Fighting a war is never a simple matter, morale, soldiers, strategy, time, location, etc., many factors are taken into account in order to win a war.

A generation of heroes such as Yan Wang Zhu Di, although there were many victories and few defeats when fighting with the Tartars, they did not dare to be careless, Rao was so, and the five thousand light cavalry still fell into a bitter battle, almost annihilated.

However, in Xiao Fan's eyes, everything is!

It's actually very easy to get out of trouble, it depends on whether the brain is clever or not, of course, it also depends on whether the powerful prince is willing to act as bait, if he is unwilling, Xiao Fan will let him be happy.

Zhu Di is running happily now, which can also be said to be very sad and angry.

Whoever is chased by nearly 10,000 Tartars, and the distance is so close, will feel sad and angry.

Zhu Di couldn't figure it out, how did things become like this? He commanded the soldiers to fight with the Tartars well, why did the Tartars chase him now? Who did he recruit and provoke whom?

One person and one horse, desperately rushed to Shanhaiguan, Zhu Di rode on a horse, this time he really shed tears...... Because there were nearly 10,000 Tartars behind him, like hooligans robbing the women of the good family, and they were chasing after him desperately, Zhu Di couldn't imagine what would happen to him after he was caught...... Xiao Fan, this king will kill you!

――The premise is that he can escape smoothly back to the crane wing array in front of Shanhaiguan.

This battle was the most tragic battle in Zhu Di's life, he was framed, and a very strange scene appeared on the vast grassland.

One person rode in the front with his head and a mouse, nearly 10,000 Tartars chased and killed behind him, and from time to time they shot cold arrows at him, threw swords, sticks, halberds, and even maces, and behind nearly 10,000 Tartars, thousands of Yan soldiers shouted in horror "Protect the prince", chasing the Tartars to the death, with a desperate posture.

The three groups of people and horses disappeared like this, and soon disappeared from the sight of Xiao Fan and the three thousand soldiers.

"Spectacular......" Xiao Fan squinted in admiration, his expression was very embarrassed.

Cao Yi glanced at him and praised convincingly: "Insidious......"

Xiao Fan smiled: "How can you say that I am insidious? This is what Buddhism calls a peck and a drink, all of which are cause and effect. ”

Cao Yi thought for a while, nodded and smiled: "Yes, harm and victimization are all self-inflicted, if King Yan doesn't force you to lead the army into the grassland, he won't have to suffer this catastrophe today, no wonder your master said that you can turn evil into good fortune this time, it turns out that your evil omen fell on King Yan......"

Xiao Fan was silent for a while, and said leisurely: "If you say this after six hundred years, you will be a standard rotten man......"

"Rotten man? What does it mean? ”

"A man who likes to do push-ups in the chrysanthemum bush is referred to as a rotten man."

Zhu Di thinks that those who want to achieve great things are calm, wise, ruthless, and decisive...... It's all fucking clouds!

What is the most important thing to achieve great things? - Luck!

What is Luck? It's nearly 10,000 enemies screaming and chasing you for fifty miles, and you haven't hung up or been captured alive, this is luck!

Zhu Di's luck today is very difficult to describe.

As long as he met Xiao Fan, his good luck seemed to be sucked away by him in an instant, the carefully planned layout was destroyed by Xiao Fan, the five thousand Yan army suffered heavy casualties, and even he himself was severely yin by Xiao Fan...... Now that he has left Xiao Fan, Zhu Di's luck has suddenly changed for the better, because ...... He was about to flee to Shanhaiguan.

God bless the real dragon! Zhu Di strongly felt that he was simply born to create luck, only the true dragon son of heaven who returned to the destiny of heaven would have such good luck, after becoming the emperor in the future, maybe he could consider changing history, just say that today, he is rampaging in the thousands of troops and horses of the Tartars, as if entering a no-man's land, the Tartars were put down countless times by his single horse, and the image was so heroic that it was a mess...... Sou!

A thick mace brushed against his scalp, and Zhu Di lowered his head in panic, breaking out in a cold sweat.

"Despicable Tartar!" Zhu Di scolded angrily.

Thinking of Xiao Fan, who had harmed him to such a thrilling situation, Zhu Di gritted his teeth even more.

This bastard, if this matter is over, he must not be let go back to Beijing! Keeping him will be a great disaster, and what happened today is the best proof of this.

A monstrous murderous intent rose in Zhu Di's heart, he had never been so eager to kill someone in his life, Xiao Fan set a precedent.

The surrounding scenery is rapidly receding, the towering city tower of Shanhaiguan is in sight, the figures in front of the city gate covered with yellow sand, a white giant crane flutters its wings, dancing in the fluttering, a fierce murderous aura rises to the sky, the posture of the white crane looms in the rolling dust and smoke, like a gate to hell, hideous and terrifying.

