The leader recognized him almost every day. He was the little khan from the Duyin tribe near Lake Baikal. Some of the tribes there were all under the command of Dahan Tutubuhua. This little khan brought four teams of 100 people to Maoerzhuang to join the Grand Tutor Yeshen. Yeshen was very happy and even rewarded him with a hundred big sheep.

"In this weather, you brag about the horns, what are you doing here?" The little sweat asked Shuanghuri like this. He listened carefully in his accent, and it was a bit strange. Perhaps it was the local accent of the eastern grassland. He rode on his horse and raised his chin and asked Shuanghuri, "In the camp ahead, Mingdog scrambled in, set fire, and cattle and sheep ran away in the pen, and killed many of us. If you don't help put out the fire, search for Mingdog, squat here, brag about the horns, are you crazy?"

Shuanghuri didn't care about the little sweat's tone at all, because he knew that the next words would definitely interest the other party: "Abang Rakshasa, I'm trapped him, he is in the black hole ahead." Looking at the little sweat of the Duyin tribe, he looked like he was bragging, Shuanghuri got angry, "It's not Abang Rakshasa, but also a hero among the Ming people!"

"Okay, I'll believe you once." The little sweat waved, causing a subordinate to take a knife and go forward to check it out.

Shuanghu Ri knew that this little khan was afraid of Abang Rakshasa's curse, but it didn't matter. Even if Abang Rakshasa killed the person who went to check and stole his horse, Shuanghu Ri was absolutely sure. Before Abang Rakshasa got on the horse, he shot him to death with an arrow. But soon he was stunned.

Because the man who rode a horse to check it out quickly rode his horse and reported to the little khan: "There is a dead chicken, and there are no dead people except that."

Shuanghuri shouted and jumped up: "No! Changshengtian! That demon is trapped by me! I obviously trapped him!"

He called, running forward with his bow.

This is impossible unless Abang Rakshasa can really run back to hell!

Because of his emotional excitement, Shuanghuri did not notice that the little sweat of Duyin tribe behind him was released from the hilt of the knife when he heard that there was no trace of Abang Rakshasa. He only cared about all the good dreams he had originally longed for, and it disappeared in an instant. Shuanghuri even ran to the trap faster than Shuanghuri who was riding a horse.

It was a trap for hunting large animals, either a black blind man or a tiger or a wolf hunting. There were seven or eight sharpened wooden stakes underneath. But when he came to the front of the trap, Sun Hu Ri's heart was half cold. He picked up a wooden sign with Chinese characters, turned around and asked anxiously at Xiao Han from the Duyin tribe, "What is it written on it? I'm so kind to tell Sun Hu Ri!"

The little sweat looked at him and said to him, "I can't recognize the word Mingren, either. It seems that there is a trap here, right? I don't understand it very much." As he said this, he admired his husband in his heart, and used a trap to pit the archer who never failed on the grassland. This is only done by his husband.

Shuanghuri murmured: "He won, he won, and when the snow fell again, he won." The fluffy snowflakes and soil were not the bait that Ding Yi threw to attract him to shoot arrows, but the mud warrior who was slowly and steadily digging the ditches and throwing them away.

There are depressions on the walls on both sides of the trap that are dug out for foot pedals. On the wall on the south side, there are two depressions for knees to be pressed against. Even Shuangri carefully climbed down, trying to make it happen to be an adult man who fixed himself with his knees and soles.

Even with these four depressions, he could barely pull the bow halfway, which was enough to allow Ding Yi to exert his strength to explore this hiding method.

How Ding Yi escaped from his nose, Shuanghu Ri already understood.

It is to use this trap to be in a slightly south-slanted terrain, that is, the north of the trap is higher than the south, and then Ding Yi then carried out earthwork on the southern edge of the deep pit. He dug out a ditch about one foot deep below the surface and more than a foot wide. The distance is about ten steps, not always three feet deep, but is getting shallower and shallower, with a proportional section like a right-angle triangle.

Because as the terrain falls, especially when you reach ten steps, you don’t need to dig and lie down on the ground, which is enough to make the sun, thirty steps, that is, sixty meters away, no one can see people. He just escaped like this, and the simplest thing is often the most useful thing.

"How did he do it?" After climbing out of the trap, Shuanghu Ri said in confusion, "This is not a pit that can be dug with a knife. He obviously does not carry a shovel on his body!" Not only are these four sanks, but the shallow ditches south of the trap are also incredible. And you must know that the frozen soil at this time is extremely hard, and it is absolutely impossible to create such a tunnel with a knife.

