"You have hidden far enough, so it's really easy to find me!"

Lu Da touched the sweat on his bald head, looked at Chen Sheng and Zhang Jian, and smiled. Fortunately, he came here in person. Otherwise, if someone else had changed, he would have to spend a lot of time to contact them.

"Isn't this what my second brother ordered? Don't confront those Tartars for the time being."

Chen Sheng felt a little embarrassed. They hid nearly fifty miles away, and it was indeed a bit far away, but he immediately asked, "Brother Lu, where is Yue'er Haizi, my second brother has succeeded!"

“That’s natural.”

Lu Da immediately explained the situation of Yue'er Haizi in detail, and heard it, Chen Sheng and Zhang Jian were both amazed, "This battle is very exciting, so next..."

"The master plans to continue to ambush in Tuoshan. When you take the Tartar camp, we will block those Tartars."

Listening to Lu Da's words, Zhang Jian and Chen Sheng hurriedly drew a simple map on the ground. If Borot got the news that his nest was copied, he would probably be rushing back from Tuoshan, and they would really be able to catch turtles in a jar.

"I know, we will advance to the camp, so we will send doubts to the army."

Zhang Jian immediately understood what they should do next. The army of the Mengkesh forces was outside, and the Khan King Borot was a cunning man. They needed to cooperate with the high-ranking master to perform a big show.

"Send the order and let all the centurions come over to discuss matters."

Chen Sheng had already issued orders at this time, and Lu Da did not interfere. When he came, the master said that he only needed to tell Chen Sheng and Zhang Jian about Yue'er Haizi's situation, and that they would decide on their own when they were on the spot.

...

In the Tuoshan camp and in the central army's tent, Borot was no longer as calm as usual. He looked at the group of people kneeling on the ground and looked embarrassed. His chest was undulating like a bellows pulled up, and his old face was abnormally red. He was walking irritably.

"Maobasi, all of them died, and five hundred people were defeated by more than two hundred Ming troops. Do you think I am so confused?"

Borot's voice was low, and his sinister eyes were staring at the people kneeling on the ground.

"Prince, it was Chaganbala who brought the Ming army. He said that you were ambushed by the Ming army and wanted to mobilize the troops from the department to come to you. Maobasi and the others believed his lies and were directly killed by the Ming army who pretended to be his personal guard in front of the camp."

"Yes, those Ming troops are all heavy cavalry covered in armor. We can't defeat them at all. Chaganbala said again, "Your Majesty, you have already..."

"When we escaped, Chaganbala was still in the Killing Department..."

The big tent was in a turmoil. Even if the Khan, Borot, was usually powerful, had Yue'er Haizi's nest been copied by the Ming army, so how could those noble people below sit still?

"Prince, we have to go back quickly. If we go too late, it will be too late..."

"Yes, Prince, I, Ada and the others finally sacrificed their lives to escape back to report the news."

Looking at the tent that was noisy, even Borot lost his composure. In the past few years, except for the Huoluo Chi tribe attacked by the Ming army, his Mengkesh tribe was the first to be invincible.

"That rebellious son, that little beast!"

I thought that it was his youngest son who led the Ming army to raid the old nest, and when he heard the news that the few people who escaped to report the news, the little beast actually called him the Khan King. Did he treat him as a dead person? Borot cursed, and then looked at the people kneeling on the ground, with a ferocious expression, "Are you pigs? Wouldn't you gather the troops and kill the Ming army?"

"Prince, we are wronged. Our troops are only old and weak. After Maobasi and the others died, Chaganbala surrendered the remaining troops. The heavy cavalry of the Ming army can fight very well. We really have no choice!"

Someone who was kneeling on the ground cried and said, "Borot just wanted to kill them to vent his anger, but at this time he had to worry about the people in the big tent. At this moment, soldiers suddenly rushed in outside the big tent and said, "Prince, there are Ming troops outside."

"What!"

Borot looked up suddenly, and the big tent was even more messy. Some people said they would go back to Yue'er Haizi immediately, and some people said they would fight the Ming army first. The noisy sound made Borot's head hurt.

"Enough, why are you panic? I'm not dead yet!"

With Borot's old roar, the nobles and Taiji in the tent disappeared, and all looked at the Khan who looked like an old man.

"Click all your troops and follow me out of the camp to see."

Borot scolded, and then asked his guards to wear armor for him. As for the old men kneeling on the ground who escaped from Yue'er Haizi to report the news, they asked them to stay at their own sons.

...

"Babe, Yue'er Haizi is really gone?"

After leaving the tent, a young man, Taiji, welcomed his father back, and then asked anxiously, "Where are Baoyin and the others, they are still..."

Looking at his son with anxiety on his face, the old Taiji glanced at the Taiji in the ministry around him, all of whom returned to the camp in panic, but lowered his voice and said, "Your mother and women and children are all fine, but..."

Listening to A Da's words, the expression of the middle-aged Taiji changed a lot, "Bad, you want to..."

