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Zarik slung his head and said hesitantly: "Not many..."

Morigen was confused by Zarik's movements. He had not yet realized what the reason for Zarik's abnormality was. He was very confident in his troops. He had no idea of ​​the possibility of defeat. He frowned and asked, "How much is it?" [bsp;   Zarik suddenly knelt down, reached out and slapped his cheek, making a slap. After slapping more than a dozen consecutive times, he said pitifully: "King Khan, don't be angry, we are working hard. After we have achieved the results, we will report it to you as soon as possible! Really, we will work hard! There will be results!"

Mo Rigen was really shocked by his actions. His face immediately became gloomy and his heart fell desperately. Even if he was an idiot, he could feel that something must have happened. Otherwise, Zarik would not be so frightened. The only possibility that Zarik was so frightened was that he was defeated on the front line. But how could he be defeated on the front line?

No matter from any perspective, there is no possibility of defeat on the front line! Mo Rigen firmly believes that the white-clad cavalry is definitely not the opponent of the Tatar cavalry. Unless Zarik made the lowest-level mistake. However, with the combat experience of the Tatar cavalry, even if the lowest-level mistake is made, the losses will not be too great. What is going on here? What is the bastard Zarik dare not tell him? Finally, Mo Rigen controlled his emotions and asked slowly: "What's going on?"

Zarik's face looked extremely ugly, and he said with a sad face: "King Khan... So far, we have only killed less than thirty white-clothed soldiers..."

Morigen was stunned.

For a moment, he didn't react at all.

I have to say that the thirty numbers are indeed too abrupt.

Mo Rigen really wanted to ask, less than thirty? Are you sure it is not 300? 300? 3000? Immortality is above, and I dare to take advantage of such a record? At this moment, Mo Rigen simply didn't know what to say. The battle lasted for so long, and the Tatars killed thirty white-clothed cavalry. The battle lasted from morning to night for a whole day. At this speed, when will the Tatars get to kill all the white-clothed soldiers?

When Zarik saw that it was not good, his face became even more ugly. He said sadly: "The cavalry in the white army is too cunning and always plays hide and seek with us. They don't fight us head-on. When our large army chases us, they run away. If we have few people, they will raid..."

Mo Rigen swallowed his throat, which was a little dry, and felt his mind was a little blank, and he didn't know what he was thinking. He asked subconsciously: "Where is our loss?"

Zarik's face became even more ugly and his emotions completely collapsed. He sat on the ground and burst into tears: "Wuwuwu, there are more than a thousand people...Wuwuwu, King Khan, we have more than a thousand people killed in battle...Khan Khan, kill me. Wuwuwu, I really don't want to live anymore, we are too depressed..."

"Bang!"

The "Collected Notes on the Analects of Confucius" in Mo Rigen's hand fell heavily to the ground.

His body also sat down softly, feeling that his whole body was exhausted. He, who had always been energetic, felt for the first time that he was so tired and so weak. At this time, what Mo Rigen wanted to do the most was to fall asleep. It would be best if nothing happened after waking up. Zarik's appearance and what he said were just a dream. After waking up, everything was still the same.

Unfortunately, Mo Rigen's thoughts, no matter how strong they are, cannot change the facts in front of him. He cannot change anything. He believes that Zarik will definitely not lie, and everything he said must be true. Otherwise, the reaction of the scout captain would not be so abnormal. Otherwise, others would not avoid him secretly.

It turned out that these guys had long known that the results of the battle were not ideal and had been trying to hide them. They also knew that they had high hopes for field battles, and they only allowed success and not failure. If they learned of such a bleak result, they would be furious. What's funny is that they were still full of hope and hoped to have a good start. Unexpectedly, they were such a bleak result.

Changshengtian is above... Forget it, no matter Changshengtian, let him die! This god has no protective effect at all! Mo Rigen secretly swore that after returning, he must demolish all the temples of Changshengtian. What's the point of keeping them without effect? ​​If you had known this, you would rather convert to the living Buddha in Tubo! Maybe it would be useful.

However, taking off his anger on Changshengtian did not relieve Mo Rigen's slight anger. There was no way, the contrast between the front and back was too great. The White-clothed Army suffered less than thirty people, but the Tatars themselves lost thousands of people. What is the ratio? The lives of thirty or forty Tatars can only be changed to the lives of one White-clothed Army! If such a battle continues, how many days can the Tatars last?

"what is going on?"

"Tell me about what you know."

Mo Rigen asked deeply. His tone was nothing special, and he couldn't hear a very stern taste, but his eyes were fierce like a bloodthirsty jackal. As the Tatars' Arrow God, a figure who fought south and north, and fought east and west, Mo Rigen's eyes could definitely be killed. Even other Tatar nobles dared not fight against his fierce eyes. If Zarik dared to fool him on this issue, he would definitely be dragged out and dismembered. At this time, no matter who was dissatisfied with him, it would be the result of the fall of the head.

"Wuwuwu...King Khan, that's it..." Zarik had to cry and start talking tremblingly. He didn't dare to add fuel to the slightest, so as not to bring bad luck to himself. In fact, there was no need for his add fuel to the qi, the battle itself was full of drama. Until now, Zarik could not fully accept the facts. Speaking of which, his psychological tolerance was even worse than Morigen. His emotions were completely out of control now.

Speaking of which, at the beginning, Zarick was in a better mood than Morigen. Like Morigen, he felt that he could easily defeat the White-Clothed Cavalry in the field. It would be best if the White-Clothed Cavalry came out to seek death. Zarick was also overconfident in the combat effectiveness of the troops under his command. The goal he set for himself was to eliminate at least three thousand White-Clothed Cavalry a day. It would be even better if it reached five thousand.

