Since entering the grassland, the weather has gradually turned colder. At first, you can still see towering pitch pine and spruce trees. The further north you go, the more withered the trees become.

A few days later, the army had arrived in the hinterland of the desert, where the grass was blown low by the wind and the sea of ​​clouds was thousands of miles away.

As the saying goes, the sky is like a dome, covering the four fields. Three thousand troops walking on such a vast grassland are like a small boat in the vast sea. Everyone laments the vastness of the world and the insignificance of human beings.

Under this situation, Zhu Qizhen was not in the mood to feel emotional because he was lost.

There isn't even a map of this place, and even if there was one, it would be of no use, because it is surrounded by grasslands without any landmarks, and you wouldn't be able to understand the map given to you.

When the Three Thousand Battalion came out, they didn't bring any supplies at all. They relied on hunting yellow sheep and rabbits for food along the way. There were more people and less meat. Many soldiers were still hungry. They had to find the Oara people's villages as soon as possible before they could fight.

Keep fighting.

"Report!"

Facing the setting sun, a scout horse galloped over. The knight on the horse gasped and said: "Five miles ahead, I found a lake, and there is a village of Oara people by the lake!"

The Oara people are nomadic people, and the so-called villages are nothing more than temporary gathering places for several families. When the water and grass here are exhausted, the tents are rolled up and moved to the next pasture.

It is precisely because of this that it is difficult to find traces of them.

The most effective way is to look for water sources. Where there is water, there may be Oara people's activities.

When Zhu Qizhen heard this, he immediately became excited and asked: "How many people are there on the other side?"

"Back to the Emperor, there are about five to six hundred people!"

Zhu Qizhen's eyes swept quickly, and his roar penetrated the field: "Preach my will, speed up the whole army, and resolve the battle before sunset!"

As soon as the soldiers heard that a battle was finally about to be fought, their enthusiasm immediately surged. Their tired bodies were trembling with great strength, and they galloped forward.

The calm lake surface rippled gently under the breeze, making a rustling sound, as if it was a harmonious and tranquil poem.

There is a tribe living near the lake, and all their young men have joined the southern expedition team, and may soon return with a large amount of loot.

The southerners are very wealthy. Iron pots, salt, and cotton cloth, which are extremely scarce materials on the grasslands, are available in ordinary people's homes.

Although occasionally smugglers would bring some supplies to the grasslands to trade with them for horses and furs, but those were only available to the upper class. Lower class herdsmen like them could only rely on warriors from their tribes to go out and plunder.

Sometimes, the soldiers would bring some slaves back. In short, if they wanted to improve their lives, they would go south to plunder. In their eyes, this was a matter of course.

As the sky gradually darkened, people in the tribe gathered in twos and threes in front of the bonfire, chatting about the Taishi's southern expedition. In this expedition, the tribe not only sent all the soldiers, but also contributed a large number of cattle and sheep, waiting for the army to return.

Master, they will definitely be rewarded with many trophies.

At this time, the sound of horse hooves suddenly came from the distance.

An old man raised his head and saw the cavalry rushing towards him under the setting sun. He frowned and said, "Didn't I just send the supplies the day before yesterday? Why are they here again?"

Another person said: "I heard that the battle on the front line has reached a stalemate, presumably because there is not enough food and grass."

"However, most of our tribe's cattle and sheep have been requisitioned, where can we still supply them?"

"Aren't there two hundred sheep left?"

"Winter is coming soon. If we send them all to the front line, the people in the tribe will starve!"

"Don't worry. When the soldiers and horses on the front line come back from winning the battle, the benefits will be ours."

"Oh, that's all it can do."

Seeing the cavalry getting closer and closer, the old man who spoke first stood up and ordered: "Tell everyone, drive all the sheep here!"

At this time, someone looked puzzled and said, "Why do I feel wrong?"

"What's wrong?"

"The armor on these people..."

Before the man finished speaking, he heard a whoosh and an arrow shot into his chest.

Immediately afterwards, arrows flew one after another, and these people finally reacted.

"It's the Ming Army!"

"Enemy attack, enemy attack!"

However, it's too late.

Zhu Qizhen took the lead and shouted with all his strength: "Kill!"

The soldiers of the Three Thousand Battalion were like tigers at the foot of the mountain. They galloped on horseback and roared towards the Walas. Their bright swords shone with an icy light in the afterglow of the setting sun.

It is the dream of every Ming Dynasty soldier to bring the flames of war to the grassland.

Before this, only Emperor Yongle had done it.

Everyone's eyes were flashing with fanatical flames, their faces were flushed, and their expressions of excitement were palpable. The dust kicked up by the horses' hooves covered half of the sky.

These Oara people never expected that the Ming army would appear in the hinterland of the desert!

The thundering sound of horse hooves broke the peaceful life of this tribe. In the past, they went south to rob the people of the Ming Dynasty. They never thought that one day they would be massacred by the Ming army.

For a time, there were shouts of terror everywhere in the tribe. It was obvious that the Wala people, who had never been plundered, regarded this Ming army that penetrated the grassland as tribal warriors transporting supplies.

However, even if they found that something was wrong, they did not back down. Whether they were men, women, or even children half a person's height, they all tried to resist.

In the impression of the Oara people, it is impossible for the Han people to step into the grasslands because they are weak and vulnerable by nature.

A gray-haired Oara man was holding a scimitar and riding a war horse. He was once a warrior and had accompanied the army south many times. Facing the menacing Ming army, he was not afraid and chose to fight head-on.

Opposite him, a horse crossed over. Immediately afterwards, the sharp blade flashed past like a snow-white sword. Blood spattered everywhere. The old man Wala's body was broken into two parts, and he fell off the horse with a thud.

Come.

His sunken eyes trembled and protruded outwards, and the desolation in them was clearly visible. Obviously, he never expected until his death that he would be buried under the sword of the Ming army at the door of his home.

With a fierce look on his face, Ha Ming spat fiercely at the corpse of the old man Wala. He swung the big knife in his hand and the blood on the blade spread far away, and then he went to look for the next target.

"Kill!"

The Ming army was already red-eyed and as ferocious as wild wolves on the grassland, they broke into the sheep and slaughtered them wantonly.

The battle was almost a one-sided massacre, and the Wala people finally understood that this Ming army seemed to be very different from what they had in mind.

Finally, they woke up, and the fierce light in their eyes turned into fear.

"Run quickly!"

In panic, countless Wala people threw away their weapons, ran away and ran away.

However, how could the Ming army let them go?

These panicked Wala people instantly became living targets for the Ming army.

Thinking of the flesh and blood compatriots who died tragically under the iron hoofs of the old days, the ferocity hidden deep in the Ming army began to explode. With cold expressions, they slowly pulled their long bows and watched the rotating arrows shoot away and penetrate the enemy's chest.
Chapter completed!