When the Tartars, who fled to the camp of Tawolfwa, cried to the captain of the army about the process of being intercepted and killed, the enraged captain cut down the kneeling Tartar on the ground with a knife.

The man in black again, though pitifully small in number, was like a bloodsucking fly lying on horseback, enough to make the arrogant Tawolf Tile want to pinch to death and step on it a few more times; Thousands of war horses outside his camp were slaughtered, and some began to harass the grain road, how could he sit in the big tent.

"Order, send a team of 1,000 people, be sure to search out the damn man in black, pluck the skin, stuff the hay to make a human bag, and the official will stand on the stone fort with the human bag," pointing to the faint black spot outside the big tent, the scimitar in Ta Wolfwa's hand kept waving.

He was already dizzy with anger, and he was about to deploy troops all over the world to find those few men in black.

"Ahem, Lord Tawolfwa, don't be impatient, don't be in a hurry, don't be in a hurry," Ranelt, who was sitting on the felt carpet, coughed twice and reassured the thunderous ally, but there was schadenfreude in his eyes.

"Oh, shouldn't this official go and kill those men in black?" Faced with Tawolfwa's unkind questioning, Lanelt hurriedly shook his head, "It should be killed, it should be killed,"

"But where those men in black came from, where their firearms came from, these are all things to be clarified, and if you don't cut the grass and eradicate the roots, there will be endless troubles," said Lanelt, who had a lively brain, unhurriedly.

"Moreover, if you want to find those few men in black on the grassland, you have to make a big noise, and the effect will not be too good, so it is better to be like this," Lanelt held the milk wine in his hand, and slowly said his plan, "It's better to let them jump in by themselves than for us to look for them randomly,"

"Oh, that's it, too," Tawolfwa blinked his eyes a few times, his face softened, and he snapped his knife into the sheath, "Okay, good, it's still your Lanelte goblin, no wonder you can escape when you meet the main force of the Tile Thorn Brigade,"

Hahaha, in the rough laughter of Tawolfwa, the corners of Lanelt's mouth twitched twice, and then he smiled in a slight.

Immortal Heaven is above, take this fool away quickly, Ranelte, who cursed again and again in his heart, didn't see the tower wolf tile who looked up and laughed, and there was a little bit of essence hidden in his tyrannical eyes.

The falcon he had brought with him in the back tent was also time to take it out; The treatment of the commander of ten thousand and the commander of a thousand is naturally not the same.

The escort food transport team is the cavalry of Ta Wolf Wa, but the grain and grass have to be raised by Ranelt, and in this plan to lure the man in black, he has to draw elite soldiers from the Ranel tribe.

Of course, the gap in his thousands of war horses can be made up for by sweeping a few larger tribes, and the cavalry is not short of a hundred or ten. There are many herdsmen on the grassland, and when he has been worried about the lack of soldiers, he has fought with the Tile Thorn tribe a few times, and has played the grain grass a few more times, and the recruits have died and died, and the elite soldiers have been trained.

The big waves sweep the sand, but not only the Ming people understand.

Lanelt, who is also calculating the tower wolf tile, doesn't seem to realize that the rough face of the tower wolf tile also has a fine mind, who knows, the grassland believes in the law of the jungle of survival of the fittest, and their respective totems are not powerful wolves, eagles, and snakes.

"Boom," a flowering bomb exploded on the edge of the vine grass, and the debris smoke from the explosion made the Ming slaves who were cleaning the vine grass hula scattered in all directions, and the few corpses left in place were convulsed with blood.

A group of Tartar cavalry, watching from afar, saw that the slaves in front of them wanted to run away, Samari rumbled around, shot down the fastest ones with a few arrows, shouted and gathered the slaves again, and forced them to continue to clean the vine grass.

Under the scorching sun, in the Gobi Desert directly north of Eagle Claw Fort, this scene has been staged countless times, and the vines and grasses around the stone fort are the most scarce, just north.

The two roads leading to the outside, although there are coptis trees on both sides, there are large areas of endless vines and grasses, and the narrow passages during the period, the Tatar cavalry look excited, but it has also become a good place for Qin Shi's night owl guards to practice marksmanship.