"Shut up, you stupid guy, want to die!"

Lao Taiji shouted softly and grabbed his son with two hundred soldiers and said, "Our whole family lives in the hands of others. Could it be that you will also give your mother and mother the life of the old thing Borot."

"But dad, that's Ming Jun..."

"You know, if the old ghost Borot hadn't provoked the Ming army first, how could we... Besides, Chaganbala, the middle school of the Ministry, has become the new Khan King, which is also our opportunity? If you don't do it, there will be others to do it. Could it be that you still want our whole family to bury the old ghost Borot with you?"

Lao Taiji cursed with a grudge that the eldest son is strong and strong, but his mind is as stupid as a big stupid cow. He heard from the surrendered ten husbands in Yue'er Haizi that the warrior who was invincible in Ming's general who could fall down the strong cow was strangled to death after being captured alive.

There are also those Ming soldiers wearing heavy armor, all of whom were tall and majestic brave warriors. He saw with his own eyes that the Qixue army, who was less than 200 around Borot, could fight, and what could it be for?

The young man Taiji looked at two other companions not far away and were chatting with their dad quietly. Then he knew that his dad was right. He didn't do it, but some of them were doing it. So he made up his mind, "Dad, can Chaganbala believe what he said?"

"You can believe that General Gao of the Ming Dynasty is a keeping his word. Chaganbala promised us a few of us in front of General Gao."

Old Taiji thought about what he saw in the sweat tent that day, and looked at his eldest son who was still hesitant, gritted his teeth and said harshly.

"Babe, my son knows what to do."

It took nearly a quarter of an hour before Borot led the troops from the camp out of the camp. Then he saw the horses lined up with flags in front of him. He was also fighting an old battle. Looking around, he guessed that there were more than a thousand cavalry.

"Prince, let's retreat, right?"

Borot said someone, and then the other Taijis who didn't want to continue dragging here also said, "Yes, Prince, if we are dragged here, the old camp will be lost."

...

Chen Sheng and Zhang Jian stood side by side. He looked at the Tartars team that was crowded with black and white horses, and his hands holding the reins were covered in cold sweat. "You said that old ghost Borot, can we be fooled by us?"

Although the ten hundred households of Shuofang Army have been trained in a bit over the past few days, Chen Sheng is still unsure if he really wants to fight.

"What are you afraid of? That old ghost is more afraid than us. If he is really a brave man, he will have a radius of hundreds of miles a few days ago, and he will find us to eat our soldiers."

Zhang Jian's face was full of excitement like a gambler. He believed that his judgment would not be wrong. The Tartars must be clamoring to withdraw their troops at the moment. The old nest was raided by the high man, so they had no intention of continuing to confront them or even fighting with them here.

...

Borot was shaken in his heart. When he knew that his lair had been raided, he was completely panicked, but soon he realized that this might be an opportunity to take down the Ming army camp. After all, if he retreated his troops back to Yue'er Haizi like this, this trip would be in vain and would greatly damage his prestige in the army.

But seeing that the Ming army opposite had nearly a thousand soldiers, Borot was silent. He didn't believe that a mere hundred households in the Ming Dynasty could produce so many soldiers. The troops on the opposite side were arranged in a uniform and disciplined manner. Even if his soldiers were twice as many soldiers as the opposite side, the people were uneven. If this fight was really a fight, it would be hard to predict victory or defeat!

"Prince, this war is not possible. What should the old camp do if our troops are trapped here?"

Hearing the words coming from his side, he looked back at his turbulent soldiers. Borot said with a pale face, "Go back to the camp to avoid the battle, let's withdraw our troops overnight."

"The prince is wise."

With Borot's order, the Taiji people also led their troops back to the camp. At this time, the Ming army opposite suddenly moved. The cavalry teams of cavalry charged over and until less than a hundred steps in front of the camp, they bent their bows and archers on the horse, and then pulled their horses back.

The ten hundred households of the Shuofang Army, as they usually trained, shot volleys in front of the camp of the Mengkeshli army, and then rode their horses neatly and turned along the right wing.

The noble Taiji, who were retreating to the camp, were shocked when the ten hundred-houses of the Ming army opposite charged and fired arrows in sequence. At least the orderly cavalry level advancement, they asked themselves that the troops in the army would never be able to do it. They thought that the hundred-houses of the Ming Dynasty were fat sheep, but now it seemed that they were clearly a tiger in sheepskin. For a moment, the morale in the camp was extremely depressed, and the Taiji and his son who had decided to betray Borot were even more determined.

...

Looking at the Shuofang Army who followed the order to charge and shoot and retreated, Zhang Jian looked at the camp of the Mengkesh power troops who had no movement after retreating, and couldn't help but turn to Chen Sheng beside him, "It seems that we are a bit overestimating the Tartars of the Mengkesh power troops. I think we may not lose even if we really fight head-on with them."
Chapter completed!