Chapter 209: Infiltrate into the enemy camp

The grassland under the night is as cold as ice, and it is pitch black all around. At first glance, the end of the connection between heaven and earth melts into the darkness and has no way to be traced back.

This is true darkness, the vast earth and the vast night sky have no light, the darkness that makes people feel desperate, and the cold and bone-cold grassland night wind is like being in the cycle of hell, without seeing hope and future.

The five Tartar Whistle Knights captured alive are now in this mood, astonishment, despair, and fear.

After vaguely seeing the Han costumes worn by Xiao Fan and others, they immediately understood that this was the enemy! The enemy actually touched the edge of their camp without knowing it after they broke through Kaiping Mansion. How could this be possible? How could the Han people have such courage? The King of Yan, King Ning, King Jin, etc. of the Ming army, who had fought with them for many years, always set up their formations to fight head-on, with swords and swords. When did they have such a sneaking move? What kind of tactic is this?

Some people wanted to shout warnings to the camp, but their hands and feet were tied and their mouths were blocked. They had become five pieces of meat on the Mingjun chopping board, and Mingjun cuts whatever he wanted.

Xiao Fan's head dripped down with wet urine. He was in a bad mood now.

He felt that his luck was really bad. He was the commander of the Jinyiwei, the former emperor's imperial concubine, and the brother-in-law of his son, and the commander of the army, was actually urinated by the Mongolian Tartars. This was a very shameful and humiliating! So many soldiers saw it, so where would they put their face in the future?

Anger arises from the heart, and evil arises from the courage.

Xiao Fan pushed everyone away and walked to the Tartar who had just been at him. He immediately slapped him with several big slaps, and used his strength to make the Tartar scream. His dark bearded face quickly became swollen like a pig's head, and bleeding came from the corners of his nostrils and mouth. Xiao Fan ignored it and was still unable to relieve his anger after slapping it a few times. He also used his punches and kicks, and he did not keep his strength. It was so cruel that it was outrageous.

The other four Tartars opened their horrified eyes and watched Xiao Fan beat and kick their companions like a madman. After a while, the beaten companion changed from a muffled groan to a ***, and finally lie on the ground and vented but didn't breathe.

Cao Yi couldn't see it, so he grabbed Xiao Fan and said, "Forget it, you'll die if you hit him again..."

Xiao Fan shook Cao Yi's hand away, then grabbed the Tartars' hair, forced him to open his eyes, and then pointed to the twenty terrifying soldiers behind him. He stared at the red eyes and said viciously: "Did you see it? Did you see it?"

The Tartars were dying: "…………”

Xiao Fan roared in grief and angrily: "...We have more than twenty people! Is there any!! Is there any!!"

Tartars: “…………”

"......We have so many people, you don't *** their heads, but you just sprinkle them on my head. Do you think my head looks like a chamber pot? A bastard!"

The generals were covered in black lines: "…………”

The Tartars, who were beaten to death, finally fainted. The unbearable pain in his life forced him to faint. In fact, he was even more sad and angry than Xiao Fan. He could even touch the enemy even if he urinated, and he was beaten like this. Who dared to be miserable than him?

After being satisfied with the beating, Xiao Fan suddenly turned his head, staring at the other four Tartars with red eyes, with a fierce light flashing in his eyes.

The four Tartars were so scared that they trembled all over, their faces turned pale in an instant, and their legs were clamped tightly, and they couldn't stop shaking...

Xiao Fan said viciously: "...you want to *** too?"

“…………”

"Come, isolate them, and then ask for confessions separately, and ask them to explain all the details of the camp layout. Those who dare to shout and speak indecently will wipe his neck with one knife!"

"yes!"

In this grassland hilly land dozens of miles away from Daying, it was called Tiantian and the earth was not effective. Another negative teaching material that was beaten up was unbearable and unpopular in front of it. The four Tartars finally became desperate.

The confession was very smooth, and the four Tartars were taken far away. They did not dare to make up random things after being isolated, otherwise they would be missed as soon as they were compared, and the consequences were very serious. So the Tartars cooperated very well, answered questions and said everything they knew, and said everything they said, and explained it happily like a bamboo tube of beans poured.

The arrangement of the Tartar camp was roughly the same as Cao Yi's conjecture.

There are sentry cavalry outside the camp, and patrol guards are 20 to 30 miles outside the camp. A Explosive Ma Chi is arranged on the front of the gate, and "Fallen Chi" is arranged on the left and right sides, that is, patrolling cavalry. There are also left wings, right wings, left wings, right wings, right wings, right wings, and the commanders of the thousands and ten thousand tyrants in the army have their own separate camps. The commanders are located at the center of the entire camp. Inside the commanders are naturally the commanders of the Tartars, Gui Lichi and Arutai, the leader of the Asut tribe.

