The Red Chamber: The Rise of the Shuzi

Chapter 169
Looking at the unconcealable fear on Moron's face.

Jia Jing smiled and said: "I just mentioned the simplest solution that can be done once and for all! Besides, didn't Mo Lun Khan really want to know just now?"

"I'm not! I don't! Don't talk nonsense!"

Mo Lun hurriedly shook his head and waved his hands, and directly denied the three consecutive deliveries, saying: "General Jia misheard, this king never wants to know this!"

After hesitating for a while, Mo Lun looked at Jia Jing's half-smile, and cautiously persuaded him, "General Jia, isn't it good for someone who is so prone to subjugate the country and exterminate his species?"

Jia Jing said with a smile: "Don't worry Khan Molun, this method is the last resort for the enemy. After all, killing the enemy ten thousand and self-defeating eight thousand, this kind of strategy that hurts both sides will definitely not be used until the last moment of.

Besides, Meng Yuan is a vassal state of my Great Zhou, so I would naturally not do such evil things on your territory!Don't worry about Khan! "

……

However, after hearing Jia Jing's words, Mo Lun didn't have the slightest feeling of worrying.

What to say because Meng Yuan is a vassal state of the Great Zhou, naturally he will not use that poisonous trick on Meng Yuan.

The meaning of co-authorship is that if one day Meng Yuan no longer recognizes that he is a vassal state of the Great Zhou, this strategy will be used?

……

"Since Meng Yuan surrendered on the table and recognized Dazhou as the suzerain, it is natural to keep his word!"

A somewhat stiff smile appeared on Morun's face, and he changed the subject: "General Jia, I think we should continue discussing the relocation of the tribes?"

"..."

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On the vast plain, more than a hundred shepherds drove large herds of cattle and sheep to the interior of Tatar.

Behind the herd of cattle followed a large convoy.

The convoy moved forward slowly, and those children who were not as tall as the wheels ran around their own scooter, laughing all the way.

The crisp bells on the necks of the cows and horses pulling the carts, mixed with the laughter of the children, accompanied the convoy all the way.

On the cart, unlike the carefree children, the adults had deep worries on their faces.

This time, I was forced to relocate the tribe by the Oirats. After the long journey and the severe cold along the way, I don’t know how many livestock I will lose!
Originally, this year's situation was not very good, and after this long and difficult migration, life in the coming year will definitely be even more difficult!

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As the convoy was going, suddenly there was a loud and low horn sound from behind.

Immediately, the horns sounded together in the entire convoy.

On the cart, everyone couldn't help but be taken aback.

But soon, they remembered what the tribal leader had said before the migration, and the horn sounded, indicating that the Oirats were catching up!

There was panic in the convoy.

A large number of vehicles formed a large circle directly nearby, and people hid in the circle, hoping to rely on the surrounding vehicles to stop the horseshoes of the Wala people.

The children running around were also caught. After giving them a few slaps, they threw them into the center of the circle, and they tied the animals pulling the carts to each other to prevent them from running around.

Then they picked up everything they had at hand, and nervously looked outside the convoy.

Sticks, kitchen knives, stones...

All the things that can be moved and can cause harm have become weapons for these herdsmen to defend against the Oirats.

In the circle, the cries of children and the neighing of livestock instantly resounded.

……

After a while, the ground began to tremble slightly.

The Vala are here!
The sound of rumbling horseshoes, like a dull thunder, rolled from a distance and spread to the convoy.

There was another panic in the convoy!
The only remaining guards in the tribe grabbed the reins of the horses, drew out the scimitars around their waists, and stared at the direction of the sound of horseshoes, their faces full of determination!
next moment.

On the dirt slope not far from the convoy, a black wave rolled up the dust and came straight towards the convoy.

Thunder, coming closer!
……

The Oirat cavalry on the slope naturally found the huge convoy not far away, each of them grinning grinningly, waving the sharp machetes in their hands, mobilizing their horses, and rushed towards the convoy quickly.

Not far away, whether it was the dense herd of livestock or the mountains of things piled up on the cart, these Oirat cavalrymen were greedy.

They whistled harshly, shouted and charged towards the convoy.

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In the convoy.

"Ugh..."

There was another short sound of the horn, which was the leader of the tribe calling everyone to defend against the enemy.

In this small tribe, there are only more than 200 cavalry guards left, and they are gathering in one place quickly under the sound of horns.

"charge!"

With a shout in the team, the sound of the horned cornet was heard in a hurry.

Most of this group of guard cavalry who had never been on the battlefield, under the leadership of the leading cavalry, launched a desperate charge towards the Oirat cavalry!
In the convoy, people don't know whose sons, fathers, or husbands these cavalrymen are; In it, I fight my way out...

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The Oirat cavalry looked at the guards blocking the front.

The layers of ordinary furs on the latter's body, as well as the lingering fear hidden under the fortitude on his face, all made the grin on the faces of this group of Oirat cavalry deepen a bit.

Such a group of rookie opponents were not taken seriously by the Oirat cavalry at all.

As the horn sounded, two cavalry teams quickly approached.

Just when the two sides were still two or three hundred steps away, a rain of arrows was thrown from the hands of the Oirat cavalry.

The 500 Oirat cavalrymen, in just thirty or fifty steps, opened their bows three times in succession, and shot three waves of arrow rain, across the void, and landed directly on the head of the guards...

Afterwards, the Oirat cavalry drew out their scimitars again, waved their snow-white blades, and roared to charge!

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Under the rain of three waves of arrows, screams came from the guard cavalry.

Just a face-to-face meeting, before the hand-to-hand combat, almost half of the guards lost their lives under the rain of arrows.

As one figure after another fell from the horseback, the people in the convoy couldn't help but began to pray for the remaining cavalry in the escort.

……

The distance between the two sides was less than a hundred meters.

The sound of rumbling horseshoes has become one, and both sides have increased their speed to the peak, and charged each other...

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Amidst successive muffled noises, the two cavalrymen collided fiercely.

Immediately, the sound of the scimitar cutting through the flesh and the cruel and insolent laughter of the Oirat cavalry spread to the convoy.

Under the disbelieving eyes of everyone, the desperate charge launched by more than 200 guards only exchanged for less than ten Oirat cavalry.

The morale in the team fell to the bottom in an instant...

(End of this chapter)