When a series of heart-stirring strange sounds like "boom boom boom boom" rang out, Zhebu's heart skipped a beat. Oh no, he had been ambushed. Before he could make any further reaction, he only had time to curl up and press his body tightly against the horse's back. The ear-piercing scream passed over his head with overwhelming force, making people's scalp numb. There were already people around him. There were several screams, and several companions fell down from their horses wailing, and then a dark silhouette of the horse suddenly appeared from the mouth of the ditch.
Before the few survivors could take a breath, more than a dozen riders from the Mizoguchi formed an attack formation and rushed towards the ditch with thunderous force. The thunderous hoofbeats stirred up countless sand and dust, and the raised machetes even hit the ditch. There was also a murderous aura in the dark night, coming like a storm. Zhebu complained secretly but did not dare to retreat. The enemy already had a geographical advantage. If he retreated again, he would be afraid of the people behind him. He and himself can only bury their bones in this. The long knife at his waist was drawn out in the shortest time, and the horse rushed straight up. Facing the opponent's charging figure, Zhebu roared angrily, and the long knife in his hand swayed from bottom to top with bursts of wind and thunder, and suddenly Lifting it upwards, it happened to collide with the opponent's knife that was slashing wildly. There was a harsh sound of metal and iron, and in just a short moment, both sides slashed three swords at this moment. The flying sparks made Both sides could vaguely see each other's ferocious face.
This kind of face-to-face hand-to-hand combat in the dark night, the competition is courage and arm strength, there is no trick at all, any tricks at this time can only bring death to the master. The soldiers rushing behind both sides knew this deeply. One wanted to intercept the other side with all his strength, while the other side had to risk his life to break out and encircle him. This was a life-and-death fight. The red eyes in the dark night were only the opponent's body and the weapons in his hands. Weapons, cutting down and killing each other are the only choices in both sides' minds.
With knife shadows crisscrossing each other and murderous intent running rampant, without a single unnecessary word, two groups of bloody men started a bloody fight in the ditch at the corner of the Tengger Grassland.
The crisp sound of gold and iron clashing was particularly harsh in the quiet night. Zawari, who was following behind, felt ecstatic in his heart and couldn't help shouting: "Hurry up, they are surrounded, and there is a bounty of ten coins for each captured alive." , kill one with five pieces!”
Just when Zawari led the cavalry to swarm up from behind and prepared to catch the turtle in the urn, the experienced Zhebu had already realized the seriousness of the matter. If he could not break through the encirclement in front of him immediately and let the enemies behind him catch up and outflank him, then But there is really no chance to escape. No longer hesitating, as the blades crossed, Zhebu leaned slightly to avoid the knife that was pulled up from behind. The sharp blade easily passed through the worn leather armor on his back. In an instant, he could even feel the blood splashing in his body. He came out, but at this time he had successfully stabbed his sword into the chest of the enemy who was blocking him. Just as the opponent curled up in pain and collapsed, the blood spurted out from the mouth even spattered Zhebu's face, and the strong blood was The smell made the battle-hardened Zhebu feel a little uncomfortable. But this was not the time to think about other issues. Zhebu didn't even have time to withdraw his knife before he pushed the opponent away, forced a breakthrough, and jumped out on horseback.
The two horsemen behind him finally waited for this opportunity. At the moment when the two sides formed an encirclement, they followed Zhebu's swaying figure and galloped out, quickly disappearing into the dark prairie.
Zawari, who arrived with the follow-up personnel, after getting rid of the remaining Mott scouts, waved his hand to stop his men who were still trying to pursue. In this deep night environment, if you want to capture those familiar with the terrain on the vast grassland, The name Mote Scout is tantamount to whimsical, and the Mote people who use the cover of night can even easily snipe their own side on this endless grassland. This kind of thing that is not worth the gain and loss, Zavari will never do it. The opponent's courage to endure pain and break his wrist at the critical moment made Zavari admire his opponent's decisiveness. However, the gap in strength cannot be changed by the ability of one or two people, just like this Tengger Grassland War. .
Cui Wenxiu sat in the commander's camp and carefully read the intelligence piled on the desk. The intelligence staff next to him was constantly picking out the important ones that must be known to the commander from the mountain of intelligence information, as he went deep into the Tengger Grassland. Cui Wenxiu of the Northwest Pioneer Army was extremely cautious. He knew that this battle was different from the battle with the Western Expedition, which was as easy and simple as the battle with the Pangzhe people. That battle involved preparedness versus unpreparedness, and there was a huge gap in strength between the two sides. There was almost nothing. Suspense, but this battle is different. Both sides are ready. The Mote people are said to have mobilized for war. Not only did they move all herdsmen westward, but they also recruited a large number of herdsmen to join the army. It seems that they are really preparing to fight with themselves. It's a head-on confrontation, but this seems to be their wishful thinking. They are trying to lengthen their own supply line, harass and attack their own logistics supplies, and force their own logistics to retreat. They are covering up from behind. This is theoretically a It's a wonderful plan, whether it can succeed or not is another matter.