Like all the troops, after soldiers sleep in the camp, except for the patrol guards, anyone is strictly prohibited from wandering in the camp, and violators will be killed.

This brought great difficulty to Xiao Fan's plan.

"Even if you sneak into the camp, you can't move. What should I do?" Cao Yi said anxiously.

Xiao Fan thought for a while and said, "If you can't be dark, come with him to make it clear. Let's give him a beheading operation!"

Cao Yi said in surprise: "What is beheading operation?"

"If an army is compared to a person, who do you think the most important head part should be in the army?"

Cao Yi suddenly said, "Is it the general of this army? The so-called beheading operation is to assassinate their generals?"

Xiao Fan nodded and said, "Yes, the general is the brain and command center of an army. Especially if the senior general is stabbed, the army will be in a chaotic situation where there are no leaders. Their combat power and destructive power will be greatly reduced. Moreover, this chaotic situation will also help us quickly hide and escape after the assassination operation is successful."

After a few words, Cao Yi and the soldiers immediately understood. Cao Yi nodded and said, "No, for example, the Mongolian Tartars, their army was divided into centuries, commanders of thousands, commanders of thousands. If their commanders or commanders of thousands were assassinated, the team below would be in chaos, so that many places would go out and the actions could not be unified. In this way, we would only hide in a secret place, or simply mix with the chaotic Tartars in the Ming and Daliang, and they would be safe and sound."

Xiao Fan smiled and said, "That's right, that's what it means."

Cao Yi scratched his head and said in confusion: "Our... Special Forces, why do I feel that it is similar to an assassin?"

Xiao Fan said seriously: "It's very different. Assassins are alone and retreat with one blow. We are the group cooperation and each has its own division of labor..."

Cao Yi thought about it and suddenly said, "I understand! It's like meeting a good woman in the middle of the night, and she went up to rape her. Perhaps this woman was very strong and might not be able to beat her. But if a group of people went up, two people pressed her hands, two people beat her legs, and they came up together to take her, and it would be easy to succeed."

Xiao Fan hesitated and said, "This...the truth is so, but this metaphor..."

"The metaphor is also very appropriate, that's what it means." Cao Yi chuckled with his big hand: "The special forces are changing the single gang to a group roster, safe and comfortable!"

Xiao Fan: “…………”

The lustful person sees lust. It is okay to understand love anyway.

"What should we do specifically?" Cao Yi was a little eager to try.

Xiao Fan said: "First ask the location of the tents where the thousands of commanders and ten thousand men of the Tartars live. Since it is so difficult to lurk in, you might as well break in with the clothes of the Tartars, and ride a horse and shout emergency military information in Mongolian language. In this case, no one will suspect that you are the enemy, so you can travel all the way and go straight to their commander's tent."

"Then what?"

Xiao Fan smiled, but a fierce light flashed in his eyes: "... Then you will quickly approach the coaches and commanders of ten thousand men, treat them as good women, and take turns to see them. On the outside of the camp, I will send the remaining nearly 3,000 soldiers to cooperate with your actions and create some chaos to cover you."

Cao Yi was silent for a while and said, "I found that you were all from 'you' and 'you' just now. We have all taken action. What are you doing?"

Xiao Fan patted his shoulder and laughed: "Revolutionary work is not divided into high and low, and it is also very important to make the wind. By the way, I will help you draw circles and curse Guili Chi... I have also learned a little bit of my master's ability to draw peach talismans by hand."

Under the night, twenty soldiers had already put on the Tartars' clothes and rode on the war horses and were ready to go.

At the same time, the remaining nearly 3,000 soldiers were gathered together, and the battle was about to begin. Thousands of people exuded a faint murderous aura in the silence. Although this battle was small against the masses, they were determined by their intentions and no intentions. Victory and defeat, life and death were immediately clear.

The cold night wind blew across the grassland, making the skin feel bone-broken, but they felt a stream of blood boiling in their chests and a blazing fire burning.

Xiao Fan stood in front of Cao Yi's horse, and the two looked at each other quietly for a long time. Then Xiao Fan clasped his fists at him and said deeply: "Brother Cao, please give me everything! Take care of yourself, you would rather fail the mission than be safe."

Cao Yi held the Mongolian felt hat on his head, laughed heroically, slapped his chest and said loudly: "Kill the enemy and make achievements, and win the wife and son. Today is a great time! Let's see how I make the Tartar camp uneasy!"

Twenty soldiers shouted in unison: "That's right!"

Xiao Fan also smiled, and under the night, the crystal clearness in his eyes flashed slightly.

"Come back alive, I will remember your first merit!"

Cao Yi laughed, raised his whip and whipped hard, shouting: "Let's go!"

Five soldiers behind him followed him and rode their horses to the Tatar camp and quickly left.

