"Go!" Heizi's shout was still in his ears, and the few people on the chariot were stunned. When did he get caught in the arrow? He was still the most powerful iron arrow.

But this is no longer important. Heizi tried his best to beat the war horse, and he fell on the horse's back.

"Heizi! Come back for me!" Xiao Shitou shouted, and was about to pull the reins to chase Heizi away.

"Stone!" A roar sounded in Shi Tou's ears. Hu Zicang's voice trembled, trying hard to suppress his emotions, and shouted in a low voice: "Continue to go! Don't let Heizi down!"

Heizi rushed into the Tatars in an endless manner, and with a loud "boom!", he drove away seven or eight Tatar cavalry around him.

The few people on the chariot were silent, looking at the panicked Tatar cavalry, clenched their fists and their nails were buckled into the flesh.

Their sorrow did not last long, and the Tatars chased after him again. The postmen fired all the bullets, used up all the gunpowder on the car, and even broke the spears that occupied the enemy.

The Tatars were finally scared, and only twenty riders were left to slow down their horses and followed the chariot from a distance. Hu Zicang said intimately: No, there are only two war horses left to pull the cart, and one is still caught in an arrow. I don’t know how long it will last.

Hu Zicang looked up at the grassland that seemed to be boundless, gritted his teeth and said, "Little Stone! Run for another half an hour!"

Xiao Shitou hesitated when he heard this, and said, "Captain! The war horses exhaled all the heat. If you run for another half an hour, I'm afraid they can't hold on!"

"If you can't hold on, you must persist. Let's get rid of the Tatars first!" Hu Zicang also knew that the war horses could not hold on, but he had no choice but to pray that the war horses could last longer so that they could run further.

Night fell again on the grassland. In the grass half a person tall, Hu Zicang and others squatted in the carriage, gnawing on the dry and hard jerky meat in their hands.

Because I don’t know when the Tatars will catch up, the few of them are not even angry and eat silently to replenish their energy.

Kuroko's sacrifice gave the opportunity to escape. Everyone's heart was heavy, and the air was filled with sadness and depression.

Suddenly! Several people stopped their hands and clenched the hilt of the knife around their waists.

The sound of grass came and a figure appeared. Seeing the visitor, the few people in the car were obviously relieved.

"Captain! There is the Fan family's caravan in front of me, and they should be coming to the grassland to sell goods!" Xiao Shitou's voice sounded, and the man jumped onto the carriage flexibly.

Xiao Shitou grabbed a piece of dried meat and stuffed it into his mouth, and said vaguely: "It must be not a Tatar. When I touched it, I heard them speak Chinese and mention the Fan family and other things!

Captain! They are also wise people. It should be fine if we want two horses in the past!

If it really doesn't work, let's buy it with money. They can't just leave their business alone! "

When everyone heard Xiao Shitou's words, their eyes lit up. In order to get rid of the Tatars' pursuit, the last horse ran to death.

A few people worked together to hide the chariot in the grass. If they couldn't get the horses that pulled the chariot, they would have to walk back to the Ming Dynasty with their legs.

There are no horses to travel on the vast grassland, and it is really unknown how far they can go.

Hu Zicang was not as optimistic as others, frowned and said nothing. After a long time, he spoke: "Little Stone! There is no caravan that dares to go out to do business with the Tatars, who does not smuggle salt and iron.

This is the territory of the Fried Flower Fighting Department, and it is fighting. The caravans are still coming over with a swagger. Will they have nothing to do with the Fried Flower Fighting Department?"

The few people in the car were silent. It was a very simple truth. I just didn't expect it. After Hu Zicang's reminder, I felt a little scared.

If a few people had gone through carelessly, they might not have been betrayed, but the greater possibility would be taken down and sent directly to the Fried Flower Farm to receive a reward.

"No matter whether they have anything to do with the frying farm, we have to go over and 'borrow' a few horses back. As for whether we want to get their consent, it depends on our mood!" After Hu Zicang said that, his eyes lit up at the people.

In the array of more than twenty large trucks, more than fifty men sat around several bonfires, eating roasted lamb in big mouthfuls, and a wine bag was passed back and forth in everyone's hands. Everyone would take a bite.

There was only one carriage in the convoy that was pulling people, and the candlelight swayed in the car. Obviously, the people inside had not yet rested.

"Three Young Master! It's so late, aren't you still resting?" An old voice came from the carriage.

Then there was a young voice: "Uncle Second! The frying flowers is cunning and greedy, I have to be fully prepared!

Tomorrow you will send someone to Guangning Fort and ask General Wang Shen to take someone to patrol the grassland. I believe that the frying flowers will not greedy for us to get the goods!"

"The third young master is meticulous, I admire you! I admire you! I will make arrangements now and ensure that the letter is delivered to General Wang Shen!"

While speaking, the old man jumped out of the carriage. Before he could step towards the group of men who were roasting fire and eating meat, he put a steel knife on his neck.

"Don't move! Otherwise, you'll open your mouth around your neck!"

The old man was in a cold sweat and was about to cry for help when a cold steel knife stabbed into his mouth.

"Woooooo!"

"Uncle Second! Are you outside?" The young man couldn't help but ask when he heard something.

Suddenly! The carriage swayed, the car door was pushed open, and a man wrapped in armor came in.

"The third young master is right! The incident of your smuggling grassland quota has happened!" The cold voice made the third young master want to scream immediately, but after seeing the steel crossbow in the man's hand, he decisively closed his mouth.

It took a long time to squeeze out a few words from your mouth: "Bloodthirsty Devil?"

Hu Zicang lifted his armor and showed a cold smile and said, "That's right! The third son of the Fan family! I need some horses, I wonder if the third son can give up?"

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"Captain! We have been running for a long time, and the Tatars shouldn't be able to catch up!" Xiao Shitou said loudly, shaking the reins.

Hu Zicang jumped out of the bumpy carriage, breathed a few breaths and said, "Not necessarily! We burned the entire Fan family convoy, and the losses were not only the merchants who smuggled the grassland. The Tatars in the Fried Flower Department might be mad. It would be strange if they didn't chase us!"

"Captain! If you ask me, you are still too kind. The unscrupulous businessmen who smuggled the grassland like the Fan family should be done with one knife, so as to save the Tartars and harm us wise people!" Mazi covered her injured arm and said angrily.

Hu Zicang shook his head and said, "It is easy to kill a third son of the Fan family, but there are too many merchants smuggling the grassland, how many can we kill?

Let’s leave this matter to the adults! Let’s go to Hat Mountain first! Maybe we can catch up with the war!”

Just as they were talking, hundreds of cavalry suddenly appeared in front of them. Xiao Shitou pulled the reins and stopped the chariot.

The sudden appearance of the cavalry did not launch an attack. The leader came to the chariot, took off his helmet, exposed his shaved scalp, bent down and said, "Nurhaci, Jianzhou, has seen several adults!"
Chapter completed!