Chapter 211 Three in and three out

The night is still dark and deep.

The Tartar camp has been easily broken through by Xiao Fan, and most of the hundreds of left-behind Tartars have been shot and killed. The remaining hundreds of Tartars panicked and fled in the tents of the camp.

The combat power of the Mongols without horses was greatly reduced. Xiao Fanren was large in power, and a thousand people chased about a hundred Tartars everywhere. The Ming army was like driving pigs into a pigpen, shouting proudly on horseback. When they met the slow-running Tartars, they bent down and slashed at their backs or necks. The Tartars were frightened and were also very sad and angry. - They have been fighting with the Ming army for so many years. For the first time, they found that the Ming army was so shameless. They were holding a large army of 50,000 people and did not dare to fight. They used the people who stayed in the camp to attack. The countrymen were picking persimmons. You were too soft, right?

Half a stick of incense has passed, and more than a hundred Tartars have been killed to death, leaving only dozens of them.

Xiao Fan rode on the horse, pulling the rubber band of the slingshot in his hand, and the steel balls shot out one by one. Most of them missed. A small part of them hit the Tartars with some luck. The slingshot was strong and powerful. When it hit the human body, it was a blood hole. Although this magical artifact was not very accurate, it caused great panic and fear among the Tartars because of its strange style and strong lethality.

After a while, the dozens of Tartars who remained in the camp finally couldn't stand the psychological torture and torture. They shouted and raised their hands, kneeled down on the grass without moving, and were muttering something in their mouths.

Without anyone to translate, Xiao Fan could see from their actions that they surrendered.

No matter how fierce the Tartars are, they are still humans. If they are humans, they will be afraid of death.

Xiao Fan waved his hand and a thousand people rode their horses to surround the surrendered Tartars.

"Sir, will you kill me?" the soldiers asked in unison, and the dim torches shone out murderous hideous faces.

Although the surrendered Tartars could not understand their words, they understood their meaning somewhat from the tone and momentum of the Ming army. Hearing this, they lay on the ground and did not dare to move, but their whole body kept shaking.

Xiao Fan hesitated for a moment, raised his hand and shouted, "...I have no time! Hurry up and rob!"

"……yes!"

With a sound of Hula, the thousand people around the Tartars dispersed, followed the village like a devil, and began to rush the camp's tents and supplies in a crazy manner. Cattle, sheep, weapons, clothes... as long as you can see and take away, they were all put on horseback. For a moment, the entire Tartar camp was full of energy and was extremely lively.

Dozens of Tartars kneeling on the ground looked at the bad behavior of the Ming army. Seeing that they were only concerned about robbing things, unlike trying to kill them, their fear suddenly diminished. However, seeing their crazy and arrogant appearance, many strange feelings surged in their hearts, mixed feelings and indescribable.

The camp of 50,000 troops was stationed just now... robbers have entered!

A sense of shame filled the hearts of the Tartars. However, although the Ming army was robbed happily, they did not forget to send people to monitor them. Shame was shame. Compared with the Ming army's cold and sharp swords, the Tartars decided... to let it go and forget it, don't be serious with them.

After two incense sticks, the soldiers of the Ming army finally ended the robbery with unsatisfactory satisfaction. The entire camp was in a mess, and the things they robbed were really unacceptable. Only tents were shabby slashed by swords, and the broken wooden shield and leather armor that were thrown everywhere. They looked particularly bleak in the cold wind...

Seeing that everyone was almost robbing, Xiao Fan glanced at the kneeling Tartars on the ground with a blank expression, and then shouted: "Okay, the whole army gathers, let's retreat!"

All the soldiers were stunned. Lord Xiao led us into the Tartar camp. Did he just steal some things and leave? This... he really regarded himself as a robber? We are the elite guards of the court! Is it good to eat imperial grain?

After the order was given, the soldiers did not dare to disobey their orders. Each of them was filled with the stolen things. Then, with a whistle, a thousand people formed a team, rushed out of the camp quickly and headed north.

The Tartars kneeling on the ground heard a mess of horse hooves gradually fading away, and then they dared to raise their heads and looked around carefully. Seeing that the camp had been ruined and was blown by a tornado, the scene was particularly decadent. Everyone sighed with bitter expressions, and couldn't help but feel a little glad. Fortunately, they saved their lives, a great blessing in misfortune.

So the Tartars stood up with gratitude and silently began to clean up the camp that was ruined by the Ming army.

Xiao Fan led the soldiers out of the camp. He rode on his horse. When the night wind blew, his mind immediately woke up.

Turning his head and looking at the soldiers behind him who were riding horses silently, Xiao Fan pondered: "...why are we going to the Tartar camp for?"

"Robbery!" the soldiers answered in unison.

"Just robbery? Can we have a higher pursuit?"

The soldiers were confused. What is a higher pursuit? Kill the Tartars and snatch a bunch of disposable junk... Yes, what did we do when we rushed into the Tartar camp? Just for this?

Xiao Fan looked at everyone's confused expression and said with relief: "Everyone is a person who has aspirations..."

A soldier rode his horse and reminded Xiao Fan in his ear: "When he led us in, didn't he say he killed someone and set fire?"

Xiao Fan was stunned: "Yes..."

"But we only killed people and did not set fire..."

Xiao Fan suddenly realized and rode on the horse and slapped his thigh hard: "Not bad! We forgot to set the fire!"

Then he smiled relievedly and said, "I said I forgot to do something. It turned out to be this... Brothers, let's turn around and kill the Tartar camp and burn their camp!"

Today is definitely not the lucky day of the Tartars.

The surviving dozens of Tartars had not yet dissipated their gratitude, and the sound of horse hooves came from afar.

