The camp had no time to dismantle the tents and supplies, so hundreds of Tartars were left to clean up the aftermath. The camp, which was stationed in 50,000 people, became empty in an instant.

After the entire Tartar army came out of the camp to pursue, Xiao Fan, who was several miles away from the camp, watched the black clouds roaring and swept away, and immediately showed a successful smile.

Everything was in his calculations, and every step was calculated so accurately. He really admired his genius head.

He, who has never been used to using swords, pulled out the slingshot behind his waist, raised his hand high, and said to the remaining thousand soldiers behind him: "The enemy has all gone out of the camp, and it's our turn to go on the field now!"

"Sir... the enemy has left, why are we going to the field?"

"The moon is dark and the murderous night, the wind is high and the fire is setting, what do you say?"

After saying that, Xiao Fan urged the horse to rush to the Tartar camp first.

Speaking of killing and setting fire, the thousand people behind him were very excited and hurriedly urged their horses to follow. Everyone, like the old hooligan who had been around for many years, met a good woman, screamed and rushed towards the empty Tartar camp.

Hundreds of Tartars who were left behind in the camp were cleaning up their tents and supplies. They heard the sound of horse hooves from afar. They looked up curiously, but they saw a large group of knights in Ming military uniforms rushing towards them in murderous intent under the night. The Tartars were so scared that their faces looked like earth. They turned their backs and waited to turn around to find the horses to fight the enemy.

Xiao Fan did not allow them to ride a horse. Seeing this, he neighed and shouted: "Shoot me arrows and shoot!"

Whoosh swish swish swish!

A rain of arrows whizzed across the sky, and in the blink of an eye, half of the Tartars were shot and killed on the spot.

A Tartar just raised his knife and wanted to die with the enemy. With a muffled bang, a steel ball the size of a longan hit his eyebrows, pierced his brain, and died on the spot.

Xiao Fan looked at the slingshot in his hand in surprise and joy, and couldn't help but smile: "I have mastered the peerless magical skills--"

The soldiers still kept flattering the gaps in the ground shooting the Tartars: "Master, the magical power is extraordinary!"

After saying that, another steel ball was shot out with joy.

Bang! Didn't hit.
Chapter completed!