"Doerbian. That Child" means four fierce dogs in Mongolian language, and dogs are often associated with loyalty, courage and merit among nomadic peoples. Around Temujin, there are four fierce generals called four fierce dogs, and the first one is Tsebe.

Zhebe, who was named the Divine Arrow by Temujin, made countless military achievements in his life and became a horrifying nightmare for countless countries and nations in the East and the West. Mongolia's high-mobile action war also began to be carried forward from him.

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The sun is in the sky, and the grassland is very warm, even in early winter, it is not that cold at noon. This is because there are no mountains and trees, and the temperature difference between day and night will be much larger.

In the distance, a large number of cavalry were slowly advancing. Everyone was carrying bows, sabers and spears around their waists, and was moving on the grassland. They looked like five or six hundred people, and most of them were wearing simple armor.

The leader was tall, carrying a bow and a spear. The short Mongolian horse seemed to be not as big as him, but could bear his weight. This person was Zhebe.

"General, why are we walking around the mountains?" someone asked in confusion.

"Silly, can't you see the smoke on the other side of the hill? If you don't forgive the hill, you'll be discovered by them." Zhebo said as he kept looking at the hill in the distance.

Behind the hill is smoke cooking, where there are Tatar outposts.

The horse walked very slowly, and Zhebo kept looking for position. He had an accurate judgment on horsepower.

He turned around and said to everyone, "We rushed up and killed the Tatars, half of them followed me, and the rest were ambushed behind the slope. When we lead out the Tatars, you will kill them."

"Yes!" Everyone was excited in the tense atmosphere.

Zhe slowly rode his horse forward, and a large number of cavalry followed him, slowly walking on the slope and climbing to the top of the hill. The people behind him stayed behind the hill as instructed.

The view gradually widened, and the moment he reached the top of the hill, as his vision slowly rose, the Tatar people's outposts were visible.

There is a small river below the hillside. The river water is very shallow, with dense grass on the riverside. The tall wooden fence is built next to the river water, close to the water source, and many people are pulling horses to grazing by the river.

"Kill!" Zhebi gave the order, and squeezed the horse's belly with both feet. The smart horse immediately used all its strength and rushed down the hillside. More than 200 cavalrymen instantly poured down from the hillside, like a torrent, rushing towards the outpost of the Tatar people.

The attack was too sudden and rapid, and then the slope of the hill was completely unresponsive.

The warriors led by Zhebe were shooting arrows while moving forward. The dozen Tatars grazing by the river were shot to the river before they could react. The blood stained the stream and the horse fled in panic.

The people behind quickly reacted and quickly closed the main gate of the fence. Regardless of the life or death of the people outside, they shouted news of the enemy's attack and quickly mobilized people.

Zhebe led a large group of troops to the river, and the remaining Tatars were quickly killed by sabers and spears. After a while, they killed more than twenty Tatars, and everyone shouted excitedly.

But before they could be happy, the Tatars immediately began to counterattack, and began to shoot arrows through the wooden fence, shooting more than a dozen of them to the ground.

The high wooden fence war horse could not rush in, Zhebao paniced and shouted: "I've been fooled! Retreat quickly and retreat!"

He said that, he took people to the distant hillside.

Everyone followed him one after another and "retreated" backwards. The war horses were coming and going quickly. They ran away in a short while, leaving only a dozen wounded people. The person who was shot to death also ran back with his legs.

The Tatars were overjoyed, and some people shouted, "The cowards of the Qiyan tribe ran away!" "Chasing out and killing them!" and then opened the fence gate, and many Tatars chased them on horseback.

More than 300 people followed the "defeated army" of Zhebe, excitedly moved forward without saving any horsepower. They quickly crossed the stream and chased the grass until the hillside more than one mile away from the camp, and the horse gradually began to get tired and gasp.

At this moment, Zhebei raised his spear high, then led everyone around and walked towards the side of the hillside. The ambush behind the hillside slowly climbed to the top of the hillside, and a black line was descending from a high point and slowly pulled open.

The chasing Tatars were shocked and turned their horses to flee back in panic, but they could not escape. The ambush on the hill was waiting, while the chasing of the Tatars had already been chasing for about a mile and began to be tired.

At the command of Zhe, the pursuit began in a declining manner.

The Tatars had long lost their fighting spirit and were determined to escape, chasing the outposts from the hillside to the Tatars. More than 200 people were killed, and their bodies were paved to the camp gate and dyed the meadow red.

The tall wooden fence door didn't have time to close, because the remaining people fled eastward in horror.

The soldiers happily cut off the enemy's ears as evidence of killing the enemy, and at the same time dragged several injured people onto the horse and asked them to go back by themselves. Whether they could go back depends on themselves.

Everyone was very happy to capture the outpost. They were just strikers, and their main task was to investigate. They never thought they would have such great achievements.

"General, let's close the fence and stay here. When the Sweat arrives, we will definitely reward us!" Someone said excitedly, and everyone looked over excitedly, obviously they thought so.

Don't laugh: "Do you think the Tatars have no brains? Don't think about it. Drive all the horses away, don't want anything else, burn them all, go quickly!"

Everyone was a little puzzled. There were fur, iron and silver in the outpost, and these were all treasures!

However, no one dared to disobey the order, so he had to burn the forefront camp that the Tatars spent a lot of effort to build.

Then he drove more than 200 horses to retreat south.

This puzzled many people, why should we retreat south? Khan's army was in the west.

Zhebe didn't answer them until he finished the work. In the dim light, they saw the Tatars brigade lighted torches from afar and chased westward on the grassland at least ten miles away from them. There were a large area of ​​fire, with at least thousands of people.

Even though they were far away, everyone was so scared that they didn't dare to let out. They finally understood why Lord Nuoyan had to take them south. If they went west, they should have been caught up at this time.

"The general is really a god-looking thing! You know everything about the Tatar people's mind!" Everyone looked at Zhebei in admiration.

Zhebe laughed.

"General, then should we take a detour next?" someone asked.

Zhebo looked up at the natural moon, and listened quietly to the wind, "No, the moonlight is very good tonight, the wind is also very good, and it won't rain.

I picked out ten people and drove the horses back, and the rest were with me.

Now they are the evil wolf chasing, we are the fleeing sheep, we follow them from afar, and when they are tired of chasing, they will camp and rest. Then we will be quiet wolves, they are sleeping wolves!

Just rush in and you can catch them off guard, kill people and set fires, and burn their tents."
Chapter completed!