In the second half of the night, the two sides stopped fighting fiercely, but their entanglement with each other never stopped.
In the early morning of the next day, the confrontation came to an end.
Naminfu and others stared blankly, taking a short rest to recuperate their energy and prepare for the battle that would surely begin after the fourth prince arrived.
Following the Mongolian habit, he and his men gathered in a circle and huddled on the ground to rest. This posture was very effective in resisting the cold wind, but the water was too hot and humid, and mosquitoes and flies flew around in circles, screaming.
People were upset. As a result, no one could sleep well despite being so tired that they couldn't even open their eyes.
He was dazed for a while, and the sun hit his face, shining through the defective eyelid and eyelid of his right eye, making Naminfu's eyes shine brightly. He couldn't continue to rest, so he tried to open his eyes and tried to sit up, but felt
Pain in lower back, unable to move for a while.
He stretched his neck and looked ahead. Except for those who were standing sentry in the distance, there were about forty people gathered in front of him at the moment. The team of more than a hundred people when they set out, after a night of repeated fighting, collapsed.
More than 30% were lost. But they were worthy of being Genghis Khan's warriors. Everyone had blood on their bodies, and they would only kill more enemies.
Naminfu noticed that his slave did not spend any money and did not sleep. Instead, he sat on a thick branch protruding out of the water outside Lixu. He put his bow and arrow at hand and watched vigilantly for the movements in the east.
There is a gravel beach to the east. The water on the beach is only up to the ankles at most, and there is a lot of mud and moss. The river channel is at the end of the gravel beach, and a slightly gentle terrain is drawn from north to west, and then turns to the east.
The arc spreads out large tidal flats on both sides of the strait.
Deep in the tidal flat on the east coast, surrounded by reeds about the height of a person, the enemy troops were stationed there.
They ran all night, but were still unable to escape Naminfu's pursuit. Several of Naminfu's elite subordinates stared at them from a distance without blinking.
Not spending money is one of them.
Na Minfu vaguely remembered Qian Buhua saying that he was twenty years old this year. He used to be a scholar in Xixia and copied Buddhist scriptures for the nobles of Xixia. But his skin was dark and his face was very old. He looked like he was in his forties.
, because the cheeks have lost weight in a short period of time, the skin is obviously drooping, and it is obvious that he has suffered a lot.
Qian Buhua's skills are very good, and his riding skills are no less than those of ordinary Mongolians. Judging from the scars on his body, he has experienced fierce battlefield fighting. He is a very useful person. It's a pity that Naminfu is not considered a
Mongol.
Over the years, the Great Khan's battle banner has been invincible. The territory of Mongolia has become wider and wider, and the size of the Great Khan's army has grown larger and larger. One after another, new thousands and hundreds of households have been established, and the number exceeds that of Nasana.
An army within Toshio's imagination was formed.
However, even if the Great Khan took all the Mongolians on the grassland, including the Qiyan clan, the Borzhijin clan, the Baalin clan, the Belgunati clan, etc., all the tribes and all the people would be filled into the army.
However, it was never enough to fill the army's establishment.
Even if all the people from the Kele Tribe, Naiman Tribe, and Wanggu Tribe were included, it would not be enough.
As a result, people from outside the Mongolian grasslands began to be included in the army. For example, people who came to the grasslands as slaves without spending money, and ignorant fools like Hukar.
This is also the reason why Naminfu particularly wants to rob some women. In the entire hundred households, there are too many people from all kinds of backgrounds, and they are not familiar with each other. Only when there are women and children in the tent can there be many people.
Will truly regard the grassland as their own home.
As long as people have families, the entire hundred households will have blood lines and will not be separated again. Slowly, everyone will become a member of the Mongols. Even if the warriors all died on the battlefield, their descendants will still be
Will live on the grassland.
Not far from Naminfu, Abel gave Qian Buhua a cold look. He didn't like this guy.
In fact, he doesn't like all Han'er, because Han'er has too many evil ideas and they know too many things outside the grassland, so they never really agree with the rules of the grassland.
