A firework rose into the sky in the dark, and shining with the bright moon, so dazzling. Fan Wenjie couldn't help but look up at the sky. The literary talent in his heart was like a volcano erupting, and a good sentence that would definitely be passed down from generation to generation would flourish.

But what was thriving first was the earth-shaking shouts of killing.

Just after the fireworks, in the snow-white moon, in the vast grassland on the Bald Tail River, a black torrent was shouting and coming.

Before Fan Wenjie could understand, on the river, thick ropes stretched out from the water, blocking the entire fleet. The boatman and sailors, caught off guard, shaking and falling into the water one by one.

Before the lucky boatman could understand, the enemy's feather arrows fell down like a storm, and in a blink of an eye the people on the boat were swept away.

Fan Wenjie was shocked at the time: "Robbery, resist quickly."

But unfortunately, this waterway has been sold through by their family for a long time, especially Altan Khan's tribe, who knew that it was the supplies transported to their new masters, and dared not intercept them. Therefore, taking the guard team is definitely redundant, not only redundant, but also causes misunderstandings.

Just when he was at a loss, a war horse in the dark, a guy in Mongolian costume and masked with a black scarf was facing him. The birds were singing that the Mongolians could not understand and the Han people could not understand.

The subordinates who were waiting for the order were anxious: "Sir, let's talk to others, I'm so anxious."

The guy came to the scene at that time: "The order was sent to the infantry to kill all the breathless people on the ship and snatch the ship; the cavalry advanced fifty miles northward. Tell the madman that no matter how much the price he paid, he must block the Mongols who might come to rescue until we completely transport the seizure away. Damn, this is too much."

There are too many. I originally thought that 10,000 or 20,000 shi would be a lot, but this time, it was one or two times more than expected. Of course I was happy if I had too many, but if I had too many, transportation would become a problem. I must buy time.

With the order issued, the hike frantically rushed towards the ships, and the cavalry rushed northward.

Fan Wenjie was lucky. When a blocking rope was stretched out, his boat was too light and too small, and it immediately overturned him. It was the overturned that allowed him to avoid the whistling feather arrows and fell into the river. At the end of the day, he heard those pure Chinese.

He immediately understood that he had been plotted. So he pinched his nose, sank under the water, grabbed a stone at the bottom of the river, and began to slowly climb backwards at the bottom of the river.

There were constant boatmen and friends from his family, screaming and wailing in the river; there were also some unknown whose legs were moving and running hard in the river, but Fan Wenjie held his breath firmly and crawled downstream. He must save his life and tell his brother about this. This is a conspiracy.

When he was about to suffocate completely, he touched a dense river grass on the shore, and finally came out, breathing the air greedily. After wiping the water on his face, he saw countless enemies searching for his surviving boatmen in the riverbank and water. As long as there were some living people, he would immediately assassinate without hesitation. In the blink of an eye, the river water, a deep river turned black under the moonlight. After screaming, the river surface was covered with the bodies of his own boatmen.

He didn't dare to stay anymore, took a deep breath, sank into the bottom of the river again, and continued to run downward. I don't know how long it took for the first time to risk his life to rush to the Great Wall Jian'an Fort, and appeared in front of him. He cheered, climbed up the river bank, and staggered towards the water gate.

Zhao Xing pulled off the black cloth covering his face, and his eyes in the dark flashed with excitement, and said to Wang Jinzhong, who was so excited that he killed Wang Jinzhong: "How? I promised you ten thousand stones of food to be cashed out."

Wang Jinzhong, who was sensitive to food, breathed and said, "It's more than 10,000, at least 150,000 stones."

Zhao Xing staggered on the battlefield and almost fell down. If Cui Yan hadn't had the phone fast enough, he would have been embarrassed.

"So many, then are we prepared enough personnel?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Ce, who had been waiting in the west for a long time, rushed over with countless people, carrying a cocktail bus and carrying a shoulder pole. There were tens of thousands of people.

Seeing the surprised expression of Zhao Xing, Chen Ce reported panting: "Don't worry, sir, these are the families of our soldiers, absolutely reliable."

"Don't call me sir."

Cui Yan curled her lips: "There are no more rabbits from other families here except us, so what are you afraid of?"

"Man is doing it, God is watching." Then he directly ordered Wang Jinzhong and Chen Ce, "Immediately transport all the grain to Mr. Zhao Zi's raft in Kanerjing and transport it into the Yulin Fort camp as soon as possible. I will go to the front team of Wang Shenglin and He Fengzi to see, and don't let the Mongols disturb our transportation team. These grains are more important than life." After saying that, he rushed north by horses.

