The next day, the sky was slightly bright, and the cold wind was swishing on the top of the stone castle, after Xiao Ye practiced the eight swords, he felt that he still didn't understand the last seven moves, so he could only reluctantly stop.

In the open space outside the stone fort, a team of 100 sergeants was exercising around the stone fort, carrying fire/guns and ammunition, as well as a day's clean water and dry food, running in a queue, shouting and shouting.

Walking to the female wall of the stone castle, looking at the queue below, Xiao Ye turned his head and said to Xiao Liuzi, "Liuzi, how about we go down and run too?" ”

Today, it was Xiao Liuzi's turn to guard Xiao Ye's side, Xiao Liuzi naturally nodded and smiled, but then there was an exclamation, seeing Xiao Ye turn over and jump out of the women's wall, he jumped off the ground.

"My mother," hurriedly lying on the stone stack of the women's wall, Xiao Liuzi looked down, and saw that Xiao Ye was already standing under the six-zhang high stone fort, twisted his waist and ran into the passing queue, and ran happily with the sergeants.

"Sixth brother, can we jump?" The ten guards who came up from Hula looked at Xiao Liuzi with unhappy faces, they were going to be close guards around the adults, and now they were all right, and a group of them were still standing on the top of the fort.

"Jump, if you don't jump, it's a grandson," Xiao Liuzi put down Xiao Ye's chopping horse/knife, took off the heavy knife hanging from his waist, and jumped down with the box cannon in his hand, and soon there was a heavy pop sound below.

The eyes and waist strength are far better than ordinary guards, if you can turn your feet when you jump off the ground, then you have to go to the war camp to mess around.

It would be a shame if they went down, the guards put down their sabers rationally, jumped down one after another, blended into the running queue, and once again faintly protected Xiao Ye in the middle.

Liu Shuihe had already taken a car to Juyan Lake, the defense in the Eagle Claw Fort, led by the centurion Xiao Mao, Xiao Mao, who was standing on the top of the fort, looked at these guards who jumped down with the adults, it was a hot eye.

But now, he can only send someone to watch over these chopping horses/knives.

After running a few laps to warm up, Xiao Ye called Wang Gui and asked him to send the Tatar women sent back by Li Shuo according to the list of sergeants, and began to give them to officers above the rank of chief, and they were directly assigned to the heads, and the logistics team sent people to send them home first.

As for the sergeant, it will wait until the appreciation is long before there will be this kind of benefit.

The woman who deserved the knife and the centurion and the chiefs under Chihhasan stayed in the logistics team of Xibao first, and they took the lead in the fight, but Xiao Ye ignored it.

Aman was clever at this point, and the twenty women who had been rewarded for nothing were sent directly by transport to the tribal camp outside the Galen war barracks.

The current logistics team is directly managed by Xin Rulin, led by Wang Dali and more than a dozen old craftsmen, and there are already 22 hundred-person teams, but the young and strong women account for 10%, and there are many old craftsmen.

These logistics teams with mixed male and female labor, there are only ten men in the daytime team, all of whom are young and strong, they are reserve sergeants who are authorized by Xiao Ye to wear weapons, and they receive half more food and salary than other logistics team members.

These hundred-man teams that can support the battle camp at any time, not only are the centurions and even chiefs led by the old army, but Xiao Ye's first-rank first-grade powerful pills are all sent to them without hesitation.

Although the logistics team is young and strong, and the weapons they carry are no more than scimitars, horn bows, and the best ones are only repeating crossbows, it is enough to escort goods at close range.

Since the fight, there have been more people returning to Qingfeng Valley to visit relatives, and people who have come to visit relatives and friends with the caravan have also joined the logistics team one after another, and even the Hong family opera troupe, which has begun to be busy again, has also had a lot of good shows.

For these newly recruited laborers, Xin Rulin was simply transferred to those unarmed logistics hundred-man teams, and these new recruits will find that there are a pair of eyes around him (her) around him.

Xue Zilong took two hundred guards to guard the Madao Stone Fort, Zhu Jianming's hundred-man team was scattered on the stone forts and construction sites, Sun Xiaoming took fifty guards to Juyan Lake, Xiao Ye is now full of confidence in the defense of various places.

