A scout with three horses galloped over, jumped off his horse in front of Lu Hanqiang, and made a simple return: "To the east, there are more than 10,000 enemies, all of them are cavalry, and there are nearly 10,000 women and children of the tribe, five miles away from us." ” Lu Hanqiang nodded lightly, and then comfortably wrapped the well-fed child back in his arms, this little elf was held in Lu Hanqiang's arms in the eyes of everyone, so that everyone looked forward to it.
Then he picked up the map and drew a horizontal line in the proportions of his position extending about five miles to the east.
In fact, everyone regards this elf as their only hope.
Lu Hanqiang can't do this, he doesn't speak, but he can't help but make arrangements for the future of the three thousand brothers, after all, the lives of these brothers are in his own hands.
Looking at the map, he smiled, it seems that the order of the old Khan is still valid, it seems that his own methods are still effective, at least, the old Khan summoned the tribes, his food is not enough, he can no longer consume with himself. 10,000 cavalry, which his more than 3,000 brothers cannot defeat now, his purpose is not to start a decisive battle with the Mongol Tartars now, but to kill and wound them as much as possible when he is weak, burn them, and weaken them.
"Good, it's really getting started."
This is a sentence that Lu Hanqiang said after a long time, and for this sentence, the little fat man suddenly lay on the ground and cried.
"You spoke, I really saw you speak, my brother-in-law."
Lu Hanqiang looked at the brothers who could speak for themselves, mainly, for all the brothers to speak.
What is this actually When everyone knows that they can start fighting again, everyone is inexplicably excited, is this a good thing?
"We're heading north."
Lu Hanqiang said lightly.
The little fat man happily answered: "Why do we want to go north" In fact, these words are all right, purely for the sake of having nothing to say.
But he was happy because his brother-in-law had finally spoken.
Just talking, it's more important than anything else.
Lu Hanqiang didn't care about the feeling of being a fat man, he just slowly moved his pen to the north and continued to the north.
At this time, Lu Hanqiang looked at the little fat man with a big mouth, and Zhou Chujun, "We don't go to the south, we go to the north."
This decision made all the brothers shine in their eyes together.
At this time, another scout rushed over, "Master Governor, seven miles to the north, 10,000 Tartar cavalry, 10,000 tribal women and children." ” Lu Hanqiang made another circle on his simple map, and then frowned at the beginning, how can there be 20,000 in the north, then he needs to go west or south, but it is not possible to go south, because the south has been burned all the way by himself, there is almost no life, not a single cattle and sheep, therefore, there is no supply for the army, that is, if you go south, you don't need the enemy to fight you, you will starve yourself to death.
It seems that the only way to save the lives of these more than 3,000 brothers is to go west, which is tantamount to returning to Yanmen in disguise.
Lu Hanqiang was unwilling, because if he went back at this time, it was tantamount to not achieving his goal.
But Lu Hanqiang's unwillingness was completely dispelled in the return of the next scout.
For the scout told him that there were no less than 30,000 Mongol Tartars on the five-mile road to the west, and although most of them were women and children of the tribesmen, they were advancing slowly, and after almost a mile they had set up a long wall of wheels with no end in sight.
At this time, Lu Hanqiang was shocked, for three days, the reason why he didn't see a tribe was that all he saw was the ashes after the active retreat, and the emotional family was gathering the tribes from all over the country to form a new army, and then here, set a trap for himself, waiting to surround himself and annihilate himself.
Now it seems that this small tribe I met was actually deliberately left by others in order to stop here to rest and eat, this is a bait, a bloody bait.
The little fat man looked at Lu Hanqiang nonchalantly, "Brother-in-law, you can say it, our brothers are just fighting together."
As long as the brother-in-law speaks, the little fat man thinks that there is nothing to worry about in this world.
At this time, Lu Hanqiang, who was no longer in the mood to speak, also spoke: A large number of enemies have been found in the northeast, east and west, so what about the south "No enemy has been spotted in the south yet."
The cavalry commander Da Langyu reported.
Lu Hanqiang smiled slightly: No, there is no enemy in the south, it does not mean that there is none, there must be the strongest enemy waiting for us, who are they?"
The little fat man suddenly smiled happily, and smiled extremely happily: "It's the Mongolian elite who went to our Gyeonggi to come back, which is the so-called Mongolian Eight Banners, and they have agreed to dig a huge pit for us in the south and let us jump, which is called three missing one in the art of war." ” "Yes, the Tartars have smart people, and they know the art of war."
Lu Hanqiang lowered his head and continued to look at the map in his hand, which had already marked the simple situation of the current enemy. ” "Greet the brothers, get up, we're going to fight."
Lu Hanqiang commanded without raising his head.
Zhou Chujun immediately ran to the resting brothers and shouted loudly: "Get up, be happy, walk the horse to warm up, we are going to fight." ” With Zhou Chujun's shout, this silent team immediately became active, everyone jumped up, prepared saddles for the war horses, sorted out the halters for the spare horses, hurried to feed the horses with hay bags, took out the water bags under the horse's belly and drank the horses, and an inexplicable excitement once again permeated the entire team.
Only fighting can make everyone forget the pain of the past, and only fighting can avenge those compatriots who died at their own hands.
"Brother-in-law, which way are we going?"
The little fat man also began to be solemn at this time, counting on three sides, there are 100,000 enemies who appear in front of us, which is not counting the possibility of the south, and now the pressure on three sides is to want us to rush to the south, and then surround us on all sides, completely annihilating us, it seems that the enemy really thinks highly of us. ” Standing up and putting away the simple map, Lu Hanqiang stretched his waist towards Changtian, and then said: "But I won't let you get your wish, since the Mongolian Eight Banners that abused Gyeonggi have come back to help, then our task will be completed, little fat man, tell the brothers, get on the horse, we will rush to the northwest, rush out at the northwest junction, and then go west, we will go back to Yanmen Pass."
Then he gently patted the child who was arching in his arms and said firmly, "Let's go home." ” When they heard the news, the brothers who had been fighting outside for more than a month couldn't help but cheer for the first time in ten days, which was the warmth of home calling, encouraging, and morale rising again.
Three thousand iron horsemen, the iron hooves of seven thousand war horses trampled on the earth, bringing up the smoke and dust in the sky, under the guidance of the four arrogant banners, galloping towards the northwest, and a breakthrough battle to go home officially began.
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