Zhuo Erbi was going to run to the war horse to get a weapon, whether it was a Mongolian scimitar or a bow and arrow, otherwise he would not be tied up?

Where is Wang Zhanpeng willing to give him another chance, and laughed: "Don't admit defeat yet?" Still want to run? Don't blame Lao Tzu for being ruthless! ”

He drove his horse forward and struck Zhuo Erbi on the calf with the back of his knife, only to hear a scream from Karaqin Taiji and fall out five steps, and then hold his calf and weep.

Obviously, Wang Zhanpeng discounted Zhuo Erbi's calf this time, and this kid finally had no chance to escape.

Wang Zhanpeng, who was in a good mood, let out a wolf-like howl, and he actually captured the Karaqin general Zhuoerbi alive, this kid is still a big Taiji, and it is natural to get the first major merit.

After rolling on the ground for a while, Zhuo Erbi recovered from the great pain, and he still did not give up his efforts to escape, and said in a trembling voice:

"Hero, this Tai Ji family is rich, you are willing to let me go back to Qingcheng with me, this Tai Ji will offer 10,000 taels of gold, and will also offer a hundred beauties."

Wang Zhanpeng laughed and said: "Lord Taiji, save it, is Lao Tzu a fool?" Go back with you to get the golden beauty? Is it possible? Nine times out of ten, you will be torn to pieces. ”

Zhuoerbi swore and said: "Ben Tai Ji is the king of Karaqin, and Ben Tai Ji swears by immortality......

Wang Zhanpeng was impatient and interrupted: "Okay, okay, wait until you see Lao Tzu's mentor and swear again!" See if he spares your life. ”

……

The field battle in the south of Qingcheng came to an end, and the Karaqin Tartars lost more than 2,000 horsemen, and only eight or nine hundred horsemen were able to escape.

At least three of them were wounded, and one percent should have been injured not lightly, and even if they managed to persist in escaping back to Qingcheng, they should have lost their combat effectiveness.

While 1,000 soldiers were cleaning up the battlefield, the infantry of the "Red Banner Army" did not stop, they left behind 300 carts, and all the infantry who were not equipped with war horses took turns pushing 560 wheelbarrows to continue the march.

Perhaps some of the infantry of the "Red Banner Army" were more or less apprehensive before this battle, but everyone was relaxed and happy at this time.

They had already proven their fighting prowess, and understood that the seemingly ferocious enemy cavalry was as fragile as paper paste under fire.

At this time, the nerves of the bird-casses were so nervous that as long as there were wheelbarrows in front of the position to hinder the enemy's cavalry charge, they would be calm in the face of the attack of 5,000 Tartars.

This is the call to victory! The morale of the army that is constantly winning is like a rainbow!

Before I knew it, it was already afternoon, the winter sun was too short, and the sun was about to set, so Huang Han was ready to choose a sunny slope to camp in a place close to Qingcheng forty or fifty miles.

The knights who pursued the defeated army of Karaqin came back one after another, and most of them led the captured horses, and immediately carried leather armor, iron armor, bows and arrows, and so on.

When it was completely dark, dozens of knights gathered around Wang Zhanpeng and returned.

At this time, the infantry camp had been set up, most of the cavalry had returned to the camp, and the robes were cheered and thunderous when they learned that Wang Zhanpeng had captured Dataiji from Karaqin and returned to the camp.

At the instigation of Hanzi, dozens of officials rushed up to pull Wang Zhanpeng off the war horse and lift him up, and Hanzi shouted: "One, two, three! Immediately, Wang Zhanpeng was thrown high.

Wang Zhanpeng shouted: "Da Lang, Da Lang, his subordinates are merciful, the subordinate can't stand this, he is very dizzy!" ”

Hanzi and Song Pengfei, Yang Danian and other officials didn't care if he was dizzy or not, and he threw it nine times, and finally stopped tossing after being stopped by Huang Han.

Unable to stand and embarrassed, Zhuo Erbi was thrown in front of Huang Han and straightened his upper body with all his might, he wanted to leave the last shred of dignity.

Huang Han said quietly: "Good and evil will be rewarded in the end, only to fight for early and late." Your Excellency helped to lead the way for Jiannu in the abuse, when you burned, killed and looted in my Daming Pass, did you ever think of today? ”

Zhuo Erbi said stiffly: "If you want to kill, you have to listen to the respect, and don't say much!" ”

"If this official doesn't kill you, this official will take you back to Daming and let thousands of Han people who have been harmed by you judge you."

Huang Han was unwilling to talk to this dying man, waved his hand, and the fool who liked to make trouble mentioned Zhuoerbi like an eagle catching a chicken, and suddenly touched Zhuoerbi's broken leg, and the kid immediately let out a scream like killing a pig.

Han Zi was happy and scolded: "Why are you turtle grandson so loud? Does it really hurt? Does it hurt here? Saying that, he deliberately kicked at the broken leg of Zhuoerbi.

Zhuo Erbi rolled his eyes in pain, and said: "It's not a good man who tortures people!" ”

At this time, more than a dozen warriors whose homes had been destroyed by the Tartars surrounded them, and they had some exchanges with Taiyoshi-sama......

It didn't take long for Zoerbi to turn into a confession: "Ah...... Mercy on all heroes, your master will personally say that he will spare my life, oops, oops......"

Huang Han saw that this Tai Ji had put himself in the right position before he spoke again: "Don't kill that guy, we have to keep him at noon to sacrifice his prisoner, and let the medical soldiers pick up his broken leg!" ”

Zhuo Erbi, who was thrown in front of Huang Han again, was distracted, and he knelt down and crawled a few steps to Huang Han's feet and begged: "The adults are gracious, and the small ones are willing to surrender to the Ming Dynasty and serve the Ming Dynasty from now on." ”

Huang Han smiled: "Yes! In a few days, the official will take you back to Beijing to face the saint, and the great tomorrow will be merciful, and it is estimated that he will accept your surrender, and maybe he will give you a canonization. ”

……

It didn't take long for most of the laborers who had finished cleaning the battlefield to rush to the camp with a fully loaded wheelbarrow and a war horse.

At this moment, there was no fear of the unknown with the army, because everyone saw with their own eyes that it should be the main force of Karaqin, and more than 3,000 cavalry attacked the infantry formation of the "Red Banner Army".

The laborers did not know that the reason for such heavy casualties was that the Karaqin people did not adapt to the new tactics and suffered a rash loss, and if they had only sent three hundred-man teams to carry out harassing attacks, the "Red Banner Army" would not have gained much even if it had won.

Now it is not only the labor that thinks that the main general Zhizhu is in the hands, and it is only a matter of time before the Karaqin people defeat and seize Qingcheng, and even the soldiers of the "Red Banner Army" think that if the Karaqin people do not choose to flee away, there is only a dead end waiting for them.

As night fell, the camp of the "Red Banner Army" was full of laughter and laughter, and the aroma of wine mixed with the smell of roasted whole sheep permeated the entire camp.

Many of the laborers who had heard that they had captured the Karaqin Tataiji rushed to see the excitement, and they saw Zhuoerbi huddled in the corner of the yurt like a puddle of mud.

Seeing the Ming army pointing at the Tatars with fearful eyes, many people who had a blood feud with the Tartars gave up their plans to beat him.

The young cadets have preached that the Tartars are all paper tigers, and even their kings are kneeling at the feet of our mentor and trembling, crying and shouting for surrender.

The news was all the more encouraging, and the warriors and laborers now looked down on the Tartars who fought for the tigers, and they looked forward to the battle that was to come tomorrow.