Hartu, who had already packed up the gold and silver in the barracks and was ready to flee at dawn, was awakened by the noise outside, and one turned over and got up from the bed, and picked up the waist knife hanging at the head of the bed: "What's the matter!" ”

The guard outside the door sent back a hurried and deep voice: "General Hui, there is the sound of horses' hooves approaching, and the number of people is not less than 10,000." ”

It was clear that the Ming army would come sooner or later, but Hartu didn't expect the Ming army to come so quickly.

ran 400 miles overnight and forcibly blocked him in the barracks.

At this time, Hartu, who couldn't care about the others, put the armor on his body at will, and walked out quickly: "Immediately order all the people and horses, and kill them with Ben General." ”

There were only about three or five hundred soldiers guarding around his barracks, and the others were scattered in other barracks, and the number of soldiers guarding outside was even more pitiful.

On weekdays, they were facing the Hetao Plain outside the Qingshui Camp, but now they suddenly turned to their homeland, and many of the guards were very lax.

As soon as Zhang Ru led the army to arrive, the soldiers at the pass fled in all directions, not to mention, and some even ran directly to open the gate of the gate. The Haltu cronies in charge of guarding the gate drew their knives and killed several people in succession, which stopped the speed of opening the city gate, and the city gate was ajar, and the large enemy army could not drive straight in.

Yes, for them, the former robe has become an enemy.

Zhang Ru, who was in the lead, did not have the consciousness of the main general of the first army at all, and with a wave of the embroidered spring knife, he shouted violently: "Brothers, kill the enemy!" ”

Before he could finish speaking, his legs suddenly clamped the horse's belly, and the war horse, which was not very suitable for him, rushed out like a sharp arrow. Fan Tong was shocked when he saw this, raised the scabbard of the embroidered spring knife and slapped it the horse's buttocks, and rode the horse to follow.

Sporadic arrows were shot on the city, and the targets of these arrows were all focused on Zhang Ru. As Hartu's henchman and a veteran of the border town campaign, he can naturally see at a glance which of these people is the leader.

At this time, Zhang Ru galloped like a stunned young man who was not afraid of death, and there was no other action except for raising his hand from time to time to block the arrows with an embroidered spring knife.

As soon as he was at the gate of the city, a long rope of stumbling came out of the ground and lay in front of the horse's hooves.

The frightened war horse man stood up, and Zhang Ru on horseback had an unstable center of gravity, and then fell to the ground. In this extremely critical situation, Zhang Ru stepped on his feet, pressed his toes a little harder, and the whole person rose from the ground.

The war horse neighed and fell to the ground, Zhang Ru didn't care about looking at the fallen war horse, walked a few steps, and went straight to the half-open city gate. Fan Tong, who was not far behind him, was shocked into a cold sweat, without the speed of the war horse, under the attack of arrows, even a martial arts master was afraid that it would be difficult to resist.

Even his master, Fan Wuyi, who claims to be a master of the rivers and lakes who can take the rank of general among the ten thousand armies, has to retreat when facing the army's ten thousand arrows.

The arrows on the head of the city are still shooting, and the frequency is still not high, and Liu Qi, the commander of the Shenji Battalion mixed with the people in the brigade, was stunned, and roared angrily at the soldiers of the Shenji Battalion under his command: "Damn, give Lao Tzu a good fight, if the commander is good, you will all take off your military uniforms and put on prison uniforms for Lao Tzu." ”

This Liu Qi has a very special identity, the establishment of tens of thousands of people in the Shenji Battalion, and there are no less than 100 officials, Zhang Ru will choose him, also because of his special identity.

It's not that this Liu Qi is very capable, nor is it that he is very hard in the background, but that he has a brother in Buyi who read a few words and didn't know that the sky is high and the earth is thick, and he went on a study tour to the war-torn Datong border town, and finally died in the tiger's mouth - Liu Peng.

Originally, Zhang Ru didn't know his identity, after all, there were many people in Changsha Mansion in the capital, and there were also many people with a strong southern accent, and neither he nor the people of Jinyiwei had the energy to care about a small Shenji battalion commander.

It's just that I overheard someone say that a Shenji battalion ran the official to the border town of Datong to pick up a corpse, and transported it back to Changsha Mansion before the capital. And this matter happened to be within the scope of Jinyiwei's investigation.

Whether it is the officers or non-commissioned officers of the Shenji Battalion, they can't leave easily, because they all have the secrets of the Shenji Battalion, and this kind of secret must not be spread.

To be able to get the red man in the eyes of His Majesty, and to be favored by the governor of the nine sides, Liu Qi is naturally grateful. This time, not only did they bring out the three hundred elites of the cavalry sub-battalion of the right sentry of the Shenji Battalion, but each of them was equipped with spears and short guns.

Now that he is in danger of being a master who has the grace of knowing him, how can Liu Qi not be in a hurry.

The three hundred people were all trained by him, and this Chudi barbarian was very reckless and short-tempered, but he was good at his subordinates. Therefore, these three hundred people can be said to be warriors who can die generously for his words, and after such a reprimand, the musketeers of the three hundred divine machine battalions suddenly increased their horse speed and instantly broke away from the brigade.