As long as the Tartars do not carry a large number of artillery to attack, even the knife cavalry in the "Little Black House" can hold out until reinforcements arrive.

Seeing that the people of the logistics team took away all the Tatar women and children who were locked up in the East Fort, Xiao Ye returned to the stone fort, pulled Jin Sanniang, who had just gotten up, and had a simple breakfast.

After eating, rinsing his mouth and drinking hot tea, on the steps on the second floor outside the military house, Xiao Ye was dressed in a neat black uniform, pedaling military boots, sitting on a wooden chair with a golden sword, straightening his waist, and letting the warm sunlight splash on his face.

Ten paces away from the opposite, a gray-robed painter was painting a portrait of Xiao Ye, meticulously and carefully; This young painter named Zhang Daowu, as soon as he joined the logistics team, showed his painting skills in addition to his first-hand skills, and was recommended by Wang Dali to the communication team.

So, Wang Ziliang begged for a powerful pill, and Zhang Daowu knelt in front of Xiao Ye in the surprise of surviving the increase in strength by 100 catties, and confessed his true identity, the leader of the wrestlers of Jinyiwei in Gansu Town.

Seventeen Jinyi guards male and female spies were pulled out and thrown into the black room, Zhang Daowu also temporarily became Xiao Ye's special painter, although his slender fingers are suitable for assassination, but Xiao Ye feels that it is more righteous to go to the portrait.

He didn't plan to use Jinyiwei's brains, so it would be more convenient to deal with the spies.

"Shh," put down the brush, Zhang Daowu finally let out a turbid breath, turned the drawing board, and let Xiao Ye see it himself, "My lord, basically draw the eyebrows, and then polish it, and it will be completed,"

After sitting for a stick of incense, Xiao Ye shook his stiff neck slightly, raised his eyes and looked at the drawing board, fortunately, there was not so much beautification, just drew his true appearance.

He used this portrait again.

"Well, yes, give you half a month, copy ten paintings, and then reward you with two Tartar women," squinting at the portrait, Xiao Ye got up and left; Jin Sanniang, who was waiting on the side, did not cover the scar on her husband's forehead in the portrait, although she was not satisfied, she had nothing to say, and followed along.

Zhang Daowu, who was looking at the drawing board in a daze, heard Xiao Ye's voice in his ears, "Your family, I have already sent someone to pick it up, and I will be able to see you in half a month,"

Outside the stone fort, ten cars of different sizes came back, unloading a large number of Tatar women, Jin Baoliang and a group of merchants, as well as Wang Dali and a few other old people, all looking at these captives curiously.

Wang Ziliang, Xin Rulin, and Yang Tianshou, who was picked up, as well as Li Xunwu, Li Xin'an and other backbone of the logistics team were all gathered here.

Walking out of the stone fort, after Xiao Ye greeted everyone, he pulled his father-in-law and got into the assault car, Li Shan pressed the long knife on his waist and waved his big hand, "Everyone get in the car,"

More than 30 people boarded the car, and the guards pulled the war horses close to the carriage of the transporter, and some tables and chairs were also loaded into the carriage. The merchants, each with two guards, were greeted into the transport car, and were locked into the black carriage with excitement on their faces, but fortunately, there was a hand lamp inside.

By this time, more than a dozen wheelbarrows had been launched in the stone fort, and the idle transport carts were filled with ammunition and supplies.

"Buzz," Yu Shan drove the assault car, levitated first, turned around and drove into the vine grass field, and drove straight in the direction of Juyan Lake, the speed getting faster and faster; Behind the assault car, nine cars followed in a line a hundred paces apart.

Watching the car leave, Jin Sanniang and Xiaomei got into the carriage and went back to their shop, she wanted to rest tonight.

After two hours, the assault vehicle finally drove out of the Gobi Desert, and under the guidance of the ground scouts, it hovered up a hill full of rocks and shrubs.

This top of the mountain is more than three miles away from the camp of the Bamucuo tribe below, but it is too risky there, and Xiao Ye does not want to leak the bottom out, so it is just right to stand here.

The guards set up the tables and chairs, and began to boil water with the heating stove, Xiao Ye, Yang Tianshou, and Wang Dali sat on the wooden chairs, looking at the grassland under the slanting sun, and Jin Baoliang and the others next to them also sat down.

