Chapter 206: Chase at dawn

Glutty or not depends entirely on your personal taste. Some people eat too many delicacies and want to vomit after seeing them, while others eat wild vegetables, bran and bran with relish, and they will feel sweet all their lives.

The former is a bad person, while the latter is born with poor fate.

The leader of the small Tartar tribe belongs to the latter and shows a look of unrepentance.

Since he decided to take the lead, he could not move. Xiao Fan resisted his anger and tried to restrain the violent *** that had robbed the tribe.

After mediation between Cao Yi, the two sides had a great conversation.

After the passionate relationship, the sunset was already setting, and the grassland was covered with a layer of golden sunset.

The old man immediately ordered people to set up a bonfire and cook sheep and slaughter cows.

The hungry soldiers sat around the campfire, staring at the sheep rolling on the fire rack with their green eyes and swallowing their saliva.

Before the roasting was done, everyone rushed up and pulled out their waist knife to dismember the entire sheep. Each of them snatched a piece of meat and gnawed it all, like a group of locusts passing through the border. After a bang, only a pair of sheep skeletons left on the fire rack, emitting luster alone.

Xiao Fan and Cao Yi were not polite either. They grabbed the mutton and chewed it, barely filling it with half full. Looking at the old man's shocked gaze, Xiao Fan realized that his eating habit was a bit ugly. So he smiled embarrassedly, his eyes turned, and a bad idea popped into his heart.

"I feel sorry for eating so many of you..." Xiao Fan said sincerely.

The old man looked at the desolate and lonely sheep skeleton racks on the bonfires and squeezed out an ugly smile. - Before the people from their own tribe had eaten half a bite, they were snatched away by the three thousand Ming troops. Although the old man was hospitable, he really felt a little painful.

Xiao Fan patted his shoulder boldly and smiled, "Don't worry, I won't eat your sheep in vain!"

After saying that, Xiao Fan stood up and shouted: "Brothers, don't we have rice and grain in our hands? Take them out! Give them to our hospitality Mongolian friends..."

Cao Yi heard this and squirted out a mouthful of milk wine, and then stared at Xiao Fan in disbelief.

The old man's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly waved his hand modestly, not even saying that he didn't need to.

Xiao Fan ignored Cao Yi's contemptuous gaze and smiled calmly: "My father must accept it. We are a kind and righteous teacher, and we will never take a needle or thread from the masses. You must not be common with these foods, and they are much better than mutton."

This is indeed the truth. The Mongolians on the grassland only grazed and did not farm. The value of grain and rice in their eyes is definitely no less than that of mutton.

The rations of three thousand soldiers for ten days were not a decimal place. When they heard Xiao Fan's order, the soldiers were stunned and quickly realized that each of them had a strange and complicated smile on their faces. They took their own rations from the horse's back and piled them silently on the grass. The grain quickly piled up a hill.

The old man and the Tartars of the tribe became brighter and brighter, and the eyes of the soldiers also changed from a slight warning to full of gratitude and enthusiasm.

The old man looked at the pile of food in the hills and turned his head and felt grateful and said: "Jili Guru, Ji Li Guru..."

Xiao Fan asked Cao Yi softly, "What did the old man say? Could it be that there was no problem?"

Cao Yi said contemptly: "He is thanking you, saying that our arrival is a gift from the blessing of the Heaven of Eternal Life to their tribe, and we will be the most honorable guests of their tribe from now on..."

Xiao Fan smiled at the old man modestly and said, "It's too much! I'm ashamed... I dare not be a good person! My father-in-law just needs to remember that our Ming army is a disciplined team and will never let the people suffer any losses. We are the benevolent and righteous army!"

The old man looked grateful and said in stiff Chinese with difficulty: "The teacher of benevolence... is the teacher of righteousness."

Xiao Fan smiled comfortably and said, "Yes! The teacher of benevolence and righteousness!"

Turning around and facing the grateful Tartars, Xiao Fan shouted: "Come, come and read with me, benevolence-righteous teacher."

The Tartars tried hard to shout in Chinese: "Ren, righteousness, sect, teacher..."

The sound changed from small to large, and finally it was loud and loud. The cheers of the "teacher of benevolence and righteousness" echoed melodiously on the vast grassland.

