In the depths of the grassland, a large stream of smoke and dust in the north and west slowly approached, and the two teams of Tartar horses outflanked by pincers, and the horseshoe formation position approached the ten carriages, and the dozen fast horses in the lead, the Tartar cavalry wielding scimitar spears, without even looking at the carriage, went around and followed the horseshoe prints left by Xiao Ye, and quickly chased after them.

This is the Scout Horse Team of the Lanelte Division, and their mission is to bite the fleeing Akito, and those that seem to be quite lucrative captures are not something they can peep at.

Subsequently, Wohaug and Lanelt rushed to the vicinity of the carriage almost at the same time with their headquarters, and from the Lanelte brigade, a team of 100 men was divided, and the ten carriages were surrounded without saying a word; The dumb-eyed Wohauge could only curse secretly and roar past with his men.

The Tartar brigade without stopping, chased out less than a mile, when they heard a series of explosions of "boom, boom," and a few puffs of black and gray smoke rose from the grassland; Wo Haoge, who was chasing fiercely in front, turned his face and saw the position of the carriage, and the stumps scattered in the smoke burst out, and he couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth slightly, and almost laughed.

Captain Lanelt, who was still a little proud in front of half a cup of tea, looked back, but he was about to die, and scolded loudly and angrily with a wave of his horsewhip, which increased his speed more and more; Damn Mingren, there is still gunpowder hidden in the carriage, and I can't stop today.

Tartars with two horses or even three horses, Xiao Ye can't compare them at all, even if they have horses, but they can't compare with the Tartar cavalry who grew up on the grassland.

At a distance of less than fifty miles, the shadow of the Tartar cavalry behind him could already be seen clearly, but the sides of Xiao Ye's thighs under his crotch, under the rapid running, burned hot again; Lena, who was sitting in front of him, gritted her teeth and didn't say a word, her face was extremely uncomfortable.

"Lord Baihu, the Tartars are catching up," Wang Hu picked up his horse and whispered to Xiao Ye, "Their horses are too fast, we can't get rid of them,"

"Well, tell everyone, speed up," Xiao Ye picked up the binoculars, hurriedly glanced around, and pointed to the mountain bag in the distance on his right hand, "Go there, even if you can't run, you can resist for a while," Following his fingers, Wang Hu looked at the bulging mountain bag five miles away, and could only nod his head.

Under the green grass on the grassland, it is not as flat as it seems, and you can see ravines and mountains everywhere, and the grass with potholes and potholes under your feet, if you are unlucky, you will plunge headlong into a wetland swamp, and the joke will be great.

The Mongols have been galloping on this grassland for generations, and they have long understood the terrain, but Xiao Ye is not a vegetarian, and the scouts scattered in front of him are all picked out of the good hands, basically slaves rescued from the hands of the Tartars, so they naturally know where to run.

Although the first few scouts were a little surprised by the military order issued by Wang Hu, they understood the plan of the hundred households after a little thought, so they whistled and gathered their partners to gallop towards the low mountain.

In the binoculars, Yao Yao saw the scout who ran up the mountain bag, and after making a safe gesture, Xiao Ye and his party hurried over.

Behind them, the Tartars' rangers could barely see the reflection of their scimitars in their hands.

The horses followed the sloping slope to the top of the mountain, where there was a gentle slope on three sides, and a deep sloping ditch on the south side, so that two people could see below; The sweat-stained war horses and pack horses were quickly led by the sergeants to the south ditch to take care of them, and the sergeants began to line up on the top of the mountain to prepare guns and projectiles.

A cursory look at the terrain had already run away, and it was up to them to keep an eye on the terrain within five miles to the south of the rear and whether it was safe or not.

Huang Hanxiang told Xiao Ye about their encounter with the Tartars, the sergeant lying in the first row, there were few casualties, Xiao Ye was in Shiguantun, so he pulled his father-in-law to ponder carefully for several days, and suddenly understood the truth inside.

The rear-loading gun that can lie on the ground to reload and shoot does not need to be the same as those standard firecrackers and shotguns, and it has to stand or half-kneel on the ground to operate, so that the probability of being injured in the face of Tartar arrows is much smaller.

