In addition to a brocade guard with at least thirty large and small wounds on his body and a dying breath, there was also a blood book written by Zhang Fugui himself.

The war horse, which was already physically exhausted, seemed to know that its mission had been completed, and at the moment when Fan Tong helped the brocade guard on horseback down, his huge body fell to the ground.

Although it was only a quick glance, Fan Tong seemed to see the moment the war horse closed its eyes, and the expression on his face was relieved.

The Jinyiwei was directly hugged to the point of general, and immediately a military medical officer ran over to diagnose and treat him, and everyone's eyes were firmly fixed on the medical officer, because they all wanted to know what was going on.

Yu Zijun and Yu Sheng's father and son knew it in their hearts, because they had long known that this must be a moth made by the guard commander of the Qingshui Battalion.

After a long time, the medical officer shook his head: "Commander, he." There is no help. ”

Zhang Ru stepped forward: "Already dead?" ”

The medical officer shook his head and said, "There is still one breath, but he has lost too much blood, and there is nothing he can do." He can only sober up temporarily, but it is also to quench his thirst, and he is afraid that he will not live for three days. ”

Zhang Rutie blushed, bit his back molars and said, "Let him wake up!" ”

The medical officer pulled out a finger-long silver needle from the cloth bag beside him, and slowly pierced it into the chest of the badly injured brocade guard.

Just a moment, the brocade guard miraculously opened his eyes, and when he saw the medical officer in front of him and Zhang Ru who showed half of his face behind the medical officer, he didn't know where he got the strength, and he actually pushed away the medical officer and grabbed Zhang Ru's calf: "Commander, save people, save people!" ”

Zhang Ru squatted down and grabbed the hand of the brocade guard: "Don't worry, I will save people, what is your last wish?" ”

The first question he asked was not what was going on over there, but what the Jinyiwei would want, because he didn't know how long the doctor's silver needle would keep the brocade guard's brother back.

Hearing his question, Yu Zijun looked sideways slightly.

From a commander's point of view, Ci is not in charge of the army, and the most important question Zhang Ru should ask is what happened to the Qingshui battalion, so that the other brothers can prepare. In this way, large-scale casualties can also be avoided.

From an officer's point of view, Zhang Ru should also appease the emotions of this brocade guard first. No matter from which point of view, the first question asked by Zhang Ru is undesirable.

Don't look at Yu Zijun as a literati, but he sees the problem very thoroughly.

The Jinyi guard was stunned, and said in a hurried tone: "The commander of the Qingshui battalion guard made Hartu detain Zhang Fugui, the hundred households of the Jinyi guard, and sent troops to suppress the infantry battalion that mutined due to the issue of military salaries, and killed more than 2,000 foot soldiers. Now that the Qingshui battalion is heavily defended, it is reported that Nahartu has already intended to lead the remaining 3,000 soldiers to defect to the Tatars. ”

The Qingshui camp is out of the Hetao Plain, a horse and a flat river, whether it is a foot soldier or a cavalry, it only takes a short time to reach the territory of the Tatars.

Although there were not many Tatars on the territory of the titular Tatars, the Ming army never penetrated alone. Once Hartu led 3,000 border troops into the grassland, and then wanted to chase it back, I am afraid that it would be difficult to reach the sky.

Now the relationship between Tatar and Daming is tense with peace, tension is that Tatar's iron cavalry may invade the border of Daming at any time, and peace is because of the little Tatar prince Batu Mengke, who is still in the hands of Zhang Ru.

didn't have time to think, Zhang Ru immediately decided: "Say your last wish, I will send you on the road." ”

With so many injuries on his body, it is very painful for a person to live, so it is better to give him a painful pleasure.

The Jinyiwei also knew the situation on his body, and smiled miserably: "There are two sons under the subordinates, according to the rules of the Jinyiwei, only one son can enter the Jinyiwei, and the subordinates want to ask the commander to make an exception, so that the young sons of the subordinates also have the right to join the Jinyiwei." ”

Zhang Ru nodded heavily: "Don't worry, you have this qualification." ”

Ordinary people don't want their sons to join the army, because the Ming Dynasty is a scholar and the Son of Heaven who rule the world together, and only by studying can it be the real way out.

No one wants to let their son fight on the battlefield, and if he has a good fate, he may be able to get a general title in his life, and if he has a bad fate, he is afraid that no one will know if he dies.

But this Jinyiwei wanted his son to join Jinyiwei, not because Jinyiwei was an army different from the border army, but because Jinyiwei had people like Zhang Ru, which made him see hope.

A knife very neatly sent this loyal subordinate into the underworld, Zhang Ru said angrily with a heavy heart: "Brothers, you have seen that what is on the stage of this general is the head of the military attache who is greedy for military salaries and eats empty salaries and drinks the blood of soldiers. Some of you may know them, and you may have a good relationship with them.

But they are dead now because they violated the military law of the Ming Dynasty.

