Chapter 208: Clever thinking

On the vast grassland, a lonely army of 3,000 people ran rapidly. The fall of Kaiping Prefecture and the various beastly actions made by the Tartars completely ignited the fire in the hearts of the soldiers. Their eyes were filled with hatred and anger, like moths that were determined to fight the fire, burning themselves in exchange for the death of the Tartars.

The morale of the soldiers had reached its peak. They marched silently, and only the whistling sound of wind and the chaotic sound of horse hooves could be heard in their ears. Everyone pursed their lips tightly and stared at the front. A surging fighting spirit surged in their chests, waiting to swell.

Xiao Fan half-dead on the horse's back, loosening the reins in his hand, allowing the horse to gallop on the vast grassland.

At this moment, his heart was very calm, as calm as a pool of stagnant water that could not be ripped off at all.

The soldiers need impulse, passion, and morale, but as the commander of the first army, he needs to be extremely sober and calm at this time. If he is also blinded by passion and anger like the soldiers, then he will send these three thousand soldiers, including himself, into the gates of hell.

Not far from the Tartars, how can I find a way to lead the Tartar army to Shanhaiguan?

The violent wind mixed with sand and dust made the face hurt. Xiao Fan narrowed his eyes and looked at the endless horizon ahead, but his mind was running rapidly.

There must be a way! I have cheated so many people since I traveled through time to the present. How could I not think of a way to face our mortal enemy of the Han people? There must be a way!

The wind on the grassland was very cold, making Xiao Fan's face twist, but his forehead was sweating slightly. The closer he left the Pingfu, the more anxious he looked in his eyes.

Before he could figure out the solution, he sent the scouts who had gone out to find out the way back.

More than fifty miles ahead, the scouts discovered the rangers on the periphery of the Tatar army from afar. In other words, after more than ten days of marching, Xiao Fan and his team finally found the 50,000 troops of the Tatars!

Xiao Fan's face suddenly became solemn. He realized that the first battlefield contest in his life was about to begin.

Excitement, excitement, fear, anxiety, and all kinds of emotions surged into his heart, causing him to be stunned for a moment.

"Sir, the Tartars camped fifty miles ahead. How to decide how to seize it? Please tell me." A general from a thousand households came out and clasped his fists and said.

"Sir, please fight!" Several other households were not willing to be outdone, and surrounded Xiao Fan and asked for their orders.

Xiao Fan was stunned and silent, but his eyes were filled with a blank look. He seemed to turn a deaf ear to the generals' high-pitched and passionate requests. His pair of unsightly eyes stared blankly ahead, not knowing what he was thinking.

Seeing Xiao Fan's expression, Cao Yi naturally understood that he had not come up with a practical solution yet, so Cao Yi glared at the thousands of households and hundreds of households who were asking for battle around him, "What are you going to fight? Please give me a bird to fight! How do you plan to fight? Lead your men to rush over the 50,000 army of the Tartars? Three thousand people to 50,000 people, and before they get close to their camp, they will be killed by the Tartars. We have been walking for so many days and ran here all the way to commit suicide? It's simply stupid!"

Although Cao Yi's identity is also a thousand households in the Jinyiwei, his thousand households are obviously much higher than other thousand households. Moreover, he is the commander Xiao Fan's eight-day friendship. Now he is the second largest figure in the Jinyiwei, with a high position and power second only to Xiao Fan. All the generals were scolded by him, and all bowed their heads awkwardly.

Xiao Fan still looked lost and stared blankly ahead.

Cao Yi and the generals knew that he was thinking of a countermeasure, but they didn't dare to disturb him. The team of three thousand people was so quiet that they didn't hear a trace of sound. There was only the cold wind whistling by around him, and the atmosphere was extremely silent.

After a while, Xiao Fan sighed dejectedly, finally came back to his senses, waved his hands to everyone powerlessly, and said, "Everyone dismounted and rested on the spot for dinner. This place is very close to the Tartar army. Everyone will just let it go and eat some dried meat. It is strictly forbidden to make fires, so as not to be discovered by the cavalry outside the Tartars."

"Yes!" Everyone dismounted as they said, sat cross-legged, took out the beef and mutton roasted after the small tribes in the grassland these days, and ate it with the water in the skin.