As a result, in the sergeants' fire/gun drills, it became the norm to shoot while lying down and half-kneeling, while there were many fewer scenes of standing shooting; There are too few troops in his hands, so Xiao Ye naturally has as many means as possible to reduce losses.

"All lie down, lie down and prepare firearms, crossbow handguns, and earth-shaking thunder, all ready," under Xiao Ye's order, the sergeants took off the scimitars in their waists, put the projectiles and earth-shaking thunder in their hands, and the revolvers and crossbows were also ready.

Not far from Lena, Bowdes, dressed as a Hercynian officer, took off the arquebus on his shoulder, hesitated for a while, and finally lay down beside the sergeant, laboriously began to charge the fire/gun, compared to standing up to prepare the fire/gun, it was indeed difficult for him.

The wide gentle slope in front of him will not pose much threat to the Tartar's extremely fast war horse, as long as the horse team is faster, it can run up between breaths, not to mention that the Tartar's horn bow is not vegetarian.

The sergeant with the organic spirit, after sorting out the equipment and lying down, felt that the grass on the ground under his belly was undulating and uncomfortable, and saw that the ground under him was soft, so he dug out a piece of grass roots and sand under him with a waist knife, and put it in front of him to shoot the porcelain, set up a firecracker, and hid in a shallow pit.

When he did this, he seemed to be comfortable, and the other sergeants next to him saw that this shallow pit might be effective in dodging the arrows, so they also put down the water bag in their hands and dug it down.

Xiao Ye and Wang Hu looked at the surrounding terrain, turned around and saw that the sergeants were busy digging the pit, and after being stunned for a while, they were relatively abrupt, and hurriedly pulled out their scimitars and began to dig the soil desperately.

People can avoid arrows when they hide in the pit, and they can fire calmly, even when they throw the earth-shaking thunder, they don't have to expose most of their bodies, and Xiao Ye, who is digging the pit quickly, keeps boasting about his sergeant that he is smart.

Fortunately, Wang Hu had great strength, not only dug the pit under him deeper, but also expanded it to connect with the pit of the hundred households, so that Lena could squat in it.

"Click, click," four individual tents were erected at each end of the ranks, and two sergeants were drilled into each of them, and the lookouts in front and on the sides were guarded with firearms.

After a moment of respite, on the grass opposite the mountain bag, several Tartar cavalry with felt hats had already proudly revealed their figures, monitoring these Ming people on the mountain bag from a distance.

"Wang Hu, wait a minute, you pay attention to both sides, if the Tartars come up, we won't be able to run away today," Xiao Ye took out two handcuffs from his waist, squatted in the front pit and loaded the chamber with projectiles, and said with a frown.

"Baihu, the place we chose is not very good," Wang Hu had already looked at the surrounding terrain just now, and smiled bitterly, "Behind is the Gobi Desert, which is more than 500 miles wide from north to south, and the Tartars dare not go in, in case the Tartars hold three sides, we have to retreat inside,"

The two deep wells along the way were at the edge of the border between the steppe and the Gobi, but there was no water source in the Gobi Desert, and the Tartars did not dare to go straight through this vast arid land.

Of course, if Xiao Ye and they could go directly through the Gobi to the south, then when they were compared, the distance would be at least a little shorter than a half, and the most important thing was to have enough water.

"It's okay to retreat into the Gobi, I wouldn't dare to come here without the Gobi Desert, but the Tartars can't be rampant," Xiao Ye glanced at the horses on the back side of the mountain, and said coldly, "Give them a lesson, retreat into the Gobi after dark,"

On the messy mountain bag dug up, Zuo Shi took two personal guards to deliver boxes of projectiles to the sergeants, and the remaining three boxes of earth-shaking thunderbolts were also developed, with four more in each person's hand. Bouders also got two, and the sergeant next to him explained a few words to him, and he understood how to use them.

Lena held the short fire/gun in both hands, huddled in the bunker, with the special protection of Baudus, Xiao Ye was not distracted.

Captain Lanelt and Wohaug's men and horses finally arrived, and on the grass three miles away from the mountain bag, they slowly stopped, and the angry Lanelt, although under the persuasion of Wohaug, did not immediately launch a major attack, but constantly sent small groups of horses to rush several times on both sides of the mountain bag.

