In mid-September of the year 1315 of the Qianyue calendar, on the North Commercial Road in Mobei, an army of tens of thousands of people meandered all the way south.

However, the morale of this large army is obviously not high.

Almost half of the people looked depressed, and many of them used the weapons in their hands as crutches.

Especially the scorching sun above our heads made all the camels wilted, let alone the humans.

A commander of a thousand men looked at the endless army with a worried look on his face, and said: "Your Majesty, Commander, since Lord Arifu has already collected the food and grass, why don't we go back to the Borta tribe and join forces together?" At...”

Dawuti turned his head and glanced coldly at the Thousand-Man Leader, then stretched out his finger and pointed at the sky.

The Qianren leader looked up and saw that a falcon had been circling high in the sky from unknown time.

"Isn't that..." The Qianren leader was stunned and blurted out: "Isn't that the Eagle Slave's falcon?"

Dawuti said expressionlessly: "These Mobei people originally only had one falcon, but now they have two. If those 20,000 horses on the Nanshang Road don't know how to advance or retreat, I'm afraid... "

"I'm afraid I won't be able to return to the Holy Mountain!"

After hearing this, several generals around Dawut couldn't help but look at each other.

They never expected that their leader would become so pessimistic about the prospect of this war!

Some generals heard the implication of Dawuti's words and asked tentatively: "Your Majesty, are we going to withdraw directly to Monan?"

Dawuti took a deep breath and asked: "Do you know why the Borta tribe only has such a small population after the three major Northern Trade Route tribes in Mobei merged?"

Several generals looked at each other again and shook their heads in unison.

"That's because..." Dawuti's face was a little gloomy and he continued: "That's because someone is snowballing."

The generals were stunned.

"On the holy mountain, there is ice and snow all year round." Dawuti added: "A game we often played when we were children was snowballing."

"Find a snowy slope. Everyone will make a snowball and roll it down from the top of the slope. Whoever has the biggest snowball wins."

"So, I have known since I was a child that this game is not about whose hands are bigger, who is better at throwing snowballs, nor who is taller or who can throw it farther."

"The key point of snowball rolling is... to squeeze the snowball as hard as possible into a ball shape. Then, even if it is just an egg-sized snowball, rolling down from the top of a high slope, it will end up being bigger than a pumpkin. !”

"Do you know that what we are facing now in Mobei is exactly such a snowballing situation?"

The generals shook their heads in unison, obviously unable to understand the profound meaning of Dawut's words.

Dawuti gave a lonely and bitter smile, and no longer wasted any time explaining to the generals. He waved his hands and asked the generals to go back and restrain the soldiers. If he persisted for a while, he would have two days of rest after arriving at the Baishan Department.

Two days later, the rebel army on Beishang Road withdrew from Baishan and returned to Monan!

Seeing the generals accepting the order with blank expressions, Dawuti muttered: "It took two days of forced marching for half a day."

"Ashinabao, this 'poisonous plan' of yours is indeed quite poisonous!"

.......

From a bird's-eye view, you can see that the major mountain ranges in the north of Qianyue Continent look like the wrinkles on an old man's face.

The Tianshan Mountains run north to south, dividing the Qianyue North Continent into two parts.

To the north from the northern foothills of the Tianshan Mountains is the vast desert.

The two major mountain ranges in the Hanhai Desert are the Holy Mountain of Monan and the Baishan Mountain, which is the natural dividing line between Monan and Mobei.

Baishan mainly consists of three large mountains running east-west and a canyon running generally north-south.

The canyon runs through three mountains and is the main passage connecting Monan and Mobei.

Therefore, the Golden Horde also called this passage the "Tiger Passage".

Then, passing the "Tiger Road" will naturally become passing the "Three Passes".

At the eastern foot of Baishan Mountain, the mountain gradually lowers and plunges into the vast sea of ​​sand.

At the other end, it enters the Southern Commercial Road in Mobei.

Compared with the North Merchant Road, the South Merchant Road from Monan to Mobei requires a ten-day journey through no-man's land.

All you can see is the sky filled with wind and sand, and sandstorms are a common occurrence.

There is no problem for the camel caravan to take the southern trade route. After all, camels are known as ships of the desert.

However, if an army of 20,000 to 30,000 people marches into the large sand sea at the southern end of Nanshang Road, it will put great pressure on logistical supplies.

When the Golden Horde invaded Mobei, their troops were also divided into two groups.

The army on the Southern Commercial Road also mainly contained the Mobei people, and the main force of the battle was still on the Northern Commercial Road, just like today's battle plan for the rebel army.

At this time, on one of the precipitous peaks of the first pass of the "Tiger Trail", a group of about a hundred men in black were looking at Monan bathed in the sunset.

