Ding Yi's face became ugly, this was indeed something he couldn't do.

No matter what nationality Jeddah is, he chose to stand with Ding Yi and never give up, and Ding Yi couldn't help but regard him as his comrade-in-arms. As I said first, his handing over of Boyan Timur to Jeddah is a manifestation of trust, watching the death of the person he trusts, worthless, not for no reason to achieve some tactical goal, he wants to choose such an ending?

"You think again, kill me, and there will be no one to attack the Ming Kingdom." He also said unhurriedly, "But you are more cunning than a fox, you know, I died, the Great Khan took power, to shock the tribes, he needs military exploits, he attacked the Ming Dynasty, not for money and food, but to kill people, to kill many people, to establish his authority; By the way, the people on the grassland who disobeyed him all died. So you can't kill me, I just want money and food to let the people on the grassland live, Daming has money and food, I don't want to kill people, the emperor falls into my hands, and I will feed him. ”

Ding Yi smiled bitterly, this is not a question of whether the psychological will is firm or not, yes and first, what he said is true. He may not be able to understand the difference between the costumes of the Ming Dynasty's seventh-rank officials and the third-rank officials, and he can't understand the right to speak in the court between military attaches and civil officials, but he has no doubt that he has grasped Ding Yi's psychology.

"You say, will I be afraid of you?" He also asked with great confidence.

In fact, the person Ding Yi is waiting for these days is not Yang Shan, but Chen San, or Chen San's twenty or so disciples who have lived in the grassland for a long time, and exude the sour smell of mare's milk wine like the Warat people. When Chen San led the hundreds of young people to arrive as reinforcements from the summoned grassland, Ding Yi used Uncle Zhong's disguise method to arrange for the disciple who was about the same size as Yingzong to disguise himself as Yingzong. From that day on, "Yingzong" was "sick".

And the real Yingzong. Just stay in Chen San's team and wait for Yang Shan's arrival.

This is the reason why Ding Yi Weishenme asked Yang Shan to leave overnight, because it is impossible for Yingzong to leave in Yang Shan's team, and he is not a fool in the first place; Ding Yi couldn't rush out of the battalion of tens of thousands of iron horsemen head-on, all the way to Datong, even if Chen San and those hundreds of young men were as loyal as Jeddah - that was absolutely impossible - plus the two hundred disciples on Datong's side, he couldn't do it.

Tens of thousands of iron horsemen are not a joke, in this era, in the field, they are tanks. It is an indestructible stream of iron.

Therefore, Yang Shan's strange way of leaving will inevitably make Ye Xian feel wrong, whether he finds the strangeness of "Yingzong" or not, it is impossible for a man who controls the grassland not to even have this awareness. Then he will surely send someone to chase after him. As long as he sent people to chase after Yingzong, who was mixed in Chen San's camp. And the twenty disciples who looked and smelled the same as the other Warats. There is a chance.

And Ding Yi himself has long thought of a way to get out, regardless of whether the coercion of Ding Yi is successful or not, Chen San will start to attack Ye Xian's guards after getting Ding Yi's code, and take advantage of the chaos Ding Yi will kill into the grassland to throw himself into the grassland. The status quo on the steppe. Even if you don't like it first, you will secretly support it if you don't spend it.

It is impossible for tens of thousands of iron horsemen to graze and block the side mirror forever for the sake of a Ding Yi.

After a few months, they will definitely retreat to the grassland, and then Ding Yi will have countless opportunities to sneak back to Daming.

Ding Yi didn't think about it. The hijacking also succeeded first, and he didn't even think about it, and Jeddah was going to follow him to the death.

In the midst of all armies, hijacking the leader of the other party, how crazy does this person think that it is possible to succeed? Will you bother to think about what to do if you succeed?

Now not only has it been hijacked, but even Boyan Timur has fallen into his hands, which has complicated things.

"Ann! Are you going to kill my brother? Badama's slightly hoarse voice rang out, and the soldiers separated, and she rode over, holding Mandu Hai in her hand, and asked Ding Yi, "Anda, which knife are you going to use to kill my brother?" With the knife you saved me, or with the knife I gave you? ”

Ding Yi didn't know how to answer her.

I heard Badama say again: "However, it is good to use any knife, and you should be able to cut my brother's neck." In her words, there was a feeling of indifference, as if she was not talking about the life or death of her brother, "But, A, after killing first, are you sure to fight your way out of the encirclement?" ”

"If you die first, the Great Khan will kill my sister, I don't care." When my brother and sister die, she doesn't care at all, she is a female beast, what she cares about is, "Mandulu will come to kill me, and kill Manduhai too, so if you want to kill my brother, my husband can't protect me, and Manduhai and I can only go back to Mingguo with you to live." If you want to kill first, you have to make sure that you can fight your way out. I will hand over all my subordinates to your command, there are three hundred people, all of them will go to the Ming Kingdom with you to live, and you will feed us. ”

Ding Yi's face was so bitter that he could squeeze out water.

The commander who was ordered to chase after Yang Shan did not know that they were chasing not twenty people, but more than a hundred.

Although the comparison of a thousand horsemen against more than a hundred horsemen is also a very disparity, if the commander knew this in advance, he would not have divided his troops, at least not for the second time. Because the imaginary enemy only has 20 cavalry, and after being divided into two units of Xiang Datong and Xuanfu, there are only 10 cavalry, so the commander will make the decision to divide the troops many times.