On the steppe in late spring and early summer, on a small hill, the smoke of gunpowder was filled, and the rumbling sound was constantly exploding, and the Tartar cavalry, who had had had enough of the lessons of the firearms, kept two hundred paces away, and shouted insults back and forth, just not to go one step further.

The occasional shotgun hit by a Tartar only made the cavalry more cautious, but the encirclement was getting tighter and tighter, and in the east, west, and north, the sound of horses' hooves indicated that the Tartar cavalry here had blocked the way.

Since the Tartars did not come to attack, Xiao Ye also breathed a sigh of relief, and asked Wang Hu and Xiao Liuzi to arrange for the sergeants to eat some dry food, and he and Lena gnawed on the jerky in the sand pit, drinking a sip of cold water from time to time.

"Lena, are you afraid of the Tartars?" Xiao Ye swallowed a mouthful of hard dried meat and looked at Lena, but he couldn't see much fear from Lena's fair face.

Lena shook her head, a faint sadness leaking from her blue eyes, "My mother died under their knife, I don't want you to have an accident,"

Xiao Ye drank a large sip of cold water, pointed to the handcuff beside her, and looked into her eyes, "In case, well, they rush up and aim at your enemy, just deduct the bracket,"

"Are you talking about the trigger?" Lina held the heavy handcuff in both hands, broke the machine spring hard, and asked with wide eyes, Xiao Ye looked at her fingers and nodded slightly, "Yes, that's the trigger you said,"

"Got it," the faint smile on Lena's fair face made Xiao Ye's heart sour; Perhaps, it is not a good idea for this concubine to follow herself.

"Woo, woo," the long horn sounded, Xiao Ye raised his head, and saw another group of jubilant horses in the distance, rumbling over; Don't think about it, it was definitely not their own reinforcements, and the Tartars' manpower has increased again.

Wolf Tile personally led his team of 1,000 men before sunset, and joined Captain Lanelt's team directly north of the mountain pack. A large force of Tartar cavalry scattered on both sides quickly surrounded Xiao Ye on the east and west sides.

The Tartar whistling past from time to time on three sides in front of him made Xiao Ye's face suddenly darken, no matter how dull he was, he could see that the Tartar had been planning for a long time, so he had to surround himself here; Unless, the grassless Gobi behind him may be able to escape this catastrophe.

"No, we must retreat at once," the thought just came to mind, and the Tartar cavalry, who had occupied the blockade positions on three sides, began to jog towards the mountain at the same time as the mournful trumpets sounded from the north.

At a distance of more than three miles, the war horse slowly accelerated, and as long as it passed three hundred steps, the group of horses that had accelerated up could rush up the mountain bag in one breath; "Shotgun, prepare to fire," Wang Hu's anxious voice rang in the ears of the sergeants.

"Boom," nearly two thousand Tartar cavalry, Collapse Wolf Tile did not leave any reserves, and after talking to Ranelte, he decisively sent all the cavalry.

Ranellet is also a fierce guy, seeing that there are only a dozen guards left behind by the wolf tile, he immediately ordered all his subordinates to press up from both sides, and leave the front to his partners.

"Peng, Peng, Peng," the shotgun opened a dull fire, and although it knocked down a few of the Tartars in front, the blood also stimulated the Tartars to urge their horses more and more, trying to rush up the low mountain bag as soon as possible.

The Tartar cavalry who rushed due north, possessed and hid on horseback, the first hundred cavalry, from the side of the saddle with a cold face, the long-handled three-eyed fire bolt appeared, and the fire rope also ignited a faint fire.

"Peng, Peng, Peng," the Tartar cavalry, which had fallen to the ground sporadically, was trampled under the hooves of their companions behind, and the three caravans, scattered in a fan-shape, had already rushed up the gentle slope as the shotguns opened fire more and more rapidly.

