Take the Warehouse To The Great Ming

The bonfire was crackling and burning, and everyone gathered around to keep warm, roasting the dried cakes and jerky in their hands by the way.

Wang Yan and Xiao Guwei are alone together, and they are analyzing the possible response of the Harlem and how to effectively avoid Harlem's ranger.

"The Harith’s wanderers are mainly in Yilibaoli, because if Da Ming wants to attack them, he will inevitably occupy the Yilibaoli city first and turn it into a place for storing food and grass."

The two of them turned their backs to the bonfire and whispered in the direction of Hare, but they didn't realize that Zhao Xing was coming behind.

"My lord." Xiao Guwei said: "Their rangers will be replaced. We don't know when they will be replaced, and we don't know where they are. We must send scouts to investigate."

"Master Xiao, the next official knows when they will be replaced."

Xiao Guwei turned around and looked at Zhao Xing displeasedly, and said, "From this moment on, if you leave my sight, I will chop off your head!"

Zhao Xing said in amazement: "My lord, subordinates are not spies, and they will not vote against the Harits."

"This is the rule."

Wang Yan's gaze was like a sharp blade, and he flicked across Zhao Xing's face: "If the rules are broken, that's suspicion!"

Zhao Xing said embarrassingly: "Yes, the next official knows what's wrong. But the next official really knows the day when they are replaced."

Wang Yan nodded and motioned to him.

"It’s been some time since the next official has cleaned the city. Every one and a half months, about 3,000 people of the Harit’s riders will set out to replace them, and then the same number of riders will come back, like three groups of people. Rotation."

"How often will this batch be replaced?"

Zhao Xing was calculating just now, and upon hearing this, he said: "There are about ten days left."

Xiao Guwei looked at Wang Yan and said with a solemn expression: "My lord, we must avoid them."

Wang Yan narrowed his eyes and looked into the distance, and said calmly: "The territory here is so big that more than 3,000 people still can't find us. The officer is thinking about chasing soldiers now."

"The meaty charm is here, and when we save people at this moment, it is equivalent to slapped a slap in the face. How could he give up."

Xiao Guwei said, "My lord, will Meiergan send an army?"

No matter how powerful the black thorn is, once it meets the encirclement of the army, it is also the end of a life of nine deaths.

Moreover, Fang Xing said at the beginning that the black thorns are not used for the army to rush into battle, but for a certain person or a certain target.

Wang Yan calmly analyzed and said: "Impossible! The meat is charming, and Zhuer can only make major things smaller. Otherwise, it will be ashamed. If the meat is charming, it will re-evaluate the relationship with Harley’s allies, and even turn into a wolf. Swallow Harley! Are you stupid? He can unify Harley. He naturally knows these relationships and will make the best choice, so the scale of our pursuit will not be very large."

Xiao Guwei's brows were frowned, and he looked worried.

"My lord, will they encounter Harley's Ranger?"

Zhao Xing didn't know who they were, but he didn't dare to ask.

Wang Yan said faintly: "More than three thousand people are nothing, but they're just afraid of getting rid of the grass, but they are coming soon."

He glanced at Zhao Xing and said, "Let those brothers rest earlier, and we will continue to set off later."

...

The night in the grassland is not quiet, there are wailing animals in the distance, and some inexplicable sounds, mostly wind.

The bonfire is still burning, this is Wang Yan's adventure.

The prisoners of war were a little weak, and in this season, the night in the grassland could freeze a normal person to death, so he took the risk to keep the bonfire at the cost of more than ten black thorns staring at the back to prevent the chasing troops from attacking.

"Set off!"

"Get up all! Hurry up!"

"Put out the bonfire!"

The black thorns don't need to greet them, they wake up as soon as the time comes, and then some people go to wake up the prisoners of war, and some go to put out the fire in an orderly manner.

Wang Yan looked at his subordinates and proudly said to Xiao Guwei: "This is Daming's number one army!"

Xiao Guwei smiled and said, "My lord, they say that Jubaoshan Guard is the best army in the world!"

Wang Yan said faintly: "Put down your firearms, the black thorns are invincible!"

...

The war horse is advancing slowly, this is nothing.

