Chapter 772 The End of Heroes

The heavy snow floated, and the sky and the earth became chaotic, like an inexplicable hand pulling layers of curtains between the sky and the earth, and the scenery could not be seen clearly after more than a dozen steps. The heavy snow also gave the defeated Tasan soldiers a chance to escape. The Ming army was unwilling to take risks to chase them, and soon gathered in the open space on the bank of the river to reorganize the army.

Most of the soldiers are soaked, and naturally they can't take these into account when fighting, but once the battle stops, they are all cold and their lips are blue. The generals ordered hundreds of bonfires to be immediately raised in the open space to let the soldiers dry their clothes and clean up the battlefield at the same time.

Song Nan led a thousand guards and nearly 5,000 cavalry gathered together, but did not stay on the river bank. Although Song Nan knew in his heart that the news of the defeat of the Ming army's defeat of crossing the Ming army must have spread to Linhe County 30 miles away, and it is unlikely that the baldness will still stay there. Linhe County may have already gone to the city. However, Song Nan still wanted to try his luck. When he slaughtered women and children in front of him, Song Nan vowed to take his head. Now if he is allowed to escape, he will naturally be unwilling.

When 6,000 cavalry rushed outside the west gate of Linhe County in the heavy snow, Song Nan saw a surprising scene through the heavy snow curtain. The black smoke in the city rolled straight into the sky, which was extremely eye-catching in the vast white world. On the snow, the people in tattered leather jackets are running away. In such a cold snowy weather, it is probably the most painful thing in life for the whole family to escape from the military disaster.

From the mouths of several captured people, Song Nan quickly got the answer. The fire in the city ordered him to release the baldness before he could escape. Of course, the purpose is self-evident. If he wants the Ming army to get only one ruin; after the heavy snow, it is extremely cold weather, which is very clear that he is going to destroy the city. The middle house burned all the trees and wood, so that the Ming army had no place to hide in the cold weather and could not get any supplies from this county.

"The thief is still struggling to death. He really can't see the coffin without tears." Song Nan said angrily.

Jiang Bin, who accompanied the pursuit, asked, "Brother, we should be able to catch up now. Tart retreated in the direction of the northwest Wolf Mountain. It's only half an hour before and after, and we can't go far. Why don't we catch up and capture the thief's head? You can personally whip him dozens of whips to vent our anger.

Song Nan frowned and shook her head slowly between the snowy sky and said, "Don't chase the poor. There are still more than 10,000 pure cavalry troops on hand. We only have 6,000 cavalry, and our military strength is not dominant. The terrain is unfamiliar and easy to be ambushed. I don't want to make trouble after the victory. Besides, the snow will be thick enough to reach my ankles in an hour or two. At that time, the horse will be difficult to walk. I don't want to be trapped in the ice and snow for the night. After passing the order, Ma Ming and Xu Tai will go to this place after cleaning the battlefield and camp as soon as possible. Tonight will be a cold night and it will be difficult.

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The time can be traced back to two hours ago. At that time, the Ming army had just crossed the Yellow River and the Tarot army and launched a fierce battle. Song Nan also took the hand of the third prince Balsborot to sit on the ground to fool him. In Linhe County, he dragged his weak body and gathered troops and horses in armor to prepare for reinforcements.

A hand salam whistler rode his horse to Xicheng Square and sat on the front of the soldiers and horses gathered in front of the baldness. After dismounting, he rolled and crawled. He felt a little bad. There was too much bad news during this period, and he was able to hold his breath.

"How's the battle going?"

"Report to the Great Khan that the river bank was broken through by the Ming army, and nearly 40,000 Ming troops have landed on the north coast and are fighting fiercely with my army."

It cooled his heart to the bottom. Although he knew that it had become an impossible task to prevent them from crossing the Yellow River after the Ming army bombed and destroyed the Eagle cannon, he always hoped to stop them. The reason why he sent Batu to stop it was the idea of hope. Batu is the first fierce general under his account. He has high hopes for him, but unexpectedly, since he reported that the Ming army had crossed the river in less than two hours, the Ming army has crossed the river.

"Recede." He shouted with a bald face expressionlessly.

"Father Khan, please reconsider your decision. The 40,000 Ming army crosses the river, and General Batu and his third brother have less than 18,000 soldiers and horses, which can't be stopped. Father Khan, even if we go to reinforce at this time, I'm afraid it will be too late. Please think twice. Urus is persuading.

He didn't say anything. Although he was disgusted with Urus's words and he didn't want to hear such discouragement, he had to admit that what he was telling the truth.

