point is somewhat similar to the White Army. Therefore, looking at it from a distance, the strength of the Tartars is at least more than 10,000 people.

As the saying goes, if there are tens of thousands of people, there is no boundary. As cavalry, each person occupies much more space than infantry. Where one cavalry can be accommodated, at least five or more infantrymen can be accommodated. In other words, more than 10,000 cavalry were all lined up, occupying an area almost equal to more than 50,000 infantry. This leads to the Gobi Desert in the north of Zhenyuan Pass, which is almost not enough to stand. For this reason, the Tatars had to shrink the distance between their cavalry and make their ranks denser so that they could devote more troops to the charge.

After several beatings, the Tatars summed up the experience of not widening the distance between the cavalry, but the opposite. They tried to take a higher-speed, more intensive assault and rushed towards the white-clothed troops. According to their thinking, they took the densest formation to charge, and even if half of the people were killed, the other half could rush into the barracks of the white-clothed army. They all felt that it was impossible for the guns used by the white-clad army to kill all the Tatars. As long as a hundred Tatar cavalrymen, or even fifty, successfully stormed the barracks of the white-clothed army, the final victory would definitely belong to the Tatars.

"These stupid hats." Xu Xingxia couldn't help but sneer.

The Tatars actually shrank their forces, and they were simply looking for death. In front of the guns of the white-clothed army, there is nothing more stupid than the tactics of crowds. The accuracy of the moon gun was not very good, and if the Tatar cavalry scattered the attack, the number of mini bullets that were wasted would be a lot. However, if the ranks of the Tatar cavalry were dense, the number of mini bullets wasted would be very small. Since the Mini bullets will not be wasted, it is self-evident what fate awaits the Tatar cavalry.

Xu Xingxia looked out from the barracks of the white-clothed army, and all he saw was a piece of black pressing. Those are the figures of the hazy Tatar cavalry. The north wind kept blowing up the sand, causing his vision to appear very blurry. If you have poor eyesight, you can't see clearly what is in front of you. Fortunately, his sight was still quite good, and he could still see the general outline of the Tatar cavalry. However, what kind of expression was on the face of the Tatar cavalry, Xu Xingxia could not see.

If it was a year ago, when the Tartars of this scale went south, and more than a thousand Ming troops were stationed near Zhenyuan Pass, they would not have the ability to block the Tartars from going south. With just one charge from the Tartars, the Ming army could be completely covered. In the face of tens of thousands of Tatar cavalry, even if all the Ming troops in Ningxia Town were dispatched, it was not enough to see. In the twenty-first year of Wanli, the entire four towns in the northwest were all thrown into battle, and the war was raging.

Only this time, tens of thousands of Tartar cavalry went south, and Ningxia Town still seemed very quiet. Except for the white army, the others did not react at all. Because, the bosses of Ningxia Town seem to be very relieved of his Xu Xingxia's combat ability. They didn't mean to ask about the town at all. Not only did no reinforcements be dispatched, but there was not even a single hypocritical concern. It seems that they have collectively forgotten Xu Xingxia.

Even, the information fed back from Wang Qinian, this time the Tartars went south in a big way, and the governors of the three sides and the military department of the imperial court seemed to be sitting firmly in Diaoyutai and were not flustered at all. It seems that the information reported to them by Ningxia Town is not 10,000 Tartars going south at all, but 100 Tartars going south. Since there are only a hundred Tartars dispatched, with Xu Xingxia here, just leave it to him. The adults above, do whatever you have to do, eat, drink and have fun, spend all day and drink, sing songs night and night, get drunk and gold, gamble and remember, and don't delay anything............ "The number of Ming troops, is it really that?" ”

He looked ahead suspiciously and asked in disbelief.

Although I have learned from my subordinates the specific number of the Ming army, the specific number, and the name of the commander. also learned about Xu Xingxia's identity and origin. However, when he really came to the front line and saw the Ming army's arrangement, he still felt hard to believe that Zaktai, who led the elite cavalry, actually died in the hands of the other party. If it weren't for the pinched and slightly blue arm reminding him all the time that this was not a dream, he would probably really think that he was in a dream now. Then perverted things are simply impossible.

You must know that the more than 1,000 Ming troops, when they are huddled together, they don't look very conspicuous. Looking at it from more than a hundred zhang away, the barracks of the white-clothed army were only the size of a pile of horse manure at most, and it was still horse manure pulled out by the foal. Originally, in order to give full play to the power of the van and the power of the trebuchet, the white-clothed army deliberately pressed their military camp very small. Looking at it from a distance, it is indeed more small.

If it was before, for such a number of Ming troops, all the Tartar commanders would make the same action without thinking, that is, immediately draw their swords, or bend their bows and arrows, and then shout and rush forward. Eryudun will be no exception. Because, as a rule of thumb, such a number of Tartars, even if the turtles and hedgehogs are gathered together, can wipe them all out with a single charge, without any strategy or tactics.

But now, more than a thousand white-clothed soldiers are stationed here, and the Tartars just don't dare to act rashly. He walked back and forth suspiciously, not knowing how many times he stared at the barracks of the white-clothed army, but he couldn't find a place to start. It's really hard to say what kind of sword is hidden in a pile of small horse manure. If you just get close, a sharp sword suddenly appears in the horse manure and stabs you in the chest, it will be bad.

