Someone once said that governing a big country is like cooking a small fresh food. () In fact, this sentence just clearly states a philosophical principle, that is, the operation state of all things in the world has similar or even the same laws. The Chinese theory is the distinction between yin and yang, and modern terms are the unity of opposites, and this world is basically like this.

The Mongolian army's advance towards Mutuiyi Kingdom was not smooth, and the enthusiasm for real march was gradually decreasing over time. Especially in the desolate mountains, horses could not find grass to eat on this stone mountain, so they had to transport a large amount of horse feed from the rear. However, the Mongolian army did not have the habit of preparing large quantities of horse feed. As a Mongolian horse that is resistant to rough feed, its physical strength dropped rapidly in this mountain where it could not eat grass and drink water.

As cavalry of nomads, they love horses and feel heartbroken when they see their horses suffer. Especially when they encounter such a thing at night, they have even more headaches.

"Swoosh..."

A rain of arrows rose in the sky. At this moment, the Mongols already knew how powerful these arrows were. They themselves had them, so at night, each shield was one. Although it was only wood that could only be used once, it was better than nothing. Someone had a smart person to cover the shield with a piece of skin, and when he was caught in an arrow, he could use it twice. And all the soldiers hoped that they could find a safe hiding place during this period.

"Be careful, the arrow is coming!"

The soldiers on the whistle shouted loudly, hiding their bodies behind the shield. The master's round shield could only cover most of his body when he squatted down, but if he raised it higher, his feet might be burned.

With the sound of "Du...", the shield was hit by an arrow. The fire that burned instantly made the hands on the shield feel the heat. The oil dripped down from the edge of the shield with a small blue flame. A bad smell of cowhide was invaded by the burning stinky smell of cowhide.

"These damn Muziyi people don't let you sleep every night!"

The Mongols hated the Muziyi people who "dou Mao" almost every night. They didn't know that the tactic of the Muziyi people at this moment was to resist resolutely during the day. They constantly mobilized archers to form a team of harassment from 100 to 1,000, and started fighting every night. During the day, they buried mines and traps continuously tossed. This was all the flexible application of the ten-door rule that Zhao Weinan heard Amina's remarks, "The enemy advances and I retreat, I disturb me, the enemy is tired, I fight, the enemy retreats and I chase me." This method made the entire Mongolian army, which had accepted this combat method for the first time, always in a highly nervous battle.

The sentry cursed in a low voice, peeling off the cowhide from outside the shield. Because of military discipline, he did not dare to scold the officers. They were wearing armor from the Yulin armor series and holding a thin steel shield made in a hurry. Although it was heavier, it was something that could be used to save lives at this time. Looking down from the sentry, the arrow branches in the sky were still falling. The camp was still flashing in the east and screaming in the west, and the tragic scene created by the rockets falling.

Finally, there seemed to be fewer arrows falling, and the sentry slowly felt relieved.

"It looks like the attack tonight is over!"

As the subordinates of Sain Khan Badu, they would encounter attacks every night, which has almost become a habit. Moreover, after the first attack, the people of the Musaiyi faction were hit by the "Flying Swallow Iii type crossbow". After that, every attack they only shot five rounds of arrows and had already shot. It can even be guessed that when the fifth round was still flying in the air, they had left the environmental protection.

At this time, the "Flying Swallow Iii-type crossbow" that had just been unfolded could not find the target. Just as the sentry was just relieved, a sudden sound of breaking through the air came, and then an arrow fell right between his feet.

A hateful "puff" sound rang out, and a large ball of flames with an unpleasant smell of oil burst out between his feet. The flames with oil flowers, like an elf, rushed to his feet.

"Ah...Oh..."

He screamed, like Nezha stepping on the hot wheel. Unfortunately, he probably didn't have Nezha's ability. While running in a panic, he just wanted to stay away from the flame that made his feet mature. With a "click", the guardrail broke under his heavy impact, and his body fell from the whistle like a heavy sack.

The camp was tragic when attacked by night. The attacks of Muziyi people have annoyed the Mongols. They even asked people who knew Arabic to shout loudly, asking Muziyi people to go down the mountain to fight to the decisive battle. But the people who shouted at the cliff were like sick, and the only thing they received was a mocking "huhu" mountain wind.

At this time, a certain woman had only the sorrow of her grandson in her head. She kept muttering in her mouth when she was sitting there.

"Hmph, these Mongolian bastards hurt my grandson, and we always make it difficult for us to take care of it!"

After thinking about it, I probably felt that "investing the money" was a bit too cheap for Mongolians, so I changed my mind.

"No, let you eggs drag them away in a cart..."

As she said this, it seemed that she remembered something again. She slapped her hands on her forehead and nodded her head and responded tirelessly.

"I understand... I know... Oh... Don't curse in Chinese? I've remembered it long ago!"

After saying that, the saint of all kinds changed immediately. Perhaps at this moment, he thought that Pan Jianan was not dead yet, so he immediately started to curse him fiercely. However, he used Arabic dialect once and scolded him for a long time before slapping his head.

"Hey, it turns out that it feels so good to curse in Arabic dialect. Why haven't I thought about it for so many years? Hey... I won't curse people in Chinese anymore, but I will curse them in Arabic dialect! But it's a pity, do those Mongolian barbarians not understand them? Oh, no matter whether they understand them, they are stupid, they are not like my son, they understand everything. They also understand those Europeans, but what words will they use to scold him in the future?"

After figuring this out, Ejitane laughed again, not having the respect of being an old lady, nor having the awareness of her mother-in-law. But at this moment she was still satisfied with her long-term plans.

"Okay, we're leaving. The people on duty tonight will lay more thunder on the Mongols' must-pass road tomorrow. The people who transport ammunition should move faster, and our thunder is not enough. Tomorrow...huh..."

Looking at the Mongolian army camp where the fire was still extinguished at the foot of the mountain, Ejitane thought about it and gave up. Anyway, it was almost dawn, and I got up this afternoon. I was so busy with these bastards that I could not get through this road without killing Pan Jian'an.
Chapter completed!