As the Varat cavalry drew nearer, the sound of laughter was clearly heard.

As the thieves passed down the slope one after another, they finally saw clearly, these steppe "jackals" looked calm, their speed was not slow, and their horses were loaded with plundered goods.

Someone leisurely hummed a grassland pastoral song, the song was melodious, spreading exotic customs, and smearing the vast snowy land with a trace of weird color.

On the high ground, the sons of Xun Qi and the two hundred guards all stared at Zhu Qiming tightly, waiting for him to give orders. Zhu Qiming stayed there without moving.

This group of Tartar thieves has few heavy horses and most of them light horses, and there are a lot of strange weapons mixed in the ranks, at a glance, it is clear that they are from the northern tribe that was also controlled first, and most of them will go straight back to Mobei after returning from this campaign, and if he encounters a war again in the future, if he wants to recruit them again in the first place, I am afraid it will take more than a month.

That's it, the front team of the raid will alarm the next one, so it's really a good idea! This thought flashed in his mind, and Zhu Qiming restrained his murderous aura and let go of his right hand that was pressing the scabbard tightly.

After about half an hour, the front group of Tartar thieves all went away, and a rough count of the number should have numbered about 20,000 people.

Silence returned.

Zhao Guotai on the side was a little unwilling, "Your Highness, I also blame us for having too few people, it's a pity to let go of these Tartars!" If His Royal Highness had consulted with the Central Minister, the Emperor might have sent tens of thousands of additional troops to His Highness. ”

Send tens of thousands of troops? Zhu Qiming suddenly remembered Chen Tang in the Han Dynasty, and he didn't blame Zhao Guotai for saying in vain, "It's not necessarily a good thing to seek everyone, so it's okay to leave some regrets, if a person always pursues perfection, he may achieve nothing in his life!" ”

His words and deeds had a great impact on a group of Xun Qi's children, and this was the case at this moment, the ten teenagers were stunned there, recalling the deep meaning of Zhu Qiming's words for a long time, but unfortunately they were all at a loss.

Life needs to be experienced, many things can only be understood, not spoken, the mystery of which must be observed by everyone when the opportunity comes, if you are lucky, or will have an epiphany inadvertently.

At the southern end, there was another sound of hooves, and everyone turned their heads to look, only to see a large group of men and horses pouring into the straight from the bend, with a magnificent carriage at the head, and a large number of heavily armed cavalry guarding it.

"Look at the carriage! Could it be the emperor's ······" Seeing that the carriage was getting closer and closer, a Xun Qi disciple suppressed his throat and screamed softly, and before he finished speaking, he suddenly turned his head to look at Zhu Qiming, and the expression on his face was very exaggerated.

Hearing this, the others were like an order, and all their eyes were focused on Zhu Qiming, implying urging and inquiry: Your Highness, if the emperor is really here, why don't we go to the rescue quickly!

There seemed to be a sour feeling in his heart, Zhu Qiming turned his head sideways, and immediately raised his head to look at the blue sky.

The sky was as blue as a wash, without a single wisp of floating clouds, and in the boundless blue and depth, the whole world seemed to turn into nothingness with the momentary gaze.

The rumbling sound of ruts in his ears brought his mind back to the four years of orthodoxy, when the orthodox emperor claimed to be Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, and he unreservedly believed that bold words and waited patiently for several years. That day, in the Yongsu Palace, the mystery of the past was dismantled, and in the face of the traitor suspect Xining, who caused heavy casualties to the Ming army, the performance of the orthodox emperor left him with a knot in his heart for the first time.

Still, he had patience to wait. However, on the day of the wedding of the Son of Heaven, on that good night when the whole world celebrated, a bad luck suddenly came······ Since then, absurd plays such as alienation, suspicion, exploitation, and pressure have been staged one after another, and he has been repeatedly frustrated, but he is often depressed, and can only pursue the unattainable "dream of a strong man" from historical books, until he is forced to go to Liaodong······

"Comfort is a poison, which often destroys the country invisibly!" Zhu Qiming muttered.

