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Chapter 60 The Contest of the Scouts

After leaving Liangxiang, Zhu Youcong's army suddenly slowed down. It was not because he was timid or not in a hurry, but because he was less than a hundred miles away from Beijing and could encounter Tatar scouts at any time.

force.

"Xiang Xian, there is danger ahead. You take the folks back first!" Before Zhu Youcong had time to catch this big fish, others caught it by themselves. When they were preparing to set off yesterday morning, the person in charge of the guard

Soldiers suddenly came to report that a large convoy had appeared behind them. When I went out and took a look, it turned out that Gao Doushu was bringing the people of Baoding to deliver food.

It was really embarrassing for these ordinary people. They drove their animals day and night, and they just caught up with the army when it was about to leave Zhuozhou. Many people were so tired that they fell on the grain carts, and they still can't stand up now.

Get up. Zhu Youcong is grateful to these kind people, let alone let them face the upcoming cruel war.

"Your Majesty, take your orders!" Gao Doushu also knew that the closer he got to Beijing, the more dangerous it would be. The people he led were unarmed, and it would be no joke if they panicked and affected the soldiers fighting at the front. But he also had his own little thoughts, and he was very careful.

I want to see what is so magical about this army that has strict military discipline but is not even issued a sword. "If you still have some strength, you will stay in the rear army to wave the flag and cheer for the general?"

"Okay, just stay with me!" Zhu Youcong will never forget to take advantage at any time. Let him see it, it will save a lot of effort when he cheats in the future.

Seeing Gao Doushu rushing to the grain team behind, he bowed and said good things, and finally persuaded the people to turn around and go back. Zhu Youcong began to make pre-war arrangements with confidence. "Lu Xiangsheng!"

"The end is here!" It is said that a mule or a horse has to be pulled out. After so many years of tossing, he is about to face the real test. Seeing that he is about to meet the enemy, Lu Xiangsheng feels a little nervous.

"Ask the reconnaissance battalion to open all the cages and go forward to clear the way for our army!" According to Zhu Youcong's idea, it was best to wait until he was under the nose of the Tatars without being discovered by the enemy, and to catch them off guard.

"yes!"

As the black cloth on the carriages was uncovered, and the beasts in the cages were led out by the officers and soldiers of the reconnaissance camp, Gao Doushu took a breath of cold air. Oh my god, what kind of monsters are these! One by one, they followed

He looked like a calf, with a cold glint in his eyes.

That's right, this is the special military dog ​​Zhu Youcong prepared for his troops, the Tibetan Mastiff, which is known as the Chinese divine dog! The reason why no one noticed their existence along the way is because the convoy transporting the mastiff has always been

Walking in the middle of the team; secondly, it has something to do with the mule Zhu Youcong rides. That mule is not easy to mess with. Anyone who barks twice in front of it will definitely be kicked and fly far away. So as long as you smell it

When it comes to that smell, all the dogs will collectively choose to protest in silence!

Sandaoyu, an unknown small place. There were not many households here originally, but now because of the invasion of the Tatars, those who could escape have long since fled, and those who are left behind are all old and weak. Low stones

The house, the courtyard wall made of rubble that can be reached by reaching the top of the wall, the thick Chinese locust trees in the courtyard, the old branches of jujube and Chinese chrysanthemum trees, and the stone grinding wheels on the street that are worn to the point of breaking the wooden shafts all exude a sense of aura.

The inherent atmosphere of an ordinary northern mountain village.

Lu Ping didn't leave, not because he couldn't bear to leave this shabby home, nor because he couldn't run; it was because he couldn't bear to leave his grandmother, who had been dependent on each other for more than ten years and was now paralyzed in bed, and escape alone.

Grandma Lu leaned weakly on the bedside. She hated herself and hated herself for dragging down her grandson. "Ping'er, please leave quickly! Don't stay for me, an old woman, or I will have no shame even if I go underground."

Meet your grandpa and parents!”….

"It's okay, grandma!" Lu Ping stubbornly used the only broken earthen pot at home to fry the herbs he dug from the mountain. "I went to the top of the mountain to see it in the morning, and the Tatars haven't attacked yet!"

Suddenly, a dog barked. Lu Ping, who had always been alert, immediately stood up and put his ear close to the back wall of the house. He heard a strange noise coming from the valley behind the house, accompanied by faint screams.

"No, the Tatars are really coming!" Lu Ping did not hesitate, carrying his grandmother on the bed and preparing to leave.

Before they could step out of the room, the old and disrepaired courtyard door was violently smashed open. Several gleaming big knives appeared in front of them. Their owners all had pig tails on their heads.

A tortoise cover.

"Damn, there are two Han Chinese here!" A roar like a wolf's howl woke up the frightened grandfather and grandson.

"You're so long-winded, kill the old ones and tie up the younger ones and take them away!" The man who looked like a leader ordered his men. They were on guard duty. However, in the eyes of the Tatars, even the second son of the capital was

The sixteen guards were beaten to the ground by him. What else does the Ming Dynasty have to be afraid of? It’s business to hunt down a few Han people along the way and capture them as slaves!

Run! This thought flashed across his mind, and Lu Ping didn’t know where he got the strength from. Carrying his grandmother on his back, he just escaped through a collapsed gap in the courtyard wall. Before he could take a breath, a stick

The rope suddenly wrapped around his neck!

