box of hearts

Chapter 78
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The fire, as the mud-smeared arrows slammed down, lit up the night sky of the grassland.The stars are hidden, and the dark clouds are overwhelming.In an instant, the Oirats had rolled to the rejection horse in front of the camp—a cross-holed wooden path with spears inserted, which was specially designed to block cavalry assaults.After rejecting the horses, the Tatar soldiers also lined up. They are all people who have lived on the battlefield for many years. Hands resisted Wala's attack layer by layer.Some of Wala's cavalry directly hit the rejecting horse, and their intestines were pierced; some were stabbed by flying spears, fell off the horse and were dragged to death; More have ferociously crossed every layer of barriers and rushed towards the camp.

"There are thousands of opponents, and you and I only have a few hundred people. If we fight head-on, we will definitely lose. We can only take a risk!" After tying a huge bag to the back of the pack horse, Qi Sheteng rolled onto his mount , hissed and roared at the other rider beside him, and the stiff and frustrating Mongolian syllables rolled quickly, showing even more urgency.

In the open space outside the large tent of the Chinese army, Suhebalu was also dressed in military uniform, he gritted his back teeth and nodded heavily.

The two men raised their sabers at the same time, and swung them sharply at their subordinates in different directions.

The unstoppable Oirat army has opened a breakthrough in the Tatar camp, rushing in like a storm.The knights stabbed their horses eagerly, and the night wind whipped violently on the iron armor. No one noticed the extremely short "whoosh" and "whoosh". At the same time, the backs of the two war horses were empty.In the wormwood bushes ten steps away, a pair of lasso ropes were shortening rapidly.

The two Oirat soldiers who were tightly bound by the noose had just been dragged closer, and all their weapons were disarmed.This is a circle of about four to fifty people. In the center, a knee covered with fine iron knee pads pressed the elbow of one of the captives. Qi She's voice came from the helmet above, speaking in standard Mongolian: "Your camp, lead the way." The soldier lay on his back in the grass, maybe he hadn't reacted yet, so he didn't answer a word.Qi She immediately grabbed the index finger of his right hand and bent it outward, "Your camp, lead the way." The soldier let out an "ow", and the finger curled up obliquely against him at an impossible angle. on the back of the hand.A long string of words popped out of his mouth, they must not be good words, because Qi She then broke all his fingers one by one, repeating the brief request after each one was broken.

It took less than half a mile for the horse to run, and another Oirat soldier watched helplessly as his companion beside him was disqualified from fighting, his ears and nose were cut off, his eyes were stabbed blind, and his scalp was pulled off his skull.Every torture is accompanied by a mechanical sentence, as if the sentence itself is an evil spirit that devours life.Therefore, when the torturer stabbed the knife into the throat of his compatriot and stabbed him with eyes sharper than the knife, the soldier immediately shouted: "I lead the way! I lead the way!"

The dead man on the other side opened his eyes wide, and blood was slowly oozing from his head and feet.

And more blood was exploding like an explosion, bloody everywhere, the fresh body was torn apart one by one, and the internal organs were flying.Suhebalu brandished his blood-stained saber horizontally, and the cover lieutenant, Mo Zhigen, galloped into the night alone, until the dust from his horse's hooves disappeared, and then he turned around and shouted: "Withdraw!" Immediately, the heavily injured Tatar soldiers moved Follow the coach and flee into the remote wilderness night.The Oala army flattened the entire camp, roaring and chasing after it. If you look down from a high altitude, it looks like a little lamb is being chased by a group of ferocious beasts, stirring up billowing smoke.

Smoke, half-dead, rolled upwards, and the charcoal stars in the fire were bright and dark.The huge camp was set up on a small hill, quiet and deserted.A sporadic shadow floated in the mountainside of the night scene. The leading horse was a prisoner tied behind his back, with a cloth strip stuffed in his mouth, and he could only point his chin forward.

"My lord, he didn't lie." It was He Wuwei who spoke, holding a long jiji and wearing a pocket scorpion, "The Oirats ran long distances just for this purpose, and they didn't want to defend. .”

Qi She, who was also clasping the iron pocket, nodded her head, and then raised her hand to make a movement.He Wuwei picked up the horse's head and galloped back along the way.At the same moment, the captives of Oirat had their throats cut.Dozens of cavalry who followed Qi She scattered into the enemy camp like ghosts. The Wala people in the dream were not even fully equipped with armor, and were wiped out by the fine cavalry that fell from the sky.Qi She has counted the number of his own troops, three dead and one wounded, wiped out more than one hundred enemy troops, which is quite a brilliant record.At this point, he pulled off the wrapping bag he had been carrying all the way from the burdened horse, and shook it forward. Inside were large flags marked with the emblem of Sukhbaru one after another.

