In the Turkic camp in the Burhan Mountains, Feng Yancheng, the grassland warrior who had been attacking without success for a long time, had already received the battle report about the Huangshagang incident. After quietly listening to the whole process of the attack on Huangshagang, he sat in his seat without saying a word, so quiet that it was a little scary.
Before Fengyan City launched a general attack on the Mongolian tribes, someone actually dared to stab him in the vitals first
"How much food and fodder is left?"
"No... I don't know the exact number. The camp is still counting it. It hasn't been completely burned down. There must be a part..." The person who came to report the news was frightened by the appearance of Fengyan City in front of him. He was trembling and unable to speak.
"We can't use it anymore. The Poison King Jamuka has already taken action. The remaining food and grass should have been poisoned by them. Burn them all. Don't leave any behind!" Feng Yancheng stood up suddenly.
"Where are Wu Shentong from the west and Youming from the east?"
"The Wushentong has arrived at Bohai Sea, and the battle should have begun by now! As for the Youming in the east, they should still be sweeping the hinterland, right?"
"Pass the order down, order Wu Shentong to give up attacking Bohai State, and lead his troops to attack the Burerhan Mountain area from two fronts with the main force of my central army. As for Youming, I don't care what method he uses, whether it's stealing or robbing, he must support the front line with food and grass, and by the way, catch the two hundred people who attacked my Huangshagang!"
Feng Yancheng took a breath and said, "Such elite Mongolian cavalry, and nearly ten super masters like Jamukha, this is definitely not a small fight, this must be Temujin's backup plan. He hopes to use this small team to fight for a chance of survival in the rear of our army. Haha! It's just a foolish dream!"
For many years, even when facing the once invincible Khitans, Feng Yancheng always felt confident. Only this time, he felt a little pain.
Two hundred people...
Defeated Dako...
Looted Huangshagang...
Feng Yancheng thought of this and punched the table in front of him. A low roar spread out from his chest.
"... Tomorrow, the entire army will launch a fierce attack! Flatten the Burerhan Mountains!"
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In the dark night, amidst the snow and wind, on the long mountain road, a small group of people are marching forward with high momentum.
The battle broke out extremely quickly. Before the opponent could react, the fighting on the front line had been suppressed by a series of masters. Jamukha, who sneaked in from the rear, completely established the victory with lightning speed.
Although the casualties were not large, there were only 200 people in total and every life was precious. But at this moment the morale of this team was still extremely high. The unrivaled Turkic Jinlang Army that roamed the vast frontier had just been completely defeated by them, and the important grain and grass town guarded by tens of thousands of people was burned down. It was indeed a victory worthy of pride.
Suddenly, a long cry of an eagle was heard from the sky, and a black shadow suddenly fell down, holding a human head in his hand. It was Heshar.
"The Turks sent a lot of scouts to follow us, but I have killed them all. We can now go on our journey with peace of mind!"
"They won't let us go..." Zhou Yi looked back at the distance of the snowy wind. In fact, it was pitch black everywhere. "Thank you for your hard work these past few days, Heshal. I'll ask Zhebie to help you. You must ensure that our whereabouts are not exposed! This will be the top priority of our next plan!"
"I understand." Hesar raised his head slightly and answered confidently.
Zhou Yi paused for a moment, then slowly dismounted and walked onto a large rock in the distance. Soon, a clear voice sounded in front of the team: "I have a few words to say."
The sky before dawn was the darkest and also the quietest and lonely. The wind and snow had stopped. After Zhou Yi's voice rang out, hundreds of people quickly quieted down and consciously looked at the figure walking on the gravel.
"Are you excited? I am excited too. We are executing a plan that is 100% sure of death, but this is the only way to save Mongolia! When we set out, I was unsure whether we were going to die in today's battle or whether we could really accomplish something. In the end, we really did it! The Turkic Golden Wolf Army is the strongest army outside the Great Wall. Countless soldiers of various ethnic groups have fallen at their feet, and today we showed them what a real Mongolian man is!"
There was a burst of cheers in the team, and everyone expressed their pride from the bottom of their hearts!
Then, Zhou Yi’s face became a little serious and he paused. The soldiers below also sat up straight subconsciously.
"But the situation is still passive. That bastard from Fengyan City still has a million troops under his command that are attacking our homeland all night long. Our families, brothers, and parents are suffering from their destruction. Is what we are doing now enough?"
"Not enough!" The Mongolian soldier shouted, veins popping out on his forehead. The next moment, the same voice rang out like a tidal wave.
"Yes! It's not enough, so we have to do more and better, so that we can save those people who are living a hard life in the Burerhan Mountains!" Zhou Yi's sharp eyes swept across the crowd below, and the silent silence was quietly breeding a breathtaking power.
"The situation is very unfavorable to us now. Even if we destroy the granary in Huangshagang, the Turks can still survive the food crisis by looting. So we have to be more thorough! We have to be like a bloodthirsty sword, stabbing the Turks in the heart. Do you want us to surrender? We have to see if they have the life to take it!"
"So our most urgent task right now is to reach the densely populated Shangjing Linhuangfu. It is the capital of the old Khitan. The densely populated and oppressed Khitan people have an irreconcilable hatred for the Turks. As long as we can show our flags there, the entire old Khitan land will immediately riot! Thousands of people will pick up their weapons and rush over to support us!"
"The frontier is now like a pile of dried firewood, and our weak army is the burning fire. How can we prevent the precious fire from being blown out by the strong wind and make the whole pile of firewood burn and ignite the light?" Staring at the slightly tired soldiers below, Zhou Yi said word by word: "We have a heavy responsibility!"
The forest suddenly became solemn and quiet. Someone stood up, and then almost all the soldiers stood up, their eyes burning red, and it was unclear whether they were moved or incited.
"The whole army must march as fast as possible. We must reach Shangjing Linhuangfu within two days, even if we break our legs! Do you understand?"
"yes!!!"
The deafening roar was like a wave of rage that everyone was holding back. It shook the entire mountain plain in an instant. It was a pressure that was more dignified than murderous intent. Above the trees, snow fell down in a rush. An unknown scout reined in his horse in the darkness, circling in confusion and fear, not knowing what was happening over there. (To be continued)