"Report..." Another cavalry sentry sentry to spy on the Pegasus, rolled out of the saddle and off the horse and knelt down to report. Report to the Great Khan, General Batu...he..."

"What happened to Batu?" It's shocking to ask about baldness.

"General Batu was killed by the Ming army and killed in battle." The sentry replied in horror.

The baldness felt a pain in his heart, as if he had been stabbed in the heart with a knife. Batu died, and he seemed to have been cut off his arm. This was his most trusted subordinate, an old brother who had been fighting with him for more than ten years, unexpectedly died like this. In an instant, he felt that the baldness turned around. With one mouth, he spewed out today's second mouthful of blood, and fell under the horse with a black head in front of him.

Urus was shocked and hurriedly got off the horse to help the bald man. He rubbed his chest with wine and hit his mouth. After a long time, he sighed and opened his eyes leisurely.

"Father Khan, father Khan, take care of yourself." Urus shouted.

said in a weak voice: "Urus, as you said, immediately retreated to the north of Langshan Mountain and ordered all the tribal soldiers and horses south of Langshan Yinshan to retreat to the north of the mountain and give up this place."

Urus nodded and agreed, and the order went down repeatedly. At the same time, he transferred a big car, covered it with a thick velvet blanket, and ordered people to help the baldness in. Sitting in the sealed carriage, the baldness could close his eyes and lean against the corner of the carriage. The air in the carriage was a little stuffy, and his breathing was a little uncomfortable. For a moment, the baldness But I feel that this exquisite carriage is like a coffin. I have never been in a carriage in the war in my life. I have always sat on horseback, but now I huddled in this coffin-like carriage, which makes the baldness painful.

He struggled to lift the curtain, poked his head out to breathe the cold air, and coughed out a pile of blood foam.

"Fahan, you rest in the car and take care of yourself." Urus came and bent down and shouted.

"I can't die. You order me to destroy all the houses in the city, burn all the wood and trees, so that the Ming army has no place to live. You can't let Song Nan get this city completely." He gave his last order hoarsely, and then withdrew his head and didn't poke his head out again.

Two hours later, the soldiers and horses of the bald Mangke and Urus had come to the bank of the Harla River 70 miles away from the river. The heavy snow on the way made Ulus's nervousness relaxed. He knew that the heavy snow might save his life, and the Ming army would never catch up in such a snowy weather. Come here.

In such weather and seasons, it is very early. Now it is late in the afternoon, and it is only two hours away from dark. Even if the Ming army catches it, it can cross the Harla River by itself. The width of the Harla River is comparable to that of the Yellow River. There is a built pontoon bridge on the bridge, which is convenient for Tartan soldiers and horses to cross the river. Urus immediately ordered the army to cross the river. An hour later, all the soldiers and horses have crossed the Hara River. Urus breathed a sigh of relief and could finally breathe.

Urus intended to order someone to burn the floating bridge immediately, but his generals suggested destroying the bridge later, because there were sporadic defeated soldiers and horses along the way and merged into the army. After destroying the bridge, the soldiers had no hope of returning to the team.

Urus agreed with their suggestion. Seeing that it was getting dark and the snow was getting heavier and heavier, he ordered to find a suitable place to camp on the north bank and order the soldiers to guard the bridge with firewood. Once they found the Ming army chasing them, they would immediately burn down the pontoon bridge.

After dark, a bonfire was ignited in the camp, which was a strong contrast to the red and warm appearance of the bonfire. The camp was dead and everyone remained silent, and even the horses chewing forage were silent. The whole Tazi barracks is as dead as a big grave.

He drank a bowl of mutton soup and felt much better. He sat in front of the burning brazi in a thick fur coat and a thick velvet hat. His pale face had an abnormal blush and his eyes were a little dull.

Urus and more than a dozen generals and tribal leaders sat quietly. No one dared to say a word. They knew that there must be a fire in the heart of the sweat at this moment. If you are not careful, the fire will burn on others.

"Gentlemen." He moved his body and opened his mouth in a hoarse voice. Everyone looked up at him, but when they saw the meat on his cheeks twitching, he looked a little ferocious in the reflection of the charcoal fire.

"Gentlemen, I was bald and incompetent and buried the good situation of the Tatar Kingdom. After the defeat of the Ming Dynasty, I was fooled by them and believed in their peace. Now even the river trap will be lost, and Changshengtian abandoned me. It seems that I need to abdicate and let the sage." The bald voice is as harsh as a night owl, hoarse and sharp.