On November 20, the fifth year of Chongzhen, Jiayin, the tiger and the monkey, the north.

Qin Chuan rode his horse up a mountain beam, looking not far away, the long convoy of the Fan family struggling to climb up another mountain beam in the south amid the shouting and scolding and the neighing of mules and horses.

It wasn't too late, and most of the Fan family's grain transport team was still in the ravine below.

Batu said that the mountain beam where the grain transport team is located is called Lion Beam, which is named because it runs north-south and looks like a lion guarding the gate on the left and right of another mountain beam in the east.

The lion ditch under the lion beam is the most spacious and straight ravine in the vicinity, running north-south, and is an important passage between Yatouguan and Guihua City.

And the mountain beam where the Guan Emperor's army stands, called Zhengmao Liang, is far away from the lion beam and is stuck on the north side of the lion ditch.

"Dismount and rest for two quarters of an hour, feed the mount some beans, and feed all the chickens and duck eggs."

"Zhao Wu, let Batu find someone from his clan who can speak Manchu and looks like a Jurchen person to come out, go over and talk to the people of the Fan family, shout louder, and say that the warriors of the Dajin Kingdom have come to escort them, let them not be afraid."

"Li Dingliang, send someone to go around and connect with Luo Wentian's people, so that they can attack from the east immediately."

"Bobcat, go to the back of the convoy to find Lao Huang and ask him to make some movement over there."

After Qin Chuan kept the surrounding terrain in mind, he turned over and dismounted, and issued orders in an orderly manner.

"Big boss, look at the appearance of the Fan family, are you watching out for us, will we kill it directly or what?" Liu Youzhu leaned over and asked.

Qin Chuan nodded: "There is no other way, when Luo Wentian's people come over and make a big noise, we will kill Luo Wentian's people, and then turn to the lion ditch halfway, cut off the convoy, and take the hundreds of grain trucks in the lion ditch first." ”

"The big guys come over and set the route and their respective duties."

As he spoke, Qin Chuan picked up a stone and carefully arranged the task while drawing on the ground.

On the side of the Fan family's convoy, after seeing a group of cavalry suddenly appear in Zhengmaoliang in the north, the entire convoy was in turmoil.

The Fan family's 1,000 Ding Nursing Homes were divided into three teams, one team had already gone up to the Lion Beam and was building a defense line with a grain truck circle.

One team was still in the lion ditch, in the middle of the convoy, and the other team was at the end of the convoy.

The most serious disturbance was in the middle of the convoy, and the coachmen who had not had time to get on the mule carts on the Lion Beam saw the dense cavalry on the mountain beam to the north, so they were so frightened that they threw down the mule carts and ran towards the Lion Beam with a wolf howl.

Even the team of guards in the middle ran up to Lion Liang in a panic, for fear that the cavalry of Zhengmaoliang would suddenly kill them and cut them.

The riot soon spread to the rear end of the convoy, where the drivers and nurses also ran around in panic, some towards Shishiliang, others in the direction of Lao Niuwan in the south.

Most of these coachmen were hired temporarily, and half of the 1,000 guards were hired temporarily, except for less than a hundred horse bandits, the rest were all ruffians and hungry people, who were simply unreliable.

Fan Yongdou's face turned blue with anger, raised his horsewhip and scolded loudly, and sent the two hundred most elite and loyal nurses under his command out to suppress them, so that he could barely drive back those who were running around, but there were still dozens of coachmen and nurses who ran away.

At this time, among the cavalry of Zhengmaoliang, two knights, one dressed as a Jin soldier and the other as a Mongolian, rode their horses close to the grain team, and the two shouted in Manchu and Mongolian respectively.

"He said that they are the warriors of the Dajin Kingdom, and they were sent by Lord Mele Ezhen Ahsan of the Naturalization City to meet us, so that we should not be afraid."

"He also said that a few days ago, there was a group of Lin Dan Khan's remnants in this area, pretending to be the Horqin Department to loot everywhere, so that we can all pay attention."

Some nurses and coachmen who knew Manchu and Mongolian translated to the people next to them.

After knowing that the other party was a warrior of the Jin Kingdom, those guards and coachmen breathed a sigh of relief, and they all put their minds at ease and stood by in place, waiting for Master Fan's next order.

Fan Yongdou was a little suspicious.

The two cavalrymen who came to talk looked no different from the Jurchens and the Mongols, and their accents were also very correct, so there was no doubt that they should be Jurchens and Mongols.

Moreover, they said that the Mongols in the east were pretended to be the remnants of Lin Dan Khan, which seemed to have some truth, except for the remnants of Lin Dan Khan, he really couldn't think of that tribe so bold and reckless, daring to pretend to be the Horqin tribe to plunder everywhere.

It seems that the cavalry of Zhengmaoliang should be the army of the Dajin Kingdom.

But Fan Yongdou was still very cautious, and did not let his subordinates contact the guard, and only sent people to Zhengmaogou to connect with the other party, and once again confirm whether the other party's men and horses were Jurchens.

His people failed to go up the Zhengmao ditch, and they were stopped halfway up the mountain, and they were driven back after answering each other.

Therefore, Fan Yongdou became suspicious again, and secretly reminded his guards to pay attention to vigilance, and asked the convoy to continue to transport food to Shishiliang, and first form a formation to protect themselves.

The cavalry on the Zhengmao beam did not react, and continued to feed the horses in place to rest.

About a quarter of an hour later, a spy suddenly rushed to him, and from a distance he tore his throat and shouted: "Enemy attack! Enemy attack! An enemy army came to the east, and it was coming soon. ”

Fan Yongdou was shocked, and subconsciously opened his mouth and shouted: "Formation!" Formation! Fight in battle. ”

But the guards and coachmen under his command fled in all directions in a mess again.

