After the transaction catalogue was taken out, the first messy thing was the three merchants, and what they didn't expect was that the goods that they had monopolized in their hands actually appeared in the eyes of the other two without reservation; So, after the deal with the "Persians" was completed, in a tent in the camp, Deacon Wang, Huang Deshan, and Tian Fangjun were arguing with big eyes.

The final result of the argument was that this time the transaction was finished first, anyway, everyone had a list of Persians in their hands, and when they went back, the principals of the three families sat together to negotiate, and then went to Ximen Baihu to place an order.

Xiao Ye's dart game-like identity can be regarded as being confirmed.

How the interests of the three families are exchanged is not something that the three middle-level treasurers can decide.

After all, the "Persians" who can create so many exquisite objects have amazing strength without guessing, not that their merchants can easily shake it, the risk on the grassland is quite large, and it is not much good to offend.

So, 30 vanity mirrors, 6 pocket watches, 200 rear-loading guns, and 4,000 matching projectiles were divided equally by the three families, and Bailonghu was also exchanged for 200 outcasts, 1,000 stone of grain, as well as silver, salt, cloth, pots and pans, and so on.

This was a preferential price that Bauddes had grudgingly agreed to, or the three merchants would have to pay an IOU.

That night, the three businessmen paid a private visit to Bades and gave them valuable gifts, especially the Tian family, and the reason for the period is needless to say.

Late at night, according to the rules, sixty percent of the gifts had to be handed over to the hundred households, and after Xiao Liuzi walked away with the big head, he looked at the remaining two hundred taels of gold ingots in front of him, and Baodes drooled, these heavy gold were his own.

What is Haixi Village, what is the glory of the officer, he has forgotten about it, and following Miss Lena is the Cotai Strip.

Early the next morning, Xiao Liuzi led a team to escort three caravans back to Shiguantun, without the drag of heavy goods, and the speed of the pack team was very fast. No one noticed that five miles away from them, Huang Hanxiang was following unhurriedly with a hundred sergeants.

On the way, although the deacon king and the two treasurers muttered about the appearance of Baudus and the red-haired Tartars, they did not bother to distinguish the difference between the Tartars and the Persians, and their focus was on how much profit they would get in the future, and how far away the Persians would be.

Although the Persians' nest was not found, they got the required list, got direct contact with the Persians, and no longer thought about being exploited by the intermediate links, and the journey was smooth, and the head of the family must have a reward.

The happiest of the three was Huang Deshan, a recipe of yellow plaster that was enough to make him a deacon; The recipe prescribed by Xiao Ye is really low.

5,000 catties of stone, during the doping period, there are 100 catties of charcoal, 100 catties of saltpeter and sulfur, 50 catties of copper, iron and wood, 50 catties of white sand, 20 catties of lead and tin, and 1 catty of mercury.

Of course, if there is a shortage of ingredients, the quality of the plaster will decrease accordingly, and this is clearly said.

According to the power of the Huang family, even if the Wang and Tian families have formulas in their hands, but if they want to open up sales, they can't compare the advantages of the Huang family.

Besides, with Huang Deshan's thinking, he couldn't have imagined that although this formula is complicated, it is not too magical, and it is recommended to use an ordinary stone mill to try it first when he goes back.

Of course, the representatives of the three families in Shiguantun, with laughter in their mouths and thoughts mixed in their eyes, became more and more intense as the distance back to Shiguantun shortened; Xiao Ye, the location of the hundred households, how to replace and dispose of it, now they can't say which one.

They still have ideas about Xiao Ye's Shiguantun being chosen by the Persians as the location of the shop. Obviously, the Persians still wanted to give Xiao Ye certain benefits, so they would put the shops with brilliant money in the remote Shiguantun instead of the prosperous Weifu.