I didn't come to see the pile of corpses, and the merchants felt better. Only the guards, standing behind the masters of each family, looked back and forth at the scouts that were haunting the surroundings.

"According to intelligence, the little prince of Tatar has sent his subordinate generals, I don't know what his name is, it shouldn't be a bad thing," Xiao Ye and Yang Tianshou were talking, and the heralds beside him had already contacted Li Shuo.

In the distance in the ring fortifications, the morale of the sergeants was high for a while.

Twenty miles east of the Bamtso tribal camp, nearly 8,000 cavalry of various tribes had gathered on the grassland, and 3,000 Tatar warriors with round shields and double-layered cowhide cuirass began to rumble towards the Bamtso tribal camp under the leadership of Tai Thornqi.

The soldiers are boundless, not to mention these Tartars with one man and two horses, the whole black-brown torrent, on the verdant grassland, is rushing due west rapidly, waving flags and horns.

The scout lurking on the grassland immediately relayed the news of the attack of the Tartars back to Li Shuo's hands, and was immediately informed of Xiao Ye, who was watching the battle behind him.

"Hehe, this tartar came by chance," his fingers looked at the table, Xiao Ye listened to the herald's whispered briefing, and said to Yang Tian with a smile.

However, the people with binoculars in their hands, looking at the Tartar horse team that appeared in the camera, the increasing posture, one by one, lost the joke just now, and their brows furrowed into a pimple.

"Boom," when the Tartar cavalry group came three miles away and began to gather the formation, Li Shuo, who was standing in the ring fortifications, immediately ordered someone to blow the bronze flute of guard. There are adults supervising the battle in the back, and if he doesn't show his hand well, it will be stupid.

"Didi, Didi," the piercing sound of the brass flute spread throughout the camp, and a thousand sergeants in the trenches, wearing khaki iron helmets, got up with a clamor and set up the fire/guns, shotguns, and a few rifles in their hands, and the earth-shattering thunder was placed one by one, and the back cover was opened.

On the machine gun position and the lightning artillery position, Hao Yongliang's loud voice could be faintly heard by Xiao Ye.

The rat-shaped chariots on both sides of the position trembled slightly and levitated, and the two thousand cavalry turned over and got on their horses, showing their scimitars and fire/guns in their hands, ready to hear the order at any time.

Looking at the sergeants in the trenches with binoculars, Xiao Ye wondered if it was worth matching them with bayonets, even if there were fewer rifles; After all, the hunting knife is really short, and it is the sergeant who suffers in hand-to-hand combat, and the Tartar scimitar is too clumsy.

The movement in the camp of the Bamtso tribe made Tai Tingqi, who had stopped, can't help but despise these thieves of the Galen tribe, the flag of the Galen tribe has been erected here for several days, and those tribes near Juyan Lake have found out which thief is eating meat.

There are not as many three-eyed firearms as Jinong's personal guards, nor bronze artillery, as an upright steppe man, what Tai Thorn Qi pursues is to use a fierce horse team, rush up and destroy any enemy with a scimitar, that is the true warrior, is the true color of the prairie eagle.

So, "Charge, all charge, step on the camp of the Bamtso tribe, and cut off the head of the thief," with the rough roar of Tai Thornqi, the guards sounded the horn of the indomitable charge.

The 5,000 horses behind half a mile echoed the sound of the horn and slowly raised the speed of the horses.

Sitting firmly on his horse, with a wave of the scimitar in his hand, the Tartar cavalry surging up like a flowing water, like an unstoppable torrent, conjured into a sharp arrow formation, and roared and pounced on the gentle slope that was not high.

Tai Thorn Qi, who was stationed in place with his personal guards, still had a very sharp eye, three miles away, when the war horse rushed to the camp, it was when the horse speed was the most violent, and with the impact of three thousand cavalry, he couldn't think of anyone who could stop it.

Unless there was a chain of vehicles like the Ming army in front of him, but now he couldn't see it.

What's more, there are five thousand horsemen behind the more imposing cavalry, which is simply unforgivable, and the horse thieves of the Galen tribe who are hiding underground have only one way to be cut off their heads.