"Peng Peng, Peng Peng, Peng," the dense fire gun finally started, Xiao Ye, who was holding a rear-loading gun in his hand, took out a Tartar cavalryman with a fire gun, skillfully loaded, and was about to aim at another Tartar, when he suddenly saw the three-eyed fire in the hand of the Tartar, and the smoke was filling. "It's not good, it's a three-eyed firebolt," Xiao Ye, whose face was white, was about to shout loudly, when he saw more than fifty Tartars on the opposite side who had rushed to within two hundred steps, and at the same time raised the three-eyed firearm in his hand.

"Peng Peng Peng, Peng Peng Peng, Peng Peng," the three-eyed fire gun that can be continuously ignited and fired, and at the same time as a large stream of smoke rises, the iron the size of broad beans will hit the mountain bag like raindrops; Although the sergeants were lying on their stomachs in the shallow pit, with the sound of bones shattering, five or six careless sergeants rolled on their backs into the pit.

The three-eyed firearm fired fiercely, so that more than 20 sergeants on the mountain were killed and wounded more than half at once, and the sergeants, who were already small in number, had to face attacks from three sides, and their firepower was weakened by fifty percent all of a sudden. "Wow wow," the obvious killing effect of the three-eyed fire gun made the Tartars who were about to rush up the mountain bag even more rampant in their mouths, and the horn bow was raised high, and there were still a hundred steps, and after five breaths, a rain of arrows could cover this mountain bag.

Sitting on a tall horse, although looking at his fire gun hundred-man team, the casualties were a little bigger, and he only pulled out a few mouths, as long as the horse team rushed up, he could still bear this small loss.

Especially the Lanelt beside him, his undisguised envy made Collapse Wolf Tile realize that the fire gun he bought from Jinong at a huge cost was worth it this time; Ignoring the horse teams that were attacking from both sides, the Lanelt tribal cavalry was in a dilemma by the firecrackers.

In a few breaths of the weakened firepower on the mountain pack, the Tartars attacking from the north had already rushed to a distance of a hundred paces, and the three-eyed fire hammers and scimitars used as iron hammers were tightly held in the big black and rough hands, and the Tartar cavalry behind them, the creaking of the horned bowstrings also sounded.

The individual tents guarding at both ends, the two firearms sticking out of the lookout, staggered and shooting, can withstand the Tartars who are attacking on the side of the mountain.

"Thunder and thunder, hit out, hit it all," before Wang Hu could give the order, Xiao Ye tore his throat and roared loudly; If they waited for the Tartars to rush within fifty paces, they wouldn't even have a chance to throw the earth-shattering thunder.

Dropping the breech-loading guns in their hands, the unwounded sergeants leaned against the edge of the shallow pit, and threw the earth-shattering thunderbolts one by one without hesitation.

Although the earth-shaking thunder that smashed head-on did not fall under the hooves of the Tartars, the earth-shaking thunder that pulled out a faint smoke of gunpowder, the sand that constantly exploded, and the shrapnel that burst out, still made the horse team that surged up like a tide on three sides panic.

"Boom, boom," the loud explosion crackled and exploded, and although it didn't kill many Tartars, the frightened war horse, no longer listening to its master's drive, turned the horse's head with a sloppy wail, and crashed around.

Lying in the shallow pit he had dug, after Bowdes fired a shot, when he loaded the gunpowder projectile in a stinky sweat, the sergeant next to him had already fired four shots, and his face was flushed with anger.

Taking advantage of the chaos under the mountain, Xiao Ye asked Wang Hu and Xiao Liuzi to shoot a few shotgunmen one after another, and he took his personal guards to command the sergeants to put away the equipment, collect the bodies of the seven sergeants who died in the battle, and lead the pack horses to the Gobi Desert.

The two individual tents were also neatly put away by the sergeants, and they ran into a deep ditch full of artemisia grass.

With the deterrence of hundreds of earth-shaking thunderbolts, Wang Hu and Xiao Liuzi took elite scouts, fired shotguns in their hands one after another, accurate shooting, and the sky-shaking thunders thrown out from time to time, knocked the chaotic horse team on the opposite side to the lower edge of the gentle slope.

The cavalry of the Lanelte Department on the east and west sides had already been bluffed down the hill by the earth-shattering thunder that they had seen for the first time, and it also gave Xiao Ye a chance to breathe and escape.

