By the Yellow River, in the frozen river water on the bank, dry reeds were frozen on the ice layer, and the withered reeds stretched to the shore, mixed with the withered artemisia.

More than two thousand people emerged on the shore, each holding a bundle of hay. Some threw the hay on the river surface, and some threw the hay in the reeds on the shore. These people were just ordinary Chahar herders, and now they were responsible for setting fires in the north. They wanted to burn the fire even bigger and burn all the Korqin people who were trying to hunt them down in the sea of ​​fire. Some people dig cracks on the ice surface, so that as long as the fire was ignited, the ice surface would melt, and the Yellow River in this area would block the Korqin people who escaped from the south bank.

There is no need to worry that there is no forage for cattle, sheep and livestock to eat next year. The wildfire cannot be burned, and the spring breeze will grow again. The grasslands burned in winter will grow a new green as soon as the spring comes next year.

"Ignite!" the leader shouted.

Torches were lit, and the herdsmen held torches and lit piles of bundles of hay.

The flames quickly burned, and piles of hay rose up, and soon turned into a sky-sky fire. The reeds on the shore were lit, and the hay laid on the river was ignited. The fire spread rapidly to the south under the action of the northwest wind, and the entire southern bank of the Yellow River immediately turned into a sea of ​​fire.

The Chahar herders who set fire on fire rode their horses, crossed the ice, and fled to the northwest quickly.

Downstream of the Chahar herdsmen's setting fire, there is a sled convoy setting fire along the Yellow River. It was a sled convoy that Han Dashan used a letter to send a letter from Shabeigou. After igniting the grass on the shore, the sled car drove downstream on the ice. The sled car was snow on the shore and could not be set on fire. This sled convoy would block the retreat of the Korqin people on the north bank.

The Korqinmeng Eight Banners Cavalry were fleeing north. Before they reached the bank of the Yellow River, they saw thick smoke rolling in front of them, and the northwest wind rushes towards them with a heat wave.

"Damn it, why did the fire catch up in front?" After paying the price of losing more than 3,000 people, he was about to rush to the Yellow River, but found that the road ahead was blocked by the fire. Manzhu Xili had already felt despair.

Before the words were finished, the fire was wrapped in thick smoke and rushed towards the front. The Mongolians who rushed to escape were only more than twenty steps away from the sea of ​​fire. The scorching flames were burning in circles from all directions. The Mongolians had nowhere to go. They closed their hearts and their eyes and rushed into the fire. However, the war horses came to the front of the fire but they did not dare to take a step forward. No matter how the Mongolians beat the horses immediately, they refused to move.

"Hurry, run east!" someone shouted.

The Korqin people tried their best to beat the war horses and ran eastward, but a raging fire ignited on the river bank to the east, blocking the Korqin people's way.

Someone was so cruel that he simply abandoned the war horse, wrapped his cotton armor and cotton coats tightly, and made up his mind to drill into the sea of ​​fire. If he wanted to rush through this fire scene with a wide range, he would be safe as long as he rushed to the river. However, most of the people who rushed into the sea of ​​fire did not succeed. The cotton armor and cotton coat temporarily blocked the flames, but were poured into the sea of ​​fire by smoke, and soon the body caught fire. The smoked Mongolians were awakened by the high temperature and struggled and shouted in the fire, but nothing was helpful and they were quickly burned to death.

Only a few people rushed through the fire and rushed to the river. When they saw the ice, the Korqin people, whose hair, beard and eyebrows were burnt, rushed to the ice. No one noticed that there were signs of fire on the ice.

Suddenly, the ice surface made a tiny-scausing sound of ice shattering. The Korqin people crowded on the ice fell into the cracks of the ice one after another and fell into the cold and bone-black water. The cotton coat and cotton armor on their bodies sucked enough water and quickly sank to the bottom of the water.

The people behind did not know the situation and were still surging forward, squeezing the people in front into the water. The cracked ice surface could not withstand more and more people, and finally a large piece of ice sank into the water with the Mongolians above.

Anyway, the retreat to the north has been blocked, and the people of Korqin cannot cross the river and go north, so they can only continue to flee east. If they flee east, the fire chases them from the west, chasing them with their butts and chasing them. From time to time, some people are caught up by the flames, swallowed by the sea of ​​fire, and struggle and cry in the flames until they fall powerlessly in the fire scene.

Looking from the sky, I saw the Korqin cavalry running everywhere, and the flags and armor were lost all the way, and a fire dragon that lasted for several miles was chasing him.

The Chahars followed the fire and desperately chased the fleeing Korchin cavalry. The Chahars who rushed close to the fire were also affected. Some Chahars who were eager to make contributions chased them to the burning sea of ​​fire. Suddenly the wind direction changed suddenly. Although the wind direction only changed briefly, the flames rushed towards them. The Chahars who rushed to less than twenty steps left from the fire were burned and their eyebrows were burned, and some of them also caught fire, looking very embarrassed. But more people were struggling while the iron was hot and chasing them relentlessly. They knew that if they chased the east for a while, they would enter a snowy area. When they got there, there would be no fire to help with the battle and they needed to kill the enemy themselves.

The people of Korqin who were running away desperately ran eastward, and there were scattered snow on the ground. The more they ran eastward, the more snow they were getting more and more. Finally, they could see the thick snow in front of them. The people of Korqin who were already trapped and got off their horses and sat on the snow and hugged their heads and cried bitterly.

"Thank God, I finally escaped from the sea of ​​fire!" Man Zhu Xili sat in the snow in dismay. The cotton armor on his body had been burned out of many holes. The helmet was gone. The hair on the back of his head was burned out, and the mount was in a mess. The hair on the horse's tail was burned out, and the tail was bare. Not only did the hair on the back of the horse were burned out, but also the mane on the back of the neck was burned out.

The Mongolian Eight Banners soldiers beside Man Zhu Xili were all in a mess. Everyone had a gray face, their cotton armor was ragged and covered with holes, and many people lost their helmets, some had fever, some had beards, some had burnt their eyebrows, and their faces were covered with blood blisters.

"Ah!" A Mongolian suddenly knelt on the ground and buried his hands and face, burned with blisters, into the snow. A cold feeling came, weakening the burning pain.

Many injured Mongolian soldiers also imitated the man and buried the burned parts in the snow.

The fire that followed the people of Korqin were gradually extinguished, and all the things that could be burned were burned out. The fire spread to the snow and could no longer burn and gradually extinguished. After all, the grassland is not like a forest. Once the forest catches fire, it will not be extinguished for a few days, nights, or even a month or two. The grass burns much faster and it will disappear after burning. The raging fire burns all the grasslands to the west and spreads to the snow, and then it will be extinguished by itself. The sky above the grasslands to the west is filled with thick smoke.

The fire was extinguished, but the bad luck of the Korqin Mongolian Eight Banners was once again generals. Through the smoke, the Mongols were horrified to find that a team of cavalry appeared to the west, and the horse's hooves stepped on the hot ground and rushed towards him.

"The Chahar people are here!"

"Run!"

The Korqin people, who suffered heavy losses, were no longer interested in fighting. When they saw the Chahar people chasing them, they all stepped on their horses and fled in all directions.

The Chahars caught up from behind. At this time, the Chahars were full of horsepower. They were three horses in one person. During the chasing process, they jumped to another horse on the back and completed the change of horses. However, the Korqin people were trapped. Although they were also three horses, when they were chased by the fire, many horses were either lost or burned to death. Now the Korqin people are impossible to even have one horse. Basically, there is only one horse for each person. It is not easy to escape the Chahar people's pursuit.
Chapter completed!