Mamuhe, who was lying on the ground, raised his machete to block Yuxi Timur's knife, and the tiger's mouth was immediately shattered.
"Exiute." Yuxi Timur raised his sword again and struck it down like lightning.
At this time, many Yuan troops had already swarmed up to protect the Marshal Wanhudu.
Ma Muhe also heard Yang Ben's order and wanted to leave. He simply rolled on the ground and dodged the attack. He slipped under the bellies of several horses and climbed onto the horse of a colleague.
Before the word "withdraw" was shouted, a loud roar in Mongolian came from behind.
"Don't leave, traitor bitch!"
With a "pop", blood splashed all over Ma Muhe's body. When he looked back, he saw Yuxi Timur chasing him again, and the Yuan army also came up like crazy, surrounding him and more than a hundred people.
Already.
Being chased like this, what Ma Muhe felt was not despair, but anger and blood welling up.
"Your mother is an idiot!" He cursed a curse word often heard in the army. At the same time, Mamuhe turned around and slashed at Yuxi Timur with his sword.
He felt that he had made a profit. If he could kill the Marshal of the Ten Thousand Households in front of him, he would immediately have the rank of ninth rank, and be rewarded with land and money. He could also exchange the fertile farmland for larger pastures in Gansu and Ningxia.
In short, it is a clear account. Although Ma Muhe is not knowledgeable, he can still calculate it clearly.
Your Majesty has said that he will not give up Gansu and Ningxia, because many of the rewards for reformers are here.
Even if the Marshal of Wanhudu is not hacked to death but he is hacked to death, it doesn't matter.
If he dies in battle, he will naturally receive a pension. It has been decided before the war. His family members can receive ten guan of money every month until his son reaches adulthood. He has a house and land in Chengdu, and his son and daughter can study.
In addition, no one would look down on his children. On the contrary, just saying "their father died fighting for the country" was the most respected thing in the Tang Dynasty.
Of course the Tang Dynasty could afford it. The Xuanfu officer in the army repeatedly said that the reason why His Majesty pursues the policy of elite soldiers and the reason why he often conducts military expeditions personally is to save money and food and give them more rewards for these brave soldiers.
He, Ma Muhe, is also a brave soldier under His Majesty's command. As a military joke puts it, he "spent a lot of money."
These thoughts only flashed in Mamuhe's mind for a moment, but they made him even more eager to fight.
"You motherfucker, lend me your head!"
Yuxi Timur was very brave, and he worked hard to regain the style of his ancestors. Looking at the army of one hundred thousand, he was the most desperate person.
But what he didn't expect was that a Tang army general he met casually could be so brave.
There were a few cries of gold and silver, followed by the mournful neighing of the horses.
"Bang" dust filled the sky, and Mamuhe had already thrown Yuxi Timur to the ground.
The two of them struggled between the trampling of horse hooves.
"Protect the marshal!"
"Kill that Mongolian!"
The blade kept hitting the armor, making a clanging sound.
Yuxi Timur finally pressed the sword on Mamuhe's neck and hissed: "You despicable traitor."
He originally just wanted to kill the traitor with one sword to show off his power, but he didn't expect to meet a ruthless character. He was so angry that his chest was about to burst.
"Give me your head...Give me..."
"I...the grandson of Borshu, will never die at the hands of a dog like you."
Ma Muhe suddenly used force and stabbed Yuxi Timur's calf with a knife.
"ah!"
Yuxi Timur screamed in pain, slashed at Mamuhe's hand with his knife, and cut off three of his fingers.
"You are the dog!"
Mamuhe had already turned over and hit Yuxi Timur hard with his knee. He pulled out the dagger from his boot and thrust it directly into the gap in Yuxi Timur's armor, twisting him desperately.
"Protect the marshal!"
"Well."
The soldiers were still fighting around the two men, and blood poured on them like a waterfall.
Ma Muhe gritted his teeth and twisted Yuxi Timur's flesh and blood with all his strength.
"puff."
"puff."
Yuan soldiers kept slashing at him with their swords, hacking at his cotton armor.
Finally, the cotton wool in the cotton armor fell off with blood on it.
"It's not a loss... just die..."