"Damn it, you two-legged sheep still dare to run away in front of me?" A Tatar cavalryman held on tightly to the noose, pulled out a long knife from his waist and was about to chop off Lu Ping's body.

"No -" Grandma Lu used her last strength and threw herself on Lu Ping. Even if she could only buy him a moment, she couldn't let this filial grandson walk in front of her!

"boom!"

There was a crisp sound, and Grandma Lu did not feel the pain caused by the sword falling on her body. Could it be that the Tatar's knife was too fast? Ping'er's grandfather, my old lady, is incompetent and has dragged down our grandson...

"Bang, bang... woof woof..."

The crunching sound continued, accompanied by bursts of barking.

Already desperate, Lu Ping opened his eyes. He wanted to see who killed his grandmother! However, what caught his eyes were the familiar streets and the familiar sky. The Tatar who was holding the knife at him had fallen to the ground.

, and there was a bloody hole on his forehead. Then a black shadow flashed past him, and not far away, a group of men in strange black clothes were walking towards him, holding up flaming iron pipes.

"Grandma!" Lu Ping shook his only relative vigorously.

"Ping'er?" Grandma Lu opened her eyes hard, looked at her precious grandson and said, "Are we in the underworld?"

"No! Grandma, we are saved! Look, the gods have come to save us!" Lu Ping pointed to the group of people not far away. No, they are Bodhisattvas who save the suffering! If not for the gods, how could they have appeared so promptly?

If they weren't gods, would they have those flaming iron pipes on their hands?

"Fellow, are you okay?" A strong Henan accent broke Lu Ping's fantasy.

"It's okay! It's okay! Ping'er, hurry up, kowtow to your benefactor!" Grandma Lu, who had come back to her senses, kept urging her grandchildren. No matter if they are gods or not, at least they are not Tatars, they belong to our Ming Dynasty.

Man is the benefactor who saved his grandfather and grandson!

"Report to the company commander! There are sixteen Tatars in total, and none of them escaped!" Lu Ping saw a man with a Beijing accent running over and gave a strange salute to his benefactor.

"It's okay! You go out of the village and hide first. There will be a war here soon!" The man who spoke with a Henan accent didn't stop for much. He simply explained a few words and continued to chase his companions ahead.

.….

Lu Ping carried his grandmother and the surviving elders in the village on his back and kowtowed three times in the direction where his benefactors left, then helped each other and walked out of the village.

In fact, the Tatars who attacked Sandaoyu should also be grateful to the group of people who left, thanking their accurate marksmanship for not causing them too much suffering; but the other group less than five miles away was not so lucky.

"Brother Erniu, can we really meet the Tatar scouts?" Yang Polu muttered softly, holding his pet dog after he had been out for several hours.

"What's wrong? Are you scared?" Xu Erniu, who fled from Liaodong, has been dreaming that one day he can avenge his fellow villagers who fell under the knife of the Tatars. He thought that after joining the reconnaissance camp, he would be better than his fellow villagers.

Those brothers who took advantage of this opportunity first never imagined that they would not see a single Tatar along the way.

"Fuck your mother!" Yang Polu would have wanted to beat up his boss if it wasn't for the military regulations. "I'm a man with a lot of stuff in his pants, why would he be afraid of those Tatars?"

"Then shut your mouth!" The upset Xu Erniu glared.

"Woo..." The pet dog beside him suddenly let out a low roar, indicating that someone was appearing in front of him.

"Everyone get down!" Henan lacked war horses, and Zhu Youcong could not blatantly bring them in from other places, so most of the officers and soldiers in the reconnaissance camp were on foot. If the Tatars were discovered and fled early, they would really not be able to catch up.

"Two miles away! Prepare each other! Don't hit people, hit horses!" Through the telescope, Xu Erniu saw that a group of prey finally appeared in front of him!

"Sir, our trip is really thanks to you!" A Tatar soldier was riding on a horse, playing with a blood-stained bracelet that he had just snatched from the village ahead. The people of the Ming Dynasty were really rich. Just now

A large family in that humble little village actually had so many treasures hidden inside.

"Put them all away, rush to the front and do one more vote and then we should go back!" As the reminder, Hebuha Dayi was very dissatisfied with the arrangement above. Why can one team only come out for six hours?

How many can you grab in a little time?

"How about we apply for it tomorrow?" The other Tatar soldier obviously didn't get enough of it.

"You are the errand..."

"Fire!" Before Hebuha Dayi could finish his words, a sound like fried beans came out, and then the war horse under him suddenly shuddered and fell down with a sad hiss!

"Is there a monster?" Habuha Dayi felt that he might have encountered something like a mountain monster. Although he was not equipped with the clairvoyance that only officials above the rank and file had, he could still shoot a target from a hundred meters away.

With Mouse's eyesight, why didn't he see a human figure or an arrow flying towards him, but all the horses around him fell down?

"Release the dogs!"

"Woof woof..."

A group of black figures rushed out like lightning and pounced on the Tatars who were lying on the ground and being crushed by dead horses. The Tatars struggled and howled, and the two people walking at the back of the team finally broke free and got up.

I want to escape from this hell, but it is a pity that Tatars who can outrun Tibetan mastiffs have not yet been born.

For a whole day and night, in unknown corners, none of the Tatar scouts, lucky or unlucky, could escape the purges of the reconnaissance camp.

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