At this moment, the vast Gobi Desert to the north of Guazhou.
Wumuchi's main army is slowly retreating.
They were like wounded beasts, baring their fangs and maintaining considerable vigilance and fighting power.
The front army became the rear army, with elite cavalry cruising on both wings, infantry in the middle, baggage train going first, the formation was tight, and they advanced step by step.
However, Pei Lun and Shi Yong were like a pack of wolves that had smelled blood, following closely behind.
"Report! General, the Tartar rear army of about 3,000 people is building a temporary camp at the entrance of the Wild Wolf Valley ten miles away. It seems that they want to cut off their retreat!" The scout came on horseback to report.
Pei Lun, Shi Yong and Guo Xiaoti looked at each other and their eyes lit up.
"We can't let them gain a foothold!"
Pei Lun said in a deep voice, "Captain Shi, you lead your cavalry and set out immediately to harass their camp. No need to attack them head-on. Use bows and crossbows from a distance to tire and harass the enemy!"
"Understood!" Shi Yong jumped on his horse, assembled his troops, and rushed out like a whirlwind.
"Old Guo," Pei Lun said to Guo Xiaoti, "Take the remaining men, bring more flags and drum up support, and maneuver from the flank, pretending to outflank their rearguard and apply pressure!"
"clear!"
At the entrance of the Wild Wolf Valley, the Northern Di rearguard troops, who were urging their soldiers to cut down trees and build a fence, were soon met with a rain of arrows from the Shiyong cavalry.
They had to stop what they were doing and raise their shields to defend themselves, and there was a bit of chaos in their formation.
Immediately afterwards, deafening noises of drums and raised dust came from the flank, as if a large army was making a detour.
The remaining generals were so frightened and confused that they dared not concentrate on building camp anymore. They could only shrink their formation and be on full alert.
As a result, the speed of retreat was greatly delayed.
When Wumuchi learned about the situation in the rear in the central army, his face was so gloomy that water could drip out of it.
He knew that this was Pei Lun's conspiracy, which was to delay him and consume him.
"Order the front troops to speed up! Ignore the harassment from the rear! Tell Halba, who's been left behind, to hold out until sunset, then break out on his own and catch up!"
Wumuchi gritted his teeth and gave the order.
He had to make a choice and sacrifice some of the rearguard troops in exchange for a faster separation of the main force.
This is a helpless act of cutting flesh to heal a wound, but it also shows his determination.
At the same time, Tang Yanhai in Ganzhou also started to move.
He did not lead the entire army to attack, but instead sent out hundreds of elite light cavalry led by Yan Ling, cooperating with small units familiar with the terrain, to continuously attack the flanks of Wumuchi's army and isolated teams.
These attacks were not large in scale, but extremely annoying, causing the Northern Di army to panic and see enemies everywhere, further affecting their marching speed.
Wumuchi felt as if he was trapped in an invisible net, and every step he took was extremely difficult.
The "wolves" behind you are biting you, and the "poisonous bees" on your flanks are stinging you.
What made him most heartbroken was the royal court in the north that had been reduced to ashes and the missing Zhao Muyun.
"Zhao Muyun...where the hell are you now?" Wumuchi looked at the gloomy sky in the north, his heart filled with resentment.
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Zhao Muyun led three thousand elite soldiers, and at this moment was like a ghost on the grassland, engaging in a high-intensity maneuver with the pursuers sent by Wumuchi and the cavalry from various tribes who rushed to encircle them after hearing the news.
After successfully defeating Zhelu's 3,000 light cavalry, Zhao Muyun knew that his whereabouts had been exposed.
Wumuchi's main force and other tribes on the grassland that are loyal to Wumuchi will never give up.
He decisively abandoned the originally envisioned western route and turned to the southeast.
This direction is closer to Longyou, but it also means that you may encounter more scattered Northern Di tribes and patrols.
"Grand Commander, we've spotted a medium-sized Tatar tribe ahead. They've assembled about 2,000 cavalrymen and are blocking our way," Shen Qian reported.
"Should we go around it?" Guo Luo suggested.
Zhao Muyun looked at the map, then at the sky, and shook his head. "Taking a detour is too long, and it will easily expose our whereabouts. Since this tribe dares to block our way, we must defeat them, and we must do it hard and quickly!"
"Let the other tribes who are ready to make trouble know what will happen if they block our path!"
A fierce glint flashed in his eyes. "Chief Namtso, you should be the vanguard and crush them! I will lead the main force and resolve the battle within an hour!"
The battle was a foregone conclusion.
Although the warriors of this tribe were brave, they lacked organization and discipline. They quickly collapsed under the frontal charge of the elite Hedong cavalry and the flanking attacks of the Qiang and Rong cavalry on both wings.
Zhao Muyun strictly implemented the principle of "fast, fierce and accurate" and did not linger on fighting after defeating their main force.
They burned the tribe's stored food and the leader's tent, and quickly left the battlefield, carrying the captured horses and a small amount of necessities, and continued to move.
This tactic of high-speed maneuvering, avoiding the strong and attacking the weak, and delivering thundering blows to those who blocked their way allowed Zhao Muyun's army, which was deep behind enemy lines, to fight its way out of the dangerous grassland.
Their movements were erratic, sometimes heading east, sometimes heading south, leaving the Northern Di troops who were trying to encircle them exhausted and confused.
"What on earth do they want to do? Not return to Liangzhou, but wander around in circles on the grassland?" Some Beidi generals were confused.
Only Wumuchi and a few core figures vaguely guessed Zhao Muyun's intentions.
He didn't just want to escape back, he was more like deliberately attracting the attention of the Northern Di and delaying the time for Wumuchi's main force to return to the grassland to restore order.
At the same time, it is also constantly weakening the outer forces of Beidi, creating better opportunities for Pei Lun and Tang Yanhai to fight.
"What a cunning fox!"
When Wumuchi received news of encounters and failed interceptions from various tribes, he was so angry that he almost vomited blood.
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