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North bank of Jinhe River.

Beidi soldiers are crossing the river. They are not using boats or rafts, but a special river-crossing tool - a sheepskin raft.

After ordering Xiliang to send the third prince back, they started making sheepskin rafts.

The purpose was to cross the Jinhe River from the Hetao Plain and go south, to attack the Dasong Northern Expeditionary Army by surprise.

They did not build warships because they were worried that their plan to go south would be discovered by Da Song's spies.

Rafts were not used temporarily because rafts could not carry heavy objects, such as artillery.

The sheepskin raft is not easily discovered by the enemy and can carry heavy loads.

This kind of raft has existed since ancient times, and the manufacturing process requires a high level of craftsmanship.

A whole piece of sheepskin must be cut perfectly without any damage.

Afterwards, the sheepskin is dehaired, air is blown to expand the skin, then a small amount of clear oil, salt and water are poured in, the head, tail and limbs of the skin are tied tightly, and left to dry for a period of time.

The last step is to use hemp rope to trap the wood on the sheepskin body.

Previously, the Jin River was guarded by the Ma family navy. Fighting with such a raft against a warship was tantamount to courting death.

But now, they don't have to worry about anything but crossing the river.

But even so, facing the Jin River's width of three to four miles and the rapid water, it was still difficult for them to cross the river.

And this is the narrowest part of the Jinhe River in Yongzhou.

At the moment, they have one hundred sheepskin rafts.

The smallest sheepskin raft is made of forty sheepskins and can carry twenty people at a time.

The largest sheepskin raft has 600 sheepskins and can carry 200 people, six artillery pieces, or 80 war horses at a time, weighing about 30,000 kilograms.

However, it is still a medium-sized sheepskin raft composed of a hundred sheepskins at most.

Even so, in order to make these sheepskin rafts, they slaughtered 80,000 to 90,000 sheep.

After all, the skin is not completely cut off like this on the grassland.

But even so, nearly half of the 70,000 to 90,000 sheep failed to be skinned.

This is why they ended up with only a hundred and a few sheepskin rafts.

If there are more, the grassland will not be able to bear it.

After all, cattle and sheep are precious assets of the grassland people.

"Plop!" A loud sound of heavy objects falling into the water suddenly came from the busy river.

Iron Wood Tower has been supervising the soldiers crossing the river.

He turned around and saw a sheepskin raft composed of three hundred sheepskins spread out.

Sheepskins flowed on the murky river.

He remembered that the sheepskin raft had a cannon and fifty soldiers.

"Damn it!" Temuta yelled, "Kill all the slaves who inspected this sheepskin raft."

In order to ensure the safety of the artillery, the sheepskin raft must be checked every time it comes back from crossing the river. If there is no problem, it will continue to carry the load.

Now an artillery piece fell into the Jin River, the sheepskin raft was broken, fifty soldiers were swallowed by the river, and his heart was bleeding.

Even if all the sheepskin rafts are busy, less than 20,000 Beidi soldiers can reach the opposite side every day.

The sheepskin raft was damaged, and their speed of passing the troops had to be slowed down, not to mention they still had a lot of baggage.

Once delayed, it will affect their plan to encircle the Dasong Northern Expeditionary Army with Xiliang.

After receiving his order, a general rode away, and soon several screams were heard.

Tiemuta was still angry when a cavalryman came to him and said, "Temuta, your Majesty, the Khan has summoned you."

Nodding, Temutalema turned back and came to the golden tent on the river bank.

"How many troops have we fought now?" Muller Hongzhen leaned on his chair with a lazy expression.

"Going back to Khan, since the last time someone came to inquire from Xiancheng, there have been 30,000 soldiers, 80 artillery pieces, and 3,000 war horses. Now there are 130,000 soldiers, 50,000 war horses, and 196 war horses on the south bank. Artillery." Temuta said.

Mullahon frowned.

The Beidi army that crossed the river and went south to Weicheng this time totaled 300,000 people.

It was barely halfway through.

He said: "It's too slow. From today on, we can cross the river day and night, and the sheepskin raft can carry as many people as it can, as long as it doesn't sink to the bottom."

"It's just that, I'm afraid many soldiers will drown." Tiemuta was a little worried.