The position of a small hundred households can be done by anyone, you Xiao Ye once helped the Persians, that was once, and you also got enough benefits. If you change places, or die, then the hundred households will have to choose another one. The three businessmen who were holding their breath in their hearts, the closer they got to Shiguantun, the more agile their thoughts became.

What they didn't notice was that there were three fewer guards in the team of Xiao Liuzi, and three more scouts and heralds, and the number of people who could count those guards was already careful enough.

Seeing that the caravan was far away, Huang Hanxiang sent someone back to Bailong Lake to deliver the news, and by the way, he sent the thunder and other materials sent by the hundred households, and arranged for the sergeants to familiarize themselves with it as soon as possible. With six squad barracks, the shore of Bailong Lake will also be able to increase the garrison.

More than 50 Tatar cavalrymen, mounted as cavalry and dismounted as herdsmen, under the supervision of the Wang Hu team who stayed behind, raised horses and grazed the horses in Bailong Lake, and at the same time guarded the passage to the rear of Bailong Lake.

Wang Hu's team stayed, and Wang Meng's team rotated every ten years, Xiao Ye was also helpless, came to Shiguan less than a year, Shiguan Tun below the top of the mountain, within a radius of fifty miles, inadvertently, has now become a world of vine grass, sending scouts to patrol around has become a luxury.

Fortunately, around the quarry, the training ground and the two stone forts and the tun wall, Coptis trees were planted, and on both sides of the road leading to the gravel fort and the entrance of the stone pass, there was also a small tree in 20 steps, and the survival rate was quite high, avoiding the infestation of rattan grass.

But ten miles away from the quarry stone fort, the original charcoal pit was completely submerged by vine grass, dense and half-human-high tough branches overlapped, sharp stingers, so that Xiao Ye directly gave up the plan to recover, and the consumption of charcoal in Tunli could only be bought.

The three coptis trees in front of the land temple, the scattered branches were almost cut off, and on the bare trunks, under the prevention of Wang Dali, the military households saw that the men of the Huang and Tian families could not buy a branch with copper coins.

Just as the returning caravan was about to approach the canyon, a black spot was faintly revealed on the grassland in the distance, and the scouts who had galloped back from their horses "Peng, Peng," fired a vigilant gunshot.

"Tartars, there are Tartars, the Tartar cavalry is coming," the sweaty scout rode to the little six sons, and before he had time to dismount, he shouted loudly, "The number is about five hundred,"

The scout's voice was very loud, and the guards who were originally riding freely on their horses were in a hurry, and if it weren't for Huang Deshan and Deacon Wang's loud shouting, it is estimated that they would have accelerated towards the canyon.

Only the fifty guards who followed Tian Fang Jun were a little confused for a while, and soon gathered around Tian Fang Jun, guarding the two pack horses carrying goods.

On the other hand, Xiao Liuzi sat firmly on the horse's back, took out the yellow canocular telescope, stretched the barrel with a snap, and looked in the direction of the Tartar in the distance for a moment, and waited until the scout returned to the horse team, and then ordered in a deep voice, "Guards, prepare to block the enemy,"

Twenty guards shouted in unison, some jumped off their horses and began to unload the ammunition distribution on the horses, and several sergeants with shovels, carrying pack horses with two boxes of only thunder, ran away in the direction of the Tartars.

"Little Liuzi, who are you?" Deacon Wang, who had a panicked face, urged the horse to lean over, "Let's retreat, the Tartar is powerful, and it will be difficult to get out once it is entangled,"

His words were also the voices of the other two shopkeepers, but their luck Xiao Liuzi casually sabotaged, "Retreat?" How to retreat, this place is more than eighty miles away from the canyon, the speed of the Tartars is too fast, once they are caught up, how many people here can survive? The cool voice made Deacon Wang speechless.

"After the guards left half of them with me, the others immediately turned towards the canyon, and the speed should be fast," his eyes swept over the guards, and Xiao Liuzi sneered, took off the fire/gun on his back, and pulled the muzzle plug.

