The little prince was heading south leisurely, preparing to pick up Fan Wenjie's fleet and give him personal favors. As a result, he had already left Hongyan Lake for fifty miles, but he had not seen the fleet yet. At that time, the little prince couldn't help but frown. According to the time and distance, the fleet should have arrived at this place long ago. Could something really have happened?

It seems that you have to speed up and you have to see what's going on.

At this moment, the sky behind us lit up, and everyone looked up and saw a brilliant firework, rising above the Red Salt Lake in the north. It was fifty miles away, and it still made people feel its splendor.

The little prince looked up and couldn't help but be surprised. This was definitely not what he did for the Mongolians, because the Mongolians absolutely did not have such things.

"Who set off the fireworks, what does it mean?"

As a result, when he was wondering, a young warrior suddenly shouted at him: "Look, why is the sky so bright in the direction of the Red Salt Lake?

The little prince sat on the horse and turned around suddenly. Sure enough, under the flat horizon, the sky in the direction of the Red Salt Lake in his old nest was as bloody as fire.

"No, the enemy attacked, something happened to Hongyan Lake. This must be a tribe who coveted the wealth of its Hongyan Lake Wharf and launched a sneak attack. Everyone had it, turn the horse's head and rescue the Hongyan Lake." All the Mongolian cavalry immediately turned the horse's head and ran wildly towards the Hongyan Lake. The war horses ran, and the distance of fifty miles could be reached almost in one hour. When there were about ten miles left, the little prince could already feel the scorching fire. With the wind coming south, the strange smell of barbecue made his heart completely panicked.

Such a fire was burning in those densely packed rumbling convoys. It was so tragic that the convoys they had worked hard to organize were probably completely burned out.

"Hurry, speed up, how much can you get out." The little prince gave the order loudly.

The warriors were also red in their eyes, because there were their relatives and parents in the fire scene, so why weren't they anxious? They were whipping the war horses with a whip, causing the war horses to run wildly.

Just as the five thousand warriors were running desperately, suddenly, two cavalrymen, waving their sharp steel swords, rushed out of the darkness in a quiet voice, and directly rushed towards the waist of the Mongolian cavalry team that had already pulled a long line while running.

The three-eyed musket of the Tiqi brothers roared, and the scorching lead roared out, and in a blink of an eye it shot into the cucumber without armor protection. The lead that almost became liquid tear the tendons and ripped it. When it encountered the bones, it immediately turned, stirred in the body, and then exploded a hole as big as a bowl on the other side.

Even if it does not hit the vital point, it will tear the tendons and collaterals, disrupting the flesh and blood, and causing the enemy to lose combat effectiveness in an instant.

Three guns were released, and the muskets were hung up. Immediately pick up the stringed crossbows, five hundred crossbows, and tens of thousands of crossbow arrows rushed towards the enemy group like locusts. In a blink of an eye, the enemy's formation was cut into two sections.

He Renlong's long flying dance and charged quickly with three hundred personal soldiers. They did not have the excellent equipment of the Ti Cavalry, but they had the courage to fight. They followed the firepower of the Ti Cavalry brothers and rushed directly into the enemy's team and launched a ruthless killing on the enemy.

Zhao Xing rushed into the enemy group with his embroidered sword. Before the enemy could wake up from the sudden blow, Zhao Xing massacred them. But whenever his knife slashed at an enemy, a flower gun took the life of the enemy like a spirit snake. Whenever he faced an enemy who was slashed, the flower gun took the life of the enemy like lightning, making Zhao Xing safe. In the end, Zhao Xing gave up killing the enemy, but focused on observing the battlefield in the charge and issued the most correct instructions to the brothers who charged.

The anxious little prince in front stared at the red salt lake where the fire was soaring. He did not hear the fighting in the team behind him. It was not until the dense sound of muskets that awakened him. The horse was galloping and could only turn around and observe. He saw two sharp swords inserted into his team, and in a blink of an eye, he cut off his formation in half, and then almost slaughtered the warriors in the back of the defenseless team.

The little prince was shocked at the time and was ambushed. However, the red salt lake with a blazing fire in front needs rescue, and the brothers who were raided and massacred behind also need rescue. Which one should I save first?

But in fact, he had no choice because the war horse that had been whipped up was unable to stop it. Once he forcibly stopped the war horse and turned around and rescued the brothers behind him, he would be in a ball and trampled on each other, which would be even more disaster.

The little prince made a decisive decision at the moment: "Don't worry about the back, let them entangle the enemy, and we will rescue the Red Salt Lake Wharf." This was his decision to rescue his old nest, but he was also a helpless decision carried by the war horses.

There were about 2,000 enemies cut off by Zhao Xing, and under the first attack of muskets and crossbows, less than 1,000 left. These Tatars, who were defenseless and traveling hundreds of miles, had suffered huge losses in both war horses and cavalry. Faced with the lively enemies, they could only fight back, and how could they have the power to fight back? Under the attack of He Renlong's troops in the hundreds of battles, under the attack of the Tianxia Cavalry armed to the teeth, the two thousand Tartars who were left behind were killed in a short time.

This is a great victory, a great victory for the Ming army against the Mongolian Tartars on this grassland in nearly a hundred years.

Zhao Xing rationally did not cheer for this victory, but directly ordered, "Snatch and collect all the enemy's war horses, make one man and two horses, and we go east and lead the enemy away."

The excitement of the victory over the death of the brothers, and everyone immediately gathered the horses of the unowned Mongolians on the battlefield, then roared eastward and ran away with great fanfare.

When the little prince rushed to the Red Salt Lake Pier, the fire here was almost extinguished. It was not because anyone saved the fire, but because the fire had already burned all the things that could be burned and automatically extinguished.

Thousands of rumbling carts and tens of thousands of tribal people were all buried in the sea of ​​fire. This is a family business that only many generations of Mongolians have accumulated. You must know that even if the grassland people buy a new tent, it will take several years to achieve it. As a result, the fire will be completely burned. If there is no external help, it will take at least ten or twenty years to recover.

"Who is it, who is it? I want to take revenge, I want to catch him and tear him to pieces." The little prince roared angrily in anger when facing the sky.

A little coach from his subordinate reminded anxiously: "King, our brothers in the second half are still isolated. Let's go and rescue them quickly."

Only then did the little prince remember that he was raided halfway, and the life and death of the brothers behind him was uncertain. "The whole person turned around, killed him, joined the brothers behind him, killed the enemy, and avenged our fathers and brothers."
Chapter completed!