Naminfu pretended not to see Abel's expression.
Abel was originally a very cheerful person who liked drinking, singing and dancing, but after fighting many wars, his character became more and more severe and eccentric.
In Naminfu's view, Han'er also has black hair and eyes, so why can't he stand in the Mongolian queue? Huga, who is next to Abul, is covered in yellow hair and looks like a ghost. Why doesn't Abel care?
?
However, as a centurion, Naminfu did not have to worry about these trivial thoughts.
Once you go to the battlefield and fight a few fierce battles, people in the entire hundred households will become familiar with each other. Those who cannot trust their partners will only die faster than others.
At this time, Abel was facing Naminfu's face, and suddenly showed a respectful expression. He jumped up, and then bent down deeply.
Naminfu quickly stood up. When he woke up completely, the sound of horse hooves hitting the ground had already reached his ears.
The experienced Mongolian warrior would never allow outsiders to easily approach his resting place. However, his subordinates were so tired that they lost their due vigilance, which made him very frightened.
But before he could bend down, Tolei, who was wearing fine iron armor and a rolled-brimmed felt hat, jumped off his horse, stepped forward, and held Naminfu's arm.
Tuo Lei was young and energetic, with exceptionally bright eyes. He smiled and said:
"Naminfu, a brave warrior with a black five-pointed flag! I led my troops along the way. I know your hard work at night, and I remember your contribution! Tell me, what do you need? Do you need a new tent?
? Or a good woman who can give birth?"
Compared with his fierce and arrogant brothers, Tuo Lei has always been low-key and very kind to others. Not only those noble Qianhu Nayan, but also ordinary Mongolian warriors are very willing to talk to him.
So Naminfu replied with a smile: "Fourth Prince, my subordinates are always ready to follow your banner and fight to seize the tent and women. However, they don't have horses... they don't have good enough horses!"
He looked at Tuo Lei's expression, rolled his protruding right eye slyly twice, and continued to shout: "Please generous fourth prince, give us some good horses with saddles! We are willing to ride on the horses you have given us."
The horse will always be your Alkinchi. When fighting, we will report the enemy's movements to you, and dedicate the captured beauties, women and good horses to you; when hunting, we will
Surround the beasts before you."
Tuo Lei stretched out his hand and tugged Naminfu's beard affectionately: "Okay, my loyal centurion Naminfu! I will give you a good horse, and I will give each of you a good horse, but I will not give it in vain.
Give someone something. Ride my horse, and you will report back to me the enemy's movements as you said... Tell me, where are my enemies?"
"I will lead the way for the Fourth Prince, the enemy is right ahead!"
The group of people dismounted, walked several miles ahead, and hiked up a higher steep slope. For the sake of concealment, everyone walked with their waists bent, and then threw themselves on the top of the steep slope, only exposing their eyes to look out.
Torrei saw the enemy.
That's where the river bank bends and extends behind the reeds. The straight-line distance is about two miles. There is a team of Jin Army cavalry with about a thousand people gathering their horses and luggage and preparing to break camp.
"Caught them!" Several Mongolian families said happily.
"These are the elites of the Jin Army!" Tuo Lei squinted his eyes and looked at them for a long time: "At least half of them are wearing iron armor, and the horses are all good horses. However, their flags are very scattered, and some people are looking at them.
Some were sitting, some were standing, and some were walking around. Their postures were all casual... They didn't seem too nervous?"
Naminfu was a little panicked: "Fourth Prince, according to your instructions, we kept a close eye on the enemy and did not let them leave our sight. However, in the dark night, we failed to get close to them to fight, so they..."
"You did a good job." Tuo Lei waved his hand.
He turned to the other officers and said: "The Jin army is always like this. They can't bear the hardships themselves, and they can't imagine how fast the Mongolian movements are. Very good, let us give them a hard blow! Let us
Take a look and see if they are yellow sheep, foxes or wolves!"