The moon of the Mid-Autumn Festival was rounder and brighter than usual, hanging high above the mid-heaven like an ice tray, and the soft moonlight sprinkled inside and outside China, sprinkled on the silent Chahar Department. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

I don't know when it began, the snoring sound from the mouths of the Mongolian men who fell asleep around the campfire was replaced by a burst of moaning. They felt a pain in their abdomen like a knife, and they just wanted to stand up and shout to relieve the pain.

But I don't know if it's because they drank too much before, but at this moment they don't have the strength to get up from the ground, this was originally a simple action for them, but now even if they use all their strength, it is difficult to do it, they can only squirm on the ground, moaning and moaning.

Now for these people, they can only be helped by someone who passes by and discovers their abnormality. But so late at night, when everyone had just finished their feast, how could anyone still come out and find out about their condition?

But it seems that God also wants to save them, just when they have nothing to do and grit their teeth and endure hardship, many shadowy figures suddenly appeared not far away, and these people are still slowly approaching their side.

The pain in their bodies had made these men not think deeply about why there were so many people walking around in the middle of the night, but stared ahead with supplicating eyes, hoping that those who passed by would notice their abnormalities and help them.

The men did come to them, but when they saw their painful condition, they smiled indifferently and happily. This kind of laughter makes people feel a little chill when they see it, as if the cattle and sheep waiting to be slaughtered look at the shepherd who is about to slaughter them.

"You ...... What are you going to do? When they saw these people slowly pulling out their knives, coming to them, and slowly squatting down, these Mongolian men were really frightened, and they could even endure the pain in their abdomen and question.

But the other party did not answer with words, but with deeds. Without the slightest hesitation, without the slightest mercy, the men stabbed their knives into the throats of the Chahars who were lying on the ground, and then went to the side, and cut their throats.

Their movements were skillful and light, as if they were slaughtering any cow or sheep, and it was even easier for them to kill these people than to kill cattle and sheep, because they were already in too much pain to move, let alone dodge and resist.

For a while, hoarse screams continued to sound in the night sky, but this sound really couldn't travel too far. And even if these screams reach the tents of the rest of the Chahar Ministry, the situation will not improve much.

Dozens of men from the Gai Beggars Department easily dealt with hundreds of Chahar warriors who could make countless enemies pay with their lives on the battlefield. And they just had a little blood on their bodies, and they didn't use much strength in their bodies.

Perhaps this is the power of wisdom. That Ming man named Yang Zhen is really powerful, and his strategy allows us to easily control the entire Chahar Department in our hands! Someone thought.

There was also a little panic in their hearts: "If someone uses the same poisonous trick against us, will our beggars end up in the same fate?" ”

But in any case, they are now the winners, the ones who are in control. Just wait for the patriarch to settle everything, and the entire Chahar Department will be in their pocket!

When the killing began at the campfires outside, things weren't much better inside the tents.

The Ghebegars, who had been waiting for a long time, under the command of their patriarch Mutu, broke into the tents of the Chahar tribes. Soon, there were screams from inside, and when the beggars came out, the knives they were carrying were dripping with blood, but the tents were already lying on the ground.

Mutu has already issued a strict order, and there is only one purpose for today's action, that is, to kill all the Chahars who can resist and still threaten him. In addition, the people of the Gai Beggars have always been oppressed by the Chahar people, and their grievances have long been very deep, this time they have the opportunity to take revenge, they will naturally not have any hesitation, as long as they see the Chahar man, whether he can resist or not, they will be cut down with a knife and killed.

When these 1,000 or so people of the Gai Beggars broke into the tents one after another to kill people, their patriarch Mu Tu also went straight to the big tents in the center of the Chahar tribe with his son Wujiang. Although they had never read any military books, the truth of capturing the thief and capturing the king first was very clear, and only by getting rid of Heqisi, who was now in charge, could their operation be truly successful.

And this journey has not been completely smooth sailing. Even though no one in the Chahar tribe had any intention of taking precautions against these lowly Gaiggars, there were still some well-established and cautious people who did not attend the night feast. After they were alarmed by the screams outside, they hurriedly grabbed their weapons and rushed to Heqisi to listen to the dispatch, while some of them ran towards the screams to see what was going on, so they happened to bump into Mutu and his party.

