"Half of the slaves have passed, let's go!"

A guerrilla of the Dongjiang Army, called Chenglu, lay in the dense forest, looking at the Jiannu convoy slowly passing in front of him, impatient.

Mao Chenglu, the adopted son of Mao Wenlong, the chief soldier of Phi Island, is currently a guerrilla of the Right Association of Dongjiang Town, responsible for commanding the adopted sons, adopted grandsons and family members of the Mao family, with a total of more than 200 people.

Mao Chenglu has been martial arts since he was a child, and his prestige in the army is second only to Mao Wenlong, and the people of Jianzhou call him "Mao Da".

"What's the hurry?" Mao Wenlong smiled, motioned for everyone to hold their breath and continue to wait.

After a short time, the blue-clothed infantry and vest Tartar soldiers in front of the Jiannu convoy all walked away, and a carriage slowly drove up, followed by four Tartar soldiers in white swaying armor.

"White-armored soldiers..."Mao Wenlong hehehe, "Brothers, we are lucky, this is a treasure." ”

"Go up and cut them down!" Mao Chenglu said again.

Hearing him say this, Mao Wenlong had a cruel smile on his face.

"The white-armored soldiers are the personal guards of the old slaves, and the slaves and thieves are only hundreds per banner, and I am more concerned about the people in this carriage."

When the carriage slowly approached the front, all the soldiers of the Dongjiang Army clenched their fists.

Mao Wenlong stood up and said in a loud voice: "Troops, follow me to kill slaves to repay the kindness of the Holy Son of Heaven!" ”

At the sound of an order, the Dongjiang army, which had been in ambush for a long time, jumped out from all directions.

I don't know who the convoy is guarding, when the Dongjiang Army rushed out on the first day, the slaves and thieves scattered in panic, and seemed to be greatly shocked by the appearance of the Ming army here.

But it didn't take long for the blue-armored horse team in front to organize a group of Tartar soldiers to turn back, and a slave thief led by him waved a tiger-headed broadsword, saying something with teeth and claws.

"This entire convoy is actually a real slave!" Mao Wenlong soon noticed the unusual thing about the Jiannu convoy, he laughed a few times, and called:

"Where is Chenglu?"

"Mao Chenglu is here!" The next moment, a strong man rode his horse, already carrying a bloody skull of a white-armored Tartar soldier in his hand.

"Lead my family's Ding pro-army to meet the attack!"

"Yes!" Mao Chenglu answered, ordered more than 200 family soldiers who followed the sea in the early years, all of them got on their horses, and greeted the more than 500 blue-armored slave thieves who had turned back.

The soldiers fought to the death to stop the momentum of the blue-armored slaves.

Then, Mao Chenglu led more than 200 Dongjiang cavalry to rumble up, unstoppable, and in the blink of an eye, it was already dark with the slave cavalry.

After not staying for a long time, there were twice as many slaves and horsemen as the Ming army, and those who were killed were defeated, and the Tartar cavalry was even more frightened and abandoned their armor and fled.

"Want to go?" Mao Chenglu sneered a few times, slapped his horse and went up, and after several pursuits, he finally cut the Tartar under the horse with one sword.

On the battlefield, the sound of killing was everywhere, and a soldier of the Dongjiang Army rushed forward, raised his sword, and cut a Tartar soldier who stopped him in two.

Suddenly, the intestines flowed down the ground.

The speed at which the Dongjiang army dealt with this Jiannu horse team was very fast, and the more than 500 slave cavalry that turned back in front were routed again, and the battle gradually came to an end.

Mao Wenlong pulled the knife back from a Jiannu, and overheard a family member report: "Mao Shuai, those white slaves, desperately guarding the carriage to prevent us from approaching." ”

"Let's go, let's go!" Mao Wenlong laughed.

After that, Mao Wenlong rushed to the vicinity of the carriage and found that there were already many corpses of Tartar soldiers lying here.

Around the carriage, only two scarred white-armored Tartar soldiers were left fighting the trapped beasts, desperately protecting the carriage.

"Don't move in the carriage, catch it alive!"