The sound of explosions coming from the direction of Xuanfu was carefully calculated, ten sounds, that is to say, most of the ten brothers in the same sect have been martyred.

Throwing a grenade or two on a galloping horse in the dark will have no effect, and the lethality is extremely limited, so the ten people in the direction of Xuanfu are all dead. After being overtaken, they lit a long fuse, then threw away their weapons with their hands raised, and let the Warats drag themselves off their horses, inspecting the spoils of war is the habit of the Warats, and they will not let go of the horses, and the four grenades on both sides of the saddle often kill and wound two teams of ten.

As for whether these ten dead soldiers are within the explosion range, whether they will be killed by the anger of the undead Warat people, this is not something that Ding Yi knows or can predict, from the time this Jihua is decided, those ten people are voluntary dead soldiers. Xing Dahe knew that in order to avoid being tortured after being captured, the ten brothers, all carrying a grenade in their arms, were lighting the fuse of the two bags of grenades in the saddle, and also the fuse of the grenade on their own body.

And the ten horsemen who came to Datong had a comrade who had ambushed Haode in advance on the road to meet them, and the six hundred-man teams led by the commander of the thousand men were not chasing ten horsemen, but more than 100 horsemen. Divided into dozens of units, each of the two ten-man teams scattered over the mountains, chasing not one knight, but five horsemen, although twenty to five is an overwhelming advantage, but not necessarily to catch up, can be a drum, at least can fight and go, lead them to the predetermined battlefield.

The darkness allowed many conspiracies to be carried out, just like such a dark night and such a strong wind.

In the distance, the sound of horses' hooves could be heard, and the light of horse lanterns could be heard.

Mask, let go, mask again...... The comer used the horse lantern to give the predetermined signal, and Xing Dahe asked the sergeant next to him to respond to the signal with the horse lantern, then pulled down the mask armor, and began to trot on the horse. When the four or five horsemen had passed by the flanks of the procession, and had finished their warm-up horses, the knights were lit one after another with torches. By the time the two teams of ten men of Warat had stopped their horses, there were already hundreds of torches in front of them, and the sound of hooves of hundreds of horsemen galloped towards them.

If they escape, maybe Xing Dajia will give up the pursuit, because they know very well that their absolute liliang is much weaker than the other party. But how could the Warat Tartars, who had not yet experienced the defense of the Ming Jingshi, be timid? These days, the people of the Ming Dynasty near Maoerzhuang have died under the knives of their two ten-person teams, how many hundreds?

They hesitated for a moment, and then they met him, undaunted.

There was no collision and no saber fighting, Xing Dahe made a cross-cutting action with the horse, then released the reins and pulled the crossbow hanging on his body, kicked the string and shouted: "Wind! Then he pressed the trigger, and more than a hundred crossbow bolts instantly covered the two ten-man teams.

When Xing Dahele turned his horse head and took the hundred horsemen behind him around, there were still about a dozen people alive in the two ten-person teams, three rounds of crossbow arrows in the dark night, and the more than 300 arrows only killed a few people, these elite people knew how to use war horses to block attacks for themselves, and they also knew how to use speed to make the opponent and arrows miss, and defeat the 200,000 Ming army, not only Wang Zhen's military idiot.

But their horses are dead.

The Warats, who had been shot dead from their horses, did not turn around and run away, because they knew that they were only running away at this time to show their backs so that the other party could take aim calmly, and people would never be able to outrun their horses. And two of them were ten captains, both of whom had been shot dead in battles between tribes; But they relied on their excellent horsemanship, and in the face of their opponents, they jumped on their horses and killed them, and they did so more than once, and succeeded more than once.

They are not panicked, as long as the Ming army rushes over, they have the possibility of taking the horse, as long as they have a horse, they are not afraid of these Ming people, in their eyes, these Ming people will not ride horses at all!

Everyone has their own merits, Hu Shan is extremely competent as an instructor, but as a commander, Ding Yi feels that he can't look down on him. Xing Dahe's personality was a little dull, so dull that there were only a dozen people on the other side and he lost his horse and was wounded, but he still carried out two more covering shots. Because Ding Yi told him to try not to fight with the Warats, and not to fight with them in riding.

When the torturer shouted the order to throw the torches, the two teams of ten finally no one stood up.

In the face of this dull opponent, they could not show their proud riding skills.

It can be said that bad money is driving out good money, and it can be said that this is mechanical repetition that is killing inspiration and talent.

But Xing Dahe didn't care, and neither did the more than 100 horsemen behind him, and even when they were cleaning the battlefield and mending their swords, they all dismounted far away and lined up in a small phalanx, not giving each other a chance to show their equestrian skills at all. Not a single one of them was wounded, not a single one died, and twenty Varattars were killed, and not a single one of them ran away.

In the distance, there was the peculiar flickering of the lantern, and the great punishment called the brethren to mount, and they let the brothers who had lured the enemy meet the twenty horsemen who smelled of the enemy, and once again cut horizontally, and once again fired crossbows, and once again circled each other and fired crossbow arrows.

Unspective slaughter. (To be continued......)