Chapter 1407 Fat Sheep, Target

Thank you Lord for the reward!

Thanks to the book friends: "The Boat on the River" for the rewards!

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There was turmoil ahead, and Atai led his bodyguards and galloped quickly from the right.

At this time, there was a loud shout in front of him, and Ah Tai swayed on the horse's back, almost falling off.

He slowed down the horse, slowly came to the front, then opened his mouth and couldn't close it anymore.

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Two square arrays are in front of them. Under the bright sunlight, those warriors covered in plate armor look like...

"This is the army of Hades!"

Hissed a Thousand Household Officer, trying to control his horse. But behind him, the cavalry didn't have this ability, and were frightened by the two formations that appeared on the grassland as if out of thin air.

"They moved! They moved!"

Even though they knew it was Jubao Mountain Guard, they were silent all the time, and the motionless array still shocked these Tatars greatly.

Someone in front of the array shouted, and then the two arrays turned in unison.

"They left?"

"Is this the Ming army? Is this the demon god's command?"

Even if he had seen it before, this eerie array still made Atai shake his head.

He felt that as long as he had 10,000 people, he could traverse the grasslands.

Zhong Ding also followed, looking at the array slowly moving forward, he stroked his beard reservedly and said: "My lord, they will open the way for you this way, and all those who stand in the way will be ruthlessly destroyed, follow up. "

Atai's complexion was a bit complicated, and after a moment, he turned around and shouted: "This is Jubaoshanwei, let me tell you, they will accompany us all the way to Xinghebao!"

The news passed along the way, and cheers resounded through the sky.

All doubts about the road ahead were eliminated, and the cheerful herdsmen even rode their own horses and rushed forward with the children to see the legendary army of demon gods.

With muskets on their shoulders and neat footsteps, more than two thousand people were moving like two giants. The herdsmen were stunned by the scene.

"Sure enough, it is the Kingdom of Heaven!"

"Scary! That Demon God lives up to his reputation!"

"Fortunately, we are members of Daming now. Otherwise, facing this kind of army, we don't need to fight, just surrender."

"I want to be a fighter like this when I grow up!"

The vision of a child makes everyone a little bit at a loss.

Who are we?

"We are considered wise people now or..."

No one knew, they looked at the array moving ahead, and then looked at the bright people beside A Tai, their eyes were full of pride at this moment!

Zhong Ding smiled slightly, and said triumphantly: "My lord, these are just two thousand-household offices in Jubaoshanwei, but they have...five of them! And this trip is only a little worse than Jubaoshanwei. Xuanwu Guards, and five thousand cavalry, does the prince think that it is possible to defeat such a powerful army by taking pleasure in it?"

A Tai blurted out: "No!"

Shen Yang looked at the array moving forward at the end of the sky, and said proudly: "There are still such guards in the Ming Dynasty, and there will be more in the future. The Ming Dynasty will be the real kingdom of heaven."

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"The Tatars are migrating to Xinghebao?"

Ba Gen grabbed the scout's lapel and asked in a rude manner.

The scout's lips were split open, and a bloody scar was formed. He also felt that what he saw was not real.

Large-scale migrations on the grasslands almost represent fat sheep on the road.

The scout licked the bloody scar and said, "My lord, yes, all the Tatars have already been dispatched. The migrating team is like a big river, with no end in sight."

"How can Ah Tai have such courage?"

Ba Gen let go of his hand, a little caught off guard and frustrated.

The scout said: "My lord, the two thousand households of the Ming people are the first, and they are all firearms."

Bagen nodded and asked, "How far are they from Xinghebao?"

"Three hundred miles, my lord."

"Three hundred miles..."

Bagen closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he shouted: "The whole army is dispatched!"

"grown ups!"

Someone persuaded: "My lord, those are two thousand households! The demon god's subordinates should not be treated as usual."

Ba Gen sneered and said, "Can such a long migration team and two thousand-households hold such a large place? Let's find a place to bite and see how exhausted they are!"

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In the early morning of the third day, the scouts successfully located the Tatars.

"It's very long, like a big snake."

The scout's description was very interesting, Bagen nodded, and then turned to look at his subordinates.

Below the hillside, more than 10,000 cavalrymen quietly lined up behind him.

According to the route of the Tatars, this will be their only way.

"My lord, there are estimated to be tens of thousands of Tatar cavalry!"

A commander drove over and expressed his worries.

Ba Gen looked at these subordinates who used to be confident when conquering weak tribes, but now most of them looked worried, and said, "What about ten thousand, can they still protect so many people? It's the same sentence, find If there is a gap, rush in and drive those herdsmen to attack."

This is an old tactic, the same as driving the captives to attack the city.

"Let's cheer up, if we can crush the Tatars, we will win this battle."

Bagen doesn't like the army that can only be effective after agitation, but at this moment, he can only turn into a queen woman, talking tirelessly.

"Once the Tatars are defeated, that demon god will be unlucky, understand? The people of the Ming Dynasty boasted that they were the kingdom of heaven, but they couldn't keep their vassals.

Ba Gen was satisfied to see that the morale of his subordinates was gradually improving. He finally said: "This is the purpose of our stay here. As long as we attract Emperor Ming, it will be a great achievement!"

The people on the grassland were scattered, and only by rewarding meritorious service could they unite the people, so what Bagen said suddenly made the Wala people look more ambitious.

"Think of the sheep that those men brought with them, that was all the wealth of the Tartars."

Bagen gave him a wink, and someone immediately started bewitching him.

"When the time comes, we will take the cart and the captives to the depths of the grassland. Can the demon god still fly? At that time, 30%! 30% of the harvest will be yours!"

Money touches people's hearts, and the ambition in those eyes suddenly turned into fanaticism, snorting, like a demon that just crawled out of the ground, looking for food.

Ba Gen was very satisfied with the effect, and he ordered in a low voice: "Send out scouts to investigate the movements of the Xinghe Baoming Army. Once troops are dispatched, report back immediately. The first scout to report back will be rewarded."

So the scouts kept setting off and coming back again and again, and the latest news came one after another.

The next day, the news continued.

"My lord, there is no movement from the Xinghebao Ming army."

"My lord, the Tartars are thirty miles from here."

"My lord, there is still no movement in Xinghebao."

"..."

Bargen is like a statue, despite countless news, he stands still.

"My lord, the Tatar scouts are ten miles from here."

Ba Gen was finally moved by this news. He closed his eyes and ordered: "Retreat, wait until their brigade arrives."