There were no less than hundreds of Tartars and war horses that had been knocked down on the passage by dense projectiles, and although the corpses were cleaned up by the guards every day, this also made the not very smart Tartar soldiers avoid them.

The only entrance to the stone fort was semi-underground, which had been blocked by stone pillars, and the seven or eight windows in the military quarters above had become firing platforms for the guards, condescending, where could the Tartar cavalry get close.

On the top of the stone fort platform, Liu Shuihe and Qin Shishi stood by the heavy machine gun, watching Hao Yongliang's team with a blank eye, holding the lightning cannon, rushing at the crowd three miles away, and from time to time firing a blossom bullet to practice.

The Tartar brigade approached, but did not launch a decent attack, except for harassment, but sent a large group of ragged slaves, armed with long knives and sticks, to clean the vines and grass; Those slaves scattered after beating, scattered and gathered, which made Hao Yongliang give up the idea of bombardment.

Although the accuracy of the artillery is getting more and more accurate, he has not many shells, and if he continues to consume them one by one, by the time the Tartars really start attacking the stone fort, there will be only a few rounds left.

Under the watchful eye of the guards on the fort wall, although dozens of slaves were killed, the speed at which the Tartars cleared the vines and grass became faster and faster, and they were approaching a mile of land; The figure below was still out of range, it was the grenade in the hands of Hao Yongliang and Qin Shishi, and there was no sound yet.

The passage to the outside of Eagle Claw Fort was broken, but the stone fort was well fed, and there was no shortage of clean water, which was more than enough to hold for a month; In addition, there are constant outposts in Hemadao Stone Fort, and reinforcements can arrive at any time, so don't the Tartars worry about consumption?

Thousands of soldiers eat horses and water, but it is not a small amount, but I don't know how long the Tartar leaders can endure.

In this case, not only Liu Shuihe and the others secretly wondered, but even Xiao Ye, who was in the hundred households, couldn't figure it out.

In the backyard of the 100 households under the scorching sun, two unfolded water umbrellas are hanging high overhead, and the two water outlets below are flowing with clean water, and the clear water is caught by wooden barrels.

At the stone table under the umbrella, Xiao Ye and Xin Lilin shook their fans, sipping iced tea and playing chess at the same time, very leisurely.

Since the stone shop sells ice, the price is cheap to the bottom, and now in the Madao Stone Fort, almost every military household and artisan household is willing to spend a copper every day to bring back a small bucket full of spiky ice cubes home.

Even Wang Dali built a grass hut at the Madao checkpoint, and let the two old craftsmen sell a big bowl of iced tea, a bowl for each big man, but those caravans who came from afar were surprised and admired, and asked hard when there was a big ice cellar here.

Naturally, the ice condensation agent was inquired about by the merchants, and the inventory of Xiao Ye's takeaway was swept away.

Since the Tian family has not replied to him for a long time, the ice condensator will not be moldy in the warehouse, this thing cannot be stored for a long time, and it will condense into a lump in the iron box after half a year.

But refined salt, a sensitive material, Xiao Ye did not dare to sell it easily, this kind of material strictly controlled by the government, like iron and copper, has no backing/scenery of the big merchants, whoever takes it out will die.

In Xiao Ye's study, there were five wooden barrels, which were filled with crystal ice, and the three girls hiding in the study refused to come out anyway, even if the windows were open, the room was still cool; Only in the morning and evening when the temperature is cooler, they come out to breathe.

Naturally, Xiao Ye didn't dare to be sloppy about his father-in-law Yang Tianshou's private school, so he sent his own guards early and sent buckets of ice on time.

At this time, it is still a bare stone castle, and the coptis trees planted in it are growing faster, but they will have to wait until the next year, and they may be able to bloom the canopy to shade and avoid the shade.

"Jumping horse, stepping on the car," pinched the chess pieces, Xiao Ye smiled and put them on the chessboard, "I said Brother Sanxing, do you see why the Tartars are reluctant to move, it can't be that the knives really cut off their food channel?" ”

"Huh, cut off the grain? No, just five soldiers, plus Sun Xiaoming's twenty people, if you want to cut off the grain route of the Tartars, it is difficult, there is no place on the grassland where a husband is a pass, and you can rush to the vicinity of the Eagle Claw Fort just by going around the Tartars,"

Xin Weilin shook his head amusedly, shook the paper fan lightly, and took a sip of iced tea, "Maybe the knife played a role, but this is not the key, the key is our stone castle, what is the weakness, did the Tartars find it?"

