【Chapter 537】When I woke up, it was dusk

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To be honest, before that, the senior executives of the White Army did not sleep well. How could they sleep well if they were not at ease? This time, the White Army faced the joint attack between Mo Rigen and Lin Danhan. This was definitely not a joke. A slight mistake in the middle may lead to endless consequences. Fortunately, now, they finally felt relieved and could have a good sleep peacefully. The sky cannot fall.

This battle severely hit the morale of the Tatars, and the subsequent battle will be easier to deal with. To a large extent, combat effectiveness is based on morale. An army without morale is not worth fearing at all. Even if it has a large number of people. For example, the Ming army and Ming army are often tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands, but no one is afraid of it. There is no other reason, because it has no morale and no combat power at all.

If the morale of the Tatars when they went south was 100, they should have dropped to about 80 after being hit by Gulang City. After being forced to cross the Tengger Desert, the morale of the Tatars was estimated to be only about 70. Now, after suffering such a heavy blow, the morale of the Tatars is estimated to be only about 50. Obviously, such a low morale will greatly reduce the combat effectiveness of the Tatars. Even with the advantage of numbers, it will be increasingly difficult for the Tatars to defeat the White Army.

For the White Army, the victory of this battle was the most difficult level. This level was the confidence level. The biggest problem of the White Army before was that it was not very confident in defeating the Tatars. Not only were the grassroots soldiers not very confident, but even the middle-level officers lacked enough confidence. Most people think that it would be very difficult for the White Army to independently fight against the two giants Morigen and Lin Danhan. They may even be defeated.

Through this battle, the soldiers of the White-Clothed Army all established confidence in defeating the enemy. Through the battle, they all deeply understood that the Tatars were actually nothing extraordinary. They all carried one head on both shoulders, and the White-Clothed Army could kill thousands of them at will. In hand-to-hand combat, the White-Clothed Army could even kill the Tatars face to face. This was very beneficial to the explosion of combat effectiveness of grassroots soldiers.

From a strategic perspective, the White Army is also in a very favorable position. Isn’t you Morigen attacking the Bayannur grassland? OK, I won’t stop you. I will chase you behind your butt. If you hit me, I will hit you too. It depends on who can’t support you first. My requirements are not high, just kill a thousand of your people every day.

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The atmosphere of Morigen's golden sweat tent was extremely quiet. The surroundings were as quiet as if a needle fell to the ground and could be heard. In fact, there were not many people in the sweat tent, just Berryn, Barret, Zarik, Catavaro and others. Well, there was also Morigen. In the huge golden sweat tent, these people were purely negligible.

However, they felt that there were thousands or tens of thousands of people in the Golden Sweat Treasure. Everyone felt like they were being pressed heavily and could not breathe. This feeling naturally came from Mo Rigen. Obviously, Mo Rigen's face was not very good. It was because of his bad face that brought such heavy pressure to the people below.

The battle outside continued. From time to time, fierce gunfire came. The constant gunfire meant constant fighting. The cavalry of the White-Clothed Army was still launching harassing operations. Their tactics had no improvement compared to before. Fortunately, the Tatars finally stood firm and were not as panicked as before. The Tatars cavalry also took some effective measures to avoid being deceived easily.

Morigen's breathing was obviously a little heavy. He raised his head and looked at the dome of the Golden Sweat Tent and fell into deep thought. He knew very well that the Tatars had to bear the responsibility for the heavy losses this time, Morigen. It was his order for the entire army to attack. If it were not for this order, the Tatars would not have suffered such heavy casualties.

"I really underestimated Xu Xingxia." Mo Rigen sighed silently in his heart, talking to himself with a little sourness. He had to accept the cruel reality in front of him. Now he no longer dared to contempt Xu Xingxia.

Through the successive battles, Mo Rigen had to admit painfully that Xu Xingxia did have the ability to challenge him. The other party was fully qualified to be on an equal footing with him. Even if he was not careful, he might capsize in the gutter and die at the hands of Xu Xingxia.

The Tatars today can no longer withstand any tossing. In the past two or three months, he has paid a heavy price. If the price he paid next is still so heavy, the name of Morigen will be completely covered up by the dust of history. The loser is not qualified to leave his name. History is written by the winner.

After a long silence, Mo Rigen slowly lowered his head and said in a low voice: "Berryn, how many people have we lost?"

Berryn wanted to speak but stopped and dared not speak.

Mo Rigen said calmly: "After saying that, I can still bear it."

Berion had no choice but to bite his teeth and said slowly: "Report to King Khan. After statistics from various departments, by dawn, there were more than 7,400 people who had not returned to the team..."

Afterwards, his voice was so low that only he could hear it. He was afraid that every word he had infuriated Mo Rigen. If Mo Rigen got angry, everyone present might suffer a catastrophe. A total of 7,000 people were lost in one battle. Such a result would be terrible! How many 7,000 people were under Mo Rigen’s command?

"Seven thousand four hundred people..." Mo Rigen said to himself, his expression on his face did not change much. After a moment, he suddenly smiled miserably and sat on the bed without saying anything. Vaguely, there seemed to be a lot of white hair on his head.

The Tatar executives around them all breathed a sigh of relief. Hearing Mo Rigen's tone, they didn't seem to be pursuing them. They probably didn't have to worry about their heads moving. That's right, this was Mo Rigen's own responsibility, and if they wanted to be investigated, they should be held accountable. How could he take his anger on the people below? Of course, such thoughts can only be hidden in everyone's heart and must not be revealed.

