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……

There was a commotion ahead. Atai and his bodyguard galloped past from the right.

At this time, a huge cry came from the front. Ah Tai shook on his horse's back and almost fell down.

He slowed his horse down and slowly reached the front, then opened his mouth and couldn't close it anymore.

……

Two square arrays are ahead. In the bright sun, those soldiers who are covered in plate armor are like

"This is the army of the underworld!"

A thousand family officials hissed, trying to control his horse. Behind him, the cavalry did not have this ability. They were frightened by the two arrays that seemed to appear out of thin air on the grassland.

"They moved! They moved!"

Even if they knew it was Jubao mountain guard, they were still silent and motionless. The array still gave these Tatars a great shock.

Someone drank in front of the array, and then the two arrays turned together.

"They're gone?"

"Is this the Ming army? Is this the command of the demon God?"

Even if he had seen it, the gloomy array still made ah Tai shake his head.

He felt that as long as he had 10000 people, he could roam the grassland.

Zhong Ding also followed up. Looking at the array moving forward slowly in front, he stroked his beard with reserve and said, "Lord, they will open the way for you all the way, and all obstructions will be ruthlessly destroyed. Keep up."

A Tai's face was a little complicated. A moment later, he turned back and shouted, "this is Jubao mountain guard. Tell everyone that they will accompany us all the way to Xinghe Fort!"

As the news passed on, cheers filled the sky.

The doubts about the way ahead were eliminated. The happy herdsmen even rode their own horses and rushed to the front with their children to see the legendary demon God's army.

With guns on their shoulders and neat steps, more than 2000 people were like two giants moving. This scene immediately stunned these herdsmen.

"It's the kingdom of heaven!"

"Terrible! That demon God deserves his reputation!"

"Fortunately, we are from Daming now. Otherwise, in the face of such an army, we don't have to fight directly and surrender."

"I want to be such a soldier when I grow up!"

The vision of a child makes everyone a little confused.

Who are we?

"Are we Ming people or..."

No one knows. They look at the array moving in front of them, and then look at the Ming people around Atai - their eyes are full of pride at the moment!

Zhong Ding smiled and said proudly, "Lord, these are only two thousand households of Jubao mountain guard, and there are... Five of these thousand households! Besides, there are Xuanwu guards and five thousand iron cavalry who are just a little worse than Jubao mountain guard. Do you think tuohuan can break these heroes?"

A Tai blurted out, "no!"

Shenyang looked at the array moving forward at the end of the sky and said proudly, "there will be more such Weisuo Daming in the future. Daming will be a real Heavenly Kingdom."

……

"Tatars are migrating to Xinghe Fort?"

Bagan grabbed the Scout's skirt and asked.

The Scout's lips split a seam, and then formed a blood scar. He also felt that what he saw was not real.

The large-scale migration on the grassland almost represents that the fat sheep are on the road.

The Scout licked the blood scar and said, "Sir, yes, the Tatars have all gone out. The migration team is like a river. You can't see the end at a glance."

"How could ah Tai have such courage?"

Bagan let go, some unprepared frustration.

The Scout said, "Sir, the first is the two thousand houses of the Ming people, all of which are firearms."

Bagan nodded and asked, "how far are they from Xinghe Fort?"

"Three hundred miles, my Lord."

"Three hundred li..."

When bagan closed his eyes and opened them again, he shouted, "the whole army!"

"My Lord!"

Someone advised, "Sir, those are two thousand households! The command of the demon God can't be regarded as ordinary."

Bagan sneered: "can such a long migration team and two thousand households see such a big place? Let's find a place to bite and see how they are tired!"

……

On the morning of the third day, the scouts successfully found the position of the Tatars.

"It's very long, like a big snake."

The description of the scout was very interesting. Bagan nodded and looked back at his command.

Under the hillside, more than 10000 cavalry quietly lined up behind him.

According to the route of the Tatars, this will be their only way.

"My Lord, there are tens of thousands of Tatar cavalry!"

A centurion drove his horse and expressed his worries.

Bagan looked at these confident subordinates who used to fight against weak and small tribes, but now they were mostly worried. He said, "what about 10000? Can they protect so many people? Or that sentence, rush in when you find a gap and drive those herdsmen to attack."

This is an old tactic, the same as driving prisoners to attack the city.

"All cheer up. If we can defeat the Tatars, we will win this war."

Bagan doesn't like the army that can have combat effectiveness only after stirring up, but at the moment, he can only incarnate as a Wang Po and say it tirelessly.

"Once the Tatar is defeated, the demon God will have bad luck. Do you understand? The Ming people boast that China is superior to the country, but they can't keep their vassal. This is a great humiliation, which can make the Ming emperor have to fight in person immediately!"

Bagan was satisfied to see that his morale was gradually rising. He finally said, "this is the purpose of our stay here. As long as we bring the Ming emperor, it is a great achievement!"

The people on the grassland are scattered, and the only way to unite the people is to rely on merit reward. Therefore, bagen's words immediately added a lot of ambition to the eyes of the warlahs.

"Think of the sheep that those people carry. That's all the wealth of the Tatars."

Bagan winked and someone immediately began to bewitch.

"At that time, we will take the cart and prisoners to the depths of the grassland. Can the demon God fly? At that time, 30% of the harvest will be yours!"

Money and wealth moved people's hearts. Suddenly, the ambitions in those eyes became fanaticism. They snored like demons just climbing out of the ground, looking for food.

Bagan was very satisfied with the effect. He whispered: "send scouts to investigate the movements of the Ming army in Xinghe fort. Once you send troops, you will return immediately. The scouts who return first will be rewarded."

So the scouts kept starting and coming back, and the latest news came one after another.

The next day, the news continued.

"My Lord, there is no movement from the Ming army in Xinghe fort."

"My Lord, the Tatars are thirty miles away."

"My Lord, Xinghe castle is still quiet."

“……”

Bagan is like a sculpture, but he stands still when countless news comes.

"Sir, the Tatar scouts are ten miles away."

The news finally moved bagan. He closed his eyes and ordered, "retreat until their brigade comes."