After all, it was people and not sheep who were slaughtered, and a big battle with a designed tail cut off came to an end, and the casualties were counted, and he himself lost three hundred.
But the seizure is also huge, not only the original tribe of tens of thousands of cattle and sheep and precious salt, this time and captured 3,000 horses, this is the most precious thing, with these 3,000 horses, Lu Hanqiang's nearly 4,000 brothers have reached one person and two horses, and the mobility is even greater.
Therefore, Lu Hanqiang, who already had confidence in his heart, decided to bury the remains of the martyrs, and everyone rested in this camp for three days, slaughtered all the cattle, sheep and surplus war horses, made mature meat, and then went home as a team.
In this renovation, all the brothers were rarely relaxed, in the camp, singing and dancing, resting to their heart's content, so that the fatigue and tension of the half moon were completely relaxed.
Early on the morning of the third day, when the sun rose, the brothers who had gone out to patrol returned in the bitter cold wind, and once again brought news of the enemy, and almost all the Mongol tribes gathered by Halbara reappeared on the horizon.
Lu Hanqiang was just this little guy, tilted his head and said with a smile: "The send-off is here, we have to go according to the host's wishes." ” So after three days of rest, nearly 4,000 brothers embarked on the journey again.
But when it came to noon, Lu Hanqiang stopped his horse and looked around the environment, where there were few shepherds, in the whistling north wind, the dense barren grass was like the sea, turning over the huge waves to the south, occasionally a pheasant and yellow sheep or something in the sea of grass rushed out, galloping away, "It is really a vast beauty of the sky and the wilderness, the wind blows the grass and the cattle and sheep are low."
The little fat man rarely had a little bit of Yaxing, so he said to Lu Hanqiang: "Brother-in-law, my first lyricist in the Ming Dynasty, let's have a song, or maybe you won't be able to come to this grassland in the future." ” Lu Hanqiang nodded with satisfaction, and recited aloud in the direction of the south where the smoke and dust had risen, and recited loudly: "Ah, the moon is dark and the night is killing, the wind is high and the sky is on fire, and the fat sheep are on the shelf, and the fire will soar to the sky." ” At that time, this poem made everyone around him collapse.
"Brother-in-law, did you plagiarize the original good words?"
The little fat man covered his face and muttered embarrassedly.
"So you know."
Lu Hanqiang pretended to have a twisted expression, and then in the midst of everyone's laughter, Lu Hanqiang tilted his head and innocently asked the brothers around him: "Didn't you understand the profound truth in the great poem I just did?"
"No, there's bullshit."
The little fat man laughed and commented.
"Alas, it's hard to find a soulmate."
Lu Hanqiang shook his head regretfully and shook his head again.
At this time, Chen Liang ran over and said loudly to Lu Hanqiang: "Big brother of the owner, the enemy is coming, hurry up and leave, if you don't leave, you will be entangled again." ” Lu Hanqiang immediately stood up and looked south, it was indeed here, the black cavalry, the black tribe, spread between heaven and earth, it was a sea of people.
"I'll just say, I've been waiting for three days, and it's not right if he doesn't come again."
The little fat man said solemnly: "Last time we annihilated three thousand of them, this time they didn't play anything, the cavalry and the tribe are all here, I'm afraid there will be 100,000 people." ” Lu Hanqiang looked at the Tartar army that the other party began to stretch out to both sides, and couldn't help nodding: "100,000 is definitely there, under our month-long all-out looting and massacre, this may be the last strength of this grassland."
It seems that this Great Khan of the Golden Family is in a hurry this time. ” "Yes, if we are dragged by these people, we will be thousands of people, and we will be flattened by them in a blink of an eye, let's run, anyway, our strength has recovered after three days of rest, and this time we will run home in one go."
Lu Hanqiang shook his head, "Since they have gathered the last tribes, then we can't stop playing big at the end, and then we can easily go home and hug our wives." ” Without waiting for everyone to understand, Lu Hanqiang turned around and ordered: "All the brothers, facing the enemy army, line up." ” "Brother-in-law, we will definitely be destroyed in the decisive battle, even if the decisive battle is only to line up in a sharp formation, you are equivalent to sending death if you arrange troops like this."
Lu Hanqiang ignored the little fat man's anxious admonition, and continued to give a loud order, "Everyone is ten steps apart, bring fire, wait for my order, everyone will burn the grassland, and then run north another five hundred steps, light it again, and then run another five hundred steps, and so north, light a line of fire every five hundred steps, until you can't see a single Tartar rushing out of the reverse fire."
Lu Hanqiang said with a cool expression.
Everyone's mouths opened wide in shock, and cold air was blowing from everyone's backs.
In such a gale, in this season of dry grass in the harsh winter, the grassland is lit, and the fire will continue to burn until the first rain falls in the sky.
