Chapter 13: Chasing ()

Going south from Haishan Pass, you will be in the heart of the Central Plains with a flat horse.

Zhuo Bufan led a mere 200 men to chase more than 1,000 remnants of Tartars, and never thought about how dangerous it would be if the other party killed a retaliation. This was the most elite cavalry of the Tartars, not a refugee bandit.

However, it was obvious that the Tartars had no intention of fighting. They left the south gate, rushed out of the mountain road, and then turned northwest to run.

"Mr. Xing Qian, where are the Tartars going?" Most of the combined memories are capable of stealing and flirting with flowers and grass, and they know very little about the grand view of this world.

"Returning to Lord Zhuo, they should be taking a detour to Mongolia and returning to the outside of the pass. There is a place called Sanhezi, three hundred miles west. The Tatars had detoured there and approached the capital."

Mongolia? As Zhuo Bufan comes into contact with this world more, the strange feeling becomes more obvious. From the beginning of hearing the name of the Tartars, I always feel something is wrong. It is very familiar, but I can't get the clue. Tartars? I remember that in some movies and TV series I have watched, this should be the name of the Han people for the Qing Dynasty. If it was that dynasty, wouldn't it be the late Ming Dynasty? It's not right. Then, based on my own memory, if it was really that period, Haishan Pass should be called Shanhai Pass.

Thinking of this, Zhuo Bufan suddenly strangled the horse. It was very important to figure out this matter. It might help him rescue Bai Bing, because if it was really the late Ming Dynasty that he knew, he could use his mobile phone to make targeted preparations, and everything would be much easier.

After searching on your phone, Zhuo Bufan was even more confused. Involving the major events in his memory, it should be that the late Ming Dynasty was on the eve of the collapse of internal and external troubles in the late Ming Dynasty. Several major events that he knew in this world, such as the Battle of the Defeat of the Pass twenty years ago, were completely in line with the history of the late Ming Dynasty in his previous life, but it was different. For example, this place is not called Daming but Dahua Kingdom, Shanhaiguan is called Haishanguan, and the general guarding Shanhaiguan was not Wu Sangui, but Wu Sijian. Damn, what's going on?

Although he is still confused, Zhuo Bufan has already confirmed that the geography of this world is basically the same as his original world. As for history, it is very likely that there are similarities, but it is not the case and it still takes time to verify it.

Thinking of this, Zhuo Bufan thought of the well-known Li Chuang Wang Miming and Wu Sangui who led Qing into the Pass. When Wu Sangui led Qing into the Pass, Zhuo Bufan was furious. Although the Ming emperors were incompetent and political corruption led to destruction, Wu Sangui actually let the Tartars enter the Pass because of his grudges with Li Chuang, and handed over the great rivers and mountains of the Han people, which was really hateful. What made him most frustrated was that 400,000 Manchus ruled 120 million Han people for hundreds of years, locked in the country, and looked down on technology and ignoring the complacency of the people, which made the majestic China lag behind the development process of the world, and directly led to the well-known shame and humiliation of a century and a half.

Damn, if this is true, I must not let this happen. However, this place was not the Ming Dynasty, and it is still unknown whether this would really happen. It is the big thing in front of you to find a way to rescue Bai Bing first.

With preliminary analysis, Zhuo Bufan quickly searched for the nearby topographic map. Sure enough, there were many mountain passes and rivers three hundred miles west, with complex terrain, which was the path to steal into the Central Plains. Zoom in the map and wanted to find a place suitable for interception, but suddenly a warning popped up, "Your battery is already seriously insufficient. Please charge it in time and will automatically turn off the phone later. Thank you. "Ah, thank you, mom, I just felt the benefits of the phone, and just found that the phone was magical to access the Internet. I just understood how great the mobile phone could bring to me, but it was out of power. Oh my God.

According to common sense, there is still one minute before the forced shutdown, Zhuo Bufan decisively gave up and continued to query the terrain. His brain was running quickly, electricity, electricity, when it was out of power, it had to be charged, if it was out of power, it had to be generated, electricity, electricity, electricity generation, manual power generation, hand-cranking flashlight, damn, hand-cranked power generation, it seems that he had learned these things in physics classes in his previous life.

There are quite a few quickly inputting "homemade hand-crank charging". When a page was opened, several pictures appeared, and Zhuo Bufan quickly glanced at it. Although it was very simple, it was not primitive enough, and it also required capacitors and other things. How could these be possible in ancient times? When I browsed the last picture, I felt a move in my heart. An extremely simple hand-crank power generator appeared. There was no capacitor voltage stabilization, just a wooden frame, something that looked like a coil, two wires, and the picture was marked below, "Taliban's homemade mobile phone charger". Damn, it's awesome.

As soon as the screen dimmed, the phone was turned off. Zhuo Bufan regretted putting it away, secretly glading his urgency at the last moment just now. With the information I had inquired, he had the confidence to bring the phone back to life. Cutting the magnetic wires of the coil to generate electricity is the knowledge he had learned. The picture shows that this simple device is feasible. As for the issue of voltage stabilization, just pay attention to the speed as stable as possible and should be able to charge. As for how to make it, there is always a way, let's talk about it then.

