[Chapter 295] What tricks are the Tartars playing?

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"Master Qianhu!"

Officers at all levels of the White Army saluted and greeted each other.

Xu Xingxia jumped off the horse's back, raised her hand to return the greeting, and pointed outside and said, "Don't worry, those Tartars have different expressions. They probably have taken drugs."

"Take drugs?" Obviously, Chi Hu and Zhang Quanfu didn't understand what the word meant.

"It's... after eating something, my nerves are not normal." Xu Xingxia could only explain this. In fact, Xu Xingxia could not determine whether the Tartars were taking drugs. However, the Tartars' mental state was obviously abnormal. Xu Xingxia noticed this just now on the horse's back. These Tartars are not afraid of death! There are not none of them. However, it is certain that not every Tartar is not afraid of death.

Since this is impossible under normal circumstances, we can only consider it from the abnormal situation. Either these Tartars are all backbone elements of a certain kind of religious belief. Or they have taken certain special drugs. Except for some special beliefs, or some special drugs, no other way can make a group fall into frenzy. A collective frenzy will lose consciousness, which is a very strange thing in itself.

According to Wang Qinian's information, in the prairie or among the Tatars, it seems that the belief of a certain religion is not particularly powerful. Although there are certain believers, the number is not particularly large, and its status among the Tatars is not particularly high. Originally, the Tatars and the Ottoman Empire were opposed to each other and broke each other, so it is naturally impossible to allow the free spread of Meccaism. If the Meccaism is allowed to spread freely, it is to destroy the Tatars' own stage.

However, relatively mild Buddhism and the original shamanism have a relatively high status among the Tatars. Especially Buddhism has expanded rapidly in recent years, and many senior nomadic leaders have begun to believe in Buddhism, which is also a new trend in the prairie. On that day, the Buddhism mentioned here is basically Tibetan Buddhism, commonly known as Lamaism.

For Xu Xingxia, the Tatars and *** people believe in Buddhism, no matter which kind of Buddha it is, it is definitely a good thing. This good thing does not mean that those who believe in Buddhism will become compassionate, gentle, and lack aggressiveness, but that those who believe in Buddhism will waste a lot of money. To put it brutally, Buddhism is actually a parasite, which will erode the body of the power of its own. Building temples and donating merits can all be used to spend all the savings of the princes and princes, causing them to lose the potential to start a war. The powerful Tubo in the past declined like this.

Compared with Buddhism, the primitive native shamanisms, immortality and the like on the grassland are more aggressive. These primitive religious beliefs are vague and mysterious, and at some point they always play some unimaginable roles. Shamanism appeared in the Eastern Han Dynasty, and by the end of the Ming Dynasty, it had existed for more than 1,400 years. No matter how the storm changes or how the city walls change, the shamanism has always stood firm and has always had a large number of believers, which shows how tenacious its vitality is.

In fact, some later studies have shown that the Tatar witch doctors, that is, the shaman sacrifices they believe in, have indeed mastered the production of some psychedelic drugs. These drugs mixed with alcohol can produce strong psychedelic effects. At some point, these psychedelic drugs will be used as aphrodisiac by the Tatars and the powerful people of the ***. It is said that the effect is very good, and they can control the number of women at night and keep the golden spear falling.

The cavalry of some nomadic peoples is not so afraid of death. Many times, they are stimulated by alcohol. Strictly speaking, strong alcohol itself is a hallucinogen. The higher the concentration of alcohol, the stronger the hallucinogenic effect. People who drink high are always particularly brave when they rush to kill. If their war horses drink a little bit of strong alcohol, it would be even more amazing. On the battlefield, they will definitely be 70 yards that cannot be stopped.

In fact, the Han army often relied on strong liquor to stimulate courage. Before the war started, the method of drinking strong liquor was found in the Qin army. In every dynasty since then, whenever the war began, the officers and soldiers of the army had to drink some pain and then go to battle to kill the enemy. Rather than being heroic and unrestrained, it was better to use the stimulating effect of alcohol to make people become more brave and more fearless. This would have a greater chance of winning.

Of course, the Tartars in front of them are definitely not as simple as drunk. No matter how strong the alcoholism is, they are almost awake from the Hellejin tribe to Zhenyuan Pass. People who have just woken up happen to be the weakest and have almost no decent combat power. Ordinary strong men can go up and chop them up with a knife. I guess the Tartars will not do such stupid things. As for what they drank, Xu Xingxia was too lazy to pursue them. Anyway, no matter what they drank, the only ones waiting for them were the guns and cannons of the White Army.

"Kill! No one left!" Xu Xingxia's order was very simple and very clear.