Xiao Fan got off the horse, walked silently to a secluded hill and lay down. The afternoon sun was a little vicious and dazzling. Xiao Fan narrowed his eyes, looked up at the blue sky, and pulled off a stem of grass and chewed it in his mouth.

Cao Yi also left the team, walked to Xiao Fan and sat down. Looking at Xiao Fan's frowning look, he comforted: "Brother Xiao, don't worry about being like this. Our trip to the grassland is a dead end job that will never be alive. No one thought about going back alive. The only thing he thought was to kill a few more Tartars before he died to fulfill our loyalty to the Ming Dynasty, that is."

Xiao Fan sighed and said, "Brother Cao, I don't hide it from you. I am very afraid of death. Because I am afraid of death, I don't want to die. Not only do I don't want to die by myself, nor do I want the three thousand brothers who come with me to die. If I really order my brothers, Daming and Daliang, then I will kill a few Tartars, and then kill birds to the sky. If you can escape, you will run to Shanhaiguan and lead the Tartars army. Wouldn't our mission be completed very easily?"

Cao Yi sighed: "There is really no way, so I can only do this... The soldiers who served in the army originally ate this bowl of rice that was dead, and they could not avoid dying on the battlefield. The brothers all understand this truth."

Xiao Fan said decisively: "No! This is not the result I want!"

"What result do you want?"

"I brought out the three thousand people. I will try my best to bring them back in a complete and complete manner!"

Cao Yi said in shock: "How is this... possible? This is a war! How could there be no casualties?"

"Then I will also minimize casualties, so that my brothers will not be able to follow me!"

Cao Yi smiled bitterly and said, "Three thousand to 50,000, do you still want to minimize casualties? It's already a thank you for not being completely wiped out..."

Xiao Fan sighed and said, "So I have to think of a complete solution! Did you see my face? It was full of entanglement and pain..."

Cao Yi's face was also twisted into a ball, and he sighed: "Unless all our soldiers can be invisible, so that the Tartars cannot see or kill..."

Xiao Fan laughed and said, "No one can invent the technology you mentioned in six hundred years..."

Before he finished speaking, Xiao Fan suddenly felt a flash of inspiration in his mind, and he was stunned. His eyes stared at the front empty, as if struck by lightning, and he was speechless for a while.

Cao Yi was frightened by his appearance and said anxiously: "What's wrong with you?"

Xiao Fan was stunned for a long time and murmured: "Invisible?...Is disguised as invisible?"

Inspiration is like a flood that opens the gate, and it pours into an unstoppable way. For a moment, many thoughts and unique nouns from previous lives all emerged from my mind.

A vague outline of action gradually took shape in his heart, and then became clear and detailed...

After being stunned for a long time, Xiao Fan suddenly slapped his thigh hard and said excitedly: "Okay! Just do it!"

Seeing this, Cao Yi couldn't help but be happy and said, "Have you come up with an idea?"

Xiao Fan suppressed his inner excitement and said, "Have you heard of special forces fighting?"

Cao Yi was stunned: "...what does it mean?"

Xiao Fan said excitedly, regardless of whether he understood it or not: "The special forces first originated in Germany before World War II..."

"Wait a minute! I'm so confused!" Cao Yi interrupted him, and said with a sad face in a very unconfident tone: "...What kind of war is World War II? What country is Germany?"

Xiao Fan suddenly realized and said with a smirk: "With your understanding ability, it is difficult for me to explain it to you clearly, but this is not important. Do you know what the special forces do?"

Cao Yi shook his head quickly.

"Special forces refer to small units with capable personnel, fast mobile and strong individual combat effectiveness, used to perform special tasks such as harassment and destruction, assassination and kidnapping, reconnaissance behind enemy lines, stealing intelligence, etc...."

Xiao Fan talked endlessly for a long time, but looked up and saw Cao Yi looking demented. He immediately lowered his head in a despair, and simply summarized his new ideas that transcend the times in one sentence.

“…Anyway, the special forces are awesome.”

Cao Yi smiled relievedly and said, "As soon as you say you are awesome, I will understand it. It must be very sharp..."

Xiao Fan: “…………”

——I don’t know anything and laugh so easily. This kind of person is really enviable...

"What are the characteristics of the Mongols' combat?" Xiao Fan asked very seriously.

"Raging, fierce, and strong combat power." Cao Yi, who had fought with the Tartars for many years, said without hesitation.

