Chapter 8558 Pursuit
The night is hazy.
In the middle tent.
"It's already too late. Revenge doesn't last overnight for a boy on the grassland."
Facing Beili Tu, Wulihan shook his head and sighed.
"Why didn't you stop me?" A trace of anger flashed in Beili Tu's eyes.
"When I found out, they had already chased them out." Wulihan was also helpless.
Although he is the leader of this team, Wanhu, he cannot fully control this army.
The origin of this grassland army is quite complicated. The soldiers come from several different golden accounts. They obey the leaders of the golden accounts. On a night like this, as long as the leader greets them, they will definitely do it without thinking. Traveling with the leader of the Golden Account.
“Approximately how many people left?”
Beilitu asked.
“About three thousand cavalry.”
Ulihan lowered his head and said.
“Three thousand cavalry?”
Beili Tu and others’ eyes widened and they were shocked.
You must know that Wulihan only brought about 10,000 people, and among these 10,000 people, there were only 5,000 real cavalry.
In other words, at this time, more than half of Ullihan's cavalry had already gone.
Ulihan's face felt a little hot. Although he was from the prairie, he had also learned the art of war and knew that such a night battle should not be pursued relentlessly.
But, he had no choice, it had already happened, and he couldn't chase it back now even if he wanted to.
"No, these three thousand cavalry might be ambushed. General Ulihan, General Yang, we still have to send troops to respond."
"Now, we are in the hinterland of Qi State. No one knows whether the Qi State Congress will lay any traps. In this case, we still have to preserve our military strength. It is better not to suffer any losses."
< br>Beili Tu thought for a while and began to mobilize his troops.
"Send out 10,000 people to respond, and the others will wait in place and be alert, allowing the soldiers to continue to rest and cultivate their spirits, so that they can cope with tomorrow's battle!"
"Okay, the prince is right, I will do as the prince said."
Yang Dingxing nodded.
"Well, I'll go out and rectify the team right now." Wulihan also nodded.
After a while, the team of tens of thousands of people organized themselves.
This time, in order to receive the three thousand riders back, Wulihan personally led the team and traveled with a team of 10,000 people.
At this time, the three thousand cavalry chasing the night attack cavalry were in trouble.
"Sir, do you think we should continue to pursue you?"
One of the thousand captains asked the leading deputy commander Agudamu.
Agudam was only about twenty years old, but he was of noble birth and was a descendant of the Golden Horde King. Therefore, he was quickly promoted and appointed deputy commander.
He was the one who led the chase this time at night.
After all, he couldn't swallow this breath.
In the night attack, several of his brothers were trampled to death, and their deaths were too painful.
"Chase, I must chase."
Agudamu gritted his teeth and his eyes were bloodshot. This was caused by lack of sleep and the blood attacking his heart.
"But sir, our loss is not small."
The captain sighed.
He also wanted to continue chasing, but they didn't even get any benefit from this pursuit.
Although the cavalry in front were not many in number, they ran a few steps and then stopped to form a formation to use firecrackers.
If it were the old fire cannons, they could rush forward and stop the fire cannons from attacking.
However, the muskets used by the cavalry on the opposite side turned out to be continuous fire. At that moment, they could only retreat after being beaten.
The bows and arrows they used were either too late to shoot out, or they barely managed to shoot out, but had no accuracy or power.
Those cavalrymen were still wearing strong armor, and almost all ordinary bows and arrows were blocked.
More than half an hour passed, and the opponent's cavalry was almost unscathed, while they had suffered hundreds of casualties.
This is already a huge loss for the three thousand cavalry.
Their ability to keep their morale from falling too much depends on the momentum and ambition of the Mongolian tribe to swallow up the grasslands. But this kind of courage can no longer be maintained for long.
The long pursuit led to a loss of physical strength, and the constant death of comrades made them frustrated.
"Brothers, hold on a little longer."
"The enemy is almost out of strength."
"Isn't the eagle on our grassland not as strong as the southern barbarian?"
Agudam shouted loudly.
The sergeants also began to cheer up.
The prairie people have their own pride. In terms of physical strength, they think they are very powerful, but they cannot be compared to the southern barbarians in this aspect.
"Bang bang..."
The sound of firecrackers gushing out sounded.
A few more prairie men fell off their horses.
But this time, the sergeants’ hatred became deeper and deeper, and they pursued harder, and their eyes were all red.
"Attack, kill them."
"Kill the Southern Barbarians, catch them, kill them all and eat their meat and drink their blood!"
The shame of the prairie man requires the blood of the enemy Come and scrub!
Back.
Ulihan led the team and attacked quickly.
Along the way, they noticed that there were many corpses on the ground that were too late to be cleaned up, all belonging to their prairie people.
"How could this be? Where are the enemy's corpses?"
Ulihan felt very strange.
You know, the enemy is the one being pursued.
Once killed, the enemy has no chance to clean up the corpses that fell on the ground.
They even didn't clean up the corpses of the prairie people on their own side.
This is not one place, but several places before, where the same situation has occurred.
A captain said: "Sir, where are the enemy's corpses? They won't be eaten by our people."
"How is that possible? We prairie men are not wild beasts. Eat people."
Ulihan shook his head.
"What's going on? This is too outrageous."
"Could it be that none of the enemies died? Only our people died?"
"What do you think? None of the enemies died? Are they all dead? This is simply telling a story."
Everyone was talking.
But the further Wulihan moved forward, the more uncomfortable he became.
He thought about it over and over again, no matter how absurd the conclusion was.
The only possibility that truly conforms to the law is that none of the enemies may have died!
If so, how strong will the enemy be?
Finally, they found a wounded soldier sitting on the roadside.
Ulihan urged the war horse and came to the wounded soldier.
"What's going on ahead?" Wulihan asked.
"Report to your lord, we...we cannot catch up with the enemy."
The wounded soldier lowered his head, obviously ashamed.
The other wounded soldiers around him were too painful to speak and could only whimper in a low voice.
“What is the enemy like?”
Ullihan continued to ask.
He felt uneasy, afraid that the wounded soldier would give him a bad answer.
But often the more you are afraid of something, the more it will come.
"The enemy is too strong...their horses are very fast, their armor is very hard, and their firearms are too sharp. We can't catch up." The wounded soldier said with a grimace.
(End of this chapter)