When purple appeared on the side of the day, Wang Yan stopped his escape.

Everyone quickly dismounted, not to rest, but to feed the horses.

Zhao Xing felt a little uneasy. He looked at the grassland under the morning sun and said, "My lord, go quickly."

Wang Yan also felt that the grassland at this time looked perilous, but people could survive, but war horses could not.

After repairing for a while, the group set off again.

Zhao Xing kept turning his head and looking to the rear, he always felt that he had a pair of eyes staring at him, his eyes gloomy.

At this moment, behind them, at a distance of more than ten miles, thousands of cavalry were marching forward.

The leading general was the one who took the initiative to invite Ying in front of Mei Er Gan.

At this moment, the general's face flushed, and he shouted loudly: "The bonfires are still warm underneath. They rested there last night. We have bit them, and we can catch them by following the traces of horseshoes along the way!"

"The Lord said, if you catch them, you will be promoted and fortune regardless of life or death, warriors, speed up!"

The distance between the two sides was shortened a little bit. When the front side saw the scouts being delayed by the Ming army, it was already afternoon.

General Halle looked up at the darkening sky, remembering the terrible introductions of the troops who had encountered this Ming army, and he shouted: "It's dark and strangled together!"

Yes, he was a little afraid of the lethality of this small army.

The strength shown by the Black Thorn in the operations of seizing and leaving the city is shocking. General Harley believes that Zhu Erqian will suppress those analyses because he is afraid of damaging the morale of the army.

Harleh shouldn't be an enemy of Ming people!

General Halle sighed, and then this thought dissipated.

Once there is a conflict with Daming, Harley will be the first to bear the brunt. If the strength of the fleshy charming investment is not enough, then Harley will become a joke in the history books.

At this time, the Ming army scouts in front also found the chasing soldiers, and two of them stopped caring for horsepower and began to accelerate.

This is to report back.

General Halle was not worried at all.

At this time of tail chase, if the Ming army speeds up and flees in a panic, the chaser will turn into a cat, waiting for the mouse of the Ming army to become exhausted slowly, and then catch up to bite.

The two sides could finally see each other, and the Ming army began to speed up. General Halle couldn't help laughing, and then he took the chasing soldiers and bit them tightly.

At this time, the Ming army has to worry about being caught up~www.wuxiaspot.com~, so the psychological pressure is extremely high.

The sound of horseshoes resounded like thunder on the grassland, the horses hissed and the chasing soldiers roared.

The chase begins.

In order to increase the pressure on the Ming army, the Hares caught up in batches, and then threatened the opponent with arrows.

And their harassment action obviously did not work, and it was Black Thorn that was delayed. These black thorns are very bold, and they turn their heads from time to time to fight back for a while. When the sporadic chasers were dispelled, they drove the horse to catch up again.

The sun began to shift to the west, and General Halle counted the time, and then shouted: "Kill the enemy!"

When the time came, the Harlem of more than 3,000 screamed and urged the warhorse frantically.

"My lord, the enemy army has started to accelerate!"

Xiao Guwei also wanted to speed up, but once he speeded up, he estimated that at least half of the prisoners of war would be left behind.

Wang Yan heard the movement, but just looked ahead and said, "Tell them to stop cherishing horsepower and wrap them around!"

So the black thorns began to wrap the prisoners in the middle, the speed suddenly increased.

You chased me on both sides, and the black thorns after the break had killed more than ten people who had caught up, but the speed of the other party was getting faster and faster.

Zhao Xing only felt a rush of blood rushing up. He caught up with Wang Yan in front of him and shouted: "My lord, the lower officials are willing to take someone to the queen!"

After the so-called break, it is basically to die and delay the speed of chasing soldiers.

Wang Yan ignored him, but urged the team to continue to accelerate.

The chase afterwards became more intense.

Those black thorns shot down those chasing soldiers one by one with bows and arrows. When there were too many chasing soldiers, they would light grenades.

Amid the intermittent explosions, a scream came.

"A Song..."

A black thorn was only slightly slowed down because of a war horse being hit by an arrow, and was overwhelmed by the rush of chasing soldiers.