Cao Yi covered his face and sighed, "...I really feel that I have no shame to see people! Mazi is not called Mazi, you are called cheating people!"

Xiao Fan smiled with satisfaction and comfort, and said softly: "Have you ever seen the person who was cheated so excited? What a warm scene, it's like a family in the military and civilians..."

"I finally understand why all the civil and military officials in the court regarded you as a disaster. You are indeed a disaster."

Mongolia is a hospitality nation. After Xiao Fan's poisonous rice was sent out, the Tartars reciprocate and brought out the slaughtered sheep and the delicious horse milk wine. Three thousand soldiers and hundreds of Tartars sat around the bonfire, watching the Mongolian girls singing and dancing, drinking and eating meat together.

Everyone was having fun until late at night, and the Tartars were finally knocked down by three thousand soldiers and were immersed in the deep land of the grassland...

As dawn approaches, the bonfire on the grass is gradually extinguishing, the women have already returned to their tents to sleep, while the men are drunk, unable to sleep around the bonfire, snoring, and the noisy grassland returns to silence.

Xiao Fan half-lying on a felt for two hours, then suddenly opened his eyes, and looked at Dongfang with his eyes as bright as stars. Dongfang was now white and it was almost dawn.

Xiao Fan yawned, stretched, then sat up, and murmured and said, "It's time to go on the road, I'm born to work hard..."

He did not forget that he was still carrying a difficult and dangerous task. Gui Lichi's 50,000 army might have captured Kaiping Prefecture and could go south at any time. He had to rely on these three thousand soldiers to lure the 50,000 army of the Tatars outside Shanhaiguan.

He woke up Cao Yi who was sleeping soundly beside him, and Xiao Fan whispered to wake him up and prepare to go on his way.

Cao Yi hesitated for a moment with his sleepy eyes, "Do you want to say goodbye to the leader of the Tartar? They are actually quite enthusiastic..."

"It's better not to do it anymore, you'll soon find that they will be less enthusiastic about us..."

Cao Yi was stunned: "What does it mean?"

Cao Yi quickly learned what Xiao Fan meant.

After waking the soldiers with slightest steps, Xiao Fan calmly faced down and lowered his voice and ordered: "...I'll go on the road secretly, don't shoot me."

All the soldiers: "…………”

Xiao Fan then ordered: "Slaughter all the sheep raised by the Tartars and take them away! The next few days will be our food rations. Remember not to make a sound!"

Cao Yi hesitated and said, "This is not very good, right? The Tartars are actually good to us..."

Xiao Fan glanced at him and said leisurely: "Have Brother Cao heard the saying 'If you are not my race, your heart will be different'? Besides, we don't know how far we have to go, to make the brothers hungry, or to make the Tartars hungry, which one do you choose?"

Cao Yi stopped talking immediately.

This is a war, a cruel war, and it is impossible to talk about so many benevolence, righteousness and etiquette. Xiao Fan's approach was already very gentle. If he had replaced a cruel general, he would have ordered the entire tribe to be slaughtered while the Tartars were sleeping.

At this moment, hundreds of soldiers pulled out their waists and gently killed the Tartars' grazing dogs, then touched the back of the tribe, quietly wiped hundreds of fat sheep on their necks, and carried them to their own war horses.

Everything was ready. Xiao Fan had just waited for the order to go on the road, but in a blink of an eye, he saw the sleeping Tartars lying all over the ground, drunkenly overnight and uncontrollable drinking, which made them sleep very dyingly, and snoring like thunderous one after another.

Looking at the shabby Mongolian robes worn by the Tartars, Xiao Fan's eyes rolled and his stomach began to swell again.

"Take off all the robes worn by the Tartars and take them away. Be slow, don't wake them up, hurry up!"

The soldiers were stunned and stared at Xiao Fan in disbelief.

Xiao Fan said angrily: "Hurry up! Why are you so stupid! Just take off their clothes, and you don't want you to sleep with them. Can't you accept this small scale?"

The generals and soldiers looked chills all over their faces. They endured the awkwardness all over their bodies, and in groups of three or four people, they stripped the Tartars lying all over the grass.

