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Chapter 603

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On this restricted terrain and on the long and narrow road, the power of the cavalry could not be exerted at all.

The Ming Army only needed to face the frontal attack of a dozen cavalrymen at the same time. As long as they set up a battle formation, the impact of the cavalry would be greatly limited. It was not as practical as fighting on horseback.

However, when fighting on horseback, they had to face the intense shooting of guns and crossbows of the Ming Army. In particular, the guns that were once despised by the grassland people were now so accurate and powerful. It was very common for a shot to break an arm or a leg.

It was different from an arrow wound. As long as the arrow did not hit a vital part, it could be taken out. Unless it was poisoned, it would not cause death. However, gunshot wounds were different. Even if the bullets in the legs, arms, and chests of the soldiers were taken out, the bleeding could not be stopped. They would bleed to death in a few hours.

Gunshot wounds were the injuries that the grassland people could do nothing about. As long as they were shot, they would basically die unless the injured limbs were cut off. However, the grassland people relied on their strong bodies to survive. If their limbs were injured, they could not ride horses or fight. What was the point of living?

Although only a few hundred people had died in the battle over the past few days, more than a thousand people had lost their ability to fight. The number of the Ming army kept increasing, but he was short of food and clothing. If this continued, he would lose all his ability to fight. This was something that Lalike knew very well.

After searching for a long time, he could not find Liu Xi. Tulike began to regain his senses bit by bit. In addition, people around him kept telling him that the Han was a very cunning Han. He must have an ulterior motive to lure them to this place.

Therefore, he began to suspect that every step he took was designed. From capturing Taiyuan to escaping to the south, it was basically Liu Xi who urged him to do it. However, Liu Xi had disappeared and left him in Hot Spring Town. Hot Spring Town was blocked by the Ming Army. The terrain and roads were very restrictive to the cavalry. What did this mean?

He had been tricked.

He had been used as a gun.

Tulike did not know the specific purpose, but he had this intuition. He thought he had used Liu Xi, but in the end, it seemed that he was the one being used. He used the fifty thousand cavalrymen to break through Datong and Shanxi and obtained a huge amount of wealth. However, at the same time!

Only ten thousand of the fifty thousand cavalrymen were left. The rest were all killed by the Ming Army.

Only then did he realize something.

While he was continuously gaining victories and wealth, he was walking toward a dead end step by step. It was as if Liu Xi had set up this dead end for him from the very beginning, letting him sink little by little without realizing it. By the time he realized it, he had already been surrounded by tens of thousands of Ming Army.

He had already fallen into a dead end!

He had become a very pitiful person, a very pitiful person who was about to die!

The aroma wafting everywhere in the town seemed to be mocking him. As he breathed in the tempting aroma, he could feel the anger in his heart constantly rising, as if it wanted to swallow him whole.

The Ming Army was using this method to demonstrate their strength and sufficient supplies. They were using this method to demonstrate to him and tell him that they still had great strength. However, he couldn't even let his subordinates have a full meal. Under such circumstances, the morale would be severely affected.

Although La Like's brain was not sharp, he still had the most basic common sense of war.

At the moment, he could even imagine how his subordinates were shaken, how depressed they were, and how weak they were when they fought. However, the Ming Army on the opposite side was full of vigor, and how brave and skillful they were in fighting. They had defeated his soldiers in one move.

For many years, the difference between the strong and the weak had been reversed in an instant. It might have started from this meal in the army.

This subtle contrast made La Like feel terrified.

He began to realize that if he didn't make some decisions, he and his soldiers would pay with their lives here.

An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth was a simple and ancient concept of law. In the nomadic tribes without written laws, this was the truth. La Like knew that if he fell into the hands of the Han people, he would definitely not have a good ending. Based on the Ming government's hatred for the nomadic tribes and their uncompromising attitude, he would definitely die.

Rather than dying dispiritedly after losing his fighting strength and will to fight, it was better to fight with his life while he still had strength. Perhaps he could still have a chance of survival.

La Like decided to fight with his life and try his luck. At least, he couldn't die like this.

The longer it dragged on, the more disadvantageous it would be for him. He made a prompt decision and called all his trusted subordinates.

"Kill all the horses that are injured, weak, and look weak. Leave only the strong horses for the strong soldiers to ride. Abandon all the injured, sick, and weak soldiers. Ignore them. We will only take the most elite soldiers to break out of the encirclement! We will take the road in the north and kill our way back! "

La Like gave the cruelest, most heartless, and most helpless decision.

His trusted subordinates looked at each other. They all showed puzzled and hesitant expressions.

"Your Majesty, have we really reached this stage?"

A subordinate cautiously asked.

"If we didn't reach this stage, would I give such an order? Those warriors are also This King's people! They are not dead! If we didn't reach this stage, how could I be willing to give such an order!? "

La Like showed a sorrowful expression. "If we don't do this, we will all die here, including me. None of us will survive. We will definitely be killed by the Han people. We can only ride the strongest horses and fight our way out of the encirclement with the strongest soldiers. Otherwise, we won't even have a chance to survive."

The generals all revealed a sorrowful expression.

This kind of thing was not rare for the people of the grassland. The tradition of the strong and the weak was deeply rooted in the grassland. This was a tradition caused by the lack of means of production on the grassland. It was a tragedy that the weak nomadic economy could not solve.

Only the strongest would be able to survive, unlike the Han who treated the elderly as their wealth.

This was a kind of helplessness in survival, and it also shaped the fierce character of the grassland people. Now, it also gave them the courage and belief to fight with their lives on the line. They would fight their way out of the encirclement with this belief, return to their hometown, and start again.

What they did not lack the most was the courage to start again.

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