What he didn't expect was that Deacon Wang and the shopkeeper of the other two families, after making eye contact a few times, actually urged the healthy horse without saying a word, and took the lead in running into the distance; The two hundred guards were also quite smart, pulling a pack horse, following their own words, rumbling and running quickly towards the canyon, one by one, the figures were vigorous and not to be left behind.

"Grass, running so fast, it really made Huang Hanxiang right," the stunned little Liuzi, looking at the large puff of smoke and dust running away, spat angrily, "I want Lao Tzu to be a substitute for the dead ghost, no way,"

As he spoke, Xiao Liuzi glanced at the herald beside him, and Yao Baoliang was blowing a letter whistle, urging Huang Hanxiang's team to come and converge.

Of course, Xiao Liuzi, a small flag officer, tried in vain to command the merchants' guards, although he did not have extravagant expectations, but the disappointment was quite large; Soon, the sergeant who had arranged twenty jumping mines ran back, "Captain, it's okay,"

"Don't worry, get on the horse and drink saliva first, let's retreat too fast, the Tartars can still catch up, in case those merchants fold too much, they will be reprimanded by hundreds of households when they go back." Damn, that guy Huang Hanxiang took away too much of the thunder. ”

Xiao Liuzi jumped off the horse, regretfully pulled the bolt, and skillfully began to load, this time, the twenty of them changed their loads, all shotguns.

The guards around him also dismounted, sorted out the weapons in their hands, took off the back cover of the earth-shattering thunder, pulled out the fire rope, and placed it in a convenient place; In fighting with the Tartars on horses, they have no advantage, but they are still certain in the blocking battle.

Most of the sand and gravel ground under the feet of this place has sparse weeds, and it is impossible to dig hidden soil pits with military shovels, so you can only put up a line of guns to shoot.

Wang Huangtian's three caravans entered the grassland, and were soon found by the rangers of the wolf, because the distance was too far, until the tenth day, there were cavalry Kankan rushed to the vicinity of Bailong Lake, several searches, but they could only follow the traces, to chase the caravan back.

After unsuccessfully encircling Xiao Ye and his party along the edge of the Gobi, Lanai could not bear to return to the tribe, where they were stationed at the northern foot of the Altai Mountains, and it was the season for cattle and sheep to grow fat and breed, and his herdsmen could not afford to delay the time.

Only the collapsed wolf, who refused to give up, sent a deputy commander with five hundred elite horsemen to harass Bailong Lake from time to time, and by the way, he stared at Shiguan Canyon, with a posture of waiting for the rabbit. The brigade retreated into the depths of the steppe and rested in a medium-sized tribe.

Unexpectedly, Huang Hanxiang and the others went out of the canyon and directly entered the Gobi, and the news of their interception and killing was a little late.

The Tartar cavalry also needed a place to rest, and the tribe they temporarily lived in was in a wetland four hundred miles away, and they did their best to come when they were alerted.

"Boom," five hundred Tartar cavalry, more than a thousand galloping war horses, on the dreary steppe, kicked up a large cloud of dust, which did not disperse for a long time; A sturdy Tartar in front of the team howled when he saw his target from afar.

At the sound of his shout, the Tartars, who had lived on horseback for many years, jumped up on their horses as they went, took up their weapons, and reached out to untie the reins of their saddles; The Tartar cavalry, who had replaced the horses, left their tired horses on the spot, and began to accelerate again.

Like a dark cloud gradually dispersing, the sword on the grassland flashed, and the sound of horses' hooves shook the heart, without any sluggishness, pounced on the twenty upright Ming cavalry.

Although he was familiar with the Tatar cavalry routine, the Tartar who was getting closer and closer still made Xiao Liuzi's breath pause, and the palm holding the fire/gun was a little damp, "Lao Wang, it's no problem to jump thunder,"

The black-bearded sergeant beside him wrinkled his brows and said in a deep voice, "No problem, twenty zhang in one row, enough for them to drink a pot," but he didn't know how powerful the thunder was.

