"Lay down your arms, surrender and don't kill, hand over Benshari, surrender and don't kill!"

The shouting of the Ming army continued, but now most of the Tartar soldiers had laid down their weapons and sat on their knees with their heads in their hands.

Ben Shiari looked at the sea of fire not far away, anxious and angry.

The anxious thing was that the Ming army had outflanked him, and the angry thing was that he found that he didn't have the courage to die calmly.

The descendants of his dignified golden family, the direct descendants of Ali Buge Khan, have lost even the courage to die at this moment.

What else does he have?

At this moment, he deeply understood why he couldn't fight Arutai, and even a Mahamu of mixed blood.

He pulled out his cutlass and put it around his neck, but he couldn't get it down.

Two tears of blood washed out two furrows on his dark face like streams, and after a while, his face showed a gloomy color, and the long knife in his hand fell to the ground at once.

"If you don't have descendants, you are worthy of your ancestors!"

Ben Shyari burst into tears in an instant, and his voice was like weeping blood, which was emotional.

Chen Kan encountered almost no decent resistance, and successfully passed through the enemy formation.

He quietly looked at the man who was still in good condition not far away, but was crying on the horse, and he had no intention of stepping forward to disturb him.

He also saw that Ben Shiari had no determination to die.

Otherwise, he would have rushed into the fire to accompany the burial of the camp of Mount Kent.

Since he wanted to ask for a job, Chen Kan didn't mind giving him a little time to vent.

After all, they are the descendants of the Golden Family, and the respect that should be given is still to be given.

The main reason is that there is no way, theoretically speaking, Ben Shiali can almost be equal to Zhu Di in terms of identity.

And in this era, it is important to pay attention to the undisgraceful imperial power of an empire, even if it is the imperial power of other countries, but as long as it is related to these two words, Chen Kan has to treat each other with courtesy.

Ben Shiari howled in place for a long time to cry a stick of incense.

Chen Kan looked at the sky and couldn't help frowning.

The news of the Kent Mountain fire will definitely spread throughout the grassland in the shortest possible time, and the enraged Arutai will definitely not give up the pursuit of himself.

The time to escape is a little tight.

So he decisively stepped forward, came to Ben Shiyari's side and arched his hand: "The foreign minister Chen Kan, the Marquis of Jinghai, has seen the Great Khan. ”

Ben Shiyari's cry stagnated, and his blood-red eyes suddenly stared at Chen Kan: "Since you are a foreign minister, what are you doing on my grassland?" ”

Chen Kan looked at Shangben Shi Yali almost like a cannibal, and said with neither humility nor arrogance: "The foreign minister is ordered by my emperor to invite the Great Khan to my Ming Dynasty to tell the heavens, my emperor has prepared delicious food, and the palace is beautiful." ”

Ben Shiari almost gritted his teeth and asked, "You Ming invited people to be guests, and that's how you invited?" ”

Chen Kan said with a smile: "Using special means in special seasons, although it is a little rude, but as long as the goal is achieved, it is a useful way to invite, Great Khan, we should go on the road." ”

Ben Shiali was silent for a moment, and then stared at Chen Kan with eyes full of hatred: "If you create such a killing, there will be no good end, you will definitely be punished." ”

The corners of Chen Kan's mouth twitched, and he beckoned behind him, Cheng Feng and Fang Xu stepped forward, and uncontrollably dragged Ben Shiali off the horse and sent him to the Ming Dynasty's war horse.

"You will be punished, you will be ......"

Ben Shyari's hysterical voice spread throughout the army, and Chen Kan looked at Ben Shyari's back with a gloomy face, and then pursed his lips.

What kind of retribution or something, Chen Kan never believed.

He only believed that man would conquer heaven.

The noisy Ben Shi Yali was knocked unconscious by Cheng Feng's hand knife, Fang Xu took out the map to identify the direction, and then led a group of people and the unconscious Ben Shi Yali to the southeast.

The escape route was planned by Chen Kan a long time ago, taking Saihan Mountain around Liaodong, and then entering the land of Youyan from Shanhaiguan.

As long as he arrives in Beijing, there are 100,000 defenders of the Datong Xuanfu as a barrier, no matter how angry Arutai is, there is no way to take Chen Kan.

This time, no one cares about horsepower anymore, and the configuration of one person and two horses is enough for the soldiers of the Ming army to travel 400 miles a day.

In the days when they entered the grassland, everyone had already practiced the ability to sleep on horseback, eat on horseback, defecate on horseback, and even change horses without dismounting.

Chen Kan divided the soldiers under his command into two parts, half of them were in charge of guarding while they were sleeping, and the other half was responsible for guarding, and the two departments rotated with each other, as for the scouts, in such a wild situation, it didn't matter whether the scouts were sent or not.

It can be said that the effect of this military training is beyond Chen Kan's imagination.

After three days of running wildly, everyone was thousands of miles away from Kent Mountain.

And in the past three days, after the unremitting efforts of Cheng Feng, Ben Shiari finally understood how to be a cold and beautiful man.

On the fourth day, a large area of red and swollen blisters appeared on Ben Shiyari's body that had been burned by the flames, and the whole person began to have a high fever.

As a last resort, Chen Kan had no choice but to let everyone slow down.

