The north wind blew up snow foam, lashing the desolate fields of Yinzhou.
The tragic news of the fall of the capital spread across the river to Jinyang and Shuozhou, not to mention here.
At this moment, in Yinzhou City, Dayin's soldiers were sharpening their claws in the biting cold wind, brewing a lightning sneak attack.
Tian Qing, the commander of Yinzhou, is the old man at the beacon tower of Yanqingdun.
Murong Chunhua is the son of the leader of the Murong tribe who led his troops to surrender to Zhao Muyun in the Mobei grassland.
Ever since Zhao Muyun secretly inspected Yinzhou and instructed them to take the initiative to attack Timur, the two began to make arrangements in full swing.
In the meeting hall of the Duwei Mansion, there were officers of the two armies above the rank of centurion, and even Huan Kui, the elder of the Wuhuan people, came.
Seeing everyone gathered, Tian Qing's eyes fell calmly on the location of Xichuan Grassland on the map. He ran his finger over it, his eyes bright and he said loudly:
"Timur was cunning and brutal. He was originally a general under King Zhelan and an old friend of ours! After he captured the Gobi Salt Lake, he gained the trust of the Northern Di Chanyu and was named King Shule."
"This time, the Tartar army marched south on two fronts, and he led his troops to attack our Yinzhou. He was a detachment of the Tartar army's right wing."
"He doesn't work very hard, and focuses on conserving his strength."
"He saw us harassing him before, so he followed suit and harassed us."
"Now, it's time to deal with Timur once and for all!"
"I will lead the infantry and archers, sneaking into the woods east of their camp at night and setting up an ambush. Commander Murong will lead the elite cavalry, launching a surprise attack from the front at midnight."
"Wait until their camp is in chaos, then our army will attack from the flanks. By attacking from both sides, we can achieve complete victory!"
"Uncle Kui will guard the city for us, and be on guard against any attack from the Tartars."
After the baptism of war and the growth of his companions, Tian Qing is no longer the timid soldier in the Beacon Tower.
Everyone had no objection to his arrangement and were eager to get started.
The plan was set, and the Yinzhou army also quietly started moving.
That night, dark clouds covered the moon and the wind and snow subsided for a while, making it the perfect time for a night attack.
Murong Chunhua led a thousand Murong cavalrymen from his own tribe. They held their mouths shut, their horses had their bells removed, their hooves were wrapped in thick cloth, and they were dressed in white robes as they glided silently across the snowfield.
The cold wind drowned out the gentle clashing of the armor leaves.
When they were less than a mile away from Timur's camp, Murong Chunhua suddenly raised his Embroidered Spring Sword, and the cavalry behind him blew the horn of attack!
"Woo-hum-hum!"
The low and terrifying sound of the horn tears the silence of the night!
"kill!"
A thousand cavalrymen were like a sudden avalanche, their speed increased to the extreme, and like a flood breaking through a dam, they rushed towards the Tatar camp with flickering lights.
The deafening shouts of killing suddenly broke out, instantly drowning out the few drowsy Di sentinels outside the camp.
Almost at the same time, torches suddenly lit up in the forest on the east side of the camp, like stars falling to the ground!
Tian Qing drew his sword from its sheath and pointed it forward: "Shoot!"
A thousand archers who had been prepared for a long time fired a dense rain of arrows, carrying the screams of death, covering the flanks and center of the Tatar camp.
Many Tartars had just woken up from their sleep and were shot down inside and outside the tent before they could figure out the situation.
"Enemy attack! It's the Yin army! The Yin army is coming!"
Shrill cries and alarms rang out throughout the camp, but were quickly drowned out by even more intense shouts and screams.
Timur was drinking and having fun with the woman from Yin Dynasty whom he had abducted. He was shocked when he heard the news. He kicked over the table and rushed out of the tent with his upper body naked and a knife in hand.
The camp was in chaos, with fires everywhere. The cavalry of the Yin army rushed in as if they were in an empty camp, wantonly hacking and killing the panicked Di soldiers.
"Don't panic! Mount up! Fight!"
Timur roared and tried to organize resistance.
His personal guards were hastily assembled.
But Murong Chunhua's goal is very clear.
He took the lead, the embroidered spring sword in his hand flying, accurately chopping down the Di officers who tried to block him along the way, and like an arrow shot from a bow, he rushed straight to the conspicuous flag of the central army tent.
Wherever he passed, people and horses fell to the ground, and no one could match him!
The infantry commanded by Tian Qing had also reached the edge of the camp at this time.
The sword and shield soldiers formed a formation and moved forward, holding off the panicked counterattack of some of the Tartars.
The spearmen kept stabbing out from the gaps in their shields, knocking the approaching Tatars off their horses.
The crossbowmen carried out segmented precision shooting, focusing on sniping those Tatar officers who tried to organize the team.
The battle lasted from midnight until dawn.
The Tatar camp was in ruins, with corpses strewn all over the ground.
Timur's troops suffered losses of more than 30%, and more importantly, their command system was completely broken up and their morale collapsed.
Seeing that Yin's army was getting stronger and stronger and his own defeat was inevitable, although Timur was unwilling to accept it, he had no choice but to gather about a thousand remaining soldiers under the desperate protection of his personal soldiers, break through the encirclement in a desperate manner, and flee westward.
"Chase!"
Tian Qing and Murong Chunhua joined forces. Although the soldiers were exhausted after a night of fierce fighting, they were supported by the excitement of victory and the deep hatred for the Tartars.
"We must not let him catch his breath! Drive them into the Gobi Desert!"
The Shuozhou army pursued them relentlessly all the way, like chasing a stray dog.
The remaining troops of Timur had thrown away their weapons and were in a state of extreme disarray. They were unable to organize any effective resistance or counterattack and could only flee desperately.
In the end, after leaving behind countless corpses and supplies, Timur and his remaining thousand-odd troops were driven completely into the depths of the Gobi Desert.
Even if it could not be completely wiped out, this detachment that once threatened Shuozhou's flank had in fact been temporarily eliminated.
The victory of Shuozhou's local counterattack was like the first match lit in the dark sky.
Although weak, it pointed out the direction and quickly ignited a larger fire.
In Shuozhou City, Han Zhong was awakened from his sleep by a messenger who hurried from Yanzhou.
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