It's a fucking cold day in November.

Especially in the north, when the wind blows on the face at night, it is like a knife cutting through it, and it hurts.

Fang Xiaochun rubbed his palms, and complained while taking a breath of hot air to keep warm: "I said, Brother Wu, why haven't you made this fire for a long time?" Is this to chill us out? ”

Wu Fan, who was lighting a fire, turned his head and scolded with a smile: "What, are you kid itchy skin, do you want me to loosen it for you?" ”

Zhao Yuan, who was sitting between the two, hurriedly said: "You two don't say a word, have you forgotten the rules of our scouts, don't make trouble or spoil a big thing." ”

Fang Xiaochun pursed his lips and said very unconvinced: "Brother Zhao, you are too careful, can you still jump out of this wilderness?" ”

Wu Fan also smiled and said, "Xiao Chunzi is right. ”

Seeing that both of them said this, Zhao Yuan didn't say much, pulled out the plug on the cowhide bag and poured saliva.

"Gotcha, it's done!"

Under Wu Fan's hard work, the dead branches were finally ignited and a raging bonfire was lit.

Seeing this, Fang Xiaochun immediately leaned over here, and Wu Fan saw his dead face, and rolled his eyes angrily and said, "What's the matter, this will remind me of Lao Tzu?" ”

Fang Xiaochun rubbed his palms and said with a smile: "Didn't I joke with Brother Wu?" You don't know my personality yet? ”

Wu Fan spat out a mouthful of thick phlegm, and pretended to be angry: "Don't pretend to be confused with Lao Tzu, you kid pouts his stomach and wants to pull, Lao Tzu knows it clearly." ”

Fang Xiaochun pulled the corners of his mouth in embarrassment and glanced at Zhao Yuan.

Zhao Yuan had no choice but to clear his throat and play a round for the two.

"Okay, Lao Wu, Xiaochun just has a stinky mouth, what do you care about him."

"Hmph, for Lao Zhao's sake, Lao Tzu won't care about you."

Wu Fan didn't really hate Fang Xiaochun, but now he even got off the donkey and moved his ass out.

"Hehe, it's still Brother Wu who is good to me."

Fang Xiaochun sat next to Wu Fan without shame, and put his hands on the flame to roast his hands.

The three of them are all sentries in the scout camp of the Ming army under Gao Jie's department, and they have carried out tasks together many times, and they are very familiar with each other, so they don't take each other to heart when they joke with each other.

Especially Zhao Yuan and Wu Fan, both of whom are from Mizhi, Shaanxi, and have known each other for more than ten years.

Fang Xiaochun joined later, but he also had a full seven years of friendship with Zhao and Wu.

The three of them used a horse spoon to stir up the rice and eat, not as brothers as brothers.

The most important thing as a scout is to trust the robe. Because often come out to reconnoiter the enemy's situation will encounter a lot of danger, it is likely to encounter danger alone, but if there is a robe to save you, you can often save the danger.

Zhao Yuan and Fang Xiaochun had encountered danger, and in the end, they relied on Wu Fan to pull them back from the ghost gate.

The three of them chatted while roasting the fire, and the atmosphere was very harmonious.

Suddenly, there was a sound of horses' hooves in the distance, and the three of them heard it almost simultaneously.

Wu Fan gritted his teeth and directly extinguished the fire that had just been lit, and pulled out the knife with a bang.

"You two are a little excited, and you will act according to the eyes of our Lao Tzu in a while."

Since there is movement in the distance, the bonfire must be extinguished as soon as possible.

Otherwise, when people see the fire, they will be vigilant and prepare in advance.

Zhao Yuan and Fang Xiaochun both nodded.

The three of them have cooperated for many years to go out to investigate the military situation, and they have long been very tacit, and they can understand what the other party wants to do with one look.

The three of them crouched on the ground, their heads exposed, and their eyes stared into the distance.

But the night was dark, and there was no firelight to illuminate them, and they couldn't see far at all, and even if they had round eyes, they could only see at most fifty paces away.

In the middle of the night, someone suddenly rode through the mountains, and it would definitely not be an ordinary businessman.

In Wu Fan's view, there are only two possibilities for the identity of the person who came, one is the local bandit horse bandit, and the other is the sentry rider of the Tartar.

No matter which possibility it is, if there are too many people, it will be extremely disadvantageous to Wu Fan and the others.

Wu Fan put his ear to the yellow earth.

"Stomp, stomp!"

Listening to the voice, it should be three or five horses, not a large group of people.

Wu Fan breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhao Yuan and Fang Xiaochun also pressed their ears tightly to the ground, holding the handle of the knife tightly with one hand, ready to draw the knife desperately at any time.

Compared with other soldiers, the soldiers of the reconnaissance cavalry battalion have to face more emergencies and encounter more dangers, so those who can be selected into the reconnaissance cavalry battalion are the elite of the soldiers.

In terms of the ability to fight alone, Wu Fan, Zhao Yuan, and Fang Xiaochun are all leaders in Gao Jie's army.

In terms of cooperation, the three of them are very tacit.

Wheel trust, the three can give their backs to each other.

As long as it is a squad of less than 10 people, they are confident that they can win in the fight.

"Stomp, stomp!"

The sound of horses' hooves was getting closer, and all three held their breath.

Suddenly, in the darkness, several bright spots suddenly flashed.

It's a torch!

After another moment, Wu Fan and the others saw more clearly.

The people who came were none other than the three horsemen, all of whom rode low brown Mongolian horses and whipped them forward.

By the light of the torches, Wu Fan and the others could clearly see the bright foreheads of the three people who came to them, as well as the money rat tail that was swinging on the back of their heads.

It's a tartar!

Now they can finally determine the identity of the person who came.

Needless to say, these people must be the Scouts of the Tartars.

The Ming army can send scouts, and so can the Tartars.

The Tartars only had three horsemen, and there were as many people as Wu Fan and others. Wu Fan has already moved to kill, he wants to stop all these three Tartars, and leave a living mouth to ask about the military situation.

Wu Fan glanced at Zhao Yuan and Fang Xiaochun respectively, and both of them nodded.

If it had been a year ago, they would never have dared to take the initiative to seek war with the Tartars. At that time, they were as fearful of the Tartars as the other soldiers in the Gaojie army.

The so-called Eight Banners is less than 10,000, and 10,000 are invincible.

The Ming army was basically chased and ran against the Eighth Banner Army, and it was even more difficult to win in the field.

But since the victory in Texas, the morale of the Ming army has been greatly boosted. You must know that Qin Gongming, the general soldier of Texas, led his troops to cut down thousands of true Tartars and two Tartars.

Both generals and ordinary soldiers began to think that the previous fear of the Eight Banners Army was a bit blind, and the strength of the Eight Banners Army was exaggerated.

When Gao Jie went on the Northern Expedition, Wu Fan, Zhao Yuan, and Fang Xiaochun followed the army all the way north, linking the cities of Henan Province, and their morale was like a rainbow.

Although the defenders of the city were all green camp troops, not real Tartars, they also gave the Ming army a lot of confidence. They began to believe that even if they really encountered the Eight Banners Army, as long as they dared to fight, they could still defeat the enemy and win.

Wu Fan took a deep breath, pulled out an arrow from the quiver, and put it on the string.

They only get one chance!

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