"Okay, then let's hurry up and go to the next Tartar tribe. We shouldn't be so unlucky." Bai Shouren felt sorry for the money, but seeing Zhao Muyun suffer a setback, he couldn't help but feel a little gloating.
"Well, you go first! We will catch up with you soon!" Zhao Muyun stared at Bai Shouren, twisted the corner of his mouth, and suddenly smiled.
"Are you guys catching up?"
Bai Shouren was startled, then shouted, "Sergeant Zhao, what are you trying to do? If we do this, we're all doomed! The Tartars will hunt us down. How will we ever reach our destination?"
"The Tartar troops have all gathered at Canglang Lake. Don't you see that only old men, children, and women are left in this tribe?"
"By the time the Tartar army knew their tribe was under attack and came after us, we would have already reached Daqing Mountain!"
"Didn't this old Tartar say he wanted to send his nephews and nephews into battle to kill our Dayin soldiers? Then we'll teach their families a lesson behind their backs!"
Zhao Muyun's eyes lit up.
On his way out of the Tartar tribe camp, he pondered over and over again, and suddenly seemed to understand the intention of the senior official who ordered him to take people to the rear of the Tartars.
Perhaps the news of their group's attempt to find the Wuhuan people had already been leaked by the Tartar spies.
Zhao Muyun was deeply worried about the great battle between Dayin and Beidi in Shuozhou, based on the state of Dayin's army he encountered outside Shuozhou City that day, and what he had seen and heard in Jingbian Military Town in the previous two months.
In Dayin's army, middle and upper-level officers scrambled for power and were afraid of death. Ordinary soldiers had low morale, lacked training, and had low combat effectiveness.
The high-ranking official from the capital who planned this war estimated that his chances of winning were not great.
He might have remembered Zhao Muyun's performance in Black Camel Mountain, and then reserved a surprise attack!
If the Shuozhou battle can be won, and Zhao Muyun finds the Wuhuan people and harasses King Zhelan's rear on the prairie, that would be icing on the cake.
Not only can it block King Zhelan's escape route, but it can also eliminate the Tatar forces on the prairie, thus helping this official to regain the lost land on the southern foot of the Daqing Mountains.
If the Shuozhou battle was lost, Zhao Muyun's harassment from behind would also be able to tie down the Tatars and quickly seek a new round of game and breakthrough.
"Fuck him!"
As soon as Zhao Muyun finished speaking, Wang Tiezhu and Xiaowu immediately started shouting!
The more you endure, the angrier you will be; the more you take a step back, the more you will lose.
The two of them couldn't hold it in any longer.
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