Fortunately, the Tartar women slept into the tent, the men were drunk, the soldiers were very gentle, and no one woke up after stripping them naked.

As a result, there were hundreds of naked men on the grass, lying all over the ground, just like a scene, full of beautiful atmosphere.

Xiao Fan turned his head, disgusted and didn't want to look at it anymore. He waved his hand and ordered the soldiers to carry hundreds of dead sheep and hundreds of robes to get on the horse.

Three thousand soldiers had enough food and drink, and before leaving, they packed up, and they rode on the war horse and whistled northward, like three thousand locusts passing through the border swept everything, leaving hundreds of sleeping naked men...

The sound of horse hooves suddenly sounded on the quiet grassland, and the sound of horse hooves woke up the sleeping Tartars.

When he opened his eyes sleepyly, the Tartars were shocked.

"Where is the clothes? Who stole my clothes?"

"Sheep! Our sheep are gone!"

"Mingjun is gone? They stole our clothes!"

The Tartar leader was also naked, covered his *** in shock and anger, standing in the morning in the cold wind of the grassland.

"This group of inferior Chinese people who are more vicious than snakes! Don't wait for the punishment of immortality, we will chase them now and fight with them!" The old man covered his ***, his lips trembling, not knowing whether it was angry or frozen.

When the naked men heard this, they were immediately angry. Regardless of whether they were naked or not, they returned to the tent to take the sword, turned their heads and ran to the place where the horse was tied.

Soon, hundreds of war horses were like arrows leaving the string, accompanied by white figures, and quickly ran out of the tribe and chased them in the direction where Xiao Fan and the others left.

The Tartars were superb riding skills and came after a while.

Xiao Fan faced the bitter morning breeze, squinted his eyes and was running wildly. A soldier behind the team rushed over and replied loudly: "Sir, there are pursuers behind!"

Xiao Fan was stunned: "What pursuer?"

"A bunch of naked men!"

Xiao Fan was shocked and looked back in shock, but saw hundreds of naked men riding war horses, waving swords, chasing behind them, shouting and scolding. The scene was very spectacular.

Xiao Fan's scalp became numb, his handsome face was sometimes blue and red, and then he said in surprise and anger: "The Mongols are so shameless! They actually ran naked in broad daylight, which is simply annoying!"

Cao Yi, who was standing beside him, said with a black thread: "If you didn't steal their sheep and clothes, how could they run naked? Who is shameless?"

Xiao Fan was suffocated, and then said in anger, "...Then they can't do this either! Didn't they just steal some of their sheep and some torn clothes? As for being so stingy? A few hundred men chased me with bare butts for dozens of miles, they were perverted-"

Cao Yi wiped his sweat: "…………”

It's really uncomfortable to be chased by hundreds of naked men. It's spectacular, but it's definitely not a erotic beauty. Anyway, Xiao Fan feels like he wants to die now. He didn't expect the Tartars to react so much. He caught up in broad daylight without hesitation. If he had known this, he wouldn't have stole their sheep and clothes. It would be better to be hungry than to encounter the embarrassing situation now.

Cao Yi wiped his sweat and said anxiously: "Why... let's throw the sheep and clothes back to them? This is so fucking and tragic!"

Xiao Fan turned his head stubbornly: "No! I'm going to settle the sheep and clothes! They are not afraid of embarrassment, what are we afraid of? We are not naked!"

"We are embarrassed to be chased by hundreds of naked men all over the world!" Cao Yi felt very honored as a soldier.

Xiao Fan held the reins with one hand and scratched his head with the other. After thinking about it, he turned his head and ordered loudly: "The back team changed the bow and arrow, shoot it back quickly! Stop the pursuers!"

The personal army who rode the horse at the end had already been chased to their scalp numb. Wen Ling hurriedly took out the bow and arrow, and then turned around and shot arrows. With the sound of a string, hundreds of sharp arrows shot out backwards.

The Mongolian naked man chasing behind was in chaos and could not avoid it. He was shot by more than a dozen people. His white figure screamed and fell off his horse.

When blocked by this rain of arrows, the Tartars' horse speed suddenly slowed down, and no one dared to ride too fast and go forward as the target of the arrow.
To be continued...