The Tartars were shocked and gathered together and shouted, "The robbers are here again! What should I do?"

"What else can I do? Keep kneeling!"

The Tartars knelt on the ground again consciously, honestly, with their eyebrows down and eyes, like gentle sheep waiting for the coming hungry wolf.

Xiao Fan led the soldiers into the camp again. At first glance, he saw the Tartars with a blank expression, looking respectfully.

Xiao Fan felt embarrassed to attack the camp and do such a heavy burden. The war horses whizzed past the Tartars and threw a sentence from afar.

"...We set the fire and left, very quickly."

Tartars: “…………”

The fire was indeed very fast, and the camp was ignited in the blink of an eye. The fire took advantage of the wind and soared into the sky, filled with thick smoke and a smell of burnt sheepskin. In a short time, the fire was blown by the wind, and the entire camp's tents were ignited. The raging fire reflected the excited and fanatical faces. The soldiers were like a group of lawless gangsters, burning and destroying everything in the camp.

Xiao Fan looked around and saw that the fire was almost red in half of the sky. The fire was ruthlessly swallowing everything. Xiao Fan nodded with satisfaction and murmured: "I burned all the Tartars tents. They have no place to sleep in the future, right? Otherwise... I went home to pick up the tent and continued to fight?... They shouldn't be so uncontrollable, right?"

He chuckled a few times, and Xiao Fan shouted loudly: "Okay, the murder and setting fire are all done, let's withdraw!"

With a huh, a thousand people retreated from the camp where the flames surged into the sky like wind and clouds.

On the grass, dozens of already numb Tartars were kneeling forever, expressionless and motionless, unable to even raise their anger.

"What should I do? Hurry up and find water to put out the fire!"

"How to save such a big fire? Let's kneel down. Maybe when the group of guys who are more vicious than snakes rushed back to the camp of harm... Changshengtian will punish them!" The tone of the Tartars was calm and composed.

Of course, Xiao Fan didn't know that the Tartars were kneeling on the ground and cursing him.

On the way of galloping, Xiao Fan whipped a few whips and a light of inspiration flashed in his mind.

People’s needs are food, clothing, housing and transportation. Now the tents are burned, and the Tartars cannot live in, so they can only camp in the future. What about food?

Since the 50,000 army was only concerned about chasing the two thousand soldiers in the camp, the matter was hasty and there was no time to bring enough food and grass. If all the cattle and sheep in their camp were ruined...

What a tempting idea...

"The whole army stayed!" Xiao Fan shouted loudly.

All soldiers obeyed orders and banned the war horses at the same time.

"Go back! There is still something I can't do..."

The soldiers: “…………”

How procrastinate is this adult doing his business?

The soldiers with black lines had to follow Xiao Fan to break into the Tartar camp in a sea of ​​fire for the third time...

The Tartars in the camp just stood up and moved their waists, but now the camp is burned everywhere, and they are even spared from cleaning up the aftermath.

The sound of horse hooves was heard in his ears, and the Tartars were stunned, then they showed a look that was indeed the case, and then they knelt down to the ground with a familiarity, waiting quietly for the Ming army to rush in.

Xiao Fan, who rushed into the camp, saw the resentful faces of the Tartars again.

Xiao Fanma did not slow down, but smiled at them with a shy smile.

"...I'll make a soy sauce, and leave after the beat, very soon!"

The Tartars remained silent: “…………”

The lively cattle and sheep were slaughtered, and the soldiers were thrown into the fire by the soldiers, watching them swallowed by the fire and burned into pieces of black coke.

"Let's retreat again!" Xiao Fan raised his arms and shouted.

A soldier grabbed his sleeve and said pitifully: "Sir... Please, think about it carefully, is there anything else that can't be done?"

Xiao Fan thought about it and said sincerely: "It's really gone this time."

Gui Lichi led the army to pursue him. His eyes were red, and his chest was burning with anger. His blood-red eyes were staring at the two thousand Ming troops who were struggling to escape in front of him. He was angry and roaring. He even thought about how to torture these damn Ming troops after they caught them.

It is a good idea to dismember the five horses.

Thinking of this, Gui Li Chi smiled grimly, and the two rows of white teeth emitted a shiny light under the night, like a wolf about to catch its prey.

A Tartar caught up with him and said in panic: "Sir, the leader, the camp...our camp..."

Gui Lichi smiled and suffocated: "What's wrong with the camp?"

“…It caught fire!”

Gui Lichi was shocked and turned his head and looked at it quickly, but saw that the firelight in the camp had burned half of the sky red, so bright and dazzling in the dark...

Gui Lichi was shocked and shouted a classic saying that the ancients had called him many times and someone would definitely shout again in the future.

"Actually in the trap!"

Huge shock and anger and humiliation surged into Gui Lichi's heart. He turned his head and looked at the two thousand Ming troops running away in front of him. Finally, he realized that this was a trap that the Ming army had put on him.

Those despicable Han people are so cruel!

"The whole army stays at the horse! Return to the camp!" Gui Lichi indeed gave up chasing the two thousand Ming troops.

The 50,000 Tatar troops immediately changed their back team to the front team and rushed to the camp in anger.

Half an hour later, Guili Chiyan, who had just rushed into the camp, saw the fires rising into the sky, tents, cattle, sheep, wooden shields... all buried in the sea of ​​fire, and an unpleasant burnt smell emitted from the camp.

Gui Li Chi glared at the eyes and split his eyes, looking up at the sky and hissed: "What the hell is going on? Who did it?"

Dozens of Tartars who were left behind in the camp stumbled to the front of Gui Lichi, crying helplessly: "Sir, we... were stolen--"
To be continued...