In October of the second year of Chongzhen, Huang Taiji personally led 100,000 Houjin soldiers to detour through the Horqin grassland with lightning speed, break through Da'ankou, Hongshankou and Longjing Pass, and encircle Zunhua, an important military town of the Ming Dynasty.

A strong enemy enters the army, as long as it is an individual, it is clear that a major war related to the life and death of the Ming Dynasty will be carried out with Zunhua as the center.

As a result, a prosperous Zunhua seemed to be as if all the people were dead, except for the Houjin cavalry galloping on the field, there was hardly a single Ming Dynasty common people and business travelers.

Without business travel and people, the bandits who robbed for a living in Zunhua would lose their source of livelihood.

Under the threat of death and starvation, some of the bandits had to shift the targets of their robbery to the elite Houjin cavalry.

However, without any training, without any organization, and only enthusiasm, how could the bandits be the opponents of the Golden Cavalry after a long battle.

On the wilderness about fifty miles away from Zunhua City, more than a hundred bandits in rags protected a person, and under the pursuit of more than a dozen Houjin cavalrymen behind them, they ran wildly all the way in the direction of the mountainous area.

Although they did their best, and threw away all the baggage that might slow them down. However, no matter how fast the two-legged gallop is, it can't be faster than the speed of the four-legged warhorse......

"Boom..."As the sound of horses' hooves got closer and closer to them, the dozen or so Houjin cavalrymen on their horses directly raised their sabers with sneers on their faces, making a gesture of preparing to chop on the horse.

"Kill ......" A flash of sword light, more than a dozen Houjin cavalrymen with sabers raised were very skillfully divided into two, galloped past the two wings of more than a hundred bandits in front of them, and easily slashed the saber in their hands at the target.

When more than a dozen Houjin cavalry broke away from contact with the bandits, the smoke and dust raised by the hooves of the war horses were quickly blown away by the wind. At least ten bandits in rags, covered in blood, lay on the ground, motionless...

In this era when people are struggling to make a living, death has long been a very common thing.

Therefore, in the face of the 'comrades-in-arms' who fell to the ground, the remaining bandits did not even look at them and continued to run forward.

Because they know that they only need to run a few more miles into the mountains. The Houjin cavalry, who had been following everyone closely, and the rapid assault of Tongguò constantly consumed their own vital strength, could no longer help themselves.

Perhaps a dozen Houjin cavalrymen were not familiar with the terrain here, and without knowing what the bandits thought, they directly thought that the more than 100 Ming Dynasty people who dared to attack themselves in front of them had become their own pockets, and they could destroy them as much as they wanted.

It's like playing a game, consuming the vitality of more than 100 Ming Dynasty people little by little.

In this way, after more than a dozen Houjin cavalry behind him rushed and killed round after round, the hopeful dense forest finally appeared in front of everyone.

Running all the way down, the bandits who had already exhausted themselves because of hunger and subconsciously slowed down their escape. Seeing the woods, it was like seeing the hope of life, and directly using one's body to the limit, running towards the woods that were getting closer and closer to oneself in the bureau.

At this time, the dozen or so Houjin cavalrymen who had planned to continue to drag on with the Ming Dynasty finally realized that something was wrong. When a white-armored cavalry let out a loud roar, more than a dozen cavalry directly lined up, like a huge rake, swept in the direction of hundreds of bandits, trying to break the bandits away and prevent them from rushing into the woods.

Although the idea of the Houjin cavalry was good, they underestimated the strong ability that people could explode in the moment of life and death.

At the same time that more than a dozen Houjin cavalry roared in, dozens of bandits who rushed to the back stopped running very unexpectedly, raised their simple weapons in their hands, and launched a counter-charge in the direction of the Houjin cavalry.

At the same time, a loud roar also sounded among dozens of bandits: "Brothers, I won't say much about how the big boss usually treats us well." For the sake of the big boss, swear to block the Houjin Tartars, brothers, rush me...."

More than 30 bandits, some holding spears, some with broadswords, and even more, directly holding a wooden stick the thickness of an arm. It was like a pack of wolves that were not afraid of death, screaming and rushing towards a dozen Houjin cavalrymen.

Although everyone's actions are moths to a fire, their death is not meaningless.

In two minutes, more than 30 bandits exchanged their lives for just two minutes for their 'comrades-in-arms' behind them.

With a dozen Houjin cavalry with angry faces, they finished solving more than thirty bandits and were ready to continue the pursuit, when they hated each other. The remaining sixty or so bandits had already rushed into the woods with the wounded boss and fled.

In the simple cottage composed of only thatched huts that squeezed time, in the process of attacking Houjin Tartar, after being hit on the head by Houjin Tartar with an iron rod, an unconscious village owner Wei Zheng was lying on the ** with a calm face.

The only few people in the cottage who could speak were pacing back and forth around Wei Zheng, looking anxious.

At this moment, a slight coughing sound suddenly sounded from Wei Zheng's mouth, and then, a faint sound came from Wei Zheng's mouth to everyone's ears.

"Water....I want to drink water..."

"The big boss... The big boss woke up....quick, what are you still doing in a daze, immediately look for water, the big boss wants to drink water. ”

The oldest middle-aged man said excitedly. Then, as gently as possible, he helped Wei Zheng who was lying on the ** and prepared to feed Wei Zheng water.

In the blink of an eye, ten minutes passed. When Wei Zheng, who was gradually sobering up, slowly opened his eyes, what he saw was not a hospital, not a doctor, or his comrades-in-arms, but a group of middle-aged men wearing clothes he had never seen before.

As a special forces, the first thing to do is to familiarize yourself with your surroundings, especially in a strange place that you have never seen before.

Just as Wei Zheng was about to speak, the middle-aged man standing directly opposite him suddenly said excitedly: "Big boss, you finally woke up." If you don't wake up, our cottage will be disbanded..."

"Shanzhai..."Hearing these two words, Wushu was stunned suddenly, and said with a puzzled face.

It must be clear that in later generations of China, the only ones who can still use cottages are only a few ethnic minorities. However, if the other party is an ethnic minority, how can they speak Chinese and call themselves the masters.

Wei Zheng, with a deep sense of incomprehension, subconsciously asked, "I'm the big boss... The cottage is going to be disbanded... What's going on? ”

Hearing Wei Zheng's inexplicable rhetorical question, the middle-aged man's brows furrowed, and he exclaimed with despair: "Big boss, have you forgotten....Did you lose your memory after being smashed by a Tartar with an iron rod......how can this be, is it that the sky is going to kill our cottage, and you don't want our cottage brothers to continue to live..."

"Tartar...", this was a useful word that Wei Zheng heard again.

Thinking of the history I know, there is only one place and time where the word Tartar can be used, and that is the end of the Ming Dynasty. Thinking of this, Wei Zheng, who was directly taken aback, quickly shifted his gaze to the middle-aged man in front of him, and asked tentatively: "It's the Ming Dynasty now....The wound on my head was beaten by the Houjin Tartar..."

"Big boss, do you remember..."A trace of excitement quickly appeared on the face of the middle-aged man who was still desperate just now.

He said with an affirmative face to Wei Zheng: "The big boss, now is the Ming Dynasty, in October of the second year of Chongzhen....As for the wound on your head, we were beaten by the Tartars when we launched an attack on the typing soldiers, there is no mistake..."

"The second year of Chongzhen....Tartar..."After being confirmed by the other party, Wei Zheng's heart immediately became chaotic.

You must know that just before you sober up, you were still an excellent special soldier in Huaxia, and her future was immeasurable. However, how could he return to the end of the Ming Dynasty in the blink of an eye...... However, as an excellent special forces, Wei Zheng's ability to accept reality is still very fast.

Quickly put all kinds of puzzles behind him, and in the habit of special forces, the first thing Wei Zheng wanted to understand was the environment he was currently in. After a short period of contemplation, in order not to make the few people in front of him suspicious, Wei Zheng quickly suppressed all kinds of confusion and confusion in his heart, and ordered the middle-aged man in front of him who seemed to be the best for him.

"Okay, my head is a little swollen, just rest and rest....you just stay alone, and everyone else goes out first."

Looking at the middle-aged man in front of him who showed a heartfelt expression of concern for him, Wei Zheng didn't hide it, and asked directly: "Brother, I can't remember a lot of things, so in order not to worry the brothers in the cottage, I can only fool around for the time being." Including your identity, I seem to have forgotten everything. So, you can give me a general introduction to the situation right away, otherwise once the news of my amnesia spreads, our cottage will really be over..."

The middle-aged man did not hesitate and quickly told what he knew.

As time passed minute by minute, Wei Zheng's calm face had unconsciously turned solemn. As for Wei Zheng's heart, he was full of regret and unwillingness.

Although he had seen the so-called time travel in later generations from novels, people traveled to ancient times to either become emperors or generals. As for himself, he actually crossed over to a bandit leader who couldn't even eat.

looked at the middle-aged man in front of him with the same name as Zhao Yun, a famous general of the Three Kingdoms, with a simple face. Wei Zheng really wanted to ask a rhetorical question, since he couldn't even eat enough, what was the point of being a bandit...

However, when Wei Zheng saw the helpless expression on the other party's face, he still swallowed back the words that he was about to blurt out.

After knowing his current situation, Wei Zheng's first thought with a solemn face was how to survive the battle of Tartar's invasion of Zunhua with a weak face. Only by avoiding the big war in front of you can you have the opportunity to talk about the future, otherwise, everything is a fantasy.