"Ah Gong, you first send someone to communicate with the general of the Ming Border Army, so as not to have any misunderstanding!"

"Yes, ma'am, I'll send someone right away! Leave the matter of camping to me, you can rest early today, these days are in a hurry, you have a body again, don't be tired, that old man can't afford it! In the past few days, the common tribulation has brought the relationship between Min Min and Fugu Heai a lot closer, and she has been affectionately commensurate with her grandfather when she gets along in private, but this old man is still respectful, and he has no old behavior of betraying the old.

"It's okay, I'm tired of my grandfather!" Min Min had been working hard for the past few days, and he was also a little sleepy, so he smiled at the servant Gu Heai, washed and lay down under the service of the maidservant. But she had only been lying down for half an hour when she heard the faint sound of a horn coming from across the tent. She immediately sat up from the couch and ordered the maidservant, "Quickly help me up and put on my armor."

"Madam, you already have a body-" As soon as the maidservant girl's words came out, Min Min shouted: "Don't talk nonsense, when is it, tie it up for me with a brocade belt first!" The maid had no choice but to use a brocade belt for Min Min to tie up the slightly bulging abdomen, and took a leather coat for the hostess to put on, and put on an iron armor outside, which was a gift from Liu Cheng to his beloved wife, which was specially made by a master craftsman, and the torso part was a cold-forged plate armor, and the shoulders, arms, and thighs were spliced by thousands of cold-forged steel sheets, and after being made, the archer could not shoot into it with a strong bow thirty paces away.

After Minmin put on his armor, he walked out of the tent, and the horn sounded louder. The camp had already begun to stir, and three soldiers with bows and spears on their backs hurried by. Some of the horses neighed, some snorted, and the cries of women and children were heard from the camps on either side, and even the camels in her sedan became restless.

"It's the sound of the scout's horn!" The hurried servant Gu Heai told Minmin: "Listen to the sound of the horn, it's only seven or eight miles away from the camp!" ”

"Do you know who it is?" Min Min motioned to his subordinates to bring the war horses, and asked Gu Heai.

"I don't know, but it's very likely to be a Jurchen!" Fugu Heai's face was very ugly, everyone understood what he meant, although according to Min Min's order, a small group of men and horses had been divided to continue westward while setting fire to the wasteland, trying to lure the pursuers to the wrong way, but everyone knew that this was just talking about personnel, and the traces left by tens of thousands of troops migrating on the grassland were too obvious, as long as the eyes of the pursuers were not blind, they would not be deceived.

"There's nothing to panic about!" Min Min's face was as cold as iron, but her voice was full of fiery courage: "The Jurchens came so quickly, there must not be many people, we are only half a day away from the border wall of the Ming Dynasty, the Living Buddha of Qiesang has already gone to ask for reinforcements, at most tomorrow night, he will come back with reinforcements." And they turned all the wagons sideways and formed a wagon camp, and the women and children came in the middle, and the men took up their arms and went to the carts, and the cattle drove to the back of the camp. Someone, bring my horse and my helmet! Speaking of this, Min Min turned his head and said to the servant Guhe Ai: "Ah Gong, the camp will be handed over to you, I will take my people out to block it first!" ”

"How can this be, ma'am, you still have a body!" Fugu Heai couldn't help but be surprised when he heard that Min Min was going to go into battle in person, and he was about to dissuade him, but he heard Min Min whisper: "Now is not the time to dispute, there are six hundred bird guns in my camp, but only two hundred will be made, I will take a hundred people out, you immediately select five hundred clever women, and fill the medicine for the shooter." Speaking of this, Min Min did not wait for the servant Gu Heai to reply, but got on his horse with the help of the servant maid, and shouted: "Raise the white feather of the Sulu ingot, blow the trumpet, everyone, get on the horse!" ”

Seeing Min Min running outside the camp surrounded by the guards, a group of cavalry poured out of the ears of Han who belonged to Min Min on both sides of the road, and they followed behind the Sulu ingot, seeing the familiar white feather Da Xu, the panic and cries of each battalion gradually subsided, the old men and women cheered, and some bold children even followed behind the cavalry and made sharp cheers. Seeing this, Fugu Heai had no choice but to turn around and act according to Min Min's instructions.