"Peng, boom, Peng, boom," dozens of thunderbolts exploded, and put a few groups of cavalry together, which also prompted the Tartar cavalry to pull out of a loose formation, and the blood stimulated the Tartar warriors, urging the war horses more and more, and stepping on the flesh and blood on the ground erupted with greater impact.

Charge, only charge forward, otherwise it is yourself who dies first, and you have to drag others down, this is very clear to the Tartar cavalry, and they can't even turn the direction at will.

Crackling, popping, a mile wide and long horse trap, many horses were damaged, and the tartars who fell to the ground and were trampled to death by the hooves behind them did not block the route of the torrent of horses; The commander sent by Jinong to personally lead the army, the deterrent power is something that the tribes cannot raise their heads, and the tribe that dies for Jinong is also glorious.

The light of the Immortal Heaven shone brightly on their lives, and the Tartars were incomparably confident, and they let out a roar of strange screams.

The horse team, which had just rushed through the trap, had already approached a hundred paces away from the trench, and hundreds of grenades whistling down above their heads smashed down with a clatter, smashing into flames.

"Peng, Peng, touch, touch," a thousand guns/guns, shotguns, mixed with the crisp sound of rifles, sent a rain of bullets at the Tartar horses, and the Tartar cavalrymen with round shields, although from time to time some people screamed and fell off their horses, but the horses' hooves also stepped within fifty paces of the trench.

Bang bang, the horn bows in the hands of the Tartar cavalry also shot sharp arrows one after another, throwing the arrows out at the fastest speed.

Poof, poof, the sergeants with arrows on their cheeks, necks, and shoulders fell in the trenches one after another, and were dragged aside by the medical guards for treatment.

One thousand infantry faced three thousand cavalry, and the fast-firing guns, coupled with the earth-shattering thunder that shot out one after another, instantly smashed the Tartar cavalry into countless smoke and dust; Hundreds of horses rushed to the trenches of the Tartar cavalry, luckily wielding scimitars and maces, but soon crackling short/fire/guns, very simply knocked down the horses.

"Wow," said the tartar, whose skull had been half stripped off, and threw out the scimitar in his hand in indignation, and fell down in front of the sergeant; The old sergeant touched the blood on his face, continued to hold the gun on the warm and twitching corpse, and fired at the shadows in the dust, and the inexperienced sergeant, spitting out the lunch he had just eaten, was also desperately pulling the trigger.

The Tartars came up, and if they didn't kill them, they would die by themselves, this was the old army's admonition to the young sergeants.

The hooves of his own cavalry almost stepped on the heads of the thieves of the Byron tribe, and the Tai Thorn Qi, who was supervising the battle behind, issued a clarion call to accelerate the attack, and the five thousand cavalry who followed the second wave roared and stared at the round eyes, and the buttocks of the war horse were pierced with blood by the spurs.

"Rumble, rumble," the grass shook, and a larger torrent surged up, and the bearded Tartar cavalry, whose faces were blown up, were clearly visible to the sergeants.

"Boom, boom," "All the way, all the way," when the lightning cannon and heavy machine gun opened their throats and roared, in the black and oppressive Tatar cavalry group, when they waded out of the open space, Xiao Ye, who stood up unconsciously, finally put down the binoculars, this Li Shuo, and knew how to lure the snake out of the hole.

"My lord, Li Shuo is staying in the guards, that's Qu Cai," Xin Rulin, who was in a wheelchair, spoke leisurely, this kind of tragic scene, he had long stopped looking at the telescope, but it did not hinder his judgment of the situation.

"He and Xue Zilong are good, bring eighteen more of them, and you can let them go to the war barracks," Xiao Ye took the teacup, lifted the lid and took a sip.

Li Shuo and Xue Zilong, Xin Rulin had seen them when he first came, but these two guards who didn't speak much were like Xiao Ye's shadows, very ordinary, he didn't have much impression, this battle was in front, and he began to pay attention to Xiao Ye's subordinate officers.

"The coldness on the grassland can only be understood by the Han people who have been slaves to the Tartars, and they have a softer temper," Xiao Ye sighed as he looked at the reef-like Tartars in the camp.