Cui Yan and her personal guard Mao Shouyi, who were carrying a flower gun, beat the horse and followed him.

One hundred miles away from the fleet, Wang Shenglin and He Renlong, with the five hundred cavalry and three hundred Hong Chengchou's personal soldiers, were nervously guarding the north.

The sound of horse hooves behind him. When he looked back, Zhao Xing and Cui Yan's figures came to the front of them. Before the horse could stop, Wang Shenglin came up to report: "According to our Ranger brothers, the Mongolian Tartars in Hongyan Lake began to gather and began to prepare to go south to pick up the Fan family fleet."

Zhao Xing asked nervously: "How many enemies are there?"

Wang Shenglin immediately replied: "There are five thousand people in the whole team now, and there are countless rumbling cars and coachmen. I don't know how many."

Zhao Xing took a deep breath of air conditioning at that time. So much was beyond Zhao Xing's expectations: "Didn't the spy of the Jinyiwei say that the Tartars can fight at most one thousand? Why did this suddenly become so many? Damn it."

An exhausted Jinyiwei stood up in the dark and explained to Zhao Xing: "Sir, when I was investigating, there were indeed only one thousand Tartars. But unexpectedly, in a blink of an eye, new Tartars began to join one after another from all around. When no Tartars arrived, the subordinates risked their lives to come back to report the news and ask for punishment from the Lord."

Zhao Xing didn't want to punish him. The spies outside the Jinyiwei worked very hard, and their death rate was the highest. They tried their best: "You are innocent, hurry up and go back to the pass and rest."

Cui Yan approached and asked, "Why did the Tartars suddenly increase their troops?"

Zhao Xing glanced at him sideways and muttered in his stomach: "How do I know?" But suddenly he realized it.

"This time, according to the original investigation, the eight great masters should have transported 10,000 stones of grain out of seclusion, but it suddenly reached 150,000 stones. What does this mean? It means that Jiannu urgently needed it. And Yuan Chonghuan's dog killed Mao Wenlong in advance according to history, which means that their actions were going to be advanced." Then he patted his head anxiously: "In history, Huang Taiji's commander personally invaded Jingji for the first time. At that time, there were 45,000 to 20,000 soldiers from the Later Jin Dynasty and 50,000 soldiers from the Mongolian servants. A total of 100,000 soldiers from the total number of soldiers from the Jingji. Yes, this is Altan Khan's army preparing to go to Liaodong to meet with Huang Taiji, and escort this batch of grain by the way."

Facing the sudden extra enemies and thinking about this relationship, Zhao Xing began to feel dilemma.

This is definitely an unexpected real strong enemy. I only have 800 soldiers now, and I can't stop the enemy in any case. Tens of thousands of people behind me are one, tens of thousands of stones of food and horse materials, and they must not fall into the hands of Jiannu. The destruction of Huang Taiji must be carried out at all times.

"What to do, what to do?" Zhao Xing was anxious like an ant on a hot pan.

Cuiyan grabbed him and stared at him with her eyes tightly: "Since the blocking cannot be done, then we will just dig out his nest and let him lose his own way. Do you dare?"

Zhao Xing looked at the female daughter, the daughter-in-law who pushed her husband into the fire pit, and finally nodded: "If you dare to go, I will dare to go."

What this is said-

"Crazy man, Shenglin, behind him are tens of thousands of people transporting grain, especially the 150,000 stone of grain and beans. Not only do we need it, but we must not get it. What we face will be five thousand taels of Tartars who will be in charge of them. I decided to attack at night and catch the enemy of the Red Salt Lake off guard and fight for time opportunities in the chaos. Do you dare to follow me?" Zhao Xing asked his two subordinates with firm eyes.

The Ming army had no combat power. If they were driven to the battlefield with a tough force, they would collapse in a blink of an eye and would have no effect at all.

Although their Tiqi is known as the elite in the world, they have actually only dealt with those thieves and bandits, and are more corrupt officials and have no experience of fighting fiercely.

Although He Renlong's subordinates have been baptized and tempered by the battle formation, they are not his own people after all. He is really not sure that he can execute his orders, so he asked this question.

Wang Shenglin just said briefly: "Sir."

He Renlong laughed: "Sir, why don't I dare?"

Well, another one is forcing people to jump into the fire pit.

Without saying a word, Zhao Xing drew out the Xiuchun Sword that he had not used for a long time and ordered the two of them: "Let my Xiuchun Sword dye the enemy's blood, follow me and kill the enemy."
Chapter completed!