As soon as they saw the murderous appearance of Mutu and the others, these Chahars had already guessed that everything was done by these Gaibegs. Immediately, without saying a word, he swung his knife and killed him.

Naturally, they would not back down, so they also shouted loudly and went up to the battle. Hundreds of people on both sides fought in a ping-pong fight less than a few hundred steps away from the big tent in the middle.

At this time, there were still a few people secretly watching everything in front of them with cold eyes, and they were naturally Yang Zhen and several of his brothers.

As soon as he saw that Mutu and the Chahar people were fighting inextricably, Gelehei wanted to rush over to help, but was stopped by Yang Zhen: "What are you going to do?" ”

"This ...... Qianhu, what are you pulling me for, aren't you trying to help them kill the Tartars? Although Grehei himself is a Mongolian, he has always called his compatriots Tartars because of the influence of his surroundings.

A chill flashed in Yang Zhen's eyes: "We just helped them come up with ideas, but we didn't say that we would help them kill people, let alone help them fight." This time, they will definitely be able to capture the entire Chahar Division, and it is only a small obstacle in front of them, so there is no need to worry about it. ”

"But they ......" Grehei still wanted to argue something, but he heard Hu Ge on the side say: "Grehei, don't you understand what adults mean, no matter which side is actually not our ally, today is just for them to fight......

"This ......," he said, and then he understood, smiled wryly, and took back his steps forward. Although he is Mongolian, he grew up in the city of Beijing, but he sees himself more as a Ming and Han Chinese, so naturally he will not feel uneasy because of this.

Yang Zhen smiled faintly: "Although they are our friends now, it is not wrong to consume some of their strength." We'll just be here and watch. And, I'm sure they'll be able to take the initiative and get things done soon! ”

As Yang Zhen speculated, after a fight, the Chahars, who had rushed to meet the enemy, were defeated. And with the addition of the nearby Gai beggars who had just finished slaughtering the tent and were unable to fight back, the battle quickly took on a one-sided end.

The few remaining people in the Chahar tribe who still had the strength to fight were swallowed up and killed by the Ghaiggars, who had a great advantage in numbers. And when these people killed all the blockers, the murderous intent became even stronger, and they went straight to their final destination, the tents in the middle of the tribe.

By this time, the rest of the Chahars, who had not been poisoned, had arrived at the tent of Heqis, only to be surprised to find that two of his personal guards had fallen to the ground and were convulsing, and there were faint gasps and moans in the tent.

When they rushed into the tent, they saw Heqisi lying on the ground, all swinging all over, and blood was constantly gushing out of the seven orifices.

"This is ......" Several people glanced at each other, and they had already come to the conclusion that shocked them: "Even Heqisi has been poisoned!" ”

At this time, Heqisi's hand had grasped the ankle of one of them, and he called out in a voice so faint that he could barely hear it: "Help...... Help me......"

Several people looked at his miserable appearance, their hearts had already sunk to the bottom, and they didn't know how to react.

The Chahar people have always looked forward to the big brother with their brains, and what they say, the people below will do it, so that they will be strong today. And now, the brain hair is not in the clan, and Heqisi looks like he is dying, which makes these people in front of him a little overwhelmed for a while.

It was only after a while that someone came back to his senses and shouted, "Hurry up and call the doctor to see if Heqisi is still saved......

But before he could finish his words, a cold voice came in from outside the tent: "I don't think there's any need for this." He is dead this time, because what he has taken is the strongest poison in our grassland! As he spoke, the low-hanging curtain was lifted, and Mutu walked in with a knife on his shoulder.

Seeing hundreds of people swaggering in, the rest of the tent understood what was going on, no matter how stupid they were. Immediately, they stared at him with resentful eyes: "Mutu, you actually did such a thing, it is really despicable and shameless, is this still what we men on the grassland should do?" If you have the guts, you can lead your troops to fight against our Chahars, what kind of calculations can you calculate with such a conspiracy? ”

"Hahahaha......" This rebuke was only exchanged for a disdainful laugh from Mutu, at this time, he was completely different from the trembling Gai Qi clan chief before, like a grassland lion with fangs exposed, and glanced at everyone in front of him: "You guys, you guys are not worthy of telling me this at all." The strength of our Gaiqi Department is far inferior to your Chahar Department, so why should we fight you head-on. What if I am plotting against you today? All others will remember is my victory and your defeat! Someone-"