The blood was not cold yet, and the little prince was receiving the warriors sent by the scattered tribes around him in the Red Salt Lake.

At this time, he had already taken over the position of Old Khan, the real king of this grassland, and the real leader of various tribes.

The so-called warriors are only three or four hundred, and the few are only a dozen, and they are both old and weak. This is very obvious that they are still under the power of the Ming Dynasty. They dare not blatantly resist the old empire, but they dare not resist their summons, and sent some scattered people to perfunctorily. They are more waiting and watching, and more opportunistic.

For such a situation, the little prince who is already the leader of this tribe did not blame them too much because he also had it in his heart. This time he went to Huang Taiji, he was also thinking of waiting and taking shortcuts.

Although Huang Taiji made a vow to announce that he said that he would lead the Mongolian tribes to enter the Ming Dynasty, make Emperor Chongzhen surrender, and then give out a huge amount of compensation to everyone, no one in Mongolia would really take such promises seriously. The Ming Dynasty was so easy to fight? The Ming Dynasty emperors did not surrender. Originally, they were, but now they are still.

However, it is still possible to follow the powerful Dajin to enter the prosperous Jingji area of ​​the Ming Dynasty.

After victory, I snatched a fierce battle around the capital and strengthened my tribe's strength. If I failed, I ran away early, at least I would not suffer too much loss.

My first task is to receive 150,000 stones of grain transported by the Eight Great Masters of the Central Plains, and then protect this batch of grain to Liaodong.

He had decided to first withhold 10,000 stones of food and transport it back to his tribe, which was considered his hard-earned money. In this batch of supplies, there were two thousand iron pots. Just this batch of goods sold to other tribes was enough to obtain enough cattle and sheep.

When escorting this batch of food, you can eat and drink it even more without spending any money on it. There is no such good deal in the world.

Looking up at the moon setting in the west in the sky, the little prince couldn't help but frown and asked to the guards beside him: "The agreed time has passed long ago. Has the Fan family's fleet not yet arrived at the dock?"

The guard symbolically looked towards the dock, and it was still silent. He replied: "The Fan family's fleet has not come yet." Then he carefully suggested: "Is there something unexpected happening in the middle? Should we respond?"

The little prince pondered for a moment: "Although they vowed to ensure the safety of the journey, it is necessary for us to go over and pick it up. Let's do this, and immediately send an order. Five thousand soldiers have been rectified and follow me south to pick up the fleet."

The personal guard immediately reminded: "There are so many chariots and horses here, should we keep some soldiers and horses to protect?"

Regarding the reminder of this personal guard, the little prince thought it was absolutely stupid: "In the grassland, our enemies are all the tribes of our Mongolians. Now the surrounding tribes are involved, where are there any enemies? Don't say anything, follow me and go south to support the fleet." Then he rushed south, and faced the warriors around him and shouted: "I did this, but it was just a favor. The Ming army has no ability to protect themselves, so dare to come out to make trouble? A joke."

Five thousand men and horses came straight to the south with relaxed laughter.

In the darkness in the distance, the spies from the Jinyiwei came to report again: "The enemy's brigade has gone south, and only the coachman and carriage are left around the dock of the Red Salt Lake."

When Zhao Xing heard this, he ordered Mao Shouyi beside him without hesitation: "Down fireworks, attack--" and then he was the first to pull out the Xiuchun sword and rushed out.

A firework rose into the air, and Wang Shenglin, on the other side, immediately pulled out the Xiuchun sword and ordered loudly to his subordinates: "Kill the Tartars and rush—"

As the fireworks flew, soldiers from both east and west immediately turned into two sharp swords and rushed towards the Red Salt Lake Wharf.

The Hongyan Lake pier was densely filled with Mongolians preparing to carry supplies. They either gathered together to chat or lie on the rumbling cart to sleep soundly to gather their strength.

Suddenly, a brilliant firework flew up, and a gorgeous flower exploded in the dark sky. The huge flower light illuminated the chaotic pier. This made the Mongolians who rarely saw this kind of beautiful, all looked up to the sky, sighing and cheering.

However, before their cheers fell, there were rumbling horse hooves on both sides of the north and south, and the loud shouts of killing were earth-shaking.

Everyone was shocked, and it took a long time to react: "It was the Han people's shouting to kill, it was the Han people who came here to kill."

The tribes who had not been invaded by the Ming Dynasty for hundreds of years were immediately furious. Some of them ran in panic, but there were people in chaos and panic everywhere, and there were carriages everywhere, and there was no place to run. Some were looking for weapons everywhere to resist, but this time they were here to transport supplies, and there was nothing but a horse whip.

Two men rushed out of the darkness, and the Xiuchun Knife flashed. They killed everyone, slashed everyone, and killed everyone, for a moment, and killed blood flowed into rivers and corpses everywhere.

But after a period of impact, they were blocked by rumbling carts, ox, donkeys, and mules everywhere, and could no longer rush.

Zhao Xing pulled up a torch without hesitation and threw it into the dense rumbling cart.

The subordinates followed suit, grabbed the torches one by one, and threw them into the group of big trucks.

The torch fell, igniting the hay prepared for the animals, and the fire rose. The ignited animals were frightened and flies ran around like headless flies. But there were too many cars and horses, and it became even more chaotic. The ignited trolleys turned into fire chariots after fire, igniting the surrounding things or people into torches after torches. One by one, the firemen wanted to escape, but the dense trolleys blocked their way out for escape, and were engulfed by the fire in a blink of an eye. But in a short while, the dock of Red Salt Lake turned into a sea of ​​fire.

The violently burning fire forced Zhao Xing and their brothers out, and they could only kill the survivors who escaped from the outside.

At this time, He Renlong rushed to Zhao Xing: "Sir, with the fire here, the five thousand Tartars who went south will definitely return to save them. It is estimated that they will go out for more than fifty miles, then turn back and run for fifty miles, one hundred miles, and they are already exhausted. This is our good opportunity."

A famous general is a famous general. In this blink of an eye, he seized the opportunity of the fighter.

Zhao Xing made a quick decision: "Leave these burnt people away, we will go south immediately, take advantage of the exhaustion of the Tartars army and take advantage of their panic, we will kill him unexpectedly."

The generals agreed.

Zhao Xing held the restless war horse and ordered loudly to the soldiers: "Facing with the enemy, rush away, and you must not be entangled with them. Then we go north, attract the enemy north, and buy time for our transport team."

"Yes--" The generals agreed and rushed south without hesitation.

While following the team south, Zhao Xingyi shouted to Cui Yan who followed him closely: "Hurry back to the team, you don't need you here."

Cui Yan retorted without hesitation: "I want to follow you, I want to protect you."

"Go back, this is an order." Zhao Xing yelled fiercely.
Chapter completed!