Ma Muhe opened his mouth, and blood flowed all over Timur's face.
"I'm not a bitch..."
~~
His eyes were full of blood and his ears were full of howling.
Twenty-four-year-old Yuxi Timur felt that death was so close to him for the first time.
It was just a small commander leading more than a thousand Tang troops to cut off the rear, but this battle left him with nearly twenty wounds. If it weren't for his excellent armor, he would have died long ago.
No, both sides were well-armored. The armor of the commander of the Tang army had the same protective power as his, but it was lighter.
He was able to survive only because he was a marshal and had more troops under his command.
Yuxi Timur did not feel afraid.
He feels sad.
Sad that a Mongolian was willing to fight so hard for the Tang army.
Even when the other party died, he used his last strength to say something to him.
"The glory of Genghis Khan...cannot be reproduced...even Kublai Khan understands...grandson of Borshu, you are really stupid..."
"you shut up!"
Yuxi Timur roared, stretched out his hands to strangle his neck, found that he was dead, and dug out his eyes in anger.
"I...I am Yuxi Timur, I am the grandson of Borshu, but I also want everyone in the world to know my name...my own name."
Yuxi Timur grabbed his two eyeballs and muttered something like this, then threw them away and let a Yuan general help him up.
"General Wu Na!"
Suddenly there was a loud shout from the front.
The Tang army came back to fight again, and the leading general even yelled in Mongolian: "Thieves, give me your head!"
For a moment, Yuxi Timur was in a trance.
He felt that this scene was so familiar, as if it had happened only half an hour ago.
Every Tang army general wanted his head, so the thousands of Tang soldiers gave him the feeling of being endlessly killed...
The fighting continues.
Finally, more and more Yuan troops reacted to the chaos and rushed this way.
Yuxi Timur sat there and bound his wounds, watching the Tang soldiers fighting desperately to rescue the surrounded Tang soldiers.
After that, the Tang army began to attack him.
"Marshal, retreat."
"No." Yuxi Timur said: "Let them come, the Mongolian warriors have woken up and can surround them..."
Before he finished speaking, a sound of horse neighing came from behind the group of tents on the side.
A Tang army suddenly hit Yuxi Timur's right wing from the side.
"General Yang is here!" Tang Jun cheered.
Yuxi Timur turned around with a cold face and recognized the big flag in the firelight.
Tang general Yang Ben.
Even he has heard of Yang Ben's name.
He endured the injury, got on his horse, and wanted to fight Yang Ben.
However, Yang Ben had no intention of fighting him anymore. He waved his flag again, and when he was changing formation, he turned around, penetrated his line from the edge, and joined the surrounded Tang army.
"Little party item, withdraw it to me!"
"Yes...withdraw!"
Yuxi Timur immediately ordered, "Chase!"
However, what answered him was the concern of each Qianhu general.
"Marshal, your injuries are too serious, and the Tang army has been defeated and fled."
"You call this a defeat?!" Yuxi Timur's throat felt sweet, and he was so angry that he vomited blood. "Do you still have any spirit of prairie warriors? There is also Great Mongolia..."
After saying this, he turned his head inexplicably and looked at the body on the ground.
The corpses were so densely packed that he only stared at the Mongolian wearing the armor of the commander of the Tang army.
The other party's eyes had been gouged out by him, but at this moment, he still seemed to be looking at him, as if he was grinning and laughing at him.
"Return to Mongolia? It's already the Yuan Dynasty."
"No." Yuxi Timur shook his head, suddenly feeling lonely.
The loneliness of a hero.
He was like a hungry wolf walking on the grassland, only to find that the companions around him had become cattle that were full of grass, or tired horses.
He gritted his teeth and whispered: "No, I am destined to restore the glory of my ancestors."
"Okay, I'll watch you. There's no point in cutting off your head, I'll watch you doomed..."
It was clear that no one was speaking, but Yuxi Timur heard a voice drilling into his head. He shook his head vigorously again, raised his hand and said, "Cut off that man's head and hang it on a long pole."
~~
A human head was hung on a long pole and inserted outside the big tent of Mang Ge La.
"Who is that?"
