Xu Pengju hung his head and turned back three times, and he was sent back to bring Su Mo's news back to his homes.

Su Mo's sudden disappearance last year provoked all kinds of forces, not to mention the turmoil, and several elders were also worried. Now that Su Mo is back intact, of course he must be reported, this is one of them;

Second, Xu Pengju is the only seedling of the Wei Guogong Mansion, and he secretly ran out after learning that Su Mo was missing, and the Wei Guogong side must also give an explanation;

Third, this successive victories, capturing a large number of prisoners, plus Meng Jian brought the Meng family army to help, and now the entire team has nearly 4,000 people, which is too ostentatious, not to mention, even if the supply of grain and grass continues, it will be overstretched.

There is also a need to have a considerable identity when he returns to Beijing to inform the British Duke and others, because then he may have to go to His Majesty to ask the right, and he must let the emperor know the specific details of capturing so many Mongol prisoners.

Therefore, for now, Grandpa Xu is the most suitable candidate. Who let him have no martial arts in this, even if he follows him to the Mongolian royal court, it can only be a burden. Sending him back is also a waste use.

Of course, Grandpa Xu will never admit this. He prefers to believe that it was Boss Su's revenge, because he slandered Boss Su for being "too vicious" behind his back and was arrested......

He was accompanied by Jiang Bin and his gang of ruffians. At the beginning, there were 300 ruffian soldiers, but now after a series of battles, there are only more than 200 left, and since the Mengjia army is here, it is time for them to go back and recuperate.

After all, these border guards are border pawns after all, and the nature of the Meng family army and the Chang family's private soldiers is very different.

Now that the overall situation is decided, we should also give people an explanation. Of course, some of them are really simple personal friendships, and Su Mo let them be incorporated into the Su family, which can be regarded as having a settlement.

This group of people came to help escort the prisoners back to Beijing, and then they enriched the power of the Su family's mansion. Compared with the British princes and these martial families, the Su family really can't even talk about the background. Su Mo can't always rely on the British duke, and it won't be like that in the long run.

Although Xu Pengju was not happy to be sent back, why didn't Jiang Bin see that he would go after and capture Mukhan Timur, and then go to the Mongolian court to fulfill the imperial order, there would definitely be a lot of excitement. Neither of them is the kind of person who is at ease, and it is even more uncomfortable to miss this kind of excitement than to kill them.

But there was no way, since Su Mo finally decided, the two of them couldn't resist it at all, so they could only accept it honestly. Now seeing Xu Peng's sighing appearance, Jiang Bin raised his hand angrily and gave him a whip on his mount, and sneered: "Let's go, you're annoying." If it weren't for you, how could Lao Tzu have suffered this hanging?"

Xu Peng raised his crotch and his mount was whipped by this whip and slammed out. Xu Pengju was caught off guard, so he was hung and fell off the horse. In a panic, he grabbed the saddle tightly, and didn't come back to his senses until he ran far away, and couldn't help scolding: "Jiang Junya, you dare to yin me, you wait for me to drop ......"

Jiang Bin pursed his lips disdainfully, turned his head and shouted, ordering the brigade to follow, and he also beat his horse and left. The plough caught up quickly, and soon disappeared into the sky.

On a small hill behind, Su Mo saw that the team of people was gone, so he jumped on the back of the rice balls, patted the head of the rice balls lightly, turned his eyes on the generals around him, raised his eyebrows and pointed ahead, and shouted softly: "Now that you are traveling lightly, the brothers will work hard, and go with Mo to capture the sticky Han Timur, and meet the Mongolian Khan for a while." ”

These words were said indifferently, but they were full of a sense of excitement and pride, and they were about to scream as usual Xiong Changzhen. is stable in Chang Hu, Chang Bao, Wei Yi and others, and they can't help but shine with their eyes and their hearts surging.

At that moment, everyone responded in unison and came out one after another. With the war horses that captured the army of Timur from the sticky, the five hundred foot soldiers brought by Meng Jian were also assigned to a mount to travel.

Coupled with the eight hundred knights of the Chang family, the Thress warriors and a group of guards left by Su Mo's side, nearly two thousand cavalry rushed out at the same time, and suddenly the dust flew up.

Having left behind the prisoners and most of the baggage, the march was more than twice as fast. Olisses had already arranged for the scouts to follow the defeated army of Mukhan Timur, so as not to prevent the big fish from getting out of the hook. It's just a matter of time to put it in a bowl.

At this time, Timur was still struggling to compare the references along the way, trying to find the right direction as soon as possible, where would he know that the fate-chasing star behind him was coming.

"Na Yan, let's eat something. A guard brought a bowl of roasted horse meat and served it to Mukhan Timur to eat. The army continued to rout and fled, and the weight of grain and grass was long gone, and now it could only rely on killing a few wounded war horses.