Ben will patrol the nine sides, just to kill all these silverfish, so that they can no longer know the law and break the law! Ben didn't want to see the brothers of the border army fighting desperately on the battlefield, and when they came back, they couldn't even afford a decent piece of clothing!

The existing commander of the Qingshui Battalion has made Hartu intend to rebel, and the time has come for the brothers to serve the country loyally, you are willing to go to the Qingshui Camp with this general to kill the enemy! ”

No one in the three guards responded, but everyone's eyes were focused on Yu Zijun.

The eyes of a few generals were on Yu Sheng, but that gaze was just an afterglow.

Zhang Ru didn't continue to speak, looking at this situation, he also had a plan in his heart. It seems that the soldiers and horses of Yansui Town are still in the hands of Yu Zijun.

The embarrassing situation lasted for no more than a breath, and Yu Zijun, who was standing behind Zhang Ru, knelt on one knee and clenched his fists with both hands: "The last general is willing to go!" ”

As soon as he, the leader knelt down, nearly 20,000 horses from the three guards below all knelt on one knee and pressed the hilt of the knife with their hands: "The last general is willing to go!" ”

Yulin City is only more than 400 miles away from Qingshui Camp, 20,000 horses left 14,000 people on the left and right sides, Zhang Ru personally took 6,000 people from Yulin Zhongwei to Qingshui Camp non-stop.

After the escaped Jinyi guard was not caught, and the pursuer returned to clarify the situation, the commander of the Qingshui camp guard made Hartu inevitably take escape measures.

After all, there are only 3,000 people left in a Qingshui battalion, and it is very unwise to use 3,000 people against the million border troops of the Ming Dynasty.

Not to mention the million border troops, let's just say that the 30,000 or 40,000 horses in Yansui Town are enough to swallow his 3,000 men and horses to the point that there are not even bones left.

The dozens of heads that had not had time to deal with were placed on the general platform, guarded by special guards and guarded by special guards and guarded by the general soldier Yu Zijun to guard Yulin City to prevent mutinies in other guards.

Six thousand men and horses rushed to the Qingshui camp with billowing smoke and dust, with the anger of Zhang Ru and thousands of soldiers.

In the Qingshui camp, Hartu and several henchmen were discussing what to do next, and the reply they just received was that the seriously injured Jinyi guard had already run away.

"General, are we really going to run to the territory of the Tatars?" Although they are confidants, they have their own ideas, and not everyone wants to leave this homeland.

Hartu's eyes glared: "The matter has come to this, do we have a way back?" The people above have decided to treat us as outcasts, and you have received a lot of benefits over the years, even if you go to the grassland, you can live a good life. ”

That being said, what good life can be lived on the grassland?

On the endless grassland, except for the cattle and sheep everywhere, there is a lot of silver, and there is no place to spend. It would be worse to let these knife-licking people herd horses and sheep on the grassland than to kill them.

"That's it, let's go, what's the big deal, Lao Tzu fought for the court and ended up injured, the court didn't say a word, and let those grandsons of Jinyiwei come to us for trouble." Another man with a short figure of five said loudly.

"Don't worry about it so much, let's take those dozen or so Jinyi guards, it can be regarded as a vote, although the Tatars are not easy to get along with, it is better than being favored by the court in this ghost place." Someone chimed in.

The only general who was unwilling to leave his homeland was instantly dumbfounded, and if he objected again, he was afraid that he would not be able to get out of this barracks.

"It's decided, early tomorrow morning, leave the Qingshui camp." Hardu made a decision at the moment.

He was originally a steppe man, and he was no stranger to life on the grassland, so he didn't have any habits that he was not used to. As for whether his subordinates can get used to life on the grassland, that is not a question for him to consider.

Now everyone sweeps the snow in front of the door and cares about the frost on the tiles of others, who can care about the life and death of others.

At this time, Hartu didn't know that Zhang Ru was galloping all night with 6,000 elite soldiers to find trouble with him, a traitor.

The night was deep, slightly cool, and the wind rose, just right to hide the sound of horses' hooves.

After some civil strife, the garrison of the Shimizu Battalion was not as tight as the dead brocade guard had said, but rather a little loose.

The decision above is not something that the petty soldiers below can decide, but among the people below, there are many people who are unwilling to leave their homeland.

Greedy for military food and salary, without their share, they just pick up the benefits that leak out of the fingers of the people above, which are not much, and they can barely feed the whole family.

If there were no generals who were greedy for military salaries and rations, they would also be able to support their families with their own military salaries. And it is because of these people that they cannot support their families, but rely on the charity and mercy of others to support their families. In this way, those generals who were originally bad people became good people, and they should be grateful to those people instead.

No one wants to leave.

But they had to leave.

The rumbling sound of horses' hooves got closer and closer, and soon alarmed the guards and soldiers, and seeing the long line composed of bright torches, the soldiers of the Qingshui Battalion, who were not firm in their military hearts, completely collapsed.

For a while, the shouts, cries for help, and running were endless.