Min Min straightened her upper body on the horse's back, the cold wind was blowing in her face, and the rumbling of horses' hooves behind her was deafening, but it couldn't suppress the men, women, and children cheering at her on both sides of the road. It wasn't the first time she had been on the battlefield, but it was the first time she had been in the spotlight like this when she had been in the spotlight of everyone, and she felt her blood boiling and her breathing became rapid.

A middle-aged knight who followed also felt Min Min's strangeness, his name was Dulbert, he was a famous warrior in the Jungger Ministry, Batur Taiji sent his daughter over this time, and he was in charge of Min Min's palace tent on weekdays, he saw Min Min's strange appearance, so he took out an object from the saddle bag and handed it over: "Beji, please put this on!" Min Min took a look, but it was a silver mask, she smiled gratefully at the knight, put on the mask, all eyes were blocked, and immediately felt calm.

Outside the camp, the vanguard of the Jurchen cavalry had appeared, and they flowed slowly towards the camp like thawing honey, over the raised rocks and hills. Some of the Chahars quickly met them, shouting and brandishing bones, clubs, and axes, desperately rushing at the enemy, trying to buy time for their families behind them. They roared, slashed hard, and died heroically. In comparison, their opponents were much tougher, cunning, and more organized, and Min Min frowned at all this.

"Dulbert, you immediately send the ironclad cavalry to drive these flies away!" Min Min pointed at the Jurchen Ranger and ordered loudly, Durbert frowned, and said in a low voice: "Beiji, the sky is dark, the enemy situation is unknown, we are just trying to buy time now, there is no need to expose our hole cards for a few people!" ”

Under the mask, Min Min's face suddenly turned red, and the hole card in Dulbert's mouth was none other than the ironclad cavalry in Minmin's mouth, and there were two hundred ironclad cavalry in the thousand palace tent cavalry that accompanied her. These ironclad cavalry were exactly the same as the cards that Liu Cheng had shown at the end of the Battle of Zhaomodo: helmets with cheek guards, cold-forged cuirass, leather skirt armor and waistcoats inlaid with cold-forged steel plates, iron gloves, and specially selected majestic horses. When these ironclad knights were armed with twelve-foot spears and charged in a wedge formation, they were simply a moving steel fortress, invincible; However, the resources it consumes are also unstoppable. In order to fully equip the 1,500 cavalry under Liu Cheng's command before the expedition, several related factories in Chaoyi had already pushed off all other orders, and three shifts were rotated, in order to motivate the enthusiasm of the craftsmen, Tang Muyao even showed the trick of double the salary for overtime, and finally completed the task before Liu Cheng left. Before leaving, Liu Cheng left a sentence, and the rest of the tail goods were left to Minmin's palace tent army as a personal guard for his beloved wife. Seeing this, Dulbert naturally knew the power of such a big killing weapon, so he ordered all ironclad cavalry to wear a layer of sheepskin on the outside of their armor on weekdays, so as not to let the enemy see the truth due to the reflection of metal.

Although the mask covered Minmin's face, Dulbert watched her grow up, and how did he not know the other party's thoughts: "Beji, just put a few guns, these are the Jurchen forwards, their task is just to test our weaknesses, not to officially attack, as long as they find out that we have firearms, they will retreat!" ”

"It's okay, just do as you say!"

As Dulbert had predicted, after a few bangs, the Jurchen cavalry stopped their pursuit and retreated to a distance of about a hundred paces, apparently the Jurchens were well aware of the maximum range of the Ming army's bird guns.

"These Mongols actually have firearms!" Doro was surprised at first, and then smiled: "It seems that the information is true, that Liu Zongbing's wife should be in front!" He turned his head to Goshha and ordered: "Pass the order, take turns to dismount and rest, just keep in touch with the scouts in front, don't act without permission!" ”

"Yes, sir!" Goshha answered, and Doro rubbed his hands: "It's a pity that Big Baylor chased after dividing his troops, otherwise he would be able to catch these barbarians off guard now, but he will find out that something is wrong tomorrow morning at the latest, and he will catch up with the imprints, and these barbarians will be good-looking at that time." He struggled to jump off the horse, and the stiff muscles of his thigh caused him to stumble when he landed, and he almost fell to the ground, but the soldiers on the side hurriedly reached out to support him. Doro shook off his soldier's hand: "Damn, get some food and drink!" Feed the horses too, eat and drink on horseback for a few days, and people will fall apart! No ignition! “