Fortunately, after the defeat, there were not many soldiers left, and although most of the horse meat could only be eaten by some generals, the soldiers could barely satisfy their hunger by occasionally hunting some small beasts. Although he can't be full, he won't starve to death.

It's just that this diet can be dealt with for the time being, but as time goes on, some wounded soldiers can't stand it. At this moment in front of me, there are two pavilions of more than 1,000 people left behind, and more than forty percent of them have died of unbearable pain, but there are less than 500 people now.

Timur had been lying on the plow for a day, and at last he had regained some strength. He got up and wrapped the felt blanket on his body slightly, then reached out to take the pottery bowl and took a sip of the hot soup.

A mouthful of hot soup made his face slightly ruddy. After this internal injury, his body was inferior to ordinary people, and the cold air of early spring made him really difficult.

I directly reached out and chewed the horse meat, but fortunately, someone still had some salt with him, which finally gave the horse meat some salty taste. But it's just a piece of belly, and he can't swallow it anymore.

Horse meat is old firewood, and it is extremely difficult to eat. Mukhan Timur was no longer as able to endure hardships as he was when he was low, so he put down the bowl at the moment, raised his eyes and looked around, and sighed: "Can you find the direction? How many of us are left?"

The guards stared at the bowl of meat that was put down, and secretly swallowed their saliva, and then replied: "The direction is roughly brow-raising, but it needs to be further confirmed." As for the number of people......"

When the guard said this, he paused slightly, his face couldn't hide the gloom, and he said in a low voice: "There are still four hundred and eighty-two people who can still hold on with some minor injuries." ”

When Timur heard this, he felt that his heart suddenly hurt again, and his eyes couldn't help but turn black. When we set out that day, there were 10,000 troops, but now there are only more than 400 people, and even 500 is not enough. When he went back this time, he didn't have to sweat profusely, so he didn't have a face to live again.

He was stunned, his expression changed for a long time, and finally he smiled miserably, and was about to wave his hand to let the guards retreat, when suddenly a horse in front of him came galloping. Immediately, the knight's expression was panicked, and he had an indescribable look of fear and horror.

Timur chuckled in his heart, and his hand froze in the air, and his eyes stared at the comer.

"Nayan, thirty miles ahead, I found a group of cavalry quickly using. Calculate the time, I'm afraid I'm going to run into us in an instant. The man galloped near, and he did not even have time to get off the horse, so he hurriedly and loudly shouted.

The faces of all the guards next to him changed drastically, how could there be ambush soldiers here? Could it be that the Great Ming Qincha was a god, and even they could be counted as running here, and they also arranged for soldiers and horses to intercept them in advance......

Everyone looked at each other, and they all saw endless panic and despair in each other's eyes. Mukhan Timur was also shocked in his heart, but he tried to calm his mood and try not to show himself abnormally.

He is the commander of the three armies, and if he can't even hold it back, it will be a big deal. At present, only if you insist on holding on, you may still have the strength to fight and fight for a glimmer of life.

"Can you see how many people are on the other side?" he asked in a deep voice.

The scout was stunned, his mouth open but he didn't speak. It's been all this time, how can you bother to carefully check the number of people on the other side? It's too late in time.

I made it clear enough that the other party was not marching slowly, but rushing wildly. In that case, how do you let yourself scrutinize?

Muhan Timur also reacted, groaned slightly, and then his eyes flashed, and he turned his head and commanded in a deep voice: "Everyone is ready to fight, order all the wounded soldiers to move forward, retreat and behead!"

As soon as this order was given, everyone's faces suddenly changed greatly. This is clearly to let the wounded soldiers go to death, and use the death of the wounded soldiers to cause a little obstruction, in exchange for the time to deploy later.

This order cannot but be said to be the most suitable at the moment, but after all, it is too cruel, and it is the ferocious nature of these Mongolian soldiers, and at this moment I can't help but chill in my heart.

"Why don't you go quickly, do you want to die!" Seeing that everyone was stunned, Mukhan Timur couldn't help but suddenly become angry. He didn't know that this was too cruel, but the so-called Ci is not in charge of the troops, at this moment, where is there a better way? Those wounded soldiers can't stand it for long, so they just give full play to the last residual heat.

Only then did all the relatives and soldiers suddenly respond, and they all beat their horses and went away. Soon, there was a burst of screaming and scolding in the group, but after a few screams, the noise quickly died down. About 100 people supported each other, and rushed straight past the brigade with their respective blades in their hands.

Behind, the remaining more than 300 people barely formed a circular formation, and moved some stones and debris from the side of the road to block the front.

Just as the stones were piled up, the sound of hooves in front of me was heard like thunder, followed by a series of screams and screams. It's just strange that in the scream, in addition to the initial panic, there is more joy that can't be hidden.

Sticky Timur's face was suspicious, and he subconsciously tried to look, as the first few war horses in front of him got closer and closer, and the next moment, his eyes suddenly widened, and his face was full of disbelief.

"Odaiyoshi......" he muttered.