Five miles, three miles, one mile, the faces of the Tartars in front of them are getting clearer and clearer, the shiny scimitars, the black horned bows, and the wild galloping horses, which make Xiao Liuzi's breath shortened, "Ready, raise the gun,"

The sergeants in a row stood in front of their horses and raised their guns/guns in their hands, their muzzles aimed at the approaching horses, and everyone's heart was pounding; Provocation, yes, they are provoking the five hundred Tartar cavalry in front of them, this is an order from a hundred households.

Xiao Ye tried to transfer the sale of goods away from his stone castle, Wang Ziliang had a bad premonition, and he could even imagine that if the three caravans returned, within a month, at best, it would be the location of Xiao Ye's hundred households, and they would definitely be transferred to another place in a short period of time.

Wealth touches people's hearts, wealth makes people faint, the three merchants are not merciful and benevolent masters, for the sake of high profits, killing people may not even blink an eye.

However, Yang Tianshou, who is old and sophisticated, gave a suggestion of a desperate plan after learning about Xiao Ye's plan, which was also approved by Wan Ziliang; That is to let Xiao Ye turn the target of the Tartars to Shiguan, with the frequent harassment of the Tartars, whether others have the courage to go to Shiguantun to serve as a hundred households depends on Xiao Ye's luck.

I believe that under the scimitar and horn bow of the Tartars, those family officers will not easily come to Shiguantun to take risks, and they can still sober up the heads of most people if they have their lives to earn money and not to spend their lives.

When the Tatar cavalry of the brigade shouted and rushed into the minefield, Xiao Liuzi looked up at the west with hatred, but still didn't see Huang Hanxiang's shadow, so he had to curse secretly, picked up his shotgun, "Aim,"

A mile away from the bushes and meadows, a Tatar war horse with an attacking arrow, the horse's hooves galloping, unsurprisingly stepped on the earthy yellow jumping thunder, "Teng, Teng, Teng," several round iron shells jumped from the ground to the height of the horse's belly.

The Tatar cavalry had sharp eyes, and when they saw something jumping up around them, they didn't have time to shout, and a ball of flame exploded next to their feet, "boom," more than 200 bean-sized steel balls in the thunderbolt flew rapidly.

"Ah, ah," the screams were mixed with the neighing of the war horses, and the dozen or so war horses that rushed over first were fine, and the Tartars who followed behind were killed, although the thighs and abdomen of the war horses retreated to block most of the steel balls, and the knee pads and boots on their legs were also pierced by the steel balls, and blood spurted out.

The Tartar horse team, which rushed to kill in an orderly manner, was suddenly scattered as the people fell into shock.

The horses that fell to the ground in the horse team not only blocked the Tartars behind, but the wounded cavalry was also rushed up by their companions, and they did not have time to kick the stirrups on their feet, and the hard hooves of the horses had already clicked on their bodies, and the screams and howls came from time to time; For a moment, the momentum of the arrow-shaped attacking horse team was stunned.

Fortunately, the deputy commander of the Tartars, who was running at the front, did not fall with his scimitar, and the Tartar cavalry behind could only jump over the wounded horses and companions on the ground and continue to accelerate forward; With just a few breaths of delay, the horse teams in front and behind were already out of touch.

With more than thirty Tatar cavalry who were lucky enough to pass through the minefield, two hundred paces away, the deputy commander ran into the shotgun team of Xiao Liuzi head-on; "Peng, Peng, Peng," a muffled gunshot rang out.

"Peng, Peng, Peng," the white smoke rose, although the number of people was small, but the momentum of the platoon guns was quite violent, three consecutive reloading shots, rushing to the Tartar cavalry within less than a hundred paces, and successively falling off the horse; More than a dozen elite cavalrymen didn't have time to pull out the horn bow in their hands, and a large ball of blood bloomed on their chests, and they unwillingly lowered their arms and fell headlong.

