In the chaos of the camp, he glanced at the fire dragon again with regret, and Battelle threw the torch onto a cart, picked up a bag of grain, whistled in his mouth, and rushed out of the camp with his horse.

Niu Venus, who was setting fire everywhere, heard Battle's whistle, and immediately turned his horse and followed Battle towards the outside of the camp.

Is this a success?

How does Bull Venus feel so unreal.

What about the other party's open and dark whistles?

It doesn't seem to have been touched by the Zalut, but it wasn't arranged at all, right?

How could they have allowed us to get so close to the camp so easily?

The scream before the charge was from their sentry, right?

How could they raise the alarm so late.

Also, they have so many big cars, why didn't they even line up a tight formation, so they let us rush in so easily?

How could there be such chaos in their camp?

It was all over the place, more chaotic than a horse thief's camp.

If it weren't for the fact that the horse was not too fast, the equestrian skills would be passable, but I was afraid that he would trip and fall in the camp.

And, there's ......

Can this also be called a camp?

Thinking back to everything he saw in the camp, Niu Jinxing couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly.

Rushing out of the caravan camp, the Zarut warriors threw away most of their torches as planned, and quickly disappeared into the night of the steppe under the cover of darkness.

No one in the caravan's camp noticed that the attackers had quietly withdrawn, and chaos was still spreading.

Get down, lie down on the spot, and those who run around die.

The White Banner soldiers, led by Yingordai, lined up in a tight formation and began to quell the confusion of the caravan from the camp.

In the night, Ying Ordai did not dare to be careless. He kept his eyes on all sides, ready to fight to the death with the attackers lurking on the side.

As far as Ingordai could see, anyone who called out three times and did not lie down was his enemy.

At this moment, the coachmen, porters and guards of the Fan family's caravan were all moldy.

Ying Ordai commanded, but the Jurchen soldiers of the White Banner of the Later Jin Zhengzong, they really didn't know Chinese.

By the time Yingordai discovered this huge oversight, a large number of caravans of Han people had already fallen under the sword and arrow of the white flag.

As the soldiers of the Zhengbai Banner changed to shout in Chinese, under the iron-fisted suppression of Ying Ordai, the chaos of the Fan family's caravan finally calmed down.

From the beginning of the chaos to the end of the chaos, Fan Yongdou was always in the protection of his closest trust, and he never showed up.

After rounding the caravan camp and making sure that there were no more attackers, Inordai allowed the caravan personnel to start fighting the fire.

"Proprietor Fan, you can come out, it's okay now."

Ying Erdai came to Fan Yongdou's guard circle and greeted him respectfully.

Seeing that the chaos had completely subsided, Fan Yongdou walked out of the tight guard of the guards.

Seeing the camp strewn with corpses at a glance, Fan Yongdou couldn't help but vomit.

Fan Yongdou never imagined that he would see such a tragic battlefield scene.

Thinking of Fang Cai's scene, Fan Yongdou was terrified.

Fan Yongdou is 38 years old, and he has been running on this grassland for more than 20 years, and he has never encountered such a dangerous scene.

Their Fan family's caravan had been trading on the grassland for many years, and he had never encountered such a ferocious attack.

In Fan Yongdou's memory, the caravan encountered such a large-scale attack, and it only existed in the legends of his ancestors.

Since the opening of the market in Zhangjiakou, Wang, Fan, Jin, Liang, Tian, Zhai, and Huang have formed a business alliance and monopolized the trade of large sums of materials in the grassland.

Although in the trade routes for most of the Mongols, the eight of them were inevitably a little dirty; But externally, the eight of them can still act in unison.

In the first year of the Apocalypse, a small caravan of more than 100 people of the Tian family was attacked, and the eight families also worked together to force Yongshao Bu and Wuliangha, two Mongolian tribes, to attack and completely kill the horse thief.

How long has it been since all the horse thieves in the steppe forgotten?

With a caravan of such a size as their Fan family, there were even horse thieves who dared to attack them.

While vomiting, Fan Yongdou was ruthless in his heart.

This time, we must let the Korqin Ministry and the Khalkha Ministry give themselves an explanation.

Seeing Fan Yongdou vomiting in that nest, a trace of disdain flashed in Ying Erdai's eyes.

This Fan family caravan is actually a big fat pig, and their guards have no real combat effectiveness, I really don't know how they survived in the grassland.

"Proprietor Fan, it's not too safe here. Why don't you go to our camp and rest for a while, and then come back after dawn to clean up the mess? ”

Although he looked down on Fan Yongdou in his heart, Ying Erdai still politely invited Fan Yongdou.

After Fan Wencheng's reminder, Yingordai already understood in his heart. This grain and this Fan family are all related to Huang Taiji's major affairs, and he can't neglect them.

Ying Erdai didn't expect that Fan Yongdou, who seemed to be a wretch, rejected his invitation very simply.

"Thank you, General, for your kindness. Now that the thieves have retreated, the camp will not go in. Just wait here for the dawn. ”

suffered a catastrophe at first, and Fan Yongdou is also very worried about the Jurchens now.

In the gap of the guards just now, Fan Yongdou saw the means of restoring order in Yingordai.

These Jurchens killed his men, no worse than the attacking thieves.

Maybe the Jurchens killed more than those horse thieves.

Seeing that Fan Yongdou insisted on not entering the camp, Ying Erdai could only reluctantly go back to inform Fan Wencheng.

After receiving the report from Yingordai, Fan Wencheng quickly rushed out of the camp, and he smiled and said to Fan Yongdou:

"The night is long, in this situation, I'm afraid that Fan Dongzhu has no intention of sleeping now, right? Why don't I accompany the proprietor to drink two glasses, so that the proprietor can avoid the cold. ”

Seeing Fan Wencheng smiling so attentively, Fan Yongdou's heart slowly calmed down.

"Quick, hurry up and clean up a neat place for the proprietor."

With Fan Wencheng's order, the soldiers of the white flag quickly cleared a clean area in the messy camp.

New tents were quickly erected, and supplies were brought from the camp.

When everything was cleaned up, Fan Wencheng waved his hand and commanded loudly: "You guys go, it's enough to have Fan Dongzhu's guards here." ”

Seeing that Fan Wencheng drove all the white flag soldiers back without care, all the guards left around him were familiar to him.

Fan Yongdou's heart finally let go.

"Lord Fan, my tent is a little simple, and I ask Lord Fan to take care of it."

Observing that Fan Yongdou's face relaxed, Fan Wencheng smiled politely.

Picking up the wine brought by Fan Wencheng, Fan Yongdou drank it all.

The wine that Fan Wencheng brought was not good, and the spicy smell of wine made Fan Yongdou cough for a while, but this smell of wine also made Fan Yongdou's brain start working again.