"Weakness?" Xiao Ye frowned suspiciously, although now that he had the primary powerful potion, there would be more and better potions in the future, but in the face of the advantage in the number of Tartars, he really didn't dare to hope that more than two hundred fire/spearmen could repel the arrogant Tartars.

"Brother Liu Ren got news from the Galen tribe, we belong to the Tartar Ordos tribe here, the leader is called Ta Wolf Wa, he has just been appointed as the commander of ten thousand people, and he has tens of thousands of iron horsemen under his command,"

"He has fought with us a lot of times, and he did the siege of Bailong Lake,"

"To be able to climb from a steppe warrior to the position of captain of ten thousand people, it is not just by virtue of his own strength, his mind is not simple,"

"With the vine grass blocking, the Ta Wolf Tile will not do the eight hundred things that hurt himself, there must be other plans," the index finger tapped on his temple, Xin Weilin said thoughtfully, "The time is right, he will account for two, then the rest is the time of day,"

"Hours?" Xiao Ye looked up at the bright and dazzling sunlight outside, and the corners of his mouth twitched, "Shouldn't it, he's waiting for the rain,"

When the words landed, the two of them looked stunned, their expressions stiffened a little, and from each other's eyes, they saw a hint of conspiracy.

Rainy days, fire/guns, and projectiles, once these three things are connected in series, the deep meaning of Ta Wolf Wa standing still is undoubtedly revealed.

"It's raining," almost in unison, Xiao Ye and Xin Lilin exclaimed, their minds confused; The fatal disadvantage of the rear-loading fire/gun is that the projectile cannot be damp, or even squeezed hard.

And once there is heavy rain on the grassland, although it has a great impact on the Tartar horn bowstring, but the ruthless Tartar soldiers, scimitars, and maces are not vegetarians, and they rush to the stone castle like a tide in all directions, and it may not take a meal.

Thinking of this, Xiao Yeteng stood up, "Someone is coming, pass on Wang Ziliang to come over, come over quickly,"

When Eagle Claw Fort received the emergency letter post of Madao Stone Fort, in Madao Stone Fort, a team of armed guards began to distribute ammunition nervously, and there were more than 20 rounds of projectiles in the leather box on each person's waist on weekdays, and now there are two leather boxes on the belt on the waist, and 120 rounds are fully loaded.

There were two earth-shattering thunders per person, cuirasses, crossbows, and hunting knives were also carefully inspected, and the iron helmets stored in the warehouse, and the guards above the rank of commander were also in their hands.

Wang Meng and Zuo Shi's two hundred-man teams, except for those who defended the stone fort and checkpoints, Xiao Ye was ready to take out a team of 150 people, wait for the day, and set off at any time to support the Eagle Claw Fort, once it fell, the Madao Stone Fort would inevitably become a stuffed bun; I can't say that Zhang Zhong will also insert a knife in the back, then Xiao Ye will really flee in the barren mountains and mountains.

With cold lips and teeth, Xiao Ye had to stare at the safety of Eagle Claw Fort, and he had to go all out to rescue. For the troops that could be mobilized, Xiao Ye felt powerless.

The climate on the grassland is changeable, the sun is shining at the moment, the next moment it may be pouring heavy rain, the heavy rain may be swept away, maybe it is poured for a day and a half, no one can say, even the herdsmen living on the grassland, only by experience, know a moment before the heavy rain comes.

Knowing that the firearms were sharp, Ta Wolf Wa had already sent spies to find out from a distance that there were at least hundreds of Ming fire/gunners in the stone fort at the edge of the Gobi Desert, and naturally he would not recklessly force the siege, but the fire/guns in the stone fort, he was bound to win.

And the cannon that could shoot flowering shells was enough to make his mouth water.

It is rumored that the flowering bomb that only existed in the Ming Jingshi has now appeared on the grassland, although there is only one door, how can he let go of the fat on the side of his mouth.