Looking back at the hundreds of households, they had already entered the Gobi Desert, Wang Hu and a few people did not dare to stay, hurriedly packed up the guys, went down to the deep ditch, rode their war horses, and ran away.

The positional battle ended in less than half an hour, and Xiao Ye ran into the Gobi Desert with the sergeant to avoid the attack.

The Tartar cavalry, which had been blown back by a frenzied earth-shattering thunderstorm, soon regrouped, and the trumpets sounded again and again, and the Tartar centurions, who shouted loudly, urged their men to rush to this inconspicuous mountain bag again.

In less than a cup of tea, paper bullet casings scattered all over the place, two discarded tin boxes, and a dozen shallow pits in a messy line, appeared under the hooves of Lanelte and Collapsed Wolf Tile; Some of the shallow pits were thick with blood, still scarlet and dazzling.

"They, there are a lot of earth-shattering thunders, hum," sitting on the war horse, the wolf tile with a hideous face, quite annoyed that the twenty or so Ming people had not been exterminated, "Go, count our damage,"

The horse's hooves scattered among the grass and some of the fire ropes in the sand pit, the wolf tile didn't care, his eyes stared at the black spots in the Gobi Desert.

By the time the casualties were reported to the Wolf Tile, the sun, hiding in the clouds, had already fallen below the horizon; More than 80 casualties, and more than 100 war horses were injured, which made the collapsed wolf tile thunderous again.

When Lanelt's men snatched the carriage, they suffered a loss, and in addition to the previous attacks on the Haixi villages, they also lost nearly 200 people before and after; Fortunately, his cavalry was not stupid, and when he faced the bursts of fire and attacked the mountain bag, the shouts were much louder than the movements, but they did not hurt a few.

"Lanelt, we can't just forget it, you take people to the west, I go to the east, defend this Gobi desert, and kill them in it," Seeing that he couldn't see the black spot on the opposite side, Wolf Tile turned around and explained to Lanelt.

"There is no water source in the Gobi Desert, if you want to cross the Gobi for eight hundred miles, as long as you hold two karez wells on your side, and I block the east side, you will die without beating them," said the vicious Wolf Wa, although Lanelt did not like to hear it, but still reluctantly agreed to his proposal; After all, the two hundred cavalry who died unjustly can't be counted like this.

Retreating into the Gobi for thirty miles, seeing that it was getting dark, Xiao Ye could only order to camp on the spot, although the wounded soldiers bandaged their wounds, but if they continued to bump, I am afraid that a few would die.

On the heads of Xiao Liuzi and Zuo Shi, under the sudden attack of the three-eyed firearm, they also saw scars, but fortunately they did not hurt the bones, although the protective clothing was strong, but the head was not protected.

If it weren't for everyone's sudden interest and digging a sand pit, these twenty or so people would not have been able to run away with the three-eyed fire gun in the Tartar's hand; The large cloud of iron sand scattered out, a dozen is a piece, where can you hide on the mountain bag.

Some of the guards who had been slaves on the grassland earlier knew that there were two major hazards in the Gobi Desert, less water and more poisonous insects, and the small tube hanging on the left stone was still there, but the poisonous insects could not be prevented.

Finding a leeward depression, the team stopped.

After obtaining Xiao Ye's consent, the old sergeant Brother Liu took out a few medicine belts and opened them, pressed them with stones and placed them around the camp, although the precious medicine belts were wasted, but he was about to go back, and Li Langzhong would not blame even if he knew; According to Li Langzhong's earlier statement, although the medicine belt is not as good as sulfur, it can resist the smelly insects.

The sky was just dark, and a cool breeze was blowing above the Gobi Desert, and the dry wind with gravel was blowing stronger and stronger.

After placing the wounded soldiers in three tents, Xiao Ye asked Lina and the heralds to crowd into the remaining tents, and he took his personal guards and sergeants, wrapped in silk coats, and guarded outside, looking for a place to place the corpses of the dead soldiers.

Whirring, the wind and sand swept by, the tent crackled, and the sergeant who guarded the horses, clutching the reins in his hands, constantly calmed the restless horses, and the dozen pack horses, huddled together, were relatively stable.