Seeing the obvious increase in white hair on Morigen's head, Berion suddenly felt, maybe, the Khan King is really old? Maybe, the world is the young man Xu Xingxia? Maybe, the Tatars' energy has been exhausted, and it is the Han Dynasty's turn to dominate again? Maybe, Xu Xingxia is the former Wei Qing, Huo Qubing, Li Jing and others? No matter which one it is, it seems that the good days of the Tatars will end forever.

This result really made Mo Rigen very sad. The loss of seven thousand people was so fatal. This loss was almost equivalent to a 10,000 team. In other words, it was because of his wrong order that the Tatars lost a 10,000 team! He didn't know where he should make up for the loss. Perhaps, this loss was irreparable at all and could never be compensated. The white hair on his head suddenly increased like this.

Morigen could not explain the disastrous defeat of the Tatars. His own confidence was also severely shaken without realizing it. All of this came from the consequences of the failure of the field battle. There is no doubt that this time, the Tatar cavalry failed to the White-Clothed Cavalry in the field battle. I really don’t know when the White-Clothed Army’s field capabilities were so strong? It’s incredible! The Han cavalry’s field capabilities were also so strong!

What's even more hateful is that the cavalry of the White Clothing Army dared to wield their sabers and fight with the Tatars! What's so damn that the Tatars were actually hacked to death! In the opinion of Morigen, they were defeated by the White Clothing Army. This was a great shame than the Tatars being shot by guns and cannons under Zhenyuan Pass. What did the Tatars start with? Hand-to-hand combat! At the beginning, the Tatars started with pure hand-to-hand combat, and riding and shooting were just auxiliary!

However, in terms of hand-to-hand combat, the Tatars were defeated! Is it tolerable, but who is intolerable? The reputation of the Tatars' bravery and good fighting was all lost by all the shameless guys. Morigen swore that if he found those Tatars who dare not fight, he would definitely chop them up with a golden sword. If he didn't even have the courage to fight in the last hand-to-hand combat, what's the point of living in this world? Forget it if he dies.

What's even more terrible is that this battle made Mo Rigen deeply feel that his thoughts were likely to be unrealistic. Because even if he desperately took down Bayannur grassland and killed some of the white-clothed army, such a battle would not be beneficial to the Tatars! The white-clothed army that had been lost will be replenished soon. However, the Tatars that had been lost could not be compensated. If they were consumed all the way, Mo Rigen would always be wiped out one day.

But what can he do if the Tatars do not march into the Bayannur grassland? Can he have another way out? No! He can't even stay near Zhenyuan Pass for a long time, otherwise the number of casualties in his troops will increase and morale will be even lower. For the current Tatars, the only way out is to make a desperate bet and march into the Bayannur grassland. In addition, all other ideas are dead ends.

"Send the order! Get out to Bayannur grassland!" Mo Rigen said slowly.

"King Khan... Zhenyuan Pass..." Berion said hesitantly. In fact, he understood what Morigen meant to avoid the unfortunate place of Zhenyuan Pass. But can everyone be content to leave Zhenyuan Pass like this? Are you just watching the cavalry of the white-clothed army arrogant? After suffering losses, I didn't find a way to find a way to get it back. This is the first time in the history of the Tatars.

"Do you want to keep people in Zhenyuan Pass to make snacks for the White Army? How many people do you think are enough to keep? Our entire army is here and cannot stop the attack of the White Army's cavalry. What's the use of leaving a small number of troops? Don't leave any one, go to Bayannur Grassland! Let's eat Bayannur Grassland before talking about it!" Mo Rigen said calmly with a fierce look on his face.

He is also a person who can take on it and let it go. He has rich combat experience and his judgment of the combat situation is still very accurate. He is very clear that with Zhenyuan Pass, any Tatars who are close to him will be eaten mercilessly. The cavalry of the white-clothed army rely on this tiger to fight is too convenient. Only by staying away from this tiger is the safest. At the same time, only by staying away from this tiger can the Tatars have the opportunity to counterattack.

"King, I understand." Bailien hurriedly agreed to go.

Soon, Morigen's order was conveyed. After receiving the order, all the Tatars breathed a sigh of relief. Almost no Tatars had the idea of ​​revenge on Zhenyuan Pass. For most Tatars, it would be great to be able to leave Zhenyuan Pass, a ghost place. It is absolutely impossible to revenge on a strong city like Zhenyuan Pass. If Morigen continues to order them to attack, they would be really bad. Fortunately, such a tragic scene did not appear. It seems that Morigen is still very rational.

However, such orders inevitably produce some negative effects. Under the circumstances, idiots can feel that Morigen was afraid of being beaten by Zhenyuan Pass and did not want to continue to see Zhenyuan Pass. In Gulang City, the Tatars could not defeat the White Army. In Zhenyuan Pass, the Tatars could not defeat the White Army. After suffering repeated attacks in succession, could the Tatars still defeat the White Army? No one has any idea. It has to be said that in the minds of all Tatars, there is now a thick shadow.

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Xu Xingxiashu woke up comfortably, it was dusk.

The winter sunset is reflected in from the glass window, illuminating the house very softly and gorgeously.

Xu Xingxia's bedroom is decorated by Tesna, which naturally looks very warm, elegant and comfortable. The bed he sleeps with is also a special large bed, which is completely different from the camp bed he liked before. As the supreme leader of the White Army, it is not too much to enjoy it for a little. After all, the health of the Chairman is the most important.

"You're awake." Tesna was thinking about things around him, and found that he woke up and got up and was busy. She clapped her hands and a female guard came in to serve her. After a while, the dinner that had been prepared long ago was also delivered. Outside the bedroom, there was a small living room and a dining room, all of which were available. If the chairman wanted to live a luxurious life, there was no problem at all. However, in many cases, he had to set an example and not to go too far.
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