This is not because Zarik is too arrogant and sets goals for himself that are impossible to achieve. In fact, the other Tatar senior leaders are the same. It seems that the goals set by Catavaro, Balete and others are also to kill three or five thousand white-clothed troops a day. If their goals can be achieved, it will only take three days for the White-clothed troops to be wiped out. How many people are there in the White-clothed troops?

However, the subsequent battle was completely beyond Zarik's expectations. The cunning white-clothed cavalry always shot from afar and left after the shooting. If the Tatars did not chase after him, they would die in vain. In a short while, the white-clothed cavalry reloaded their muskets and turned back. Some damn white-clothed cavalry seemed to have equipped two muskets and shot in turn, which caused the Tatars cavalry to suffer a lot. The white-clothed cavalry's muskets were too powerful and had too long range. Such a confrontation was completely a disadvantage for the Tatars.

With the personality of the Tatars, of course it is impossible to be beaten and not fight back. They must chase after them. Generally speaking, the pursuit mode of the Tatar cavalry is to dispatch five times or ten times the force. For example, if the White-Clothed Cavalry has five people, the Tatar cavalry generally dispatches twenty or thirty people to pursue. If there are only ten White-Clothed Cavalry, the Tatar cavalry will dispatch about fifty people to pursue. According to such a comparison of troops, the White-Clothed Cavalry can definitely be killed.

However, strangely, the dozen Tatar cavalry teams that had chased after him did not come back. They seemed to have disappeared silently in the Gobi Desert. At that time, Zarik thought that they were chasing too far and had no time to run back. Later, Zarik learned that they were ambushed and fell into the trap of the White Army, and had no return.

"Train? Boring things! No one with ability will use this!" Zarik said contemptly. At the beginning, Zarik was simply disdainful of the traps of the White-Clothed Cavalry. The Tatars were used to being bosses. They usually fought with absolute superior forces to overwhelm the enemy. There was no need to use any traps, conspiracy, etc. Therefore, to a large extent, they all despise the existence of this type of tactic.

Zarik felt that these traps of the White Army were just small-scale fights and could not become a big climate. With the skillful skills of the Tatar cavalry and rich combat experience, as long as these traps were cracked, the White Army cavalry could only surrender and wait for death. However, as the battle continued, the information from all sides was not very good. It seemed that more and more Tatar cavalry fell into the White Army trap.

At this point, Zarik had to take it seriously. Those who can be the commander of the ten thousand men are not fools. He quickly figured out what the trap of the White-Clothed Cavalry was. It turned out that the White-Clothed Cavalry that came to provoke were all bait. Their purpose was to deliberately lure the Tatar cavalry into the ambush circle that had been set up by the White-Clothed Army.

When the white-clothed cavalry was hunted, they seemed to be fleeing in a panic way, but in fact they had a purpose. The direction of their escape was where the ambush circle was located. Behind the ambush circle, there were a large number of white-clothed military musketeers lurking behind the ambush circle. If the Tatar cavalry accidentally broke into the ambush circle, they would suffer a catastrophe. As a result, the Tatars suffered a great loss. The disappearing Tatar cavalry teams were killed in this way.

After all, the Tatars' war horses have been running long distances since they went south to Gansu Town. Even if they had time to rest in the middle, it was difficult to return to their peak state. From the south to Gansu Town, more than two months have passed. Even if each Tatar cavalry has two war horses, the war horses cannot use their peak skills in the fierce battle.

On the contrary, all the war horses used by the cavalry of the White Clothing Army were new forces. The cavalry of the White Clothing Army fought at the doorstep of their homes. There was enough forage, enough stables, and enough war horse rotation behind Zhenyuan Pass. If there was a problem with their war horses, they could also replace war horses from Zhenyuan Pass at any time so that the war horses under their command would always remain in the best condition.

What does this mean? This means that if it is just a pure pursuit, it is actually difficult for the Tatar cavalry to catch up with the White-Clothed Army cavalry. How can a tired war horse catch up with the peak war horse? In other words, it is very difficult for the Tatar cavalry to chase the White-Clothed Army cavalry to catch up with the White-Clothed Army cavalry. Unless it is a coincidence, or something unexpected happens.

However, the white-clothed cavalry always gave the Tatar cavalry an illusion that they were about to catch up, obviously to attract them into the ambush circle. Unfortunately, most of the Tatar cavalry did not realize this. They did not expect that the white-clothed cavalry would be so sinister and so dirty. As a result, they were completely finished.

To be honest, it is already a great contribution for the Tatars to be able to kill thirty white-clothed cavalry. To be honest, only half of these thirty Tatar cavalry were killed by the Tatars, and the other half were killed by accidents. The battlefield where the two sides fought was the desert, after all, the terrain and environment were harsh, so it was normal for accidents to occur.

"Damn the damn dog!"

"I'm so angry!"

"Xu Xingxia, can you be more despicable?"

After listening to Zarik's story, Morigen screamed in anger, and was so angry.

Originally, he was full of confidence and felt that in the field, he could definitely slash Xu Xingxia's face and avenge the big and small losses he suffered in the past. He wanted to use this to tell others that Mo Rigen is definitely not easy to mess with. Anyone who provoked him would definitely not have good results. Unexpectedly, this was the result in the end.

He arranged the field battle excitedly, but was knocked by Xu Xingxia, and he was so angry that he had no idea what. Xu Xingxia's stick also completely defeated one of his loyal subordinates, and burst into tears like a child. Is this really a love for him? He hasn't tasted such a frustrating taste in many years?

If he is not even a match for Xu Xingxia in the field, is Mo Rigen still qualified to stay in this world?

no!

Must be cruel!

Xu Xingxia must be brought back to its original form!

"Transfer my order! The whole army attacked!"
Chapter completed!