Xiao Ye, whose head was shrunk in the collar, recalled the battle during the day, and couldn't help but think about the shallow pit that the sergeant had dug spontaneously; Of course, when there is a chance in the future, the sergeants' helmets must be matched, and the casualties caused by the Tartars to the sergeants this time are basically on the head and neck.

After every battle, he would review his gains and losses, and he could learn from them, so that he could lose fewer men in future battles.

After surviving the long and cold night, when the sky showed a trace of light, Zuo Shi took advantage of the wind and sand to stop, opened the water umbrella, and began to collect drinking water; Hurriedly fled into the Gobi Desert, and the water bags on their bodies were basically deflated.

When the water umbrella spread on the gravel, the ticking water began to flow into the water bag, everyone's hearts were relieved, and even Lina's eyes widened in surprise, and there was a little more sparkle in her husband's eyes.

The Gobi Desert is dry, and although there is not much water flowing out of the umbrella, you can save some water and drink it, so that you will not die of thirst on the road. People can endure it if they drink less water, but the soldiers dare not be careless when the war horses and pack horses drink water.

The pack horse still had two bags of jerky and flatbread to eat, but as the cold night passed, one of the wounded soldiers in the tent lay down beside his companion and died silently.

Among the eight dead sergeants, the personal guards accounted for three, Xiao Ye silently looked at these young sergeants who followed him, and for a long time, took out the scimitar; "Since you died here, wait for this land for me,"

After killing these sergeants in battle, Xiao Ye can't feel at ease if he doesn't get the interest back. His promise was deeply sinful in the Ming Dynasty, and the soldiers around him, although they had not received much etiquette, took it for granted.

"I, Ximen Xiao Ye, will avenge you," looking at the sun jumping out of the horizon faintly, Xiao Ye leaned down and dug up on the ground with a scimitar; The road ahead was difficult, and he could not guarantee that he would bring the brothers back to Shiguantun, so he had to be buried here.

"Little Liuzi, write down their names, and go back to double the pension," Xiao Ye, who didn't raise his head, knelt on the gravel, and while digging hard in the sand, he whispered to the captain of the guard beside him.

The actions of Lord Baihu made the busy sergeants stunned for a moment, and then, everyone also took out their scimitars and silently accompanied Xiao Ye to dig a big pit half a person deep and one foot long; Further down, there is a staggered mix of large and small gravel, and it is impossible to dig any more.

Originally, he wanted to move the stones to build a stone pile and bury these partners, but since Baihu attached so much importance to the burial, the big guy was still very grateful; No one can guarantee that he will not lie in a pile of rocks in the future.

The sergeants, wrapped in black silk cotton coats, eight sergeants who had died on the prairie, with their scimitars on their chests and their felt hats over their faces, were neatly sent into the pit under the calm gaze of the crowd; Their scimitars were covered with a mandarin duck jacket.

Holding the small cross, Lena stood at the edge of the pit and chanted in a low voice; The three sergeants lined up in a row and raised their firearms in the air.

Behind Lena, Bowdes, who had already thrown away his arquebus, lowered his head and pressed his chest to see off these strange comrades.

"Brothers, go all the way, goodbye to our land temple," Xiao Ye, who knelt on one knee on the edge of the big pit, held his waist knife in his hand, shouted in a choked voice, and lowered his head in a dejected manner; Hulala, the sergeants fell behind Baihu.

"Brethren, go all the way,"

"Goodbye to our land temple,"

The cry landed, and the sound of fire suddenly rang out, "Peng, Peng, Peng," and the smoke of gunpowder filled the air, and the desolate sound of gunfire drifted through the Gobi, sending away the eight young sergeants who were jumping around.

This kind of farewell ceremony with Shiguantun style, after this Gobi funeral, was quietly inherited by the Xiao family sergeant and continued in the tide of history.

Standing in front of the tomb, Xiao Ye stood for a long time, he didn't expect that his careless speculation would actually let eight living brothers leave, and he didn't expect that the Tartars also had a large number of three-eyed firearms.

Huang Hanxiang's report, he didn't care about it after all, and the bitter fruit could only be swallowed by himself.

