These dozens of cavalrymen, in the posture of a remnant of a defeated army, fled all the way, and broke through the interception of two groups of Mongols in a row, and there were less than 30 men and horses left. Guo Jiujie's two personal female guards, one of them was hit by an arrow in his horse and threw the woman down. The female soldier was skillful and not injured, but she couldn't walk fast away from the horse, so she had to say to Guo Jiujie: "Miss Jiu, my father and brother, just waiting for you to take care of it!" "Fiercely, slashed a dagger through his throat!

Guo Jiujie originally stretched out her hand, wanting to pull the female soldier to her horse, but she didn't want this personal guard who had grown up with her to commit suicide in front of her. wiped a handful on his face with his hand, grabbed a spear, and scolded angrily, "Bastard Tartar, my aunt and grandmother fought with you!" ”

The horse's bridle was grabbed by Yang Chengzu, "It's your business that you want to go back and die, but I don't want her to sacrifice in vain!" You are a local, the geography is more familiar than us, and you want to think of a place that you can guard, and if you run like this, everyone will die! ”

Guo Jiujie glared fiercely, as if she wanted to open his hand, but looking at the pursuers from far and near, as well as the smoke and dust in the sky raised by the iron horse, she finally swallowed her saliva, "Come with me, I know that there is a village near here, which is my family's grange." But I guess everyone has run out, and I'm afraid there will be no one left. ”

Unlike these Han guards, who sold their lives to their masters, these Mongols went south to fight and rob, hoping to survive the coming harsh winter. The population on the grassland cannot be compared with the Han realm at all, and the number of Ding Zhuang is more related to the rise and fall of a tribe and its status in the entire alliance.

The scale of more than 1,000 people could not cover the entire battlefield, so they could only rely on strong mobility to gallop back and forth, and once they found out which direction the Ming army was moving, they would fight with a part of the troops, and then outflank and cover them from the rear with a large force.

Seeing that this army was already lonely, the Mongolian army tried to avoid a death match, but used the tactics of hunting to drive the Ming army like a sheep, weakening the strength of the Ming army with bows and arrows, and striving to minimize casualties. It was precisely because of this tactical choice that this small group of men and horses, after all, rushed to the village at the cost of nearly half of their lives.

The inhabitants of the village did not flee, but closed the gate tightly, as if hoping that the high wall would block the Mongols' footsteps. When Guo Jiujie reported her name, the clan elders in the village opened the door and let the group in.

Yang Chengzu glanced at it casually, and saw dozens of juniors standing on the wall of the village, holding various agricultural tools in their hands, and there were probably less than ten weapons that could be weighed, as well as two or three soft bows. With this scale of combat power, it may be enough to fight against a small group of ringing horses, and against the Mongol army, it will not be able to withstand a charge at all.

The enthusiastic head of the village let them to the largest house in the village, and someone brought hot water and rice to the guards. There are also people who are waiting to prepare wine, and these arrangements give people the illusion of being out of danger, as if this place is really safe.

Yang Chengzu wiped the sweat on his forehead, glared at Guo Jiujie and said, "What are you crazy about?" I finally ran out, why did I run back and die? This time it's good, even you can't get out. ”

"I, Miss Guo Jiu, are the most righteous, I can't leave my friends behind, even if I die, it's the same." Guo Jiujie glared back without showing weakness, "Besides, Miss Ben is here, are you still afraid that there will be no rescuers?" Just these thousand Tartars are no match for a single blow from our Beijing camp. When the rescuers come, let's kill them and kill all these dog tartars! ”

Until this time, Guo Jiujie and Yang Chengzu had encountered only about 1,000 people, and they also decided that there were so many captives who broke through the pass this time. With a force of this size, no matter how tired the Beijing camp is, it will always be able to eat. As long as you persevere, you will be able to win.

However, if any of them could look down from the air, they would find that neither their small troops nor the thousands of horsemen were but a drop in the ocean. From the ancient north mouth to Huairou, Shunyi and even Yanqing and Wanping, beacon fires are burning everywhere, and people are crying and screaming everywhere. The Mongolian iron horsemen traveled all over the surrounding areas of Gyeonggi, and countless villages were set on fire and turned into pieces of rubble.

Tens of thousands of Mongolian cavalry seem to have found their former glory in this long-lost land of the Central Plains. The galloping horses, the wielding of scimitars, the splendid mountains and rivers of the world of flowers, all of these things have become the things in the bag that you can claim. These soldiers and generals, laughing, slashed down the man who stopped in front of the horse, and stroked the Han girl in their arms at will. The woman in front of the horse, the cattle and sheep behind the horse, can be called a full load.

In a golden-domed imperial tent outside the city of Beijing, Bodi, the Great Khan of Eastern and Western Mongolia and the co-owner of the grassland, looked at several leaders around him with pride, stroked his palms and laughed

"Haha, this time we have 100,000 athletes trapped in Jingshi, see if this Ming doll emperor bows his head? We have to get everything we need, and this winter will be the season of blessings from the Buddha, and not many people will freeze to death. After the spring of next year, we will come again, and sooner or later, we will also take back this place in Khan Bali. ”

The people of Gyeonggi, who have been peaceful for a long time, were swept away and shattered under this storm of destruction, and the number of victims is unknown. The people who were lucky enough to survive rushed into the Beijing Division, longing for the Beijing Imperial Forest to protect their own safety.

In the Forbidden City, the face of the Emperor of Jiajing was as gloomy as water, Yang Tinghe, Mao Ji, Jiang Mian, Liang Chu, and the newly entered the cabinet Shangshu (plus title), Dongge University scholar Yuan Zonggao, the faces of these cabinet ministers were also not good.

In any case, being beaten by the Mongols near the Jingshi, the court had just gotten the news, and then he couldn't come up with an effective response, which was a resounding slap in the face of the newly enthroned Son of Heaven anyway.

Even Yang Ting and these ministers were also gloomy, trapped by the Tartars, which was an experience that had not been experienced for many years since the civil engineering change. This slap was too loud. Jiajing's face was pale, his voice was low, and although his tone did not fluctuate, the anger contained in it could be felt by everyone, "The number of captive riders, have you ever investigated it?" ”

Yang Tinghe's expression was a little embarrassed, "At present, the news is chaotic, and our people have not found out the news clearly, and the captives are known as millions." There are definitely no such numbers, but in Yichen's opinion, there are at least 100,000 enemy soldiers. ”

"One hundred thousand? We just learned that the enemy has a hundred thousand? Jiajing seemed to have to digest this number for a while, and only after a while did he ask, "Where is Peng Sima?" I would like to ask him, how many warriors are there in Beijing and in various places, and what are our chances of winning if we fight with the Mongols? ”