After about half a stick of incense, five more soldiers urged the horses to move. In this way, twenty ancient special forces members were divided into four groups and rushed towards the Tartar camp.

Xiao Fan kept staring at them quietly until the sound of horse hooves disappeared. Then he turned around and shouted to the remaining nearly 3,000 soldiers: "Now three thousand people are divided into three teams. After half an hour, one of them will clear the whistle cavalry outside the camp, one of them launched a feint attack on the east side of the camp, and another team followed me to cover the robes."

"Yes!" the soldiers responded in unison.

The bet began, and the dice was left. Just when the result was announced, Xiao Fan had already placed a heavy bet, which was the life of him and the three thousand soldiers.

This is the first big bet in his life. If he wins, everything goes well. If he loses, he may travel to another dynasty again.

Is it worth it?

There was no time to weigh the trade-offs, the knife was unsheathed and the arrow was out of the string. Now we have to think about how to save our lives, not whether it was worth it. The border troops of the Ming Dynasty had hundreds of thousands of years of fighting against the Northern Yuan Dynasty. They were born and died, and their blood was stained with yellow sand. Who had ever thought about whether it was worth it? The difficult thing for eternity is the only death!

Under the dark night, the Tartar camp was still as calm as usual.

The tent of the 50,000 army stretched for more than ten miles, extending to the extreme of the eyes, as if connected to the end of the sky.

The wind suddenly sounded, and the totem flag erected high in front of the camp gate was blown. The flag was embroidered with a ferocious wolf head, which swayed rapidly with the strong wind, as if it was alive, and was eager to get out of the cage and choose someone.

It was late at night, and the Tartars had already fallen asleep. They were falling off from the camp and till they were playing with red torches, and they rode silently, paying attention to all the movements around them.

There is a bit of solemnity in peace, and there is a bit of solemnity in silence.

Suddenly, a chaotic and rapid sound of horse hooves came from a distance, and the sound was getting closer and closer, breaking the tranquility of the night.

The whistle cavalry swimming outside the gate became nervous when they heard the sound of horse hooves. The vigilant eyes stared at the front of the gate. The spears and steel knives in their hands were slightly tilted, ready to rush forward at any time. Two of the whistle cavalry had already rode their horses to meet them.

The horse's hooves were chaotic, but they were sparse. The Tartars who grew up on the horse's back soon heard that the number of these knights was only about four or five, and they were very rapid. Soon, in a few breaths, they had reached not far in front of the gate.

The number of people was not large, and the alert whistle cavalry finally relaxed their guard slightly. No enemy was so stupid that he dared to break into the camp of a 50,000 army alone with the courage of several people. It was initially judged that it should not be the Ming army.

The whistleman came forward, and while riding his horse, he pulled out his sword and shouted, "Come and stay at the horse! Who are you?"

The visitor did not slow down at all, but said loudly in Mongolian: "You go out of here! We are the southeast 'Alejinchi', and there is an emergency army that wants to see the leader of the ghost Lichi! Ming army! Ming army has appeared! Go out of here!"

The visitor's tone was anxious and fast, as if there was a little panic and panic. As soon as he finished speaking, the five-person whistle cavalry had already rushed to the front of the gate.

"What are you doing when you are blocking the door? Get out of the way! We are all the bravest soldiers under the Khan Khan's tent. Do you treat me as an enemy? Emergency military information, I want to meet the leader of Ghost Lichi! If it is delayed, you will be dismembered by the leader's five horses!" Seeing that more and more racist gathered in front of the gate, the people couldn't help but be anxious and angry.

Nearly a thousand shedding in front of the gate, Chi hesitated when he heard this. A cavalry asked hesitantly: "Which tribe are you from? Who sent you to be a whistle driver?"

The visitor was a bearded man wearing a felt hat and a dense beard covering his face. He heard this and spat hard on the ground, then raised his whip and whipped him hard on the person who was asking about it. Then, regardless of whether others were blocking the gate, he urged the horse to run into the camp. The four people behind him rode their horses without hesitation to follow him, ignoring the shocked and furious fallen red. The bearded man ran far into the camp before throwing a sentence slowly.

"The military situation is so urgent, you are still stopping me from talking. I am a warrior under the leader of Arutai, Asut's army. After this matter, I will come to me if I am not convinced!"

Everyone heard that the incident was urgent. Although it was impossible for all 50,000 troops to know each other, they were wearing Mongolian clothes and speaking Mongolian language. There were only a few people, and it was unlikely that they would be enemies. So everyone let go of their guards and watched the five whistle cavalry quickly enter the camp and head towards the direction of the commander's tent.

After passing the movement in front of the gate, many of the Tartars in the camp had been awakened, and they all poked their heads out of the tent with unknown bodies, asking each other for the reason.

Not long after, another rush and messy sound of horse hooves came from afar outside the gate.
To be continued...