Chapter Thirty-Four: Night Battle

  Mook was commanding his soldiers to shout and yell, when he suddenly discovered that the lights in the southern army camp were extinguished one by one. Mook hastily restrained his soldiers and retreated a hundred paces, waiting quietly for changes.

  Although there were no more torches in the southern army camp, Mu Ke could see many flags swirling and moving under the moonlight. He took a deep breath, and his sweat only allowed him to implement the plan of disturbing the enemy, but now it seemed that the opponent was going to fight with all their might, which far exceeded expectations.

  "Someone come! Hurry back and report to the Khan, the southerners are going to fight, go quickly!!" Mu Ke turned around and gave the order.

  After receiving the report, Jamukha was so excited that he jumped up from the ground. Although Jamukha was a tribal leader, in the extreme scarcity of military resources, he could only spread a layer of animal hide on the ground and sleep on it. However, at this moment, his depression had been replaced by excitement. Are they crazy? How dare they fight a night battle with my grassland warriors?! A phrase emerged in Jamukha's mind: Heaven can be opposed, but one's own evil deeds cannot be escaped!

  When all the officers under him came to the commander's tent, Jamukha's emotions stabilized a lot. This was a good opportunity that could not be missed, but he had to guard against the other side playing tricks!

  Chahar.

  "Great, thanks."

  "Give you three hundred men, scout around my camp, beware of the southerners stealing our camp!"

  "Roger that, sweating bullets."

  "Everyone follow me!" Jamukha rushed out of the tent like a whirlwind, mounted his horse, and the generals followed closely behind. Nearly five hundred cavalrymen swarmed towards the southern camp, this was all the strength that Jamukha had.

  Zha Muhe saw the fluttering flags in Nanying from afar, and occasionally heard a few whistles. Could it be that they really wanted to go out to battle? Heaven help me!

  "Good job, Muqie!" Jamukha shouted loudly. He didn't know what method Muqie used to stir up the anger of the southern camp, but he saw the effect, a very good effect!

  "Thanks... thanks for the compliment." Muk was flattered and felt a little dizzy.

  The vanguard light cavalry of the Flying Eagle tribe were quietly waiting for the Southern Army to come out, except for the occasional excited snorting of the war horses, the formation was extremely quiet. Jamukha looked forward with full confidence, his requirements were not high, as long as he could defeat the enemy's cavalry, then the enemy's infantry would be like meat on a chopping board, and they would definitely not escape being devoured!

  Time passed bit by bit, and many bits combined to become a long time. Zha Mu furrowed his brow, just about to speak when he suddenly discovered that the other party's camp gate was slowly opening.

  "Here!" Zhā Mù Hé took a deep breath, removed the iron arm guard from his shoulder, and the light cavalry guards also removed their own bows. Their movements were neat and uniform, with a strong killing intent, it seemed that their training was much stronger than Du Bing's cavalry team.

  Time was slowly slipping away, and the scene of the Southern Army swarming out that Zhamuhe had imagined never appeared. Not to mention the warriors of the Flying Eagle tribe, even the normally calm Zhamuhe was getting a bit impatient. He slowly urged his warhorse forward, pressing on.

  Who would have thought that just as their troops were about to move, a scene that left Zhamuhe stunned appeared. The gate of the southern camp was slowly closing... This... this... what kind of ghost is this?

  "Mu Ke, tell me about the situation at that time. Why did they come out to fight?" Zhamu He felt a little uneasy.

  "Great sweat, I...I don't know why either. I followed your orders and continued to harass the camp, but they suddenly extinguished their torches. I felt something was off, so I immediately sent someone back to report to you." Mu Ke replied somewhat timidly.

  "Not good! The main camp!" Jamukha spun around, looking back, his camp was still quiet, no... According to reason, if the southern camp did this, their goal should be to attack his own camp? Why is there still no movement?

  "Detu, you take a hundred men back." Jamukha was still somewhat uneasy. Although he had sent away another hundred men, his remaining forces were less than five hundred, but he was confident that with these five hundred men, he could hold out against the enemy without suffering any losses until his reinforcements arrived, and then it would be time to turn defeat into victory!

  "Yes sir, it's a big sweat." Tuo Tuo Er waved his hand and divided out a hundred-man team to return to the main camp.

  Nanying was still quiet, Zhamuhe felt a bit annoyed, his palms sweating while holding the iron arm guard, if he had heard Qianbuli's speech, who knows what kind of state he would be in.

  "Brothers, isn't patrolling at night hard work?" Qian Budui started by saying.

  "No hardship!" they chorused in unison.

  "Hmm... Don't lie! I think you guys are still quite struggling, huh!" Qian Buli pulled out a 'fragrant fan' from his waist and fanned it a few times: "What do you think? Should I call up those idiots who want to eat us and have them play a little game with everyone?"

  The soldiers on night patrol burst out laughing, and one of them with a big mouth shouted: "Sir, can you still command the enemy to listen to your orders?"

  "A true general must not only be good at commanding his own troops, but also learn how to command the enemy." Qian Bu Li smiled: "When you become generals, you will understand. Eh? Wang Rui, what are you doing?"

  Wang Rui didn't know where he got a charcoal pen from, and was intently writing something in a small notebook. When Qian Buduan asked him a question, he hastily hid his hand behind his back and dryly laughed: "No... nothing, sir."

  Money didn't leave, with a smile that wasn't quite a smile, looked at Wang Rui: "Kid, listen up, the things written on paper are dead, only those remembered in your heart are alive!"

  Wang Rui bowed his head respectfully: "Thank you, sir, for your teachings."

  If Zhamuhe could hear these conversations, he would have taken his men back to rest long ago. Unfortunately, he knew nothing and was naturally suspicious. Moreover, he was eager for the Southern Army to come out of their camp and engage in a night battle with them. All this shaped Zhamuhe into someone who neither advanced nor retreated.

  When the gate of Nanying opened again, Jamukha finally couldn't bear it: "Khuchu, take a hundred-man team to charge and remember not to get too close. I want you to lure them out."

  "Got it, big brother." Zhan Huan urged his war horse on, leading a hundred-man team to gallop out. Even Zhanao couldn't help but feel impatient. It's easy to imagine what state of mind Zhan Huan was in as his war horse charged straight at the gate of the southern camp.