Orlek covered his lower abdomen with his hands, and his muscles on his face were twisting in pain. He ordered with a ferocious face: "Kill them all!"

The cavalry surrounding the Monan herdsmen camp moved and mounted their horses and killed them. But they soon discovered that the Monan herdsmen did not care at all and rushed towards the center of their camp.

More than a thousand people surrounded more than 400 people, and the defense line was already very thin. There were three cavalrymen in full armor who opened the way, and the herdsmen broke through the siege without much effort and rushed to Orluk.

The leader of the soldier in plate armor rushed to the front and slashed the guard in front of him in half with a fierce knife, and blood splattered Orluk's body.

Before Orluk escaped, another plate-armored soldier chased him and slashed at Orluk's neck with a long-lasting knife.

Orluk resisted the pain and raised the knife to block it, but how could he stop at the same place block the sword supported by the speed of the war horse?

"clang!"

Sparks were splashing, and although Orlook blocked the knife, he was shocked and fell off his horse.

Before he could get up from the ground, the third person had already arrived in front of him. The knight immediately bent down and leaned over, grabbed Orlek's clothes, and carried him directly to the horse's back.

The few of them cooperated very well and captured Orlook alive in the blink of an eye. The Orlook was pressed on the horse and just touched the wound on his lower abdomen. He couldn't help but scream in pain.

The knight on the horse slapped Orlek's head and cursed, "Shut up, my damn! If you are not worth my barbecue and the price of fine wine, I will roast your meat piece by piece!"

Hearing this sentence, Orlek was so scared that he closed his mouth and did not dare to struggle. These people were so cruel, if it was true...

Orluk only hoped that Baturhun could defeat these herdsmen and rescue him, but as the battle progressed, his heart sank to the bottom.

Although there are few herdsmen, they can form a group every time they rush to the battlefield. The Simonese cavalry that had been scattered and surrounded was in trouble. The thin defense line was broken again and again, and there were heavy casualties after several times.

Later, the battle became fewer and fewer, and gradually the herdsmen gained the advantage. Until the last Simonese cavalry was knocked down, the remaining more than 300 herdsmen in the desert made a shocking cheer.

Hearing that the herdsmen were celebrating victory, Orlek lowered his head decadently. He knew that he had been abandoned by Batuerhun and that his subordinates would be annexed by the other party. Even if he could drive away the Jingbei Army, Simongo would only remember Batuerhun and not think of him as a loser.

Why?

Orluk felt unwilling to accept his courage. He was obviously the pro-war faction, and Baturhun was just a coward who wanted to surrender. He should be the ruler of Simongo...

"I want to meet Lord Jingbei Army! I want to expose Baturhun's conspiracy, I want..."

...

At the foot of the Tianshan Mountains, in a valley on the banks of the Yiwu River, more than 30,000 Western Mongolian cavalry gathered listlessly.

Baturhun stood on a big rock, waved his arms and shouted: "The warriors of Simongo! The Jingbei Army wanted to annex West Mongolia, so we hid in vain. They actually slaughtered our family.

For the sake of the entire West Mongolia and for the sake of our family, we chose to resist, and countless warriors fell on the road to revenge.

Even my closest brother, Orluk, fell under the enemy's sword. In order to cover me to escape, the poor Orluk actually launched a charge towards the Ten Thousand Jingbei Army. He was like the sun in the sky, shining in our hearts forever.

However, the brutal Jingbei Army could not scare the warriors in West Mongolia, so we successfully arrived on the banks of the Yiwu River.

We must launch an attack from here, cut off the enemy's head, and grab everything we have lost. The Simonyans are fearless!

We will use steel knives and war horses to tell the invaders that Simongo is invincible!”

"Kill all the invaders!"

"Cut off their heads!"

"Snatch everything from them!"

...

Looking at the soldiers who regained their fighting spirit, Baturhun smiled in his eyes. It was a last resort to abandon Orluk. From the moment the herders in the desert fought back, he knew that he could not beat the herders.

The three cavalry assembled into teeth took the lead, and the dispersed Western Mongolian cavalry had no chance to reorganize.

Escape is the best choice, not to mention that Orluk's death can make the Dulbert army grow unprecedentedly.

Even if Xi Mongolia can't stay, he can still go to Qinghai or continue to go west to compete with the legendary "Dayuan Kingdom" people for living space.

When he fled to the meeting place, he found that not only were they, but many of the Western Mongolian cavalry who pretended to be herders were discovered by the herders in the south of the desert.

Unable to understand, Baturhun also knew that escaping from West Mongolia had become very slim. Only by making a decisive battle with the Jingbei Army could the Jingbei Army take back the wandering herders in the desert.

That was the best time for him to escape, not to mention that he did not have a chance of winning. If that little guy could do what he said, he could defeat the Jingbei Army and become the hero of the entire West Mongolian.

The battle between the Simongo and the Jingbei Army was inevitable, so Baturhun summoned his subordinates to mobilize before the war. Fortunately, his words were right, allowing the almost desperate Simongo cavalry to regain some confidence.

"Set off!"

...

"Marty! More than 30,000 Western Mongolian cavalry were found fifty miles away, and it seemed that they were going to fight us!" Qi Jin came to Li Fan's tent and said salutingly.

Li Fan was happy when he heard this, walked to the map and looked for a while, and smiled and said, "Okay! They can't hide it anymore. Let's solve them sooner. We still have some serious things to do!"

Qi Jin also said with a smile: "Marty! These Simongers overestimate their abilities. If you have such a few people, you dare to come and die. Why don't you let them take action..."

Li Fan waved his hand to hit Qi Jin and said, "No! Isn't it a waste to bring so much arms, don't you need it?

Besides, many people may not be convinced when Li Chengliang's Liaodong army defeated the Mongolian in the south of the Mo. This battle happened to be done by the Western Mongolians to test the sword.

Let everyone see that the strength of the Jingbei Army is not something they can imagine, and they should not even have ideas that they should not have, otherwise Simon will be a role model!”

"Okay! The Marquis is far-sighted..." Qi Jin immediately agreed after hearing Li Fan's thoughts.

"Okay! Okay! Go and tell the mercenaries among the herdsmen and let them lead the team behind Jingbei Army. When Xi Mongolia is defeated, take advantage of the situation to cover up the killing, and try not to leave hidden dangers!" Li Fan nodded and ordered.

Qi Jin agreed and turned to convey the order. Not long after, the Jingbei Army camp started moving. The soldiers who had been idle for several days learned that they were going to fight, wiped their equipment and waited for the arrival of the war.

...

"What? You don't need herders to take the lead?"
Chapter completed!