If he led his soldiers and fought with such a powerful Tartar in the trenches, I am afraid that he would not be so calm, at least he would not put the first wave of Tartars in front of him, and the effect would not be so good.

When the dead bodies and dead horses were almost piled up into a small red ridge within a hundred paces of the trench, the sound of trumpets in the distance sounded the order to withdraw the troops, and the terrified Tartar cavalry scattered in all directions in panic.

Sitting on horseback, Tai Tingqi looked at the tragic scene in front of him with stupid eyes, and muttered to himself, "Firearms, firearms are so powerful?" Immortal heaven, why don't you have mercy on your people,"

Although he saw the cavalry on both sides of the camp, the two thousand cavalry who did not move, he still ignored the two chariots, and hastily withdrew his troops for thirty miles.

After taking up the army and sending people to count the casualties, Tai Tingqi was already crying without tears, and nearly half of the men and horses died in a single charge, how could he still have the face to face Jinong, who had high hopes for him.

In the messy camp, Tai Thorn Qi had no intention of looking at the bitter faces of the patriarchs, and while urging them to continue to recruit cavalry, he sent an urgent harrier letter to Jinong in the far away Hetao for help.

This thorn on the soft belly is not removed, and Jinong has no intention of sending troops to Datong again.

Three hundred years later, in Africa, there were fifty white-skinned Yangyi, with the same two heavy machine guns and three small cannons in their hands, they pushed 50,000 elite cavalry of the black tribe, but the soldiers under Xiao Ye staged this scene in advance, but the scale was a little smaller.

"Mighty, the adult sergeant is fierce, and the Tartar ghost cries wolf, I am really lucky," After watching this thrilling battle, Jin Baoliang came to Xiao Ye, stretched out his thumb and praised vigorously, but the words in the second half of the sentence made Xiao Ye directly unhappy.

"This is the leader's soldiers," Xiao Ye's words made Jin Baoliang nod again and again, and he didn't know if he understood, "No wonder there is Qingfeng Valley, the defenders don't light beacons all year round, it turns out that Lord Ximen fought against the Tartars on the grassland, and his loyalty and courage are commendable,"

"Yes, yes," the other deacons gave a thumbs up without hesitation.

Saying this, Xiao Ye waved his hand helplessly, and reluctantly accepted the compliments of the merchants, but seeing that they grasped the telescope in their hands so tightly, their eyebrows suddenly stood up.

"Li Shan, I received those telescopes, one of them cost a thousand taels of silver," this kind of telescope that can slightly adjust the focal length is different from the southern diorama, and it is not something that can be made by a Ming craftsman.

Next, Xiao Ye took these people, under the guidance of Li Shuo, to see the grass puddle full of Han slave corpses, this shady place with almost thousands of souls, so that even Yang Tianshou, who didn't like to go out, was dumbfounded and furious.

"Xiao boy, you can rest assured in the school, there will be students to call you," patting Xiao Ye's shoulder, Yang Tianshou, who was staggering, was helped out of the grass by the guards.

"My lord, it seems that there is really no need to have mercy on the Tartars," Xin Rulin, whose face was pale, arched his hand at Xiao Ye, his eyes were cold.

Although the other craftsmen and merchant deacons did not speak, they could see that they were quite shocked by the stimulation. The difference between rumors and reality is huge.

Only Jin Baoliang, who came out at the end, silently looked at the indifferent Xiao Ye, bit and bit his cheeks, and walked out with his head down, he had seen this kind of scene outside the gate more than once, but it was covered up by the Jurchen horse thieves.

"You are Da Ming people, reincarnate or be Da Ming people, stay away from here," standing quietly in the grass hole, Xiao Ye turned his face to look at the sky, his eyes were expressionless, "Your blood feud, since I have seen it, I will report it to you,"

"If the wild tartars don't submit to me, the only thing that awaits them is destruction," said in a low voice, Xiao Ye raised his right hand a little forward, and the guards carried large bags of fierce fire oil, and walked closer to the depths of the grass.

"Peng," a fire/bomb exploded, the fire rose, black smoke billowed out, and after chanting Amitabha, Xiao Ye left without looking back.

A few of the old soldiers who remained in place, holding shovels, waited in the distance of the fire, and when the grass was burned out, they would dig pits and bury the ashes of the unknown.