Holding the fire/gun in his hand with one hand, Xiao Liuzi pouted and looked at the large group of Tartars rushing on the opposite side, withdrew on his horse, opened his throat and shouted, "Retreat, retreat immediately," Twenty war horses with a dozen pack horses turned around and headed in the direction of the canyon.

In the bushes, the Tartar cavalry who followed behind, seeing the commander lying on the ground, the war horse wandered for a moment, and then rumbled again and chased after him; In the distance behind them, the war horses scattered on the grass, bowing their heads and willing to eat the green grass, were quickly pulled by several sergeants in grass-green field uniforms.

Huang Hanxiang's hundred-man team had already touched the back of the tartar and fell behind unhurriedly.

The squad retreating to Shiguan Gorge, the sound of fire/gunfire on the horseback from time to time, made the Tartar cavalry who were playing with their lives scattered in the back fell off their horses and died, and they could also block the speed of the pursuers.

However, there was also an unlucky sergeant who fell off his horse in a hurry and was slashed and killed on the spot by the Tartars who caught up.

Two hours later, the little six sons, who had passed through the hills and bushes, commanded the sergeants to lay out the formation on a high ground outside the canyon; The horses were taken by the sergeants to the rear of the heights.

And the deacon Wang, who had already run to the entrance of the canyon, finally stopped running, and compared with the Tartar cavalry, the war horses under their crotches could no longer run.

"Deacon Wang, shall we help?" Tian Fangjun, who was sweating profusely, shouted in embarrassment, anyway, the pack horse entered the canyon, if he didn't block the entrance, he couldn't say that the Tartars would rush in by taking advantage of the situation.

"Shopkeeper Tian, the fire/spearmen of the hundred households in Ximen can't stop the tartars, let's not even think about it," carrying a water bag in his hand, Huang Deshan endured the stinging pain in his inner thighs and poured a few sips of cold water, "Let's hurry in,"

Deacon Wang held the reins, his eyes swept over the little six sons and them, and he carefully found that only one of the twenty sergeants was missing, and the others had followed, and he couldn't help but hesitate; After all, the cargo has just entered the canyon, and the speed in it can't be fast.

"Shopkeeper Tian, Shopkeeper Huang and I are old, we can't fight, my two families will leave you twenty guards each, which can be regarded as a helping hand for you," Speaking of this, Deacon Wang glanced at Tian Fangjun gently, "I, Wang Xiliang, owe you a favor this time,"

The words are very clear, it is him Wang Xiliang personally, not the Wang family, then this favor can be big or small.

"Yes, yes, I'll be at Shiguan soon, I can't let the Tartars catch up, Brother Tian, I, Huang Deshan, also owe you a favor," Huang Deshan, who was afraid of death, rushed over without hesitation; In the distance, the smoke and dust blown away by the breeze are getting closer and closer.

"You," Tian Fangjun glared at the two peers angrily, if he hadn't thought about the white flute paper that had been covered, he wouldn't have said that word at all, now it's okay, the Tartar chased after him, but he was squeezed and lost face.

Leaving forty guards, Deacon Wang and Huang Deshan ran into the canyon, a canyon more than thirty miles long, if they were rushed into it by the Tartar cavalry, they would not be able to see the land temple of Shiguantun today.

Seeing that the two slippery guys ran away, Tian Fangjun looked at the frightened guards beside him, and couldn't help but sigh secretly, "Let's go to the entrance of the canyon and set up a formation there to block the enemy," compared to those military households, he felt that his own life was much more important.

"Peng, Peng," the fire/guns of the nineteen sergeants rang out again on the high ground in the distance, and the sergeants, who had not had time to dig the bunker pit, with the shotguns with the extra-long range in their hands, preemptively pulled the trigger on the Tartar cavalry. The large puff of gunpowder smoke set off in front of him was quickly dispersed by the whirring south wind, but it did not affect the vision.

