Zhang Ping'an took the horse and left, Chen Pang rode his horse and quickly caught up with him: "Chief, the Tartars said: There are six waves of sending letters, and there are two waves outside. The six people who went to the Chaharrot tribe in Mongolia should arrive today. There should be a team of five people yesterday, but I don't know why they didn't arrive?"

Zhang Ping'an proudly said: "The team of five people will never arrive! I slaughtered them a few days ago! It seems that I have to go back and prepare for the last wave of silence. It will snow heavily tomorrow, and if they want to track them, they will not be able to find the direction we are going! Is there a way back to the Ming Dynasty?"

"If only a few of us, it may be okay to go between Duoyan and Chahar on heavy snow. If you bring a woman with you, the child will not be able to do it!"

"We cannot abandon them! We go north, less than two hundred miles, and I am familiar with it there. What letter does the Jurchen Tatars send?"

"It is said that the old slaves will attack the Ming Dynasty next year, so they will contact Mongolian tribes. But it seems that they are not very successful."

“Why?”

"The Niu Luezhen, who led the team this time, is called Ule Heisu, and is the confidant of Huang Taiji Beile, the Jurchen Tartar Tartar White Banner. This time, the mission to various Mongolian tribes was Huang Taiji's idea; it was said that the Mongolian tribes were not sent even if they did not send troops when the old slave used troops to the Ming Dynasty, it was best not to intervene. It was said that it was a distance and attack near and near. It seemed that only the Korqin tribe agreed to send troops; the Duoyan tribe only symbolically handed over the dozen of our fled Ming people to the Jurchen Tartar envoys and said that they were not helping each other. When I came back today, I still don't know the situation."

Zhang Ping'an said: "Well, it seems that the Jurchen Tartars will make big moves next year! But it is not easy for us to return to the Ming Dynasty!"

"Yes, the Duoyan tribe captured a lot of Ming fugitive slaves; since July this year, the old Nurhaci had a man who made a fool of himself, and forced the Ming people to shave their hair, move to the forcibly check the food, and after forcing the enlistment of servants, the Ming slaves either riot or escaped. We were all, but we really couldn't stand the tyranny of the Jurchen Tatars. Now there are almost 30,000 to 40,000 Ming fugitive slaves in the Mongolian Duoyan tribe. The Ming slaves who fled to the Mongolian Duoyan tribe became the herd slaves of the Mongolian Tatars. If the weather had not turned cold, there would have been more Ming slaves who fled!" Chen Pie recalled painfully.

"Mongolian Tartars are not good birds either! So we can't go south. As long as we stay until the beginning of spring next year, we will have a way out!"

The sky gradually became brighter, and the gray sky was covered with snowflakes. Zhang Ping'an rubbed his cheeks that were sorely frozen, and looked towards the rising sun, as if he wanted to expose the thick haze and let the sun warm the frozen wasteland. A colder wind blew in the air to express its disdain for the weak humans; Zhang Ping'an curled his lips at the sky and chuckled to everyone in a more firm tone: "We must survive this dark and chaotic world! We do not rely on the sky, nor do we rely on the ground! Don't imagine anyone who can help us! We rely on ourselves, the Tartars don't want us to live, so we will kill the Tartars, and we will kill all those who don't let us live! Even if we lose our hands in the battle, we must bite the enemy's throat with our teeth like Chen Pie's son!"

"I order: Chen Poe, Li Chen went west and was on the roadside with his guard for ten miles. Two hours later, Huang Zhi and Huang Wei replaced him. The others followed me in ambushing the yard and destroyed the Tartars in the courtyard. Do you understand?" Zhang Ping'an drank.

"Chief! I ask Hu Ming and I to go first. We are born at night. We are familiar with this job!" Zhang Li asked for a fight.

"Request approval! You go first, bring two more horses, and immediately return when you see the Tartars. Two hours later, Chen Pie and the others will replace them! The others will go back with me!" Zhang Ping'an said with relief.

Zhang Li and Hu Ming clasped their fists on the horse and ran westward. Zhang Ping'an waved his whip and walked towards the courtyard silently.

Zhang Li and Hu Ming walked ten miles to the main road. Zhang Li pointed with a horse whip: "Brother, what a good place!"

Hu Ming wrapped his fur coat on his body and nodded: "That's right. When the Tartars walked to the intersection two miles in front, we could see that the Tartars' horses could not run on this concave mountain road. We could see them, they could not see us."

Zhang Li leaned against a stone and said, "We are just ambushing here. The two of us still have a tacit understanding and did not leave horse hoof marks on the road. I hope Chen Pie and the others will know this when they come."

"Chen Pear is an old corpse, and he won't be so stupid! Brother Li, I always feel so furious when you see your family! I'm most afraid of him laughing now. You just saw him laughing at the sky, but that look is always wrong!"