Shuanghuri climbed up and down the edge of the trap, and took the scimitar at his waist to simulate Ding Yi's possible movements, but he couldn't figure out how the other party did it? Shuanghuri, who grew up on the grassland, didn't understand much about local work. They were better at fighting in the field than fighting against the city.

And he could not imagine that a thousand years later, an army had become obsessed with earthwork: even if its country was already full of satellites; even if the cavalry troops in the world were almost extinct; even if even assassination was not in a common subject, the field troops were still required to conduct excavation and training on cat ear piercings.

So he couldn't understand that someone would take a shovel to the battlefield.

Although Ding Yi's engineer shovel was hung on the back, for Shuanghuri, he subconsciously thought it was a knife or an axe.

Several knights from the Duyin tribe looked at their little sweat.

The latter shook his head, raised his whip and beat Shuanghuri to Shuang's head, cursing, "You are not like a man on the grassland at all! When the camp was attacked and the brothers were defending Mingdog, you actually ran away in fear! When the camp caught fire and everyone was busy going back to the sheep, you were shamelessly hiding here, blowing the horns of the cows and waiting for others to save you! You, a guy who died of blood all over your body, go back and accept the punishment of Na Yan!" Then the little khan, who was Ding Yi's disciple Chen San, whistled and rushed back with his subordinates. These dozens of people were the first young and strong people to recover from the Duyin tribe, and they were also the confidants of Chen Sanchuang, who were determined to naturalize the Ming Dynasty. Compared to others, they were more like Chen San's servants, only his orders were based.

Shuanghuri, who was covered in whip marks, gritted his teeth and struggled to get up. He did not continue chasing south because he knew that he could not catch up, and even if he caught up, he would lose the confidence that he could definitely kill Ding Yi. In the duel, he actually knew that he would win or lose. When Ding Yi was pulled a hundred steps away or shrank within ten steps, Shuanghuri knew that he could not win. His absolute control range was within fifteen steps or eighty steps. And now even if he could find traces of Ding Yi's escape, it would be meaningless, because Ding Yi's speed was faster than him, and Shuanghuri was not a barbarian.

He will wait for opportunities, and there is never a shortage of opportunities on the battlefield. Just like a noble person like Abang Rakshasa, he knows that he will definitely have another chance. He is not in a hurry. A good hunter always has enough patience.

Ding Yi didn't know all this, otherwise with his personality, he would definitely be killed or captured alive.

He didn't know that Chen San was coming.

Never take risks easily, it is the first creed to preserve oneself.

Ding Yi did not stop and observe how the archers behind him reacted. This was not a duel, nor was it a competition.

On the battlefield, there is only life and death.

Then Ding Yi met a team of people who didn't accept it at night.

The night was chased and killed.

Not all Ming troops were not full of energy. At least the team Ding Yi met was very strong and brave.

They had only three people, and the Oirats who were chasing them held seven torches.

"Let's go!" The fat leader Ye Bugu, roaring and whipping his companion's horse, but he turned his horse's head around and threw away the torch. He no longer needed to illuminate the way forward. His way forward was the enemy who was racing. He held a long spear in his hand and laughed loudly: "Come on, slut! Look at his mother, will God take your fat man!"

The horse's hooves sounded rapidly in this dark night, a war drum that urged death, and a journey to death.

The north wind in the darkness pulled the flames on the torch very low, and the snowflakes blurted their vision. Except for the archer who was almost the same as the sun, only one of them was unsure of the archer. Normally, ordinary people could not shoot the target immediately and shoot it, so the fight became even more cruel.

There is no "night battle between all directions", nor is there a move to "the immortals guide the way." He rode a horse, hedge, and handed out the swords and guns in his hand. The simplest and most direct one is the unique violent beauty on the battlefield. The sound of swords and guns colliding was covered by the whistling of wind and snow. Whether it was the white blade of the spearhead or the light of the scimitar, it was not as white as the snowflakes. Only blood, the red blood was like a splashed pigment, so eye-catching in this black and white world.

Both sides passed by and turned around the horse's head.

There were only six torches left by the Oirat people, and another person swayed on the horse and finally fell down.

The fat Ming army leader shaking immediately when he didn't stop, but finally stabilized his body and shouted at the Oirats: "Come on! Slutty Tatars! Come and have another fight with your fat man!"

The Oirat Tatars saw that the two cavalrymen who had escaped had already run away and could not catch up at this time. They couldn't help but gritted their teeth at the Ming army that had broken the rear. However, the fat Ming army, Ye Bus, was extremely tough and fought against the wind. They even made three people in one go. This made the Oirat Tatars hesitate because they might have to fight with this guy again.

"They can't do another battle with you." As the war horse neighed, Ding Yi's voice came from the darkness.
Chapter completed!