Let’s put the matter on your phone first, and we still have to solve the problem of this remnant Tartar soldiers. Zhuo Bufan just wants to rescue Bai Bing as soon as possible.

Although I did not find a suitable interception location in the terrain query just now, it was seen that the Tartar soldiers did not go straight to the Sanhe Fork. If they could find a closer way, they could block their way in front of the Tartars.

"Mr. Xing Qian, slow down and continue chasing, and at the same time, release the scouts, find the nearest village, and report it immediately."

Xing Tianhu didn't ask why he slowed down. Now he has completely admired the young general.

General Xing Qian was about to arrange the order when he received the order. He was stunned for a moment and asked strangely: "Scout?"

"Uh, the tongue is wrong, it's just a look at the horse."

At this time, with these slight delays, the vague movements of the remaining Tartar soldiers in front had been lost. The two horses were rotated, and Zhuo Bufan and his party did not catch up with the Tartar cavalry. It can be seen that the difference in riding skills is almost impossible to follow behind and catch up with the horse-backed nation that is blindly escaping.

The Zhuo Family Army Brigade had not kept up. It was almost noon. From the early morning, a thrilling life-and-death battle began. Then he chased after the tail. The negative feelings such as slowing down, hunger and fatigue became clear. However, Xing Tianhu and others are veterans who have been through the battlefield for a long time. This little difficulty was really a drizzle, and the saddest one was the eldest young master Zhuo Bufan.

Although the chest injury is not serious, it also loses a lot of blood. How could he have experienced such hard work in his past and present? Now, his whole body is sore and his abdomen is like thunder. He has no dry food on his body and his head is also drowsy.

A horse ran over quickly, and the horseman reported loudly: "General, there is a village in front of him."

Zhuo Bufan was wandering around immediately at this moment, confused and unresponsive.

Xing Tianhu looked at it in surprise, but was extremely moved. The general was young and had never been to the battlefield. After being injured, he commanded the battle all night and led the team to pursue the Tartars. It was really hard. Suddenly, in his heart, in addition to admiring the young general's amazing talent, he also had a kind of respect that could practice with a body of a thousand gold and not fear hardships.

The spy shouted again anxiously: "Report to the general, there is a village ahead, and the Tartars are burning and killing him. Please tell me!"

The Tartars woke up the confused Zhuo Bufan. He looked up and saw that a wisp of black smoke was rising in the distance ahead.

The enemy situation made everyone feel energetic, and they did not bring dry food, and the same was true for the Tartars. At this moment, they must be looting Han villages to supplement them. This kind of thing is very common for these horse-backed nations who are accustomed to guerrillas.

The whereabouts of the Tartars made Zhuo Bufan a little dilemma. The brigade had not been able to catch up yet. If the Tartars were in the front, the two hundred soldiers would not be able to go to the front immediately? The battle at Haishan Pass was really special. Both sides had similar forces, and their side used a chain of tricks and a perverted killing weapon, and at the same time they occupied an absolute advantage. Even so, they could not wipe out the opponent. Now they had to fight against more than one thousand elite Tartar cavalry with two hundred soldiers, which was similar to seeking death. No matter how bad it was, it was a disaster.

Not up? At the current speed of the Tartars, I can't catch up with it with all my strength. When the brigade comes up, I'm afraid I won't even be able to eat the other party's horse hoof ashes.

Damn, no matter what, follow up and take a look first. At that moment, Zhuo Bufan made up his mind to withdraw his horse and turn to the direction where the black smoke rose.

Along the way, Zhuo Bufan sent three cavalry to contact the brigade behind him, and at the same time, he changed his way of travel when approaching the target.

The troops were in a slight position, and the best way was to secretly cover up and fight for it to surprise. Therefore, Zhuo Bufan ordered the column to be lengthened and the more horses he brought together to let a small team follow him, while the others followed him in batches according to the team, and gathered after approaching the Tartars. In this way, the Tartars could not detect the movements of their own team in advance.

The spy led the way, Zhuo Bufan led the first team to stop in a small valley a few miles away from the village.

This place is surrounded by the mountains in the north and the hilly plain in the south. There is no dangerous place that can limit the advantages of the Tatar cavalry. However, this era is not like my previous life, I still needed artificial trees and forests. There are wild mountains and forests everywhere, and farmland is dotted in it, which can hide the mere two hundred soldiers on my side.

Using this place as a gathering and resting place, Zhuo Bufan ordered others to rest here, and took Xing Tianhu and Zhou Tong alone to investigate the enemy situation.

Without riding a horse, Zhuo Bufan and his men quietly approached the place where the black smoke rose with the help of the forest. At this moment, they could smell the burnt smell in the air, and they could vaguely hear the screams and sorrows that broke out.

Pointing his head out of a forest on a low mound, a village located in a gentle depression appeared in front of him.
Chapter completed!