As for the black wolf-headed banner erected on Eagle Claw Fort, he directly ignored it.

However, there was also a stone fort in the valley to the south, and Tawolfwa remembered clearly that it was not worth losing his troops here, especially the veteran who had been in battle for a long time, and he was reluctant to squander it easily.

Without the tough veterans, no matter how many newly recruited Tartar herdsmen there are, they are still a herd of loose sheep, and Lanelt, a goblin guy, will not easily obey his own transfer.

Standing in front of the cowhide tent, the shirtless Ta Wolf Wa, smelled the hot air between his noses, and suddenly felt a little cooler, and he couldn't help but raise his head impressively.

Madao Stone Fort, Xiao Ye left a team of 20 personal guards to take care of the hundred households and mills, with 50 personal guards, plus 150 people led by Wang Meng, pulling a team of mules and horses, taking advantage of the night to leave the stone fort and drive into the dark and gloomy valley.

Zuo Shi took the remaining fifty guards, not only to guard the Madao checkpoint, but also to send people to garrison the stone fort and the hidden fort on the top of the mountain, and for a while, the troops in the Madao stone fort were extremely empty.

Wang Ziliang, who was helpless, summoned medical soldiers and communication soldiers, put on khaki uniforms, and Wang Dali's logistics team, as well as more than 50 young and strong craftsmen, put on khaki uniforms and formed seven Shiren teams, carrying fire/guns on their backs to the fort wall.

At this time, the merchants on the other side of the Madao checkpoint must not be found out about the anomaly here.

At the Madao checkpoint, the sudden increase in a team of guards only made the merchants who came to trade feel that Wang Dali was making a fuss, but no one noticed that those armed sergeants with gloomy faces had already turned on the fire/gun insurance.

No outsiders entered the stone fort, no one could get out of that checkpoint casually, which also prevented the leakage of the news of the stone fort's troop transfer, if it weren't for the staggered patrol sergeants on the fort wall, maybe the stone fort would not be so peaceful.

"Huh, huh," when the south and north foothills of the Altai Mountains were windy, and the dark clouds gradually gathered in the sky, the tribes in the grasslands of thousands of miles were all overjoyed, and after half of the summer, until now they finally waited for a good rain, and the green grass on the grassland that was about to be dried had a chance to rejuvenate again.

In the depths of the grassland, five black-clothed men, holding rifles, stood on the edge of a depression, staring at the carriage opposite, and they were thrown away by the Tartars at will, and they couldn't help but wonder.

Just jumped out and fired a few shots, just killed a guy led by the Tartars, this second wave of Tartars transporting grain, turned out to be so unbearable, they didn't even have a move to resist, gave up the cattle, sheep, and carriages around them, and ran directly to the north, running extremely neatly.

"This," he said, holding his rifle in one hand, scratching his hair in confusion, touching the iron helmet on his head, and looking around vigilantly, he didn't notice anything unusual in this flat grassland.

However, the dozen or so jumping mines buried fifty paces ahead of them were useless, and they had to bother to get out carefully and insert the safety pin before they could be recovered.

They had been lying in ambush for days, and if they hadn't seen Tartar rangers passing by from time to time, they might have thought they had found the wrong way.

"Head, this tartar is too meaty, it can't be a fraud when he sees us raising a gun and running," Mao Tou, who was standing next to the knife, blinked his eyes a few times, took out his binoculars and looked around, and then asked puzzledly.

Within a radius of five miles, there was no trace of a large group of Tartars, and the knife did not think that the Tartar cavalry could be so fast, and that they could surround five of them as fast.

Leaving one man to pull the war horse in the depression, the knife and three companions carefully bypassed the minefield and galloped quickly towards the Tartars' convoy.

After kicking the dead bodies on the ground, ignoring the horses grazing with their heads bowed, the knife cautiously glanced at the cattle and sheep, and then led the brothers to a grain cart.

Suosuo, in the grain cart with the tall leather bag, suddenly a head appeared, but the knife was startled, and the gun was raised in a hurry, and the muzzle of the gun was pointed at the man with a dirty face, "Who, come down,"

"You, you're the men in black?" The man who came out of the leather bag of the carriage, as soon as he opened his mouth to speak, knew that this was a Ming man who had been discarded by the Tartars, and that he seemed to be a slave, and that his clothes were rotten to pieces and wrapped in haphazard clothes.