"How can a woman be kind when marching and fighting? If we can wipe out the Dasong Northern Expeditionary Army in one fell swoop this time, drowning a few people will be nothing." Mule Hongzhen said angrily.

"Yes, Father Khan!" Temuta lowered his head in training.

Changing to a half-lying position, he added: "Immediately send someone to tell Ulanba that he can lead the Goryeo navy south. Then I will want to see whether King Yan saves Yanzhou or him. Father."

It takes about ten days to travel non-stop from here to Goryeo.

By then most of the soldiers and horses in Beidi had almost crossed the river.

This war can really begin, and they will destroy the Dasong Northern Expedition in the west.

Ulanba destroyed King Yan in the east!

Then, he ordered a royal tent at the foot of Yin Mountain to set off and detour to Xiliang from Xiaoguan.

In this way, a pincer attack from the north and the south will become possible.

"Emperor Dasong, let us see whose sword is sharper this time." Mule Hongzhen looked towards the south and sneered again and again.

…

North of Yanshan Mountain.

Enke escaped for a day and a night and returned to the grassland where the Black Iron King's tent was located.

At this time, there were only 3,000 men left around him. The remaining soldiers and horses were either dead, escaped, or failed to follow.

"ah……"

Looking back at Yanshan Road, Enke clenched his fists with all his strength and let out a shrill scream.

At this moment, he finally understood that his father was not not brave, but just like the tragic defeat he suffered at Qingfengkou, he was just unwilling to be defeated at the hands of King Yan.

To every Beidi person, Beidi people are wolves, while Dasong people are sheep.

Beidi has been full of contempt for Dasong for a long time. He regards Dasong as a piece of fat that will be swallowed in his mouth sooner or later.

But now, this group of sheep was defeated under the leadership of King Yan.

A wolf was defeated by a sheep. Even the words "shameful and humiliating" could not describe his current mood.

"Your Majesty, what should we do now!" Gordan and the other two wolves turned their attention to Enke.

They had never seen a look of panic on Enke's face, but this time they did.

"The invasion of Yan County is a fatal order given to us by the Khan. Even if there is only one person left in the Black Iron King's tent, we must continue to the end." Enke's eyes suddenly became firm again.

After a pause, he continued: "Even if we can't attack Yan County, even if we give a life for a life, we will continue to kill King Yan's soldiers. King Yan only has 120,000 soldiers. If you die more, there will be fewer. Wu King Lamba has a better chance of winning."

"Yes, Your Majesty!" Gordan and others said.

Enke nodded, "I'll give you three days to rest. After three days, attack Qingfengkou again."

Everyone agreed.

Gordan and others escorted Enke back to the king's tent, and then they divided into several groups and went back to their tribes to rest. Gordan led his tribe's 500 cavalry directly to his tribe.

Gradually entering the depths of the grassland, when passing by a small tribe's pasture, he suddenly saw faint green smoke floating not far away. Feeling a little strange, he said: "You guys go over and take a look."

The three cavalrymen left in response. After a while, the three cavalrymen returned in horror. One cavalryman said: "Master Langlu, the people of the Keqin tribe are all dead, their cattle and sheep are gone, and all the camps are burned down!"

"What!" Gordan was shocked when he heard this, and he immediately rode towards the Keqin tribe.

When he got closer, he saw a horrific scene that he had never seen in his life. At this moment, all the Keqin tribe's tents were burned, and charred corpses could be seen among the black ashes.

"Who did this! Who did this?" Gordan shouted like a madman.

This kind of scene is not unfamiliar to him. During autumn hunting, they often kill all the villagers in Yanjun Village and then set their huts on fire.

Every time they do this, they feel the blood in their bodies burning and the wildness inside them boiling.

But now, what they saw were the Beidi people of their own tribe, and they suddenly felt as if they had fallen into a thousand-year cold pool.

"Meet our tribe immediately." Gordan vented for a while, then suddenly thought of something, and the hairs on his body stood up.

He was about to lead his troops to continue heading north when he suddenly saw Langlu Midai galloping towards them with the tribe's cavalry.

Mi Dai, with scarlet eyes, came to face Gordan and said to him: "Gordan, my tribe is finished, and all my wives are dead! Our Black Iron King's account is finished."

When Gordan heard this, he felt as if he had been hit hard.

He felt as if his body had turned to stone, and a bad premonition swept through his mind.