These Tatar Raiders were gathered by the largest number of gangs on the prairie.


    In Chechen, the Tatar Raiders in the small battle that they had witnessed to completely annihilate the patrols of the Crimean Khanate were really interested in Chechen, but they gave up temporarily because the enemy was strong and I was weak at that time. However, they told other Tatar Raiders active nearby that the mercenary regiment was a "fat sheep", and several larger gangs took the mercenary regiment''s property together.


    The leader who commanded the 1000 Tatar Raiders was called Nahai. According to his own claim, his ancestor was Nahai Khan, the nephew and grandson of bieergo. The Nahai Khan commanded a 10000 man team during the "eldest son''s western expedition". His legion was composed of Manjit and nogai people living in the Ural River. Due to his outstanding military achievements, after the "eldest son''s western expedition", the Khan of the golden tent Khanate allowed him to establish the nogai Khanate.


    If this relationship is considered, he is still related to the gleys. But no one took his words seriously. There are not 10000 or 8000 Tatars claiming to be descendants of the golden family on the grassland. Each takes his own name as a Mongolian hero such as Badu, Nahai and Haidu.


    The reason why Nahai really becomes the leader of these gangs is his superb martial arts. The sea can bow from left to right, shoot down the eagle in the sky, or ride on a horse for three days and nights. These outstanding skills make him a hero respected by herdsmen on the grassland.


    What is more rare is that the sea is a natural soldier. His innate battlefield judgment was once his own gangs, which escaped the siege laid by Crimean Khan and his lords several times.


    So this time, when the little Gang met the "big fat sheep" that they couldn''t eat alone, everyone publicly recommended that Haicheng was the head wolf of the hunt.


    But this time, the sea, which should have been a wolf, felt like prey. So when the caravan cavalry who delayed their advance climbed up the hill, the sea crossed and ordered to stop the pursuit.


    More than a thousand Tatar Raiders stopped more than 500 meters from the hill. In such a short distance, the grassland horse can rush up after passing the breath when running at full speed.


    But the sea dare not. In his eyes, it was not a readily available delicacy, but a giant beast that ate people. The hill is like the teeth of a giant beast.


    "The sea, what are you waiting for? If we don''t chase it, the fat sheep will run away." a short Tatar Raider rode his horse to the sea and shouted to him. There was a faint reproach in the voice. This Tatar, named hassar, is the leader of another large number of gangs. Hassael has not dealt with the sea all the time. This time, he just came together because of common interests.


    "Hazar, don''t you think this fat sheep is strange this time?" the sea stared at hazar with black eyes and shouted in a low voice.


    "What''s strange? Why didn''t I see it? I think only you coward can see it?"


    Hassel said and laughed. But no one laughed with him. The prestige of the sea among Tatar Raiders was much higher than him.


    Hassel shut his mouth in a dull way.


    "Don''t you think it''s strange that the caravan escaped here after discovering us, instead of running along the road or guarding the coast where the terrain is more conducive to defense?" the sea said the strangeness he noticed.


    "What''s strange?" Hassel said carelessly, "you haven''t met many of our panicked caravans."


    "What about the caravan cavalry that blocked us? Have you ever seen such elite caravan cavalry? They fought and walked and attracted us to this place. Have they ever killed or injured a person along the way? Their horses run faster than ours. Is this what ordinary caravans can have?"


    The sea raised all kinds of strange things, and those other gang leaders are really suspicious when they think back now.


    "Hassar, that sea is right," said the oldest a Shan leader of the gang to hassar.


    Other leaders also nodded yes.


    Hassel was not a mindless fellow. He also noticed the strangeness after the mention of the sea.


    Just then, a leader who had been staring at the hill shouted, "look, smoke."


    The leaders looked to the hill. Yellow smoke rises behind the hills - it is the smoke produced by a large number of carriages and people when they run fast.


    Seeing the smoke rising in the air, he thought that the meat in his mouth would fly like this, and hassar''s greed overshadowed his reason.


    "Look! There''s no trap behind that. They''re running away, running away!"


    The other leaders looked at the sea again, but this time, some leaders'' eyes were wavering, and their hearts had recognized hassar''s judgment.


    "No, Hassal, don''t be blinded by greed. They are not running away, but enticing us to pursue. Hassal, Genghis Khan once said: be as deep and careful as a male wolf in the bright day! Be as patient as a crow in the dark night."


    The sea tried to persuade him, but Hazael couldn''t hear it. As soon as he turned his horse''s head, he was ready to lead his brothers to pursue.


    The sea stopped hazar one step ahead. His eyes were sharp and uncompromising.


    Hassar pulled out the tartar machete and tried to cut the sea.


    The sea was still.


    Just as the sword was drawn, the oldest old man Ashan waved his whip and knocked down hassar''s Tatar machete.


    Old man Ashan said, "hassar, since we have appointed Nahai as the leader of our operation, we should obey his orders. Are you still a grassland warrior with promise? Put the knife away, and we Tatars will never aim the knife at our compatriots."


    Hassar and Ashan come from the same tribe. He grew up under the watch of Ashan. When Ashan said this, Hazael put away his knife with hatred.


    The Tatar Raiders of more than a thousand people divided into several groups and dispersed in different directions.


    They terminated the operation at the order of the sea.


    On the hillside on the back of the hill, nearly 100 long spearmen lined up; Twenty steps away from them, there were hundreds of muskets pointing straight ahead; On both sides of the phalanx were two hundred Hessian cavalry.


    If hazare had not listened to his advice, he would now have hit his head into the death trap.


    After seeing the Tatar Raiders retreat, Christina sighed: "unfortunately, I thought it would make them lose their sense to pursue by raising smoke and dust."


    "Although I didn''t let you show your military talent, it''s always good not to fight." Chechen comforted Christina.


    After that, the mercenary regiment reorganized and continued to move towards Ackerman.