It’s so damn cold in November.
Especially in the north, when the late night wind blows on your face, it feels like a knife has been cut across it, causing a stinging pain.
Fang Xiaochun rubbed his palms and took a breath of hot air to keep warm while complaining: "Brother Wu, why haven't you finished the fire after lighting it for a long time?
Are you going to freeze us to death?"
Wu Fan, who was lighting a fire, turned his head and cursed with a smile: "What, your skin is itchy?
Do you want me to loosen it for you?"
Zhao Yuan, who was sitting between the two of them, said quickly: "You two should stop talking.
Have you forgotten the rules of our scouts?
Don't cause trouble and spoil the big thing."
Fang Xiaochun curled his lips and said in dissatisfaction: "Brother Zhao, you must be too careful.
You can still survive in this wilderness?"
Wu Fan also chuckled and said, "What Xiao Chunzi said makes sense."
Seeing both of them saying this, Zhao Yuan didn't say anything more, pulled out the stopper on the cowhide bag and drank some saliva.
"Okay, it's done" With Wu Fan's hard work, the dead branches were finally ignited and a raging bonfire was set off.
When Fang Xiaochun saw this, he immediately came over here.
Seeing his shameless look, Wu Fan rolled his eyes angrily and said, "What, now you will remember me."
Fang Xiaochun rubbed his palms and said with a smile: "Didn't I just joke with you, Brother Wu?
You don't know my temper yet?"
Wu Fan spat out a mouthful of thick phlegm and said in a feint of anger: "Why are you pretending to be stupid with me?
I know exactly what shit you are trying to do when you stick your butt out."
Fang Xiaochun twitched his lips in embarrassment and winked at Zhao Yuan.
Zhao Yuan had no choice but to clear his throat to smooth things over for the two of them.
"Okay, Lao Wu, Xiaochun just has a bad mouth, why do you want to argue with him?"
"Huh, for Lao Zhao's sake, I won't argue with you."
Wu Fan never really held grudges against Fang Xiaochun, but now he stepped down and moved his butt away.
"Hey, Brother Wu is still kind to me."
Fang Xiaochun sat next to Wu Fan without shame and put his hands above the flame to warm them.
The three of them are sentries in the Ming army's scout camp under Gao Jie's command.
They have performed many missions together and are very familiar with each other.
Therefore, even if they joke about each other, they don't take it to heart.
Especially Zhao Yuan and Wu Fan, both of whom are from Mizhi, Shaanxi, and have known each other for more than ten years.
Fang Xiaochun joined later, but he had been friends with Zhao and Wu for seven years.
The three of them stirred the rice with a horse spoon and ate, not as brothers but as brothers.
The most important thing as a scout is to trust Paoze.
Because you often encounter many dangers when you go out to investigate the enemy's situation, you are likely to encounter danger alone, but if you have someone to help you, you can often avert the danger.
Zhao Yuan and Fang Xiaochun once encountered danger, and in the end they relied on Wu Fan to pull them back from the gate of hell.
The three of them warmed themselves by the fire and chatted, and the atmosphere was very harmonious.
Suddenly there was a sound of horse hooves in the distance, and the three of them heard it almost at the same time.
Wu Fan gritted his teeth and directly put out the fire that had just been lit, and drew his sword out of its sheath with a squeaking sound.
"You two, be more alert and act according to my eyes."
Since there is movement in the distance, the bonfire must be put out as soon as possible.
Otherwise, visitors will be wary when they see the light of fire and be prepared in advance.
Zhao Yuan and Fang Xiaochun both nodded.
The three of them have been working together to investigate military situations for many years, and have already developed a tacit understanding.
They can understand what the other wants to do with just one look.
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The three of them were lying on the ground with only their heads exposed, their eyes staring into the distance.
However, it was dark at night and there was no firelight to illuminate them.
They couldn't see very far at all.
Even if they opened their eyes wide, they could only see the scene at most fifty steps away.
In the middle of the night, someone suddenly rode through the mountains in the middle of the night.
It was definitely not an ordinary businessman.
In Wu Fan's opinion, there are only two possibilities for the identity of the visitor, one is a local bandit and horse bandit, and the other is a Tatar sentry rider.
No matter what the possibility is, if there are too many people, it will be extremely disadvantageous for Wu Fan and the others.
Wu Fan put his ear to the loess.
"Tap tap tap" From the sounds of it, they should be riding in groups of three or five, not a large group of people.
Wu Fan let out a sigh of relief.
Zhao Yuan and Fang Xiaochun also pressed their ears tightly to the ground, holding the handle of the knife tightly with one hand, ready to draw the knife and fight at any time.
Soldiers in the Scout Cavalry Battalion face more emergencies and encounter more dangers than other soldiers, so those who can be selected into the Scout Cavalry Battalion are the best among the soldiers.
In terms of individual combat capabilities, Wu Fan, Zhao Yuan, and Fang Xiaochun are all leaders in Gao Jie's army.
In terms of cooperation, the three of them are in perfect harmony.
In a round of trust, the three of them can give their backs to each other.
As long as they are a team of less than ten people, they are confident that they can win in a fight.
"Tap tap tap"
The sound of horse hooves got closer and closer, and all three of them held their breath.
Suddenly, a few bright spots suddenly flashed out in the darkness.
It's a torch After a while, Wu Fan and others could see more clearly.
The people who came were none other than the three cavalrymen.
They were all riding low brown Mongolian horses, whipping their whips to urge the horses forward.
By the light of the torch, Wu Fan and others could clearly see the shining foreheads of the three people coming towards them, as well as the money rat tails swaying on the backs of their heads.
It's Tatar Now they could finally determine the identity of the visitor.
So needless to say, these people must be Tatar scouts.
The Ming army can send out reconnaissance cavalry, and so can the Tatars.
The Tatars only had three cavalry, which was as many as Wu Fan and others.
Wu Fan was already murderous.
He wanted to stop all three Tatars and leave them alive to interrogate them about the military situation.
Wu Fan glanced at Zhao Yuan and Fang Xiaochun respectively, and both of them nodded.
A year ago, they would never have dared to take the initiative to seek war with the Tatars.
At that time, they, like other soldiers in Gao Jie's army, were as afraid of the Tatars as tigers.
It is said that if the Eight Banners are less than ten thousand, they will be invincible if they are full of ten thousand.
When the Ming Army faced off against the Eight Banners Army, they were basically being chased, and it was even harder to win in a field battle.
But since the victory in Dezhou, the morale of the Ming army has been greatly boosted.
You must know that Qin Gongming, the commander-in-chief of Dezhou, led his troops to kill thousands of real Tatars and two Tatars.
Both generals and ordinary soldiers began to believe that the previous fear of the Eight Banners Army was somewhat blind, and that the strength of the Eight Banners Army had been exaggerated.
During Gao Jie's Northern Expedition, Wu Fan, Zhao Yuan, and Fang Xiaochun followed the army all the way north, conquering various cities in Henan, and their morale was like a rainbow.
Although the defenders of the city were all Green Camp troops and not real Tartars, it also gave the Ming army great confidence.
They began to believe that even if they really encountered the Eight Banners Army, as long as they dared to fight hard, they could defeat the enemy and win.
Wu Fan took a deep breath, took out an arrow from his quiver, and put it on the string.
They only have one chance :