Looking at the unconcealed fear on Moron's face.

Jia Jing smiled and said, "I have just told the simplest and one-time solution! Besides, didn't Moron Khan want to know just now?"

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

Molun quickly shook his head and waved his hand, and directly denied the third company and sent it to him, saying, "General Jia heard it wrong. I never wanted to know this!"

After hesitating for a moment, Molun looked at Jia Jing's smiling face and advised carefully: "General Jia, isn't this a country and a family that often destroys the country and the race?"

Jia Jing smiled and said, "Don't worry, Moron Khan is that this method is the last method for the enemy. After all, killing the enemy with 10,000 will damage 8,000. This strategy of losing both sides will definitely not be used until the last moment.

Besides, the Mongol Yuan is my Great Zhou vassal state, so I will naturally not do this evil thing on your territory! Khan, don’t worry!"

...

However, after hearing Jia Jing's words, Molun didn't feel worried at all.

What to say is that because the Mongol Yuan is a vassal state of the Great Zhou Dynasty, naturally he would not use that poisonous plan on the Mongol Yuan.

Together, this means that if the Mongol Yuan no longer admits that he is a vassal state of the Great Zhou one day, this strategy will be used?

...

"Since the Mongolian Yuan surrendered and recognized the Great Zhou as the sect leader, he naturally kept his word!"

Moron's face had a stiff smile, and changed the subject: "General Jia, I think we should continue to discuss the migration of tribes, right?"

“…”

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On the vast plain, more than a hundred herders drove away large herds of cattle and sheep and migrated to the inner areas of Tatar.

Behind the livestock community, follow a huge convoy.

The convoy moved forward slowly, and the children who were not as tall as the wheels ran around their own carts, sprinkling laughter all the way.

The crisp ringtones on the necks of the ox and horses were mixed with the laughter of the children, and accompanied the convoy, walking farther away.

On the cart, unlike the carefree children's door, adults have deep worries on their faces.

This time, the Oirats forced to migrate the tribe. After walking through the long journey and the severe cold, I still don’t know how many livestock I will lose!

This year's situation was not very good. After this long and difficult migration, the days ahead will inevitably be even more difficult!

...

As the convoy was in the middle of the journey, a loud and low horn sound suddenly rang out.

Immediately, the sound of horns was connected in the entire convoy.

On the cart, everyone was stunned.

But soon, they remembered the words given by the tribe leader before the migration, and the horn sounded, and the Oirats were catching up!

There was a panic in the convoy.

Many vehicles directly formed large circles nearby, and people hid in the circle, hoping to rely on the outer vehicles to stop the horse hooves of the Oirats.

The children who were running around were also caught. After slapped them a few times, they threw them to the center of the circle. They tied the livestock pulling the cart to each other to prevent them from running around.

Then they picked up all the things they had at hand and looked nervously outside the convoy.

Sticks, kitchen knives, stones...

Everything that can be held and can cause damage has become the weapons used by these herders to defend against the Oirats.

In the circle, the crying of children and the roar of livestock sounded instantly.

...

After a while, the ground began to tremble slightly.

The Oirats are here!

The rumbling sound of horse hooves was like a dull thunder, rolling from afar and spreading to the convoy.

There was a panic in the convoy!

The only remaining guard in the tribe grabbed the horse's reins, pulled out the scimitar from his waist, stared at the direction of the sound of horse's hooves, and his face was full of determination!

The next moment.

On the earth slope not far from the convoy, a black wave rolled up dust and headed straight for the convoy.

The thunder is getting closer!

...

The Oar cavalry on the earth slope naturally discovered a huge convoy not far away. They smiled grimly, waved the sharp scimitar in their hands, activated the war horses, and rushed towards the direction of the convoy.

Not far away, whether it was the dense crowd of livestock or the mountains of things piled up on the chariots, these Oirat cavalry were greedy.

They yelled and charged towards the convoy with a sharp whistle.

...

In the convoy.

“Woo…”

Another short trumpet sound was heard, and the leader of the tribe was summoning everyone to fight against the enemy.

In this small tribe, there were only more than 200 cavalry guards left, and were gathering together quickly in the sound of the horn.

"charge!"

With a shout in the team, the sound of the ox horn short corsage was quickly and loudly remembered.

Most of the guard cavalry who had never been on the battlefield launched a decisive charge towards the Oirat cavalry under the leadership of several cavalrymen!

In the convoy, people didn't know whose son, whose father, and whose husband were; but the people in the convoy knew that they were now going to use their flesh and blood to make a way for themselves in the convoy...

...

The Oara cavalry looked at the guards blocking the front.

The layers of ordinary fur on the latter's body, and the lingering fear on his face, made the grin on the faces of these Oirat cavalry more deeply.

Such a group of nasty opponents were not taken seriously by the Oar cavalry.

Amid the sound of the horn, two cavalry teams approached quickly.

Just when both sides were still two or three hundred steps away, a rain of arrows shot out from the hands of the Oar cavalry.

The five hundred Oar cavalrymen, in just thirty or fifty steps, drew their bows three times in a row, shooting out three waves of rain of arrows, crossing the void, and landing directly on the head of the guards...

Then, the Oar cavalry once again pulled out their scimitars, waved their snow-white weapons, and roared and launched a charge!

...

Under the three waves of arrow rain, bursts of screams came from the guards' cavalry.

With just one encounter, before the close contact was met, nearly half of the guards had lost their lives under the rain of arrows.

As figures fell from the horse's back, the people in the convoy couldn't help but pray for the remaining cavalry in the guards.

...

The distance between the two sides is less than 100 meters.

The rumbling sound of horse hooves has been connected, and both sides have increased their speed to the peak and launched a charge to each other...

"Bang!Bang!Bang!"

Amid the muffled sounds, the two cavalry collided fiercely.

Then, the sound of the scimitar cutting through the flesh and blood and the cruel and arrogant laughter of the Oar cavalrymen reached the convoy.

Amid the unbelievable eyes of everyone, the decisive charge launched by more than 200 guards only destroyed less than ten Oar cavalrymen.

The morale in the convoy instantly fell to the bottom...
Chapter completed!