Under the red electric light, the shrubs between the trees revealed a pair of blood-red copper bell eyes, and their eyes were full of murderous intent nailed to his body. A chill suddenly cooled from the soles of my feet to my heart, and my scalp exploded.

With a low roar, a terrifying black beast sprang out of the low bushes, viciously pounced on Su He, who had not had time to react.

His feet were struggling wildly on the grass, and the churning grass clippings and the marks of the deep heels were a sign that he had done his best. With his mouth wide open, he tried to breathe air, or let out desperate cries for help, but he was strangled in his throat by the amazingly thick arm, his brain grew bigger and bigger, and his vision became more and more blurred......

In less than half a moment, the Mongolian cavalry who finally cleaned up the dozen or so remnants of the Ming army finally discovered that something was wrong, and when they rushed back to the place where Su He was, they only saw the torch that was about to be extinguished, and Su He, whose lower body was full of an unpleasant smell, and his head was turned at a strange angle.

And when the leader roared again and gave the order to search and arrest, the thunderstorm had already poured down, and a few miles southeast of these gathered angry tile spur cavalry, the burly and sturdy Fan Zhong was leaning over the mount that should have belonged to Su He, and let the big rain hit the wounds on the body that were still oozing blood, staring at the faint horizon in front of him, beating his horse and galloping, and galloping towards the Ming military town, which was already less than ten miles......

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Wearing armor and armor, with his hand on the handle of the war knife at his waist, Sun Zhirui, the guard general who was leading his soldiers to patrol the city in Huailai, a major military town of the Ming Dynasty, looked at the pitch-black field outside the city wall, and his heart was extremely anxious, but he was helpless.

Although he really wanted to lead the army to rescue the army of the Son of Heaven in person, the problem was that the Huailai garrison was only 5,000, and most of them were foot soldiers, less than 1,000 cavalry, and the tile thorn Tartars were all elite horsemen who were proficient in bow horses, and less than 1,000 horsemen went to aid the Son of Heaven, which was completely looking for death.

Moreover, Sun Zhirui had already sent a fast horse to the camp of the Son of Heaven to report the news, and asked the Son of Heaven to quickly move Huailai, after all, although Huailai had few soldiers, they were all elite, and Huailai was an important town in the Ming Dynasty, the city was high and the walls were thick, and the poke was guarded to death.

However, now that a full hour has passed since the last messenger was sent, and there is still no turnaround, Sun Zhirui's heart is getting colder and colder. "God do well, bless me with a safe tomorrow."

Sun Zhirui is the family of the Empress Dowager Sun, the nephew of the grandfather of the Son of Heaven Sun Zhong, who has just passed the age of thirty.

Counting it up, the Son of Heaven is still his cousin, and Sun Zhirui is also opposed to the Son of Heaven's rash dispatch of troops to the Northern Expedition......

Sun Zhirui, who was heavy in his heart, stood on the top of the East Gate Tower and was in a mixed mood, when he suddenly heard a sound of shocking hooves and shaking the ground, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, turned around, and after a while, he saw the heart of the heart who was appointed by himself to guard the north gate rushed up to the city tower with a panicked face, and Sun Zhirui's heart couldn't help but rise.

The guard of the north gate leaned into Sun Zhirui's ear and whispered, Sun Zhirui's face was immediately as white as frost and snow, and he asked in a trembling voice: "What did you say?!" ”

The heart and abdomen glanced left and right a few times, and his voice was lowered: "General, this person said to himself, he has the blood edict of the Son of Heaven, and the last general is afraid that there will be a mistake, so someone will lock it first, and he is being locked in the empty house in the north gate of the last general, and he is also asked to ...... general."

Sun Zhirui took a deep breath and glanced left and right, all of them were his henchmen and guards, so he was naturally not afraid of this news leaking. nodded with a gloomy face: "You wait to defend the city, don't let the thorn tartars touch into the city, if you dare to slack off, you will be killed!" ”

After seeing that those defenders obeyed their orders in unison, Sun Zhirui led a group of guards to walk quickly down the city, turned over and galloped towards the north gate.

A dim oil lamp was swaying in the room, a tall and burly Fan Zhong was tied to the couch at the moment, seeing the door being pushed open, Fan Zhong struggled to sit up, this force, the original scabbed wound began to bleed again, but Fan Zhong ignored it, a pair of tiger eyes glared angrily, staring at Sun Zhirui who had a gloomy face and pushed the door in.

"Fan Zhong?! It's you? "Sun Zhirui never thought that the strong man he saw when he opened the door was really the confidant of the Son of Heaven, and his originally uneasy heart instantly seemed to have fallen into an ice cave." What about Your Majesty, damn it, where is Your Majesty?! Sun Zhirui took two steps, grabbed the rope that bound Fan Zhong, and tried his best to suppress his low voice and roar.

"Your Majesty has been captured by the Tile Thorn Tartar." Tears welled up in Fan Zhonghu's eyes, and he roared a little choked.

Hearing the news with his own ears, Sun Zhirui almost couldn't stand, but fortunately, the henchman guarding the north gate had already stepped into the house, and quickly stretched out his hand to hold it.

"What the hell is going on? If there is a word that is not true, Lao Tzu wants your dog's life! Sun Zhirui pushed away the henchman, his eyes were bloodshot, like a mad beast, his hand was already clenched on the handle of the war knife at his waist, and half of the cold light leaked out of the sheath, seeping into the bone marrow.

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Zhu Qizhen sat in a caravan that was the most common means of transportation for the Mongols during migration, but he did not sit in the caravan, but sat with the driver, ignoring the curious and wary gazes of the Tile Spur soldiers who were marching around him, and looked into the distance with his own care.

"Your Majesty, it's too poisonous, so you'd better go in first." The driver of this caravan was covered in ashes, and even in some places it was stained with the Daming brocade clothes that had become stained with black blood, in his early forties, a pair of rough hands full of calluses, a tanned red and black, revealing a thick face, no matter how he looked like an honest Ming common man, if it weren't for his shining eyes, as well as the lean but lean figure, no one would think that he was an elite with unique skills and was entrusted as the guard of the Son of Heaven.

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ps: One more arrived, and today I found that the text needs to be repaired, so it's late, I'm sorry,