The two white-armored Tartars glanced at each other, said a few words in Tatar, and then roared, ripped off the helmet on their heads, exposed their braids, and roared and rushed towards Mao Wenlong.

Mao Wenlong naturally knew what they were thinking, and he had encountered such a situation hundreds of times.

He stood still, not moving, just holding his hand tightly on the steel knife.

When the two Tartar soldiers rushed in front of him, Mao Wenlong first raised his foot and kicked one over, and then raised his big knife, slashing the other white-armored Tartar soldier back again and again.

"Kill!"

The remaining soldiers of the Dongjiang Army were all inspired by the bravery of the main general, and stepped forward with swords and guns, and the two white-armored Tartar soldiers resisted stubbornly, but they gradually lost their support and were cut into pulp by random knives.

"Clean up the battlefield, this place should not stay for a long time!"

Mao Wenlong coldly gave an order, then picked up the blood-stained knife and lifted the curtain of the carriage.

Immediately, he laughed a few times.

When Mao Chenglu and the others heard the news, they all looked at each other and smiled.

There were only two people desperately guarding this Jiannu convoy, a beautiful woman dressed in traditional Jianzhou costumes, and a little girl who was only five or six years old trembling in her arms.

Both of them are real slaves.

"Bring it out!" Mao Wenlong felt that the identities of these two people were not simple, and as soon as he finished speaking, he heard the woman say in fluent Chinese:

"If you let go of our mother and daughter, I am willing to pay a reward of ten taels of gold!"

Mao Wenlong didn't reply, he directly dragged out the Jianzhou woman with one hand, watched her staggering and kneeling at his feet, and sneered:

"What I met today is the person of the Zhenglan Banner, who belongs to the three banners of Jianzhou, if I remember correctly, the current flag owner should be Mang Gurtai."

"Mang Gurtai?" Mao Chenglu was picking up the little girl horizontally, and the knot was tied with a rope, and when he heard this, he frowned and said:

"This dog Tartar is the most brutal and vengeful, in order to offer favor to Nurhachi, he even killed his own mother, he is simply not human."

"This girl is a small one, and she can be escorted by the people of the Blue Banner to come to Hetuala, and Mang Gurtai also sent four white-armored Tartar soldiers, it seems that she must be the noble of Jianzhou."

Saying that, Mao Chenglu said: "If this woman is arrested, we and Jianzhou will be undying enemies." ”

"Today's emperor... Is it worth it? ”

Mao Wenlong glanced at him when he heard this, and asked rhetorically: "Where did I, the chief soldier, come from?" It was sealed by the Holy Son of Heaven! ”

"You ask me if it's worth it? Let me tell you, even if all of our Dongjiang army died outside the Saiwai, it would be worth it! ”

"Don't mention this again!"

Mao Chenglu nodded, took a deep breath, and said, "Then it's better to completely tear your face with the thief, and don't put your head on the belt of your pants anyway." ”

"I only hope that the current emperor will not forget our Dongjiang Town, which is lonely overseas!"

......

Nurhachi poured out of the nest, led a heavy army, first Kepu River, and then fell into Shenyang, You Shigong, He Shixian, the two total forces died in battle.

Just when Nurha Chizhi was complacent and planned to take advantage of the victory to capture Liaoyang, he heard that the nest was taken advantage of by Mao Wenlong again, and turned angrily, even Shenyang, who had just gotten his hands.

The reason for this is naturally that two important people are lost.

A few days later, a team of about 1,000 yellow-armored horses galloped in, followed by thousands of blue, white, and red infantry Tartar soldiers.

As soon as they arrived here, the Jiannu army began a carpet search, gathering more and more people, and the mountains were full of Jiannu flags.

"Find! Dig three feet into the ground to find Mukush! Nurhachi's eyes were red with anger, and the Blue Banner Banner Master Mang Gurtai was even more frightened.

After all, Mukush was escorted by him, and if something happened in his hometown, it was a shame that everyone was thrown to the doorstep.

At this moment, he only hoped that Mukush's mother and daughter were not captured by Mao Wenlong.

Not long after, a Huangjia slave rode back on a pat horse and said, "Qi Qi Great Khan, I have found the carriage where Princess Heshuo is riding!" ”