Who Zaktai is, the people of the Edun tribe know very well. And who Gugla is, the people of the Kyllegin tribe also know very well. The outstanding generals of the two tribes died in the hands of Xu Xingxia in the end, how dare others act rashly? They came to Zhenyuan Pass to take revenge and for profit, but they didn't continue to come to die.

"That's all there should be." Hellerkin lowered his head and said in a bitter tone.

As a result of the continuous blows to the tribe, Helkin himself was not only more than ten years older in appearance, but also twenty years older in mentality. He used to be high-spirited and speak strongly, but now he seems weak and powerless when he speaks, as if he has no strength. He wanted to re-elevate his waist and condescendingly look at the white-clothed army, but unfortunately, he couldn't do it. The white-clothed army on the opposite side is something he can't look at at at at all.

In fact, after coming to Zhenyuanguan, Hellergin himself was also very entangled. This battle is a complete gamble! The stakes are the life and death of the entire Hellerkin tribe. If the battle is won, the Hellerkin tribe will survive. If the battle is lost, then the Hellerkin tribe will definitely not exist. Don't doubt Xu Xingxia's ruthless methods. Old Devil Xu's nickname is definitely not a flattering word. If you want to say that he is not stressed, it is absolutely impossible. In order to fight for victory, he was so worried that all his hair was about to turn gray.

Once upon a time, the Kyllegin tribe was also very beautiful. They have lived in the Bayannur grassland south of Yinshan Mountain for hundreds of years. During this period, they not only defeated the many attacks of the Ming army, but also repelled the attacks of the Mongol Tumut tribe many times, so that Lin Dan Khan was helpless. They have always firmly occupied the rich Bayannur grassland. Thanks to the abundance of the grassland, the strength of the tribe has been steadily improving. If nothing goes smoothly and nothing goes well, in a hundred years there will be no problem at all in being among the top tribes of the Tatars. At that time, the whole tribe will have unlimited scenery.

It's a pity that with the appearance of a person named Xu Xingxia, this scenery disappeared and disappeared without a trace. What followed was an unusually painful blow. At this stage, a big defeat has already broken the bones of the Hellerkin tribe, not to mention the chain of failures. Especially the last two defeats, which literally cost the life of the Hellergin tribe. Except for the extremely large number of Han people, who else can withstand such a heavy blow!

The current Kyllegin tribe can only be described as dying. That's right, it's dying. There was only one last breath left. If something even worse, the Hellerkin tribe may disappear forever. Helkin appeared here with his army to avoid his tribe disappearing forever. Whether it is a competent or incompetent tribal leader, the last thing they want to see is that their tribe disappears forever. Without their own tribe, what else do they have? It's not even as good as a dog!

Zaktai's defeat and capture made Helekin even more entangled. This made Helekin fully realize that the victory of the White Army definitely depended on strength, not on any conspiracy. The strength of the white-clothed army is there, and even if the Tatars win, it will be a miserable victory. If it is a crushing victory, the strength of the Helkin tribe will still be greatly weakened.

Even if he can snatch back a lot of wealth, a lot of slaves, what's the use? Without fifty years, it is impossible for the strong men who were killed to recover. What is the difference between a tribe that does not have a sufficient number of strong men, but has a lot of wealth and a large number of slaves, in the eyes of other Tatar tribes, and a large piece of fragrant barbecue?

"Xu Xingxia, can you let me go? I'm not kidding......"

From time to time, Helgen even had such a ridiculous thought in her mind.

If Xu Xingxia dared to raise his hand and swear to the sky that he would never take the initiative to invade the Heljin tribe, Helgen would definitely be willing to sign a friendly alliance treaty with Xu Xingxia, strictly and seriously restrain his tribe, and never go south to attack Ningxia Town. Although, in the eyes of the Tatars, the oath of the Han people is like a fart, and if it is blown away by the wind, it will be gone. However, at this time, he really wanted from the bottom of his heart that Xu Xingxia could make such a poisonous oath.

Whether Xu Xingxia fulfilled his oath or not, in fact, it didn't matter at all. Importantly, Hellerkin himself wanted to be psychologically comforted. He felt like a tumbling goat's milk, constantly bubbling up. In such a state of mind, if he can still think calmly, he is really too perverted.

Next to him, he was also a little entangled. His drunkenness is now all awake. He analyzed what he had encountered, and felt more and more wrong. The capture of Zaktai made Eyudun deeply feel that he might have been deceived by the Kyllegin tribe. The Ming army in Ningxia Town is really not easy to gnaw!

The cavalry of the Kylekin tribe, who fought with the Ming army in Ningxia Town all the year round, must have a good understanding of the Ming army. As a result, they still suffered a big loss. But he still had a hot brain, so Zacktai went south alone. This is tantamount to sending a piece of fat to the mouth of the white-clothed army for nothing. In the world, it is estimated that there is no more stupid person than himself. In the dead of night, Eyudun couldn't help but slap himself twice. He can't tolerate his foolish behavior.

However, no matter how bad it is, they all have to gnaw. They've arrived, so don't go back! For people of their level, they haven't started fighting yet, and they just go back in disgrace, and they really can't explain it. Besides, after they go back, if they don't move immediately, what awaits them is the most tragic fate.

(To be continued)