He was disturbed by the New Year's Eve dinner, but he was actually full of fire. Of course, he would not have any affection for these "unaware of politeness" Tartars. If he had the chance, he would chop them all up and throw them into Helan Mountain to feed the wild wolves. Inspired by Xu Xingxia's orders, the guns and cannons of the White Army became even more fierce.

"Boom!"

"Bang bang bang!"

A team of thousands of Tartars was obviously not enough to watch in front of the White Army. Half an hour later, the battle was basically over. The remaining Tartars were finally willing to retreat. No matter how powerful the hallucinogen was, they could not stop the fear of death. Under the roar of the White Army's guns, the effect of the hallucinogen was quickly dissipating. When they realized that the God of Death was wandering above their heads, the remaining Tartars almost screamed and fled.

The sound of gunfire gradually stopped. On the Gobi Desert in front of the White-Clothed Army's defense line, about five or six hundred Tartars' corpses, and a large number of dead and injured war horses were left. This dry land was soaked in blood again. Many depressions had formed blood ponds. Some of the wounded Tartar soldiers struggled in the pool of blood, making sad harsh gazes from time to time, and could die at any time. The injured war horses kept making waves of pain, constantly hitting everyone's nerves.

However, the tense nerves of the white-clothed army never relaxed. The musketeers were still staring outside with great vigilance and could shoot at any time. They all believed that the one who was defeated just now was the vanguard troops of the Tartars. Behind them, there should be a large Tartar troops, and the more intense battles must be still behind.

However, strangely, when waiting around, there was no large number of Tartar troops appear. The scouts of the White-clothed Army had reached the end of their sight, but still no new Tartars came. If the Tartars had any conspiracy, it seemed that they were not like it. How could there be a conspiracy that sacrificed hundreds of people? Hundreds of cavalry were also a heavy loss for the nomadic people. Ordinary Tatar tribes could not afford such losses. What tricks were the Tartars playing?

Gao Meng whispered: "Master Qianhu, can I go out and have a look?"

Xu Xingxia nodded and said in a deep voice: "Okay! Be careful! Pay attention to the scout's alarm. If you find something wrong, come back immediately!"

Soon, Gao Meng took his team of more than 100 people out to the battlefield outside and searched carefully. They divided into three groups and searched back and forth. Their purpose was to catch a few Tartars' tongues and ask in detail what was going on. If the Tartars' large army was behind, how many people were there, and where were they currently.

When they went out, the battlefield outside was naturally in chaos. Dead people and dead horses were everywhere, and blood seemed to flood their knees. In some places, if they stepped on them, they would be a deep pit. They were searching for the wounded Tartars in the pile of dead people. The non-dead Tartars were arrested and interrogated for information. Unfortunately, these Tartars were all drowsy and felt like they were deeply drunk and could not ask for any information.

Zhang Quanfu said with some concern: "Master Qianhu, will the Tartars come from other mountain passes on Helan Mountain? Build a plank road openly and cross Chencang secretly?"

Xu Xingxia said calmly: "Waiting for the information of the Eagle Cavalry."

At all the relevant passes in Helan Mountain, there are scattered soldiers of the Eagle Cavalry on alert. If the Tartars enter other passes in Helan Mountain, they will definitely be alerted. Strangely, no one has come to report it since the outbreak of the battle. There are only two possibilities. One is that no Tartars appear. The other is that the Eagle Cavalry was killed by the Tartars. After thinking about it, the possibility of the second one is not very high.

"Minghao! Send a few people to contact the Diaoqi Army!" Xu Xingxia calmly ordered.

"As for the order!" Minghao hurriedly agreed and sent someone. As a result, there was a scout soon reward, saying that it was the Diaoqi army that no trace of the Tatars had been found. The passes and passes of Helan Mountain are currently firmly in the hands of the White-clothed Army. The scattered soldiers of the Diaoqi army hoped that the Tartars would appear so that they could show their long-distance precision shooting skills. Unfortunately, the Tartars never appeared. Their hope was dashed.

Xu Xingxia could only conclude that this was the Tartars of the Eridun tribe who acted privately. Perhaps, the Tartars of the Eridun tribe had never been attacked by the White-clothed Army before, so they would have acted recklessly, thinking that by dispatching a thousand-man team, they could break through the defense line of the White-clothed Army and break into Ningxia Town. By the way, this idea is quite tempting.

At this moment, Gao Meng came back happily and shouted: "Master Qianhu, we have captured the commander of the Tartars! He is still alive!"

Xu Xingxia was immediately overjoyed and hurriedly shouted: "Bring him here!"
Chapter completed!