"All cavalry went to pursue, and the infantry gathered the prisoners along the way."

With Fang Xing's order, many cavalry rushed out of the Tatar camp, and everyone was fighting for the first place.

But when I looked carefully, I found that most of these cavalrymen were women and children, and even elderly people.

"Brother, this..."

Huang Zhong felt that it wasn’t a joke that he had made all the women, children and the elderly.

"This is to grab the credit, don't worry about them."

Fang Xing smiled and said, "Bolu, don't underestimate them. Although they are not strong in individual soldiers, they all know how to cooperate. No matter how powerful a person is, when facing dozens of bows, no matter how capable you have, you can only do whatever you can."

"A hundred years ago, their children were tied to horseback practice since childhood. They started learning bows and arrows at the age of seven or eight, and when they were in their teens, they were excellent warriors. This is the root cause of their ability to travel around the world."

Using small to control big, the power of the Mongols attracted the attention of the whole world.

But Fang Xing knew that the Ming Dynasty could not do this.

This is a military force!

In sight, a team of pursuers composed of women, children, elderly and weak surrounded two charming meat. The two were extremely charming and fierce, but one of them was detoured, and then the arrows were like rain.

"sharp……"

Seeing the two charming meat falling off the horse, Huang Zhong couldn't help but exclaim, and then said worriedly: "Master, you must not abandon the martial spirit!"

"The Ming Dynasty does not have such an atmosphere that is naturally suitable for riding and shooting exercises, but we have muskets."

A man was stopped by his servants on the periphery and whispered a few words to come in.

He looked at a very ordinary person, but his mouth made Huang Zhong a little confused.

"Brother, the spy in the Tatar tribe has been caught."

Huang Zhong was shocked and looked in the direction to wake up.

Fang Xing said lightly: "This kind of shamelessness is naturally to let everyone see it before dealing with it. Also, if you have made contributions, you will naturally mention it in your memorial."

"Thank you, Mr. Mr.!"

The man left with a smile, and Huang Zhong secretly speculated about the identity of this person in his heart.

"This man belongs to the Jinyiwei, don't underestimate them."

Fang Xing urged the horse to go over, Huang Zhong slowly followed, and a plan in his head took shape.

From the spies sent by Pugu and others to the sudden chaos of the Tatar tribe, is it all... that... is it under control?

Huang Zhong looked at Fang Fangxing's back, and the entire process of this decisive battle, including the planning of the coalition forces, was clear.

The coalition side thought it would win, but Fang Xing pretended not to know anything and did not cause any results. The purpose was to strengthen the confidence of the coalition forces in the decisive battle.

Fang Xing rode his horse to Atai, and saw him falling to Yuelu's side. The doctor was applying medicine with a sad look. He dismounted and asked, "What's wrong with Yuelu?"

Atai looked up, his eyes dull.

Yue Lu was still in a coma. The doctor sanitized and applied medicine to the wound on his chest and trembled a few times, which showed that the injury was serious.

"My uncle, I'm afraid it will hurt my heart."

The doctor in the army was indifferent to life and death, but his cold tone angered Atai.

"He is my king's man!"

The doctor nodded and began to bandage Yuelu.

"He has been with me for ten years, and I have been living and dying. I have only relied on him to avoid countless open and hidden arrows. You must save him, otherwise I swear to make your whole family a slave!"

Atai drew out the long sword madly, but the doctor said lightly: "The brothers in the army are injured, so we have no time to do our best. Life and death are just fate. We are not gods. Also, Prince, the wound on your back is quite shallow. If you don't want to crack, it's better not to be too excited."

Atai was stunned and suddenly threw away the long knife, covering his face and crying.

"Tartars are so big, but only Yuelu is the person I trust. He helped me with countless plots. He almost died several times. It seems that he is going to live a stable life. Why? Why!"

The dignified King He Ning was crying like a child, with tears flowing on his face.

Fang Xing looked calm. He took out a small porcelain bottle, made a few small things wrapped in rice noodles from the inside, and then leaned over and said, "Give him this one, eat one a day, and eat it for three consecutive days."

Atai reached out to take it and said blankly: "Can you save Yuelu?"

Fang Xing looked far away and said, "I don't know either, but if you can't even save him, then this is his life."

Fang Xing left, A Tai looked at the few small things in his hand and asked the doctor: "Xing He Bo understands medical skills?"

The doctor said enviously: "Of course I know medical skills. Even the late emperor used Boye's medicine. Yuelu was blessed with King Ning."