Zhu Di finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the huge white crane in front of Shanhaiguan, and his eyes radiated a light of relief and joy.

Crane Wing Formation. Zhang Yu really lived up to his trust, and had set up a large array to wait for the Tartars to throw themselves into the net, and his surname was saved when he entered the array.

Vitality is just around the corner!

Zhu Di was ecstatic in his heart, and hurriedly whipped the war horse vigorously and galloped away into the formation.

In the eyes of nearly 10,000 Tartar strikers, there is only Zhu Di, a fat sheep, who represents the daughter rewarded by the leader, and the position of the commander of ten thousand masters, where can he carefully observe the formation of the Ming army? Even if they really let them see it, the Tartars don't know anything about the battle formation diagram at all, and they can't understand it.

So the Tartars were unaware that the offense and defense were gradually transposed, and death had quietly come, still brandishing their swords, chasing Zhu Di excitedly, and making strange screams from time to time, as if Zhu Di was a prey in their hands, and catching him was already a matter of ten days.

Zhu Di listened to the strange cries of the Tartars in his ears, but the corners of his mouth quietly hooked up a cruel and fierce smile...... The arc formed by several human walls in front of the crane wing array, the first arc expanded, and a row of sergeants holding halberds looked cold, with the halberds in their hands flat, looking at Zhu Di who was speeding towards him with murderous intent.

When he was about to get to the front, Zhu Di hit the horse fiercely, and yelled violently: "Get out of the way!" Don't know this king? ”

All the sergeants were stunned, and when they saw clearly that the person on the horseback with messy hair and ragged clothes and armor, and described as extremely embarrassed, it turned out to be King Yan, everyone was taken aback, and immediately put away their halberds and made way of a wide avenue leading to the center of the array.

Zhu Di's horse speed did not decrease, and he ran towards the handsome tent in the middle of the crane wing array, and shouted loudly: "Stop the Tartar behind!" Beat the drums! Command Zhang Yu to launch a formation! ”

A series of military orders were issued, and when Zhu Di rode his horse to the front of the tent, the people had not yet dismounted, and the shocking war drums had already sounded.

After Zhu Di rushed into the formation, the arc wall behind him had already closed, and with the dancing of the various flags in the array, the arc wall and the other arc wall on the right wing that was far away from it moved quickly. A pair of big white wings under the command of the Lingqi slowly fanned, the amplitude of the Lingqi dance became larger and larger, the war drums beat more and more urgently, and the speed of the wings flapped faster and faster, and the murderous aura gradually took shape in the formation, condensed, and was about to explode.

When the nearly 10,000 Tartar forwards chasing Zhu Di were still four or five hundred steps before leaving the formation, they heard the sudden beating of war drums, and then looked at the first arc wall formed by the seemingly inconspicuous few hundred Ming army sergeants in front of them, and slowly exuded a strange murderous aura of evil sects.

"The situation is not right, let's retreat quickly!" The leading Tartar captain yelled in horror.

Although the order of the army of 10,000 people was forbidden, it was not easy for a large team to turn the horse's head in a hurry, and the order of the captain was given too late...... The war drums rushed up like raindrops in vain, and when the flag waved, the halberd of the first arc wall was placed flat, pointing directly at the belly of the Tartar war horse, but the two larger arc walls behind the formation moved rapidly, like the wings of a white crane covering the head, and between the chaotic footsteps, most of the centaurs of the Tartar were magically surrounded.

Tartar Wanfu was startled, and hurriedly shouted: "Retreat quickly!" This is the Ming army formation! Don't punch hard! ”

The Tartars panicked, the horses neighed, everyone turned their horses' heads together, the rear team changed to the front team, and retreated in horror.

At this time, thousands of Yan soldiers who shouted "protect the prince" arrived and blocked the retreat of the Tartar forwards just right, and the Yan army saw that Zhu Di was chased by the Tartars for dozens of miles alone, they were already red-eyed, and they gathered in formation more than a mile away, and began to charge at the Tartars without hesitation...... Behind the Tartars, the crane wing array under the command of Zhang Yu has also been launched, the left and right wings have formed an encirclement of the Tartars, in the dense battle array, the Tartars are surrounded by neat shields in an encirclement, the Tartars want to rush out of the encirclement, but the enclosure is narrow, the war horses can not charge, those shields and axes can not be cut in, nearly 10,000 Tartars are like nearly 10,000 pigs surrounded by the Yan army, except for roaring, there is no other way.

Captain Wan's heart gradually sank to the bottom, and now he finally realized that they had fallen into the trap of the Ming army, and what awaited them was the annihilation of the whole army...... In the middle of the array, Zhu Di stood on the wooden platform erected high, he had taken over Zhang Yu's command, seeing that the encirclement was gradually formed, the cruel smile on the corner of Zhu Di's mouth became deeper and deeper, and a small white flag waved down fiercely, like a conjuring flag in front of the loess tomb, and nearly 10,000 people were thrown into the boundless hell in an instant.