"What else?"

"Fight with horses, as fast as the wind..."

"What else?"

"Good as a charge on the plain, weaker than siege and water battles."

Xiao Fan said: "Actually, you have said so much, which means that they rely on one move to fight. Once the war begins, they pay attention to the word "fast", which has enough courage and lacks wisdom..."

Cao Yi thought for a while and said, "Not bad."

Xiao Fan said leisurely: "In other words, they have no brains, or their brain capacity is relatively small..."

Cao Yi was speechless: “…………”

Xiao Fan said seriously: "We must despise the enemy strategically."

Cao Yi nodded immediately: "Yes, they are really brainless."

"So, let's make an assumption. Without exposing our circumstances, if you were the chief general of the Tartar, Gui Lichi, would you expect that a small group of Ming troops would touch their camp at this time without knowing it?"

Cao Yi was surprised: "So you made this idea? How could you touch it?"

"Don't worry about this for now. Tell me, if you are Gui Lichi, would you think of this?"

Cao Yi pondered: "The 50,000 Tartars army successively seized Yumuchuan and Kaiping Prefecture. The war went smoothly and the road was unstoppable. Now it was a time when morale was high and there was no one left. Besides, they knew that they had the advantage of fighting the Ming army on the grassland, so they would never expect that the Ming army would dare to sneak into their camp when they were in great victory."

Xiao Fan smiled and said, "They couldn't imagine that it was a blind spot in their thinking, so we would make full use of this blind spot."

Cao Yi said in confusion: "How do you plan to touch their camp? The Tartar camps are very particular. There are always whistle cavalry outside the camp, which is what the Mongolians call "Alejinchi". A siege horse is arranged on the front of the gate, and a fallen chi is arranged on the left and right sides, which means patrolling cavalry. There are left wings, right wings, left wings, and right wings, and the most central position is their commander's tent. With such a strict camp guard, how can we get in?"

Xiao Fan rubbed his nose and smiled and said, "Since you have a clue, you will always come up with a solution. Brother Cao, now you have to do one thing, pick out one or twenty of our best and most clever brothers from our team of 3,000 people. It is best to know a few Mongolian words."

Cao Yi smiled relaxedly and said, "This is too easy. These three thousand of us are your imperial envoys. They are all masters carefully selected by the palace and our Jinyiwei Fushi. Many of them were born in the border areas such as Ningxia and Yulin. They have learned some simple Mongolian language since childhood."

Xiao Fan breathed a sigh of relief and said, "That's good. These twenty people are the key to our operation. We must choose well."

Cao Yi turned around and gathered all the soldiers. Then, based on each hundred households, he collected the most skilled and good at speaking Mongolians. After two incense sticks, Cao Yi quickly selected twenty agile soldiers, standing in front of Xiao Fan in high spirits, trying hard to raise his head and chest, his eyes full of vigorous fighting spirit.

Xiao Fan couldn't help but nodded. Looking at the concise look of these people, he knew that their skills were very extraordinary. Just like the one written in the martial arts book, he was handsome and restrained. Unfortunately...

"Why are your temples not bulging high?" Xiao Fan said in confusion.

All the soldiers: "…………”

Cao Yi pulled his sleeves with black thread: "...Don't be embarrassed, the temples are bulging high, and it's a tumor!"

Xiao Fan laughed awkwardly: "…………”

The soldiers clasped their fists together and said with great fighting spirit: "Please give an order!"

Xiao Fan nodded with satisfaction: "Okay! It's afternoon now, the first thing you have to do now is..."

Everyone raised their ears.

"……sleep!"

An afternoon passed, and at the moment when twenty soldiers were sleeping to replenish their energy, the scouts in front kept sending information.

After the Tartars camped, they sent whistle cavalry to patrol the crowd. The range of activity was within a radius of twenty miles around the camp. The farthest whistle cavalry had been protruded for thirty miles. What's even more annoying is that the whistle cavalry was randomly shot into the hills and dense grass thirty miles away. A scout was in trouble and was shot in the thigh by them. They immediately burst into blood. Fortunately, the injured scout understood that he was in danger and must not make a sound, otherwise he would have harmed three thousand brothers. So the scout gritted his teeth and did not make any sound. He continued until the Tartars whistle cavalry paraded there, and was rescued by the robes hidden elsewhere.
To be continued...