If it weren't for the rear-loading guns and the shallow sand pits that were deliberately dug on the ground, perhaps more brothers would lie down in these low tombs. Thinking of this, Xiao Ye was cold.

will be a nest of bears, a lesson, a bloody lesson, let Xiao Ye soberly realize that a hundred households with soldiers must see farther and think more than the sergeant, otherwise, the tomb in front of him is a warning.

Five days later, Xiao Ye and his entourage, who had been on the road overnight, made a detour to the southern section of the Gobi, traveled west to the southern foot of the Altai Mountains, and drilled into the deep mountains.

After contacting Huang Hanxiang, Xiao Ye left the others in the personal guard team except for Xiao Liuzi Zuo Shi and a few others, and the others stayed in Bailong Lake, Bailong Lake, his biggest hole card, he could never be eliminated by the Tartars again. These remaining guards are the backbone of the Bailong Lake 100-man team.

The disadvantage in the number of sergeants stimulated Xiao Ye a little more. If he wants to fight the Tartar in a dignified manner, without a certain number of sergeants, no matter how sharp the fire/gun is, he still has to escape.

Baodes was also left behind, and he had to get acquainted with the life of Sergeant Shiguantun as soon as possible, and it would be better to be in Bailong Lake. Frightened by the power of the rear-loading gun and the earth-shattering thunder, Bowdes naturally did not have to worry about Lena's safety.

Subconsciously, Xiao Ye wanted to leave these guards who vaguely knew the inside story of the stone mill outside Shiguantun, if he hadn't seen the three-eyed fire gun of the tartar, he wouldn't have realized how important the stone mill was to his net worth.

At this time, Bailong Lake, the cave where Huang Hanxiang and they were hiding, has been transformed into a huge garrison cave, in addition to going out to dig saltpeter and stone every day, everyone must return to the cave at night to rest to prevent being attacked by the Tartars at night.

During the three days in Bailong Lake, Xiao Ye expanded an armed hundred-man team on the mountain from miscellaneous servants and exiles to two, and with the infiltration and control of the guards, he could also relax a little.

The sergeants who were damaged by Wang Hu's small banner were also replenished.

The acting general banner was increased from Du Ding and Yu Shan to Huang Hanxiang and Duan Datou, and the four people were in charge of two hundred-person teams, and they discussed and decided in case of trouble, and the minority obeyed the majority; The leader of the four hundred miscellaneous servants is still Xu Wangliang.

As the deputy captain of the personal guard of the hundred households, Duan Datou, who had always been silent, was called by Xiao Ye and instructed him privately for a long time, and his spirit became more and more invigorated. Baihu promised him that in the future, the team will be expanded, and the officers above the flag officer must be selected and appointed after the competition, and he is the first choice.

Thinking about the sergeants in the guards, which ones are not carefully selected, they can't enter the guards without a skill, and the flag officer or even the general flag, isn't it all out of the guards.

At present, there are nearly 600 people in Bailong Lake, and the two teams of 100 people are equipped with firearms, and then the families of those personal guards, flag officers, and sergeants are moved over, and the major matter of guarding Bailong Lake has been decided.

If it weren't for the difficulty of moving the stone mill and the need for a large amount of coal, Xiao Ye would even have the idea of moving to Bailong Lake.

Counting the troops in his hands, the two hundred-man teams in Bailonghu, plus the five full-strength small flags in Shiguantun, and a hunter team, Xiao Ye was already able to mobilize an armed force of 260 people before he knew it.

When his mood improved slightly, he thought back to the war horses that covered the sky with Tartar, the scimitars and horned bows, and Xiao Ye was aggrieved for a while.

At this time, under the mountain stream in the southwest of Bailong Lake, not only was it full of saltpeter and black stone, but also the unusually heavy stone was also piled up into a hill in different categories; Huang Hanxiang arranged for the sergeants at the foot of the mountain stream to build a grass hut in the woods with nearby wood, and the open space next to it could temporarily mooring horses.

Leaving 1,000 taels of silver as military pay, Xiao Ye's pack horse team loaded with bags of heavy stones, went out of the mountains, and returned to the canyon at night.