It wasn't until all the Tartars below had passed the ramp in front of him and headed north that he came back to his senses, and he paused for a moment when he met the bewildered eyes around him.

"Beware of the Tartar thieves!"

Leaving behind the still suspicious people, he turned his head to look north, and searched for a vaguely familiar back from the Tartar thieves who had not yet gone far.

Also first? For a moment, Zhu Qiming wanted to lead Ma to the north, catch up with Ye Xian, and have a hearty duel with him, but reason made him dispel this idea.

Zhao Guotai handed the reins of the horse to the guards on the side, and tiptoed to Zhu Qiming's side, "Your Highness, I have counted it below, and there are about fourteen thousand Tartar thieves who have just passed." ”

Fourteen thousand? plus the 20,000 men of the front team······ So the rear team of Tartars is only a few thousand people? Yes, no matter how you count it, this batch of Tartars will not exceed 10,000!

As for how many thousand, it depends on the results of the Ming army. In other words, by counting the number of Tartars in the rear group, we can know how many Tartars the Ming army annihilated outside the nine gates of the capital and on the way to the volley.

"Zhao Guotai, you quickly send people to Xu Gong, Tang Ji, Niu San, Shi Feng, and Wang Lie to give an order, the whole army will first act against the Tartar thieves behind the palace, and the rear team of Tartar thieves must bring the captured people and goods, they can't go fast, everything is based on the king's banner order."

"Yes!"

Zhao Guotai turned around and returned to the same place, called out ten guards, and ordered them to go separately to deliver the order.

The silent earth finally resounded with the faint sound of the wind, and the slightest chill hit, helping the plotters to be peaceful and far-reaching. Zhu Qiming pondered for a moment to confirm that he had not missed anything before the battle, so he confidently glanced at Jing Yunfei beside him.

What he has to do now is to return the bloody game between Datong and Tumubao in the first place!

"Your Highness, there are Tartars over there!" One of the guards shouted softly.

All the people at the scene suddenly stood up straight, clenched the weapons in their hands, and looked south in unison.

This group of Tartar thieves came very slowly, and it took a long time to swallow them slowly before they drove down the high slope, and the number of people should be two thousand.

The two thousand Tartar thieves were heading north, and they were about to enter an ambush circle composed of Xu Gong, Tang Ji, and Shi Feng, when they suddenly heard a noisy voice from the southern end.

About half a mile to the south of the slope appeared, about three hundred Tartar thieves, and behind the three hundred Tartar thieves, followed by a large group of black and pressed walkers, mixed with some ox carts.

Most of those people were women, and when they looked at their clothes, they knew that they were the people of the Ming Dynasty who had been taken captive.

Once it falls into the hands of a Tartar thief, it is simply a pig and a dog! Zhu Qiming couldn't bear to look at the miserable appearance of the captive woman, so he immediately gritted his teeth and turned his eyes to the farther south.

Behind the captives there were the palace of the Tartars, the number of whom is unknown.

Zhu Qiming waved his hand at the flag soldiers, and the five flag soldiers immediately waved their flags and gave orders.

"Get on the horse!"

But seeing the figures flying on the high ground, more than 200 people stepped on horseback in a blink of an eye, waiting for Zhu Qiming to give an order.

Zhu Qiming pulled out his sword, and the blue light of his practice revealed a murderous aura. "Rush down, isolate the three hundred Tartars from the captives, and then kill all the Tartars!"

The sound of hooves suddenly rose, and the surging flow of people in several places formed a three-dimensional picture of the battlefield. The three groups of men and horses lurking at the northern end pounced on the two thousand Tartars who had just entered the ambush circle, while the two groups of men and horses at the southern end had galloped into the middle of the road, separating the Tartars behind the palace from the captives in front.

"Kill!"

By the time the three hundred thieves down the hill finally understood what was going on, the sword glittered with a magnificent sheen was already near. Beside the sword's owner, a thick-armored boy shook his spear, and the dragon-like spear followed the sword towards the tartar.