The Tartars who were killed on the spot by their deputy commander were already chasing after the red eyes, and the companions who were constantly falling around them couldn't stop them from coming forward to slash and kill, and the rumbling sound of horses' hooves gradually approached more and more.

More than 400 cavalrymen dressed in cowhide soft armor were attached to their horses, and let the projectiles whizz in their ears, as long as they did not fall and their horses were not knocked down by the projectiles, the scimitars in their hands would not let go.

Having learned the lesson of the concentrated assault just now, the scattered horse team was like a large net that spread out in all directions, spreading in all directions and rushing towards the shrub area less than ten feet high, where people shouted and neighed, and arrows flew out.

"Pounce, pounce," the sharp wolf's tooth arrows pierced the sergeant's chest and body, and the sergeant who fell to the ground got up and half-knelt on the ground, unless he was shot in the head by a sharp arrow, staggered and raised the fire / gun again, gritting his teeth and repeating the action of shooting.

In the smoke of gunpowder, Xiao Liuzi stared at the sound of the approaching horse's hooves, shook his hand and threw away the fire/gun, and took out the earth-shaking thunder, "Earth-shaking thunder, throw it out,"

"Boom, boom, boom," five earth-shattering thunderbolts per person, and in a few breaths, they were hurried out, blowing up large patches of dust, broken branches and rotten grass; However, the bloodstained war horse of the Tartar has already rushed to the front.

The twenty sergeants looked coldly at the Tartar that had fallen in front of them, and quickly pulled out the revolver/gun, each with two short fires/guns, and fired at the shadow in front of them, "Bang pa, pap pa,"

Although some Tartars were knocked off their horses from time to time, most of the projectiles hit the horses in a hurry, and under the scorching sun, the black and oppressive horse team rushed to the high ground.

"Boom," the fierce horse team rushed straight over, the knife flashed, the "click, click" scimitar swept over, the three-edged army/thorn in Xiao Liuzi's hand blocked the scimitar in front of him, and then a scimitar swept over from the side, but it slashed at his chest fiercely, sending him straight out.

From time to time, there was a clicking sound of fractures in his ears, and the little six sons, who were rolling on the ground, endured the sharp pain in his chest, coughed loudly, tried to get up with a gray face, and touched a wet head casually.

Relying on the protective clothing and the hard-fought infantry formation of the Tartar horse team, it was impossible to block even a cavalry impact, and the nineteen sergeants who were knocked into the air could still get up, and there were less than ten people left.

After penetrating the Tartar horse team defending the high ground, Tian Fangjun, who was still watching from a distance, rushed into the canyon regardless of the horse, and the other more than 70 family guards followed in a panic.

Fortunately, the bloody Tartars who were shot by fire/guns were staring at Xiao Liuzi and them, and they didn't have the heart to chase those caravans if they didn't kill the dozen or so Ming troops who were still struggling.

Xiao Liuzi, who was knocked to the ground by the Tartar war horse, coughed and spit out the dust in his mouth, and got up, his ears buzzing; The sergeant's right hand, which was stained with the blood of the sergeant, touched a fire/gun indiscriminately, picked it up and tried to reload, only to be stunned to find that the barrel of the fire/gun was trampled into an arc by the horse's hooves.

Sweeping his eyes, Xiao Liuzi was aggrieved to find that the brothers were all covered with dust and blood, and they were busy looking for their weapons. As for those lying on the ground, there is basically no hope.

"Assemble, hurry, assemble the formation," forcibly swallowed the fishy breath in his throat and eyes, Xiao Liuzi shouted hoarsely, and beckoned his sergeants to his side, whether it was fire/gun or revolver, as long as there was a guy in his hand.