At this moment, a puff of dust and smoke suddenly rose from the east, accompanied by the roar of the horse's hooves, and rolled towards the lion beam.

Immediately afterwards, dust and smoke rose from the south, and it seemed that a small group of cavalry was approaching them.

"Resist with a round formation of grain carts and hold the grain carts!"

Seeing the nursing home and the coachman running in all directions, Fan Yongdou hurriedly sent the elite nursing home to suppress it again, while roaring hoarsely.

Fan Sanpao also rode back and forth, pulling his throat and roaring loudly, not whipping those scurrying coachmen with a horsewhip.

The middle section of the convoy is closest to the lion beam, how Ren Fan Yongdou roars, how Ren Fan beats the three dials, and there are still many nurses and coachmen who run up the mountain beam and get into the round array of grain trucks that have not yet been formed.

For them, it's the safest.

As long as he can save his life, it doesn't matter how his owner whips and abuses.

In contrast, the escape at the end of the convoy was not so serious, because the coachman and the guard at the end of the convoy had no time to get on the Lion Beam, so they had to surround hundreds of grain trucks in a circle according to what Master Fan explained before departure, preparing to use the cover of the grain carts to resist the enemy.

At this time, on the north side of Zhengmaoliang, a Manchu "kill" sound suddenly sounded.

Immediately afterwards, about 500 cavalry rushed down from the ridge and along the lion ditch to intercept the enemy to the east, which was in thick smoke.

It seems that they are going to block that enemy for the Fan family.

Seeing this, the Fan family's nurses and coachmen cheered one after another, cheering and shouting for the heroic friendly soldiers.

"Three, you take some people down, go to the middle of the convoy to personally direct the defense, let them guard against that cavalry, don't let the other party get close to the grain truck within fifty steps, go quickly."

Fan Yongdou was faintly uneasy, and hurriedly shouted at Fan San.

He always felt that it might not be that simple.

"Yes."

Fan Sanpao also faintly felt that something was wrong, answered, and then led dozens of horsemen to gallop towards the lion ditch at the bottom of the mountain.

Their father and son's instincts were right.

The Mongol cavalry to the east soon showed its true colors.

About two hundred people, walking side by side, all of them dragged a bundle of branches behind their mounts, dragging thick smoke on the ground, like a battle of thousands of people.

At this time, the cavalry of 500 men in Zhengmaoliang had already entered the lion ditch, and was only a hundred paces away from the grain cart in the middle of the convoy.

They seemed to be going to intercept and kill the Mongolian army in the east, but in fact, they were getting closer and closer to the grain carts of the Fan family's convoy, and soon they had reached a distance of 100 paces.

At this moment, before Fan Sanpao arrived, those coachmen and nurses were enthusiastically cheering for the friendly troops passing in front of them, unaware of the approaching danger.

"It's over."

Fan Yongdou's face turned pale and blurted out.

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the cavalry suddenly turn inward, and slash at the group of fools who were cheering them warmly.

The nurses and the coachmen were all gone.

Why did the friendly army that he was cheering just now suddenly kill with great vigour?

Before they could react, the friendly army entered fifty paces and drew one thing in unison: javelins about three feet long.

"Formation! Formation! ”

Fan San, who was a step late, roared hoarsely.

The nurses and coachmen suddenly woke up, and suddenly dispersed as if they had exploded.

Some ran around like headless flies, some trembled and overwhelmed, and some hurried to catch the mule cart, their circle was less than half over, and there was still a big gap.

For cavalry, a distance of fifty paces is a blink of an eye.

Qin Chuan still took the lead, and just after fifty steps, he threw the javelin in his hand hard.

The sound of five hundred javelins in the air was so piercing that it was like a ghost crying wolf, or like the sky was about to be torn apart, revealing a void large enough to devour everything, and screaming to suck the humble human into a state from which it would never recover.

When the javelin fell, the hemp bags on the grain cart were whizzing through the barn, splashing golden grain flying in all directions, and it looked beautiful in the afterglow of dusk.

It was accompanied by screams that almost resounded through the sky.

In the middle of the Fan family's convoy, there were less than 400 nursing homes, and there were more than 200 coachmen.

Most of these homes were unarmoured, and the only wooden shield they had was too thin and small to be of great use, and the casualties were extremely heavy under javelin fire.

After the two rounds of javelins, there were no more living people in the clearing, and the guards and coachmen who had narrowly escaped the catastrophe all hid behind the grain trucks.

The five hundred cavalry led by Qin Chuan met almost no resistance and rushed straight into the unfinished circular formation.

"Weapon-bearer, die! Those who surrender on their knees, live! ”

Qin Chuan stood in the middle of the circle formation, looked coldly at those who were hiding behind the grain cart, and said word by word.

Five hundred of his men swarmed toward the grain carts.

The coachmen fell to their knees, trembling and kowtowing and begging for mercy.

Seeing that the situation was not right, the surviving 200 nursing homes threw down their weapons and knelt on the ground to beg for mercy, but many of them still got out of the gaps in the grain carts of the circle and galloped towards the lion beam.

Liu Youzhu, Zhao Wu and others led part of the Guan Emperor's army to catch up, and nailed them to death one by one with javelins and bows and arrows.

Qin Chuan took off the warm helmet of Jiannu on his head and looked towards Lion Liang.

On the lion beam, Fan Yongdou's face was pale, his body trembled slightly from time to time, but his eyes were staring at him.

The Fan family convoy has been divided into two, there are still more than 300 nursing homes on the lion beam, and there are still about 300 at the end of the convoy.

The Fan family is going to be unlucky today.

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