However, seeing that this person's expression was silly, the knife suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, and the muzzle of the gun turned elsewhere.

Listening to this somewhat sluggish voice, the knife didn't care, and shook his head at the hairy head next to him, asking him to deal with it, and he took two guards to check the carriage behind him quickly.

"Hey, you're a Ming man?" Mao Tou reluctantly closed the rifle safe, put the gun on his back, patted his uniform, walked into the carriage with a grin, and jumped on it with his feet raised.

Without answering Maotou's question, the man standing in the middle of the leather bag kept muttering, "The man in black, you are the man in black,"

"That's what the Tartars call us, man in black, well, yes," he said with a smile, sitting on the leather bag, his chin raised proudly, feeling that the leather bag under his buttocks was a little hard, and he was about to speak, when he smelled a smell of gunpowder smoke between his nose.

"Well, what are you?" As he spoke, Maotou's face changed suddenly, and he saw this stupid-looking Ming slave raising a fire rope in his left hand, and in his right hand, the spurting nitrate rope was splashing everywhere.

"Man in black, I've got you, I've got meat to eat," the slave who dropped the rope in his hand and drooled from his mouth jumped up and hugged Maotou, shouting happily.

"Fuck you," his right elbow clicked on the man's throat, and he was about to jump out of the car, but as soon as his body moved, a huge force suddenly burst out from his feet, and he suddenly fell into darkness.

"Boom," on the carriage at the front, the sudden explosion not only tore the mules and horses pulling the cart to pieces, but the hairy head of the most third-order sergeant, like the Ming slave, was also blasted into blood by the blast wave that exploded under him, and the bones and flesh and blood fragments scattered in all directions.

The knife that had already walked to the center of the convoy, and felt the leather bags on several ox carts, and already felt very strange, why the Tartar stuffed hay into the leather bag, this is not an extra move; Immediately, he heard a sharp shout from behind him.

Just as he was about to turn around, the sudden explosion behind him, the shock wave that swept rapidly, not only overturned the ox cart around him, but also pushed the knife directly out of seven/eight steps, tumbling into the flock.

Lanelte and Wohaorge suffered a big loss in Xiao Ye's hands, and finally took it out and gave it to Xiao Ye, a cycle of cause and effect, I don't know if Xiao Ye will vomit blood in anger.

Anyway, this time, the knife was vomiting blood.

Even with the strength of more than 300 catties, the knife is not an iron body, and the violent shock wave at close range is unavoidable, so that the three people lying on the ground vomit a big mouthful of hot blood, and look at the broken carriage blankly.

"Maotou," the knife, who had a very good relationship with Maotou, shouted a few words of sadness with tears in his eyes, and suddenly closed his mouth.

"It's not good, we fell for the tricks of the Tartars," the knife that turned over, looked left and right at the rifle, covered his abdomen and spit out a mouthful of thick blood, "Dongshan, Da Liu, are you two dead?"

Turning over to the side of the ox cart, revealing two embarrassed figures, Dongshan and Da Liu got up with white faces, wiped the blood foam from the corners of their mouths, "Hehe, head, we're okay,"

Listening to their hoarse voices, the knife knew that they were unlucky today, and they stepped into the trap of the Tartar before their eyes.

Such an obvious trap, if you were clever in your brain, you might be able to see it at a glance, but with a knife that hit a perfect ambush, all your IQ was put on a rifle and a thunderbolt, and you just broke in with your brother.

If it weren't for Maotou at the end, maybe he would have been standing by the carriage.

"Hurry, hurry up, the Tartar cavalry is certainly not far off," staggered toward his horse, and his heart was utterly annoyed as the knife passed over the slag; Mao Tou died, he couldn't even find the iron card, how to explain when he went back, how to explain to his parents and sisters.

The old guard/Hu pulled the war horse and ran over with a look of astonishment.

"Woo, woo," in the distance, the horn sounded low, and a continuous black line appeared in the eyes of the knife, the knife that grabbed the reins of the horse, tightened the gun belt, turned over and got on the horse, "Go, to the south,"