At first, there were only about 500 Tartar cavalry in front, but later they gathered more and more. By noon, more than 2,000 cavalry gathered. They stopped five miles away from the caravan, neither launching an attack nor leaving. A few troops patrol everywhere, monitoring the movements of the caravan. Most of them dismounted and unsank them, without taking them seriously at all.

Wang Weidong said with a ugly face: "Now the Tartars have exceeded 2,000, and there will be more in the future. If they launch an attack, it will be really troublesome."

Niu Yong nodded, turned to Wang Weidong and asked: "There does not seem to be any large Mongolian tribes nearby. Where did these people come from?"

Wang Weidong shook his head and said that he didn't know either.

Zhou Xian pondered for a moment, shook his head slightly and said, "Didn't these people come from a tribe?"

"What?"

Looking at Niu Yong's shocked expression, Zhou Xian pointed to the formation of the Tartars in the distance and said, "Brother Niu, Wang Baihu, you look over there. Although these Tartars are all gathered together, most of the flags they hold are different. Look at the formations they are arranged in different sizes and are scattered and isolated, and it is obvious that they are determined by their closeness and distant relationships. According to the piles, there are at least seven or eight tribes here, and their relationships seem to be not monotonous."

After hearing what Zhou Xian said, Wang Weidong looked carefully at the distance and said, "Young Master Zhou is right. Look over there, the people at the edge of the two teams all face each other with knives, looking like they were about to fight."

Niu Yong said happily: "Then should we take advantage of the situation and attack them a little, and test if it is true? If they are not a single person, it must be a good thing for us."

Zhou Xian asked: "Brother Niu, how many horses do we have now?"

"In addition to those used to pull carts, there were originally fifty military horses. But because only one of the twenty horses sent was sent back, only thirty-one of them can be used now."

Zhou Xian frowned and said, "It's a little less."

Niu Yong smiled and said, "There are quite a lot. When I lead them to a wave, I will definitely kill the Tartars and throw away their armor."

Wang Weidong's face changed slightly and he whispered: "Mr. Niu Qian, you are the leader. If any accident occurs, we can't command your subordinates."

Niu Yong waved his hand and smiled, "Don't worry, Wang Baihu, the knife that killed me, the old cow, has not been born yet!"

Zhou Xian was silent for a moment and said, "Brother Niu, just as Wang Baihu said, you have the responsibility to lead the army, and even if you really have a surprise attack, you can't go there. Besides, I don't think this is the best time to raid."

Niu Yong had obvious disappointment on his face, but he asked curiously: "Why is this? Look at the other party's scattered formation, if you attack, you will definitely win."

Zhou Xian shook his head and said, "We have too few military horses. As you said just now, the raid will definitely succeed. But even if we kill twice as many as our army, there will be only more than sixty cavalry. We have nothing to gain except to boost our morale. But in this way, our combat power is directly exposed to the enemy. You must know that in their eyes, we are just a caravan. Otherwise, they would not treat it so casually."

Wang Weidong nodded and said, "Mr. Niu Qian, we are currently for the defense. Brothers fight for their lives, and there is no need to improve morale at this moment. But if the enemy is tired and then raid with cavalry, it will definitely be a fatal blow to the morale of the Tartars. I think that is the best time for raids as Mr. Zhou said."

Niu Yong was a general on the battlefield and saw the truth clearly after a brief explanation. He smiled and waved his hand and said, "I am considering being poor, so I will feed the horses first, the knights will rest, and wait until when will the opportunity be launched before attacking."

As the three were talking, they suddenly heard a noise, and hundreds of knights rushed from afar. As Xiao Gao said before, nearly a hundred of them were all covered in iron armor, guarding a masked face tightly at the core. On the side of the masked man, a blue-gray flag was raised high, and the middle of the flag was a golden color, as if embroidered with some pattern.

At this moment, Zhou Xian saw the front several soldiers suddenly knelt down and kept kowtowing and bowing. He was surprised and turned to look at him and found that Wang Weidong's face was pale and muttered to himself: "How is it possible, how is it possible? Why does the Golden Wolf Khan Flag appear here?"

Zhou Xian was about to ask him about the origin of the flag, but suddenly heard a loud shout. Niu Yong quickly stepped forward with a knife. He kicked the soldiers kneeling on the ground one by one, and looked at them angrily and shouted loudly: "You bastards, you are afraid that they will be like this when they see a broken flag. You grandma will be embarrassed by me. No matter whether you are a Mongolian or a Han Chinese, you are the soldiers of my Ming Dynasty. As long as you are a soldier of the Ming Dynasty, I will regard you as my brother's robes and are willing to entrust your name to you. Don't treat me as my brother's robes, and don't let me get up here. A flag that has been dead for hundreds of years, you really think it's different. It's a broken flag that can be bought at will for a few cents. You all stand up for me, and stand up for me..."

Niu Yong shouted angrily, and the people cursed were all blue and white. Although their eyes were still full of nostalgia when they looked at the flag, they all stood up in the end.

Wang Weidong exclaimed: "Mr. Niu Qian seems to be reckless and careless, but he will be clear when encountering problems. He can stabilize the overall situation and be a real general!"

Seeing Zhou Xian's face full of doubts, he smiled faintly, and his originally pale face looked much better.

"Those soldiers were Mongolians, and that flag was a holy object of the Mongolian people, Genghis Khan's Golden Wolf Khan Flag. It has been passed down from generation to generation, and it has been nearly five hundred years since then. Generally, as a token of the Mongolian Khan, it has the responsibility to rule the Mongolian tribes. Although the prestige of the Khan is constantly declining, in the eyes of most Mongolians, it still represents the Mongolian Khan. Those who kneel on the ground have been submitting to our Ming Dynasty for more than a hundred years, but when they see this flag, it becomes like this, let alone the ordinary Mongolian people."

Zhou Xian asked curiously: "Wang Baihu, are there many Mongolians here?"

Wang Weidong smiled bitterly and said, "It should be no less than one hundred people. If Niu Qianhu hadn't stopped them in time just now, he might have lost his morale before he could fight, and the consequences would be unimaginable."
Chapter completed!