Seeing that the Jurchen cavalry was gradually covered by twilight, Min Min breathed a sigh of relief, she took off her mask, and was suddenly shivered by the wind on the grassland, and Dulbert on the side immediately felt it, and said in a low voice: "Beiji, why don't you go back to the camp to rest first, I just have a watch here!" “

After Fang Cai's toss, Min Min also felt that her muscles and bones were soft, although the protective effect of the iron armor was amazing, but the weight was not light, and her shoulders were faintly sore, but she still smiled and said, "No, my position is here, under the Sulu ingot." Durbot, those Jurchens should be resting, if they rush out at this time, can they be caught off guard? “

"It's hard, the Jurchens are not stupid, their camp is at least five or six miles away from us, and we don't know where it is! Beji, there are a lot of us, and it is good for us to delay it! Let's go back and rest, and wait until dawn tomorrow to see! “

"The Jurchens also knew that it would be in our interest to delay, so why didn't they attack immediately? You once taught me that on the battlefield we will always do what the enemy is not willing to let us do, and since the Jurchens don't want to fight now, then we have to find a way to fight them now! “

"Our eaglets have finally grown up!" Min Min's words made a smile bloom on Durbert's always grim face: "You're right, you can't let the Jurchens do whatever they want, I'll send scouts out immediately and come back alive!" But you should go back to the camp first, and it will be warm at the fire, and I will let you know as soon as there is news!" “

"Well, Minmin is waiting for your good news!" This time Min Min didn't insist again, she smiled sweetly at Durbot and turned to head towards the camp. Dulbert bowed down respectfully until Minmin's figure disappeared behind the camp gate. By the time he turned his head again, the tenderness on his face had all gone.

"Fool, don't stay here!"

Morgen tugged at the reins and cursed his mount, but the gray mare remained motionless, licking with her tongue the grains that the Mongols had spilled on the ground as they passed. After a few minutes, he finally gave up his efforts in despair and sat down on the ground in a fit of rage.

In good conscience, Morgen is not a bad master, for scouts, the war horse is the second life, in many cases, the scout is even willing to squeeze out the grain from the dry food bag to feed the horse, after all, people can't die without a few meals, and the scout is one step away from death without a horse. But after several days of rapid marching, the gray mare had lost fat, and his flanks were almost rib visible, and even Morgen's second-horse, which was a scout, had been removed in order for Hauge to catch up with the enemy, and the result was that he had to ride the exhausted mare out on the night guard.

A gust of night wind blew, and Morgen shivered, and hurriedly wrapped his sheepskin cloak tightly. He couldn't help but secretly envy his companions who stayed in the camp, although Lord Dora had ordered that it was forbidden to raise fires, so as not to expose the target, but he could always find a sheltered place! In order to ensure the vision, the general sentinels will choose high places, and this kind of place will be very windy, it is already October, the cold wind blowing from the Siberian wilderness is like countless small knives, piercing into Morgen's bones, especially the hands and feet, a few days of riding made him almost unable to feel their presence, and at this time they began to ache and itch again, compared to the pain, the itch is more uncomfortable, Morgen can't wait to cut off his feet with a knife.

As the night wore on, the wind was blowing harder and the temperature was dropping rapidly, and Morgan had to hold on to his mount so he could warm up. But soon he noticed that the horse was trembling, and he knew he had to choose between being faithful and saving his life. This choice is not difficult to make, the enemy may not come at night, and even if he comes, he may not come from his side, but the horse freezes to death, and he basically can't survive. Morgan walked to the horse and tried to untie the reins, but his fingers were stiff and clumsy, and the cowhide reins were frozen together again, and after several unsuccessful attempts to untie them, the skin of his fingers was worn out, and it hurt so much that at last Morgen had to pull out his dagger and cut the reins. He led his horse down the back slope of the mound, looking for a place to shelter from the wind and warm it a little. Suddenly his foot tripped over something, his stiff knees caused him to fall, his lips cracked, and his tongue immediately felt a salty, warm liquid—his own blood. (To be continued.) )