And the Tartars, who had rushed out more than six hundred paces, unhurriedly turned their horses' heads again, closed their horses, their scimitars held high like a forest, and their faces were cold; The Tartar cavalry still maintained a certain amount of respect for the enemy who dared to fight them to the death, and did not mind giving them a little time to catch their breath.

Although they had lost nearly eighty of their companions in the hands of these twenty men, the situation was now settled, and it was time to kill them in one fell swoop.

The two centurions shouted, and just as the Tartar cavalry began to urge the horse to accelerate again, on the grassland behind Xiao Liuzi, the rumbling sound of horses' hooves sounded, and the sharp suona sound was piercing and loud.

A hundred-man cavalryman, a group of gun-wielding sergeants dressed in strange green clothes, rumbled up and quickly approached the high ground.

"Damn, Huang Hanxiang, you can be regarded as here," without looking back, Xiao Liuzi grinned, his mouth full of bloody teeth, and he was panting heavily.

The sergeants who abandoned their horses, raised the fire/guns in their hands, and quickly ran to the side of a dozen disabled comrades, three teams in a row, the front team half knelt on the ground, and raised the fire/guns in a loud manner, aiming at the Tartar cavalry who rushed up.

"Team 1 to Team 7 to fire freely, Team 8 to Team 10, prepare for the Sky Shaking Thunder," Huang Hanxiang shouted loudly, and the thirty sergeants who took two steps back not only took off the Sky Shaking Thunder on their bodies, but also took off the Sky Shaking Thunder from the sergeants who were still shooting next to them.

"Bump, bump, bump," the dense burst of fire/gunfire rang out again.

At this time, Xiao Liuzi found that Huang Hanxiang, who was not far from him, was also wearing yellow-green clothes, and shot quickly with a fire/gun. Grinning silently, Xiao Liuzi sat on the ground.

The sudden reinforcements slowed down the momentum of the Tartar cavalry, and after planting a dozen unlucky eggs, they turned around several times, but still couldn't find a place to put their mouths, so they could only reluctantly spread the distance and retreat to the east.

They have already learned the power of fire/guns, and the Tartars are not fools, since they have no chance, then choose the next chance; However, they firmly remembered the trade road in the direction of this canyon.

Ten people were killed on the spot, eight were seriously wounded, and in a short engagement, the guards were wounded more than half, but fortunately, the pack horses were retracted. If it weren't for the fact that the sergeants of the pro-guard team all wore protective clothing, perhaps Huang Hanxiang's only task was to collect their bodies.

hastily cleaned up the battlefield, Xiao Liuzi and they were all injured, if it weren't for the protection of protective clothing, plus a little luck, they would have been reimbursed on the spot with a Tartar to wear the formation; Even so, the little six sons, whose sternum was cut off, could only lie on the back of the horse and return to the canyon.

Compared to the nine companions who had their heads cut off, they were indeed a little lucky.

"Hey, there are still too few of us," Huang Hanxiang looked at the distant tartar with his spear across the horse's back. Since the entrance to the canyon has been targeted by the Tartars, the passage to Bailong Lake will no longer be safe in the future, and a stone fort may be built here.

Hurriedly cleaned the battlefield, escorted the personal guards of the hundred households into the canyon, and after joining Tian Fangjun and them, Huang Hanxiang did not continue to follow, nor did he pay attention to the faces of those guards, but took the Tartar war horse that he picked up and went west into the grassland.

They were to stay near the entrance of the canyon for three hours to buy time for the caravan to return to Shiguantun.

However, the fact that twenty people could survive under the elite knives of five hundred Tartars in the field is enough to show that the fire/gun and the sky-shaking thunder are quite fierce firearms, and the three merchants who have been rewarded by the guards who have watched the battle have faintly moved their minds about the fire/guns and sky-shaking thunder that they didn't care about before.

And the "Persians" were able to help the sergeants of Ximen Baihu, but it was beyond their expectations, and they originally wanted to take Xiao Ye as soon as possible, but they also had some fears.