"Brother, please call him the chief! Don't be my family, my family; I don't have this god! I'm not a big man, I'm cruel enough! Just say that little kid Lu Deyin was taught by him (not a typo, but a harmonious one, to be harmonious) like a mad dog. If Chen Pear was disobedient last night and insisted on untiing Li Chen, Lu Deyin would dare to shoot him to death. Look at Chen Pear's attitude, you and my brother are not his opponents! Now Chen Pear has become the iron rod of the chief. If we don't work hard to perform, our lives will be difficult. So I want to grab this job."

"Brother Li, you're right, but why do you think the chief knows so much about bed? He is a half-year-old child and speaks like an old client."

"Brother! Be careful, you can't say that again in the future. You know his methods. Wang Han treats him as a child and his life is gone! I guess he has read books, and there are more things in the books than this colorful thing! Don't speak out, someone is coming!" Zhang Li pointed to the intersection.

When Hu Mingchao saw that there was a horse riding man at the intersection, he shrank his neck and was holding a horse. In the morning, Shunguang and the others quickly confirmed that it was the Jurchen Tartars.

Zhang Li whispered to Hu Ming: "Didn't Chen Pie say there are six Tartars? Why is there only one?" Hu Ming also looked at Zhang Li with confusion.

Zhang Lidao whispered: "We are not busy reporting the news. If we come to us and there are no other Tartars at the intersection, we will do this and have a labour to ask." Seeing Hu Ming nodding, Zhang Li made a rope cover and quietly waited for the Tartars to arrive.

The Jurchen walked very slowly. The horse stepped on the stone in the snow and almost threw him down. But he did not shout at the horse like an ordinary person, but he absent-mindedly followed the reins and continued to move forward. Zhang Li and Hu Ming couldn't understand it. At the same time, he looked at each other and shook his head.

When Zhang Li's rope covers him and pulls him off the horse, he only makes a pain and screams in horror. Zhang Li said in Jurchens: "Shut up if you want to live!" Seeing the bright short knife on his neck, the Jurchens nodded in horror.

Zhang Li said: "I ask, you answer, don't say more, and don't say less! If you break the rules, just cut off a finger. Do you understand?" Seeing the Jurchen nodding again, Zhang Li said to Hu Ming: "If he is not honest, just cut off a finger, start with a little finger."

Hu Ming gave Zhang Li a thumbs up and said, "Brother Li learns so quickly!"

Zhang Li asked again: "How many of you?"

"I'm the only one."

Zhang Li said: "Cut off one!"

Hu Ming tacitly cut off one of the Jurchen fingers, and his miserable cry resounded throughout the wasteland.

Zhang Li smiled: "Let's start over, how many of you?"

"I'm really the only one!"

"Cut off another one!" Another cry started.

"Let's come again, how many of you?"

"Stop cutting, I'm really alone."

Zhang Li scolded angrily: "Damn! His mouth is so hard! Brother cut off another one!"

Hu Ming interrupted at this time: "Brother Li, I'll ask?" Zhang Li nodded.

Hu Ming asked him in Jurchens: "Where did you come from?"

"Mongolia Chaharrot tribe."

"What are you doing?"

"Send a letter!"

"How many people were going?"

"Six people!" The Jurchens began to howl loudly, their faces deformed by excessive pain.

"Why are you the only one coming back? Where are the others?"

"I am the only one living, and the others were killed by the Chaharrot tribe! They asked me to take the other people's heads back and report to the Khan. Our messenger's heads were still in the bag of horses. Please don't cut them again! I will say whatever you ask!"

Hu Mingchao looked at Zhang Li. Zhang Li walked to the horse, opened the bag on the horse's back, nodded and said, "It seems that today's work has been done. Take this job with you and my brothers, so that the leader and Chen Poe and others can see the skills of you and my brothers!"

The Zhang Li brothers happily tied the Jurchen Tartars to the horse's back. Just as they were about to go back, they saw Lu Deyin and Wu Tianxing riding horses, each carrying a small bag in their hands, and were running quickly.

Lu Deyin saw Zhang Li and the others leading eight horses and was about to walk back. He said, "My elder brother said: You haven't had breakfast yet, so let's give you two elder brothers some hot food! Oh no! The elder brother said that you can't leave horse hoof marks on the road. As soon as I saw you, I wanted to give you food early and leave horse hoof marks on the road!"

Zhang Li smiled and said, "Little brother, I'm sorry! We won't eat here anymore. It's uncomfortable to eat in the snow and ice. Let's go back and eat!"

Seeing Lu Deyin's puzzled expression, Zhang Li was a little proud: "The messengers who went to the Chaharrot tribe in Mongolia have come, all of them are here!"

Seeing Lu Deyin's even more confusing expression, Zhang Li said: "We caught a living person, and the others were slaughtered by the Chaharrot tribe. The heads were all on the horse's back, and we were about to go back and repay the chief!"

Lu Deyin admired: "Brother is right! Brother said you are powerful players who can't stop at night; our Ming Dynasty is not that the soldiers are not good, but that the officials are not good. Let a sheep lead a group of tigers to fight with the wolves, and the tiger turns into sheep. As expected, with my elder brother, the sheep turns into a tiger!"
Chapter completed!