As for the owner of the badge, he had already been beaten to the ground and fled with his head buried. The blazing flames were thrown several miles away, and the night road was so dark that it was difficult to distinguish the enemy from himself.Suddenly, a pillar of red light rose from the sky in front of him. It was someone firing a torch.Sukhbaru originally led the team to flee to the east, but after that, they turned to the southeast where the light beam appeared.While the Oirats were surprised, they saw another torch flying straight into the sky, tearing apart the black sky, and then they heard the Tatars in front of them shouting indistinctly to each other: "It's right ahead! Be careful where you step !"

The Oirats' hairs stood on end immediately, which clearly indicated that there was a trap waiting at the signal, and more than two months ago, Sukhbaru used the same feint to lure them into the big swamp.What's more, it was dusk at any rate, but at this moment it was so dark that you couldn't see your fingers. If the Tatars followed their previous tricks, they might wipe out their entire army in a flash.While hesitating, the pursuit speed has slowed down, and the deserter was quickly lost.The leader of Oara gave the order to stop, and at the moment, with the tail of the team as the leader, the army returned the same way to clear the Tatar camps, looting and burning them.

On the other side of the wilderness, the third torch blasted into the sky with a howling sound.What the root of the light beam illuminates is not the ambush that the Oara people are afraid of, but only the Tatar deputy commander Mo Zhigen who is leading a dozen or so scattered soldiers.When he noticed something, he ran up the slope, raised his thumb and forefinger, and blew the sharp eagle whistle to the sky.Not long after, a group of cavalry arrived upon hearing the sound. Before the horses had stopped, the leader had already jumped off, "The Wala people were afraid of being tricked, so they didn't dare to chase them any more. What about Wenda?"

Mo Zhigen folded his chest and bowed to Suhebalu, "I would like to inform the second prince that the regent has not arrived yet, so wait and see."

After waiting for nearly half an hour, the horses and men were all breathing heavily, only to see He Wuwei who had whipped the horse until he was foaming at the mouth.Suhebalu ordered someone to change the horses for him, then he regrouped and led the way to the camp of the Oirats.

A white gleam floated between the sleepless world.

It is said that the proud Oala army plundered all the food, fodder and beautiful women from the Tatars, and returned with a full load.He ran non-stop for hundreds of miles overnight, sleepy and tired, and was about to go back to the camp to rest, but when he arrived at the foot of the hill where he had to camp, the sharp-eyed generals all changed their colors, "Why did the flag change?!"

Song Ming put all his bright lights on, as if to make this scene more real: it was the enemy's flag that was fluttering fiercely in the morning wind.The Wala people immediately went into an uproar.

In the chaos, a horn was heard behind him, and the hills in front echoed the sound of a war drum, and a group of people rushed straight down.In the milky sky, where the light is not yet bright, you can only see the overwhelming smoke and dust being lifted up. I don't know if there are hundreds or thousands of people.Before being able to catch up with the upheaval on this side, there was already a great chaos on the other side. Suhebalu, who had been driven to the end of the night, led his people to emerge from the dawn again, and drew out the Flowing Cloud Arrow smartly.In an instant, the Tatar side sent arrows like rain.

Shocked, the Oirats were caught in an ambush again, and were washed away without two flanks, leaving their luggage and running for their lives.And those generals who unfortunately fell into the rain of arrows fell to the ground one by one.

The rising sun of this day was extraordinarily dazzling due to the blood.

In front of the tent on the top of the hill, Qi She and Suhe Baru were covered in mottled war smoke, and their helmets had been removed. A pair of men with different styles but equally heroic were full of excitement and drunkenness.Qi She's subordinates were still busy removing handfuls of rotten leaves from the horse's tail. Thanks to the fog they swept out, they could make a team of less than a hundred people look as if they were tens of thousands of horses and mighty.

"Soldiers, there are deceitful ways[2]," Qi She said slowly, as if thinking about how to translate beautifully, "Since they can make something out of nothing and hide the old warehouse, we can also bloom on the tree and turn the customer into the main, and it will be a tie."

Suhebalu put one hand on the other person's shoulder, and hung his head halfway, "I'm really ashamed. I almost lost my life in the desert because I asked for something."

(End of this chapter)