At dawn, Mangge La, who had been hiding in the distance, returned to the camp. He looked up at the head on the long pole and narrowed his eyes.
"Your Highness, it's Cheche Tuhai." Li Dehui replied: "The Tang army did not burn down His Highness's tent, but hung up Cheche Tuhai. It was obviously provoking His Highness."
"Provocation? Provocation for what?"
"Your Highness has 50,000 troops, but Li Xia has less than 10,000 troops. Now the head of an official with a thousand households is hanging outside His Highness's tent. How can Your Highness not fight with him?"
Busty Brother said: "If it wasn't for his sneak attack last night, what would I be afraid of?"
"Perhaps this is what Li Xia wants. He hopes that His Highness will stop marching and stay here to fight him."
The busy brother frowned and asked, "Where is the Prime Minister's suggestion?"
Li Dehui said: "We are not far from the Hetao. We must first lead the army to meet His Majesty, and then we can attack Chang'an openly. Li Xia can only rush back for reinforcements."
Mang Ge La looked at the blood dripping from Cheche Tuhai's head onto the ground, seemingly distracted.
He had already asked a few of the defeated soldiers who had escaped, and they said that they saw the Tang army chasing Zhenjin, and Zhenjin ran away after seeing their flag.
We just planned to discuss the matter with Ye Rihan last night, but the Tang army drove their troops to attack. In a hurry, they had to retreat to a distance. There was also an incident. Several concubines accompanying the army were lost. I don’t know where they were.
Ye Rihan didn't abandon it intentionally.
Maunge La had to admit that because he was always worried about the real gold, it greatly affected his command.
When I saw the defeated troops last night, my first reaction was not to order to be on guard against the Tang army's attack, but to consider the whereabouts of the real gold.
This is understandable, after all, if you don't get rid of the real gold, even if you help your father conquer Chang'an, it will still be someone else's territory.
"Your Highness?" Li Dehui called again.
"What did the Prime Minister say?"
"Your Highness seems to have something on his mind?"
"No." Madge waved his hand and said, "Let me think about it."
"Your Highness." Li Dehui reminded again: "After last night's battle, the Tang army has surpassed us in terms of momentum..."
What he wanted to say was that if he had fought Li Xia with 50,000 people before, he would have been confident of victory.
But through last night's battle, he could already tell from the state of the soldiers on both sides that the Yuan army was likely to lose and the Tang army was likely to win.
~~
Bonfires were lit near Mount Tolgoi.
The soldiers of the Tang Dynasty who returned to camp sat by the campfire and roasted horse meat.
Letting the smoke rise into the sky, they just cared about feasting, not worrying that the Yuan army would discover their whereabouts.
This is the change of mentality.
Only then did they encounter Kublai Khan's personal expedition. Yang Ben was defeated at the hands of Zhang Hongfan, and the soldiers of the Tang Dynasty were a little panicked.
They were forced to retreat across Mobei, so they naturally did not have the confidence to defeat an army of 50,000.
In a state of hunger, exhaustion, and lack of confidence, it is impossible to defeat Mang Ge La in one fell swoop.
But things are different now. They dare to reveal their position, wait for the Yuan army to come for a decisive battle, dare to light fires to keep warm, eat and drink enough, have a good rest... they are in a state of great victory.
This is the difference between Li Xia and Yang Ben. Li Xia went on a personal expedition to restore the condition of his soldiers after Yang Ben's defeat.
"We not only want to defeat these tens of thousands of troops. We are here for the 150,000 troops jointly led by Mang Ge La and Tuo Hu."
After eating, Li Xia and the generals discussed matters in the Chinese army's tent and pointed at the map.
He already has a complete strategic plan.
"The next step is very simple. There are only two possibilities. If Mang Ge La ignores us and goes east to the Hetao, we will swallow Tuohu who is behind him first; if he fights us decisively, then both groups of soldiers and horses will be swallowed together.
.For specific details, Yang Ben can tell you."
"Yes." Yang Ben stepped out of the queue, his momentum different from before.
Only victory can completely eliminate the shadow of failure.
He clicked on the map and said: "Lian Gong is behind Tuohu, we will win this battle..."