At the sound of an order, the spear called the Thunderbolt Cannon directly began to swallow deadly sparks.

There were not many soldiers at the head of the city, and when they were smashed by 300 thunderbolts, the defenders at the head of the city were completely dumbfounded.

This thing is not accurate enough, but it can't stand the large number of people, and the power of three hundred people to attack together is still not small.

The corpses of several rebels who had been beaten into a sieve were thrown down, and the defender no longer had the courage to resist, and fled the city with the rest of the men.

He had delayed for so long, hoping only that Hardu would succeed in escaping, and as for himself, in this time of danger, he had forgotten to think about it. Of course, Hardu promised that if he had any three strengths and two weaknesses, then his wife and children would naturally have Hardu to take care of. As for how Hartu would take care of his concubine and his daughter who had just reached the age of Jilu, it was not something he could manage if he was already dead.

The resistance of the rebels was very weak, and when they saw that only Zhang Ru came in, there were still a few people besieging Zhang Ru, and when they saw the menacing Fan Tong and a group of red-eyed musketeers behind them, these rebels were completely frightened.

Someone directly threw the halberd in his hand to the ground, and the whole person lay on the ground and begged for mercy; Some people took off their leather armor as they ran forward, intending to tell the imperial army that they had no intention of being enemies of the imperial court; Others knelt on their knees, just stunned.

Zhang Ru, who has no war horse, is not slow at all, he pursues and kills those rebels who keep running with weapons in hand, and as for the others who have completely lost their combat effectiveness, he doesn't bother to care.

On the side of the Qingshui Camp Fort near the Hetao Plain, the city gate was opened, and Hartu had already evacuated from here with a large group of men.

Before leaving, the old boy did not forget to block the people behind him, and put a small fire at the gate of the city. It's just that the heavens did not fulfill people's wishes, and the fire did not burn for long, and it was suddenly extinguished by the heavy rain that fell from the sky.

The situation in the fortress was controlled, and Zhang Ru remounted his war horse: "Fan Tong, send someone to watch these people, and make a decision after I get Hartu's head back." ”

Fan Tong didn't speak, he expressed his thoughts with actions, and he also stepped on a war horse.

Putting an adult at risk is not something he can afford.

Time was pressing, Zhang Ru didn't have time to talk nonsense with Fan Tong, his sharp eyes swept over the aftermath, and after the latter nodded silently, he took three hundred musketeers and five hundred border troops away.

In terms of the speed of war horses, the war horses under Zhang Ru's command are naturally much more elite than the war horses of Hartu, these are carefully selected war horses, not those temporarily cobbled together by Hartu.

In terms of reflexes, the elite of Yansui under Zhang Ru is also much more powerful than the Qingshui Battalion border army under Hartu, especially those musketeers who can kill people without aiming at all.

Hartu had left only a quarter of an hour before Zhang Ru, and since he had taken with him a lot of gold and silver treasures, and even a few carriages, the speed of the procession was not very fast.

In order to have a qualified vote in front of the Tatars, several Jinyi guards who followed Zhang Fugui were killed, and only he, a hundred households, was still alive.

After half an hour of pursuit, soon, you will be able to see the rebel team led by Haltu.

Of course, Hartu also heard the sound of horses' hooves behind him, but he has not yet left the loop, and now he is still nominally on the territory of the Ming Dynasty, and he has no second way except to move forward.

Turn around and surrender? That's a dead end.

The Ming army was getting closer and closer, and when the distance between the two armies was only 100 zhang, the Ming army fanned towards the 1,000 rebels led by Hartu.

The unique light crossbow was wound directly, and the musket was all pressed with gunpowder, ready to do it at any time, just waiting for Zhang Ru's order.

In front of it was a small dirt slope, and the speed of the rebels was slowed down because of the dirt slope.

Eight hundred people surrounded a thousand people, and after barely surrounding it, Hartur stopped his horse, turned his horse's head to look at Zhang Ru on horseback, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he raised his voice: "You are Zhang Ru?" ”

"The traitor Hartu, the general is here with the Great Tomorrow army, so don't get off your horse and surrender quickly." Zhang Ru shouted.

Hartu laughed and said: "Joke, since Lao Tzu dared to kill the two thousand disobedient Wang Ba Lambs, he didn't think about snorting in Daming again." You have only eight hundred, and I have a thousand. ”

"So what!" Zhang Ru raised his hand, and all the border troops raised their bows and crossbows one after another, and the musketeers shot together with long guns and short guns, and they all aimed at the Hartu department.

At the sight of the bow and crossbow, Hardu's face did not change, but after seeing the musket, his face changed completely.

Although the Musketeer can only fire a single attack, the musket is much more lethal than the bow and arrow at close range. The lead that gets into the flesh can kill people at will.

Hartu, who had reached the end of his rope, pretended to be grandiose and said: "Zhang Ru, do you dare to fight with this general!" ”