"Annihilate them!" Zhu Di roared.

The shield surrounding the Tartar roared, and a sharp spear suddenly stabbed out between the gaps in the shield, and the spear was like a vicious and vicious snake, mercilessly stabbing at the Tartar riding on horseback, the Tartars did not have time to react, and were soon dropped off the horse by a batch of thorns, and fell heavily on the yellow dust sand, waiting behind the shield Yan Junsaber hand was just the right time to get up and down, and the Tartar's surname was ended one by one.

This was a one-sided massacre, the smell of blood replaced the yellow dust and murderous aura that filled the sky, in front of the Shanhaiguan, the blood of the Tartars flowed like a river, only the terrible screams of the Tartars were heard, and the restless neighing of the war horses.

The encirclement is gradually shrinking, the number of Tartars dying is gradually increasing, an hour has passed, nearly 10,000 Tartars seem to be only a few hundred horsemen left in the encirclement dying and struggling, in vain with the knife and axe in their hands desperately chopping the shield of the Yan army, but the despair in their eyes is getting stronger and stronger...... A rotting smell of death permeated the Tartar for a long time...... The captain who was tightly protected by the Tartars sighed sadly, his eyes were full of tears, and a team of 10,000 people was brought into a desperate situation by him, because of his carelessness and stupidity, nearly 10,000 people were slaughtered by the Ming army, and what made him even more uncomfortable was that he could only watch the Mongolian warriors being killed and slaughtered by the Ming army one by one, but there was no way to break through, at this moment, his heart was more painful than death.

There is no suspense in the war, hundreds of Tartars, and their defeat is decided.

Zhu Di stepped down from the high platform, approached the encirclement with a gloomy face, stood with his hands in his hands a hundred steps away, and shouted loudly: "There is no way to return to the sky, don't you wait for it to descend?" ”

The soldiers of the Yan Army outside the circle shouted in unison like a landslide and tsunami: "To descend or not to descend? To drop or not to fall? ”

The captain smiled sadly, was silent for a long time, and suddenly opened his mouth and sang the pastoral song passed down from generation to generation on the grassland, the song was low, and the desolate voice echoed leisurely on this bloody battlefield, like a funeral song before death, which made people's heartstrings tremble.

Hundreds of Tartars whispered in response, and the Mongolian long tone was tragic and sad, as if telling the hardships and hardships of life, and the unyielding fighting spirit...... The soldiers of the Yan army outside the encirclement seemed to be infected by this desolate pastoral song, and unconsciously quietly lowered their spear steel knives.

When Zhu Di saw the resolute look of the commander, he knew in his heart that the persuasion was ineffective, so Zhu Di raised his eyebrows, pointed at the tartar and shouted: "Annihilate them all!" ”

Swish!

Countless spears pierced the bodies of hundreds of Tartars in the blink of an eye, and the Tartars staggered and fell to the ground.

10,000 Tartar forwards, all annihilated, leaving no one alive, this battle, the Ming Yan army won a big victory.

"Clean up the battlefield now! The 40,000 main forces of the Tartars are coming soon! Standing in the river of blood, Zhang Yu commanded the Yan army to carry the corpses of the Tartars, and collected the horses, weapons and leather armor of the Tartars.

Zhu Di stood in front of the handsome tent, looking at the mountains of Tartar corpses with his hands in his hands, and he couldn't help but show a satisfied smile on his face.

There is no danger, fortunately, the careful layout destroyed by Xiao Fan was forced back to the original track under his efforts, and the layout is still effective, and now it is only waiting for the 40,000 main forces of the Tartars led by Ghost Li Chi to Shanhaiguan to die.

Thinking of the bastard who almost killed him, Zhu Di's smiling face gradually froze.

It is said that everyone is coming, and it is said that ghosts are coming.

A hurried sound of horses' hooves came from the front, and after a while, a nasty sound came from Zhu Di's ears that made him gnash his teeth.

"Lord Wang! Are you okay? Are you safe and sound? Rajah! You're worried about your death......"

The voice was full of sincerity and anxiety, but what Zhu Di wanted to do most now was to pull out his waist knife and cut off his head.

Zhu Di turned his head, and sure enough, he saw Xiao Fan's nasty face looking at him sweating profusely, and kept looking him up and down, looking worried and afraid, caressing his chest, as if Zhu Di was chased and killed by the Tartars had nothing to do with him...... Zhu Di gritted his teeth and did something he wanted to do when he was in Beijing, and this matter has been haunting his mind for a long time...... Boom!

Zhu Di pulled out his waist knife, the snowy blade exuded a faint cold light, and slashed down towards the top of Xiao Fan's head, shouting angrily: "Bastard, you give Lao Tzu to die!" ”

(To be continued)