When Atai heard this, he was overjoyed and hurriedly cooperated with the doctor to feed Yuelu a pill.

After feeding the medicine, Atai's eyes turned to the old man guarding him.

"You betrayed me and betrayed the Tatars."

The old man knelt on the ground, and he raised his head, and the wrinkles on his face became deeper: "Atai, we should run freely on this grassland, rather than the wealth you long for."

He looked at the soldiers on both sides, smiled and said, "Wealth will only erode your fighting spirit. In decades, neither you nor your descendants can get on the horse or draw the bow..."

"So you want to surrender to Halie and Meat Charming?"

Atai stood up with difficulty, holding the sheathed knife in his right hand, and waved it.

"puff!"

The old man's head tilted to the side, opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood, which was mixed with a few yellow teeth.

Atai's body shook and said coldly: "Treat him."

The old man did not beg for mercy, he opened his mouth and laughed hoho.

"Atai, you will be killed by the Ming people. If you kill you, the Tatars will lose your leader, kill you..."

Atai turned around, looked at Fang Xing who was leaving, and murmured: "The grassland will be a master from now on. Those who follow it will prosper, and those who go against it will perish. Who can rebel? Who dares to rebel?"

...

The battlefield was full of people and horse corpses. Fang Xing walked around and smelled the faint smell of gunpowder and suddenly said: "I feel like the battlefield, which makes me feel that my life exists, but when I get home, the contrast makes me feel that I am not living in this world..."

Huang Zhong said in a daze: "I also feel this way. Looking back on the leisure of the past, I feel cruel. May there be no disputes in the world and be peaceful."

Fang Xing walked forward with his hands behind his back, and smiled when he heard this, "You are delusional. If you have interests, there will be disputes. It depends on the size. Small conflicts will be small, and big conflicts will be the battle that will sway the country. From ancient times to the present, when will there be no war?"

"If you are wary, you will die; if you forget to fight, you will be in danger. This is a famous saying."

Fang Xing felt that the ancestors were really too wise.

"After today's war, there will be no more war on the grassland within two years. Only then can the court and the central government govern calmly. This is to use violence to fight violence and use war to stop war."

Huang Zhong heard some smell and asked, "Brother, are you going back to Beijing?"

Fang Xing was anxious, but he didn't show his face.

"We must complete the cleaning and make sure that the coalition forces are unable to fight again, so we can submit a memorial to request a return to Beijing."

...

The combination of three women and two children is not lonely, especially Wuyou always asks Fang Xing's situation, and Huanhuan cries a few times from time to time, which is very lively and is almost in a mess.

When he heard two rapid footsteps, Xiaobai pretended to be dignified: "These two children are just unstable."

Zhang Shuhui glanced at the small clothes with the wrong pattern in her hand, turned around and looked at Tudou and Ping'an running in with a red face.

"Mom, Dad won! A big victory!"

Zhang Shuhui said oh, and when she heard the cheers in the fort, she knew it was Dasheng, but she was a little worried about Fang Xing's safety, but she was not easy to ask.

Xiaobai couldn't wait to ask, "Where is your father?"

Ping'an said, "Dad is patrolling."

Xiaobai was relieved. When he picked up the small clothes and looked at the pattern, he frowned and said, "How could he have been embroidered wrongly? It's been in vain again."

Mo Chou smiled and said, "It can be changed!"

Xiaobai was happy as soon as he heard this, so he put on his little clothes and asked Mo Chou's plan.

Two women were studying embroidery work. When Zhang Shuhui saw that the two children were a little disappointed, she said, "Thank you for your hard work today. Go and take a shower. When your father comes back, we have a good meal."

The two children went there happily.

This is what Fang Xing taught. After the children do their jobs, they praise them when they should, giving them recognition and encouragement.

At this time, Zhang Shuhui was more free, and she quietly ordered Muhua to ask the servants outside.

Muhua came back later and said, "The master won the hardships today, but it was an illusion. The master had already made plans and deceived the coalition forces. Now the coalition forces have suffered heavy losses and have fled. Our people are still chasing them."

Zhang Shuhui nodded and said, "After this big victory, I'm afraid we'll be ready to go back."

Xiaobai said frowningly: "Pingan said he didn't want to go back to Peking. It's best to be here. He can still ride a horse every day."

Mo Chou raised his eyebrows slightly, looked down at Huanhuan in his arms, not knowing what this child would like when he grew up.

Literature or martial arts!

"You can go out!"

At this time, someone outside was shouting happily.
Chapter completed!