The dead Ben Shyali is not as valuable as the living Ben Shary, and Chen Kan also plans to use Ben Shyali to knock a bamboo pole between the Warat and Tatar tribes.

Chen Kan's luck was good, and he found a river more than one meter wide and set up camp.

As soon as the camp was set up, Chen Kan brought clean water to clean up the messy places on Ben Shiyari's body.

The burns on Ben Syari's body worsened faster than anyone could have imagined.

The blisters start in the morning, and the thick water starts to flow in the afternoon.

In the words of the Ming Dynasty, this belongs to the fire poison into the body.

If you want to get rid of fire poison, the best ingredient is aloe vera.

But now on the grassland, everyone couldn't find a suitable herb for a while, so they could only watch coldly at Ben Shyari's high fever.

Chen Kan frowned, although he was a traverser, there was no good way at this time.

When the soldiers came to the grassland, they brought some gold sore medicine, but it was for the treatment of knife wounds, and Chen Kan checked the ingredients of those gold sore medicines, and there was lime in them.

It's okay to use it to apply knife wounds, but it's okay to apply it to burns, but I'm afraid it will have the opposite effect.

"Can you find ice cubes to cool him down?"

Chen Kan frowned and looked at the anxious generals.

Fang Xu took out the map and looked at it carefully, then shook his head: "There are no snow-capped mountains nearby. ”

"Where's saltpeter, there's saltpeter in the team?"

Chen Kan knows how to make ice from saltpeter, but now in the grassland, where to find saltpeter?

Fang Xu touched his chin and pondered for a moment, then said lightly: "Saltpeter is an indispensable material for nitrate fur on the grassland, and we don't have saltpeter in our team, but there must be one in the nearby tribes." ”

"Where are the tribes of the Tartars?"

Fang Xu searched on the map, and then pointed to a small dot on the map: "The map records that there is a small tribe of about 1,000 people in the upper reaches of this river, but the tribe on the grassland is dying out quickly, and I don't know if that tribe is still there." ”

"Send someone to take a look!"

Chen Kan immediately made a decision, and now he has no choice but to seize all possible hopes.

Fang Xu frowned and said, "In this way, we will have to detour for nearly two hundred miles, and we are very likely to expose our whereabouts." ”

Hearing that he was going to take such a long detour, Chen Kan also hesitated, but it was only for a moment.

Compared to the importance of Ben Shiyari, a detour of 200 miles is not a difficult choice, not to mention that Chen Kan is not afraid of having pursuers behind him.

Anyway, wherever you go, you may be exposed.

The scout went to explore the way first, and Chen Kan led everyone slowly towards the tribe.

Ben Shiari seemed to be in pain, and even in his sleep, his teeth were clenched, and he could not even feed him water, let alone food.

"This guy isn't going to die on the road, is he?"

"It's unlucky!"

The two soldiers who were in charge of taking care of Ben Shi Yali were full of impatience, how could they feel that this steppe Khan was even more hypocritical than them, the Central Plains people?

The scouts went and came quickly, and as evening approached they brought back some fire.

According to the scouts, the tribe had vanished, but the camp had left a lot of things behind, including fire.

With the fire, Chen Kan quickly ordered the team to stop.

Then he found a large cowhide bag, put the fire nitrate into the bag and added water, and then filled a pot of water and put it into the boiling and bubbling nitrate water.

Soon, Chen Kan got a pot of ice water.

This season is the season when the autumn tiger is heading, and it is impossible to make ice, but ice water is still very easy.

The kettle was placed on Ben Shiari's forehead, and after half an hour, the unconscious Ben Shiari finally quieted down, and the expression on his face was no longer painful.

Chen Kan personally fed him some ice water, and after making sure that the high temperature on his body had dropped, he set out again to escape for his life without saying a word.

With the existing conditions on the grassland, being able to use physical cooling to reduce the high temperature in Ben Shiyali is already the limit of what Chen Kan can do.

If you want to treat the burns on his body more deeply, you can only rush to Liaodong quickly.

As far as Chen Kan knows, there are many good things in the deep mountains and old forests of Liaodong.

"Master Hou, we are only less than six hundred miles away from Saihan Mountain, it's time to send the scouts out."

Fang Xu's voice sounded, and Chen Kan glanced at him dissatisfiedly: "You can make your own decisions about this little thing, and you will gradually start to adapt to leading the army in the future." ”

Being reprimanded by Chen Kan like this, Fang Xu touched his nose a little embarrassed, and then asked Cen Gu to scatter with the scout team.

Chen Kan beckoned to Cheng Feng behind him and asked, "How many bullets do we have left?" ”

"There are about 30,000 left."

Chen Kan bowed his head slightly and asked, "If we forcibly break into Saihan Mountain, what are the chances?" ”

"If you don't save ammunition, you will think that there should always be a seventy or eighty percent chance."

Cheng Feng pondered for a moment and gave an answer that Chen Kan did not expect.

Chen Kan frowned and said, "Seventy or eighty, so high, are you sure?" ”

Cheng Feng said with a smile: "The Tatar army of Saihan Mountain is mainly guarding against the Duoyan Sanwei on the other side of the mountain, they must not have imagined that there would be an extra Ming army behind them, and by surprise, there is a great possibility that our surprise attack will succeed, even if the battle damage is not small." ”