Looking from here, as far as the eye can see, the oases in Monan are like islands on the sea. It seems that two adjacent oases only need to climb a few sand dunes to reach each other.

Chirp!

A clear chirping sound came from the clouds.

A shadow that was several minutes faster than an arrow swooped down and flew above the heads of the men in black before spreading its wings and fluttering, slowing down, and landed steadily on the leather armband of one of the men in black.

The man in black said in a barbarian language that was not fluent: "More, a thousand people... less, two hundred."

"Thank you for your hard work, Eagle slave." The leader of the men in black nodded to Eagle slave, turned to the other men in black, and said, "Are you clear about the tasks assigned by Inspector Bao?"

"We will only draw a map of the oasis tribe fifty miles south of Baishan Mountain, and try not to fight with the Monan people. If our whereabouts are discovered, we can summon the nearby photographers to kill them together!"

"If a barbarian army of tens of thousands is discovered in Monan, we will retreat here to gather, try to slow down the opponent's march in the White Mountains, and wait for the best opportunity to take action."

All the men in black nodded to indicate their understanding.

The leader of the men in black made two final remarks: "It seems that things have indeed turned around for that one. After entering Mobei, the big shot has been protecting her secretly, obviously with the instructions of Mr. Ge."

"But this man is turning the tide in Mobei and is about to overthrow this bullshit Khanate. He will certainly have a bright future in the future."

"Everyone must work together and work hard, otherwise it will be difficult for Mr. Ge to explain!"

Here!

All the people in black are awe-inspiring!

As the leading man in black waved his hand, the hundred men in black were divided into ten teams, and they rushed down from the steep peak with an unstoppable momentum, taking advantage of the night that shrouded the world and disappeared into the sky. In the darkness of Monan, I don’t know where I’m going.

.......

"The leader, Xiao Muren... is about to die!"

A personal guard opened the door curtain, rushed in, and said urgently to the headman Muren.

Everyone in the tent turned their heads to look at the Baishan tribe leader sitting in the main seat.

This old man, who has been in charge of the Baishan tribe for thirty-one years, is obviously much older and more haggard than before.

His eyes were full of confusion, and he muttered: "I, Muren, only have a son, are you going to take it away too?"

Muren smiled bitterly, came back to his senses, looked around at everyone in the tent, and said, "Everyone should go back to the oasis and take out the hidden food!"

"Half of the 60,000-strong army has been lost. After returning to our Baishan tribe, we will probably really have to 'succumb to the enemy for food'."

"There is no food. If we tighten our belts and live a hard life for a few days, we will be able to recover next year."

"But if there are no more people, there will be nothing."

"You can take care of yourself! I have to go see my son and see him for the last time..."

After saying that, Muren, who was heartbroken, walked out of the tent with heavy steps.

Everyone in the tent looked at each other with sad expressions on their faces.

"Who would have thought beforehand that the Holy Mountain Army would be defeated?"

"You took out the food you reserved before to reward the Holy Mountain Army, just so that they would have bones to eat after their victory, and we could also have a few sips of soup."

"Everyone, there is no point in talking about this now! The bodyguards of that young flag master didn't even look down on Xiao Muren, and they cut them off as soon as they were told. Not to mention us little miscellaneous fish?!"

"Take those things out! Unless you all die!"

"But, what I'm more worried about is not the things we have hidden. If the Holy Mountain army is defeated, and if it withdraws directly to Monan, how should we face those ferocious Mobei people?"

"Facing the Mobei people? Are you too optimistic about the Holy Mountain army? Do you think that the Holy Mountain has lost so many young men and will not be 'replenished' from somewhere?!"

"What do you mean? You mean that the Holy Mountain Army will rob the population of our Baishan Tribe? We are also one of the Holy Mountain Tribes! How dare they?"

"I also think Commander Dawut will 'replenish' some of the lost troops in the Baishan Division. If you don't believe me, we'll just wait and see!"

"I heard a few of you discussing the Mobei people's abolition of slavery in private. Do you want to be a loser? Are you already thinking of surrendering to the Mobei people now?!"

"You fart! There are more than a hundred slaves in my tribe, how could I agree to the abolition of slavery?!"

"You're the one who farts! Which tribe here does not have more slaves than you? You are the kind of people that the southerners say, those who are barefoot are not afraid of those who wear shoes!"

"Hey! Speak politely and don't do anything!"

Muren listened to the movement coming from the big tent behind him, his face no longer had the sad look before, but instead showed a free and easy attitude of risking everything, and his steps were obviously much lighter.

The setting sun cast his shadow on the ground, making it very long.

Muren turned to look at the shadow on his right and muttered: "We can only go in this direction, there is no other way..."

Under the guidance of his personal guards, he came to the outside of an inconspicuous tent, directly opened the door curtain, bent down, and got in.
Chapter completed!