His boss had already discussed with him the difficulties he would encounter in the battle into the Tengger Grassland. As expected, the Mote people did not want to fight and moved west to escape, but Cui Wenxiu also knew that there was something hidden here. Following the murderous intent, he had already taken the lead and penetrated 400 miles into the Tengger Grassland, arriving at the center of the former Mote people. Following his own division, the second and third divisions of the Northwest First Army had also arrived, as well as Later, the Guards Division and the Nanjierok Fifth Division came, but the scouts still found no trace of the enemy. It seems that the enemy is really going to adopt the method of luring the enemy deep into the vast prairie. If the enemy thinks that he can avoid it, his side is really helpless. The test is the problem of his side's logistics supply line. The food carried with the army is only enough to last for half a month even if it is consumed intensively. The rest will need to be transported from Qingyang. Fortunately, Mangye Town has stored a large amount of grain and grass, which can be transported continuously. However, the problem of protecting the transportation line must be borne by its own division.
The door curtain opened, and two fierce figures flashed in.
"Oh, you two are here?" Cui Wenxiu raised his head and saw the two of them entering the tent, and greeted them with a smile.
The two of them were not polite, and sat down on the carpet beside the low platform, lying on their backs and stretching comfortably.
"Oh, you cavalry are lucky. Four legs are carrying you. Unfortunately, we only have to rely on the two miserable legs given by our parents. ***, for four hundred miles, we still have to march with heavy loads. It takes three days. Come here, you really think highly of us." The strong man with a dusty face lay on the carpet and lamented, "Although our brothers in the third division can still stand it, their appetite is 30% longer than usual, damn it , I originally planned to bring half a month’s worth of food, but now I can get it for twelve days.”
"Old Mu, those Gaoyue soldiers of yours are okay. They are all born to march. Our second division is suffering. Who has ever suffered like this? Over a hundred miles a day, the brothers are all shouting "Suffer" No, but who dares to delay? If I had known this, I wouldn't have said anything to grab the first place." Another strong man leaning to the side also unceremoniously took the coffee placed on the low table and sighed After drinking it all, he said, "Look, the coffee is extremely fragrant. Think about us, how can we not have the leisure to enjoy the hobbies of these elegant people?"
Seeing the two of them looking like this, Cui Wenxiu couldn't help but grin: "Who showed up in front of Mr. Li with a military order? Why is this kind of marching so trivial? Daily marching training has already been done. Many times, ho ho, that mouth is sweeter than that of the general commentator, and can barely catch up with the speed of our cavalry. Now that you are complaining in front of me, it seems a bit unjustifiable."
The strong man lying on the carpet was naturally Mulige, the division commander of the third division of the Northwest First Army. He marched four hundred miles in three days. Even this infantry division composed entirely of Gaoyue soldiers was a little overwhelmed. Fortunately, he finally arrived at the designated place within the stipulated time, otherwise he would have to carry around the military order he had issued. The guy drinking Cui Wenxiu's coffee is of course Sha Lang, the commander of the Second Division. As a mixed division, in terms of infantry marching speed alone, they cannot compare with the Third Division. It's just that they are a mixed division. The cavalry of this regiment gave them a lot of head start, and they were also equipped with two hundred military transport vehicles, so they could keep up with the marching speed of the third division.
"Wenxiu, what you said is easy. Didn't we want to win a battle at the beginning? This first battle has to let our third division take the lead. Who would have thought that the Lord's order would make us travel long distances? March, do I dare to speak softly at that time? I'm afraid that if I speak softly, your lord will never consider us again in future wars. Didn't you see that boy Zeppelin looking eager to try? I wish you could just let your lord give the order. They, the Fifth Division of Nanjie Locke, went in first." Mulige was still lying on the carpet and resting. Even the coffee brought by the guards just put it aside with his hands, but his body did not want to move at all, "Huh, Don’t even look at how many of our Northwest First Army Corps are here, it’s not their turn yet.”
"Yes, this kid Zeppelin has been holding back his energy for leading the Guide Guard Division. He has long wanted to get rid of the guard division's skin. This time, he finally came across the opportunity to reorganize the army and got such a quota. I've finally become a regular person, and I don't want to make some achievements for everyone to see. I'm afraid I feel aggrieved because the two of us have taken the lead." Sha Lang also explained with a smile, that Qi Berlin originally He and Mulig were originally from the earliest city guards in Wufeng, but the opportunities were not as good as he and Mulig. Now that it was difficult to get ahead, they naturally wanted to achieve some results.