In that way, although you can burn those Tartars, you will also destroy countless living beings at the same time, which is a desperate plan, and this is to be punished by God.
Lu Han roared loudly: "This is an order, execute it immediately." ” In Lu Hanqiang's roar, all the talents ran away with a bang, and opened a human chain several kilometers long in accordance with Lu Hanqiang's regulations.
The Tartars on the opposite side stood still, they were puzzled in the face of Lu Hanqiang's formation, but they were puzzled, in any case, this time they caught Lu Hanqiang, the blood enemy of the Mongols, so all of them drew their swords, and all of them were ready to sacrifice themselves in this battle.
Lu Hanqiang coldly watched the hundreds of thousands of horses on the opposite side spread out completely, took a deep breath of air, and opened his arms to face Changtian: "For the sake of my suffering motherland, let me bear all the sins alone" With that, he threw the fire that had been blown under his feet.
Lu Hanqiang stared at the withered grass in front of him, slowly, a wisp of green smoke slowly rose, drifting south with the whistling north wind, followed by a small flame along the undulating grass stalk climbing up the grass tip, stopped for a moment, and then was grabbed by the howling north wind and thrown to the south.
A huge fire sickle several kilometers long began to churn, sadistic, run, sparks can start a prairie fire, and that's it.
Fan Wendou followed Halbara back to aid Mongolia, and used several tricks to almost let Lu Hanqiang fall to death, after chasing Lu Hanqiang, he saw that Lu Hanqiang had less than 5,000 men left, but Halbara gathered 150,000 tribes of almost all the steppes, with a sea of blood and hatred, surrounded him.
At that time, I felt deep sorrow for Lu Hanqiang for staying in the enemy territory for three days stupidly, and I felt deep sorrow for Lu Hanqiang at that time.
But when Lu Hanqiang suddenly put on an even more stupid long snake formation, when Fan Wendou was laughing at him for dying, a huge and inexplicable uneasiness rose in his heart, why was he uneasy, he didn't know, he just felt that as a future hero, how could he give up so willingly But when he saw countless hares and pheasants and yellow sheep suddenly popping out in front of Lu Hanqiang, and there were already many animals whose names he didn't know, Fan Wendou's face turned pale and miserable, because animals are far more sensitive to fire than people, and when he looked at Harbara and all the tribal people at this time, he saw endless despair on their faces.
At this time, when a flame began to leap and scream, he heard Halbara scream with his hands to the sky: "Immortal Heaven, please curse this demon that destroys the grassland, destroys our tribe, and destroys all living beings." ” He knew that a fire that had not existed in ancient times was ignited by Lu Hanqiang when the north wind was howling, when the grass was dry and thick.
Screams and fear are useless, everyone knows that when the grassland fire burns, as long as you rush towards the line of fire, it is equivalent to survival.
So, all the tribal people, 50,000 Mongolian elites swarmed, desperately rushing to the line of fire, Fan Wendou was no exception, he took his five personal servants, and along with everyone, rushed to the line of fire.
The fire was merciless, raging in the thick withered grass, and it only took one whirlwind to lift countless fires and throw them far away, and then there was another fire, and the blazing fire generated countless fiery whirlwinds, and wherever the whirlwind went, the flames were even more pervasive.
Rushing, rushing over, stepping on countless suffocating human bodies, rushing through the billowing smoke and flames, when the burned Fan Wendou luckily rushed out of the sea of fire, he desperately saw that five hundred steps ahead, another line of fire was ignited, and the huge flames, billowing smoke, like hellfire, were approaching again.
Harbara, who had been burned like smoked chicken, screamed and continued to rush towards the line of fire with less than half of the crowd.
Fan Wendou also followed and rushed forward, the hair on his war horse had been burned, and the fur on his body was also ignited, so he threw it away and rushed over.
When his hair and eyebrows had been burned away, and his five personal servants had all been wiped out, he was lucky enough to rush through the sea of fire again, but what was waiting for him was still a raging flame rushing with the north wind.
At this time, he saw that Halbara had lost his human form, and his face was charred, revealing the molars behind him.
But an indomitable spirit still sustained Harbara and the rest of the tribe to continue to rush to the new line of fire.
At this time, Fan Wendou, who had been burned in the ninth degree, climbed down the collapsed war horse, drew his sword, and desperately dug on the ground, digging frantically, when a deep pit that could barely bury himself was dug, he immediately lay down in it, pulled over the two corpses that had been burned, covered them, and then a heat wave that could melt gold and iron flew by.
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When Fan Wendou felt safe and pushed away the almost carbonized corpse on his body and looked at the grassland, there was no living creature except for a black expanse spreading to the sky, and in the south, orange flames and black smoke had already covered the entire sky and earth. t1706231537: