What they call Nayan is the meaning of the leader, a tribe that is neither small nor too big, between the Iron Gate Pass and the Miyun avant-garde. Ever since Miyun's avant-garde exited, the tribe has been full of apprehension and uneasiness, and the herdsmen below have been shouting at first: "Kill those Han dogs and rob them of their grain!" ”

But soon the flag, the old flag will be planted there, the Akpong Rakshasa is a legend, from the old to the young, from men to women, the herdsmen on the grassland, there are many people who don't know who the Ming Emperor is, and there are many people who don't even understand whether the Great Khan is off or not, but there is absolutely no one who doesn't know the Akhamasa.

In the legend of the grassland, the Rakshasa is the god of the night, unstoppable, spreading all kinds of death and plague wherever he goes. This name can not only stop children crying at night, but has even become a testimony to the gambling curse and oath: "If I disobey this word, I will teach to meet Abang Rakshasa in the night!" It seems that it is more convincing to the other party than swearing by immortality.

So no one dared to mention that Yun killed the avant-garde Han people in Miyun, not a single person, not even the most ignorant teenager, the most arrogant and rude grassland man, did not dare to say such words. Even though many people saw the Rakshasa enter the gate, leaving only the flag there, it still did not teach people to take courage.

The faces of this tribe are about to panic.

Originally, it was the herdsmen's world outside the pass, but now it is good, a Miyun avant-garde is in front, and what is more of a headache is that no one from other tribes or herdsmen is willing to enter and attack the guard, so they watch it build up day by day, drive piles, build walls, today is a section of wall, tomorrow is a section of wall, and so on. Maybe the tribe is about to move steeply, because no one can feel safe between this guard post and the iron gate.

And the meaning brought by a few scouts tonight made Nayan, who was called the Red Army Changsheng, feel that this was good news: a team of Ming people, seven or eight hundred people.

"Kill them, and everyone will divide all the seizures equally!" Red Army Changsheng invited the leaders of the other two nearby tribes to come over and discuss together, and he opened up to the leaders of the other two tribes, "You don't have to hide anything, we can't graze here, it's going to be winter anyway." In two months, we'll all be out of here and looking for a new water meadow. ”

The leaders of the other two tribes nodded, this is an incident, and there is really no need to deceive each other. Miyun avant-garde poked ahead, and no one could stay here with peace of mind. However, the fat-headed and fat-brained man still hesitated. He said, "The banner of the Rakshasa of Apoy." It's stuck in the Hara Loop......"

"Seven Tarts, you're not a Mongol at all!" The other tribal leader on the side scolded at the man who spoke, "Abang Rakshasa Abang Rakshasa Abang Rakshasa ! As a tribal Nayan, you are afraid of a Han person to such a thing, and you will testify to immortality. You are such a shame to the steppe! ”

Nayan, who was called the Seven Receiving Tarts, was not angry, but just smiled, took a sip of mare's milk wine, and asked the man, "Okay." You are the eagle of the grassland, why don't you go and pull out the banner of the Akrakshasa now, and throw it in front of this tent, I swear to the immortal heaven that I am willing to lead the tribe into your tribe, how about it? ”

"It's just a flag, what do you do with it? Where can you find the flag if you are blind in the dark? I'm not as idle as you! "This head is still strong, but no matter how he listens, his words are full of timidity. It's really not a matter of being idle, it's not far from the Miyun avant-garde, the old flag, just in front of the walls of the Miyun avant-garde, a bonfire will be lit under the banner every night, and the flag will never be found.

Red Army Changsheng looked at it and shook his head, he was very unaccustomed to these two, one was very timid, the other was always loud, and his courage was smaller than that of the Seven Tarts. But at this time, he was trying to win over these two people, so he had to start a round: "Two, you know, my ancestors were sentry horses for Genghis Khan, and the Red Army explored the origin of horses, so our ancestors all took the Red Army as their name......"

"Well, I heard you talk about your ancestors more often than a sheep has wool." Qishou tart Nayan interrupted him dissatisfiedly, took another sip of mare's milk wine, burped and said, "In short, it's nothing more than that your tribe has inherited the Red Army's ability to explore horses, don't repeat the matter of the ancestors, ancestors?" Zu Shangming Dog should be a fourth-class person! ”

Red Army Changsheng shook his head and refused the mare's milk wine handed by Nayan of the Seven Tarts, took a sip of the tea bowl and shook his head and said: "What kind of fourth-class people, come on, the Year of the Monkey and the month of the horse, what are you talking about?" I mean, I've found out clearly, with my tribe's ability to explore horses, you should get along: seven to eight hundred Han people, all very thin, only about a hundred horses, a lot of carts, do not do, just a sentence. ”

"Why not? Naturally, it did! The leader who scolded the seven tarts just now shouted excitedly, "That female general, she took at least 4,000 people out a few days ago, and she hasn't come back yet, so she just let the people over there hear the movement, just a few people, and the main general is not there, so they don't dare to send troops over!" ”

Qishu shook his head and said, "What if Apon Rakshasa comes?" Don't forget that his flag is in the Hara Loop! ”

"Do it or not?" Red Army Changsheng didn't bother to talk nonsense with him anymore, so he just asked like this, "If you don't do it, this year's winter, don't make up your mind to come to me to borrow food and sheep!" The leader of the other tribe also agreed, saying that if the seven tarts did not go, then what happened to the winter, don't think about his tribe to help.

It's not that they want to fight, it's that the winter in the steppe is really cruel.

If you can't catch a handful before moving steeply, it is likely that after the winter, the whole tribe will shrink directly.

Eight hundred dwarf Ming people, many big carts, isn't this the way of life given by the immortal heaven to everyone?

Qishou drank all the mare's milk wine in his hand in one go, smashed the empty skin bag, gritted his teeth and roared: "Do it!" ”

For them, it's not about whether they want to do it or not, but about immortality that makes them unable to live if they don't do it.

As for the life and death of those Ming people, the Red Army's Changsheng or the Seven Suffering Tarts Nayan don't think it's something they should consider: if the Ming people can't rob it, what's the use of them living? Probably that's what they think. Of course, the Apong Rakshasa is an exception, in the hearts and titles of the steppe people, they call the Apong Rakshasa a Han people, not a Ming person.

So in this dark night, the three tribes began to focus on the men and horses, select warriors who were not so strict with night blindness, light torches, and sharpen swords, guns and arrows. No one was in a hurry, it was not the first time to go into battle, it was a long night, there was enough time for them to kill those Mingren, rob them of their belongings, and take off the clothes and jewelry on each corpse.

Nine hundred horsemen, one man and two horses, this is the strength of the three tribes.

With such a short distance, it is natural that there is no need to change horses to maintain endurance, and the other horse is to transport away the trophies.

At this time, Shi Jianfei, who was in the pass, was arguing with the guards of the Iron Gate Pass: "Let me take the troops out to see how Ding Rongcheng is, those dolls are so small, how can you bear it?" I don't want you to give me many soldiers, so I'll go out with two hundred men, and the other three hundred sergeants look at the grain carts......"

The guard shook his head and said: "Needless to say, it is impossible to open the door in the middle of the night to let you out, not to mention those dolls, Lord Liu Ji Liu is also among them, but this gate must not be opened." You guarantee that the Tartars will not come with the defeated army? Once the iron door is broken, who can afford to be responsible? ”

Who is responsible?

Although the iron gate is closed, only one person and one horse are allowed to enter and exit, but if it is really as he said, the Tartars are coming, and it is not true to see it in the dark, who dares to pack a ticket and will not let the Tartars leak in? Where did Shi Jianfei dare to answer? He thought for a while, gritted his teeth and said: "Use a rope to put me down from the wall, I can take ten people away, and the other brothers will stay in the gate!" ”

No, just for one breath, he wants to rush, ten people can't do anything, but at least let Ding Rongcheng take a look, there is still no shortage of strong men in the Ming Dynasty! Da Ming's blood is not hot for him Ding Rongcheng alone! But even this proposition was rejected by the guards.

"Ridiculous! The Tartars may knock at any time outside, you are the chief officer and lightly involved in danger, and I am not familiar with the soldiers below, the soldiers do not know the generals, the generals do not know the soldiers, how can it work? "The guard will be well versed in the essence of "the dead friend does not die the poor road", no matter what, it is his duty to guard the iron gate, what imperial history does he have, what Ding Rongcheng?

It can't be said that there is anything wrong with him thinking like this, but Shi Jianfei looked at him, clenched his fists, and almost spewed fire in his eyes. But in the end, he sighed, didn't say anything more, shook his head and walked down the city wall, the figure was reflected by the firelight, revealing the helplessness and depression in his body.

He did not dare to disobey the order, because the guard general led the rank of guard commander, and he should be under the jurisdiction of this guard when he was here.

Resisting orders? But if he dies and runs back by himself, he will not be pleased; If he himself died, he would not even have a posthumous name; If Ding Rongcheng can survive, it will not be a big deal. This guard can pick up the official shelf for him, but he can only smile at Ding Yi......

It's just that Ding Rongcheng can live? At this moment, the sound of the horn of gathering troops on the grassland was heard in the distance outside the pass.

Ding Rongcheng and the eight hundred dolls, I'm afraid there is no way to live...... Shi Jianfei smashed a punch at the wall, and even wiped his fist and ignored it: "Ding Rongcheng shouldn't die like this!" O God! Do you have eyes? ”

The guard listened to the wall and was shocked, but he quickly took a sip of his wine and suppressed the uneasiness and guilt. No one instructed him to do anything to Ding Yi, and no one told him anything, he and Ding had no grudges and no enmity in recent days, and even, more or less, he still admired him Ding Rongcheng.

But he didn't dare to go out of the city gate, he didn't dare to let his sword fly.

Because everyone has everyone's parents, wives and children, and everyone bears everyone's net worth and life.

"This ...... Ding Rongcheng, your heroic soul is not far away, don't blame me, the last general is just a small person in his mother, some old and some young...... This cup of turbid wine will be given to you......" The guard sat on the wall, muttered in a low voice, spilled the wine in his hand on the ground, and then said, "Mr. Rongcheng, your loyal soul will bless the iron gate for a long time!" (To be continued......)