Outside the city, the caravan selling horses had completed the military identity transformation.

When the prisoners of war left the city, each received a package with his back crossed.

The package contains three days of dry food and a water bag, and the rest depends on your personal luck.

As soon as everyone got on the horse, the flames inside rose.

Outside the city, you can only see some questions through doorways blocked by big trucks.

Then Wang Yan and Xiao Guwei ran out one after another.

As soon as he came out, Wang Yan shouted: "Retreat! Go immediately!"

He and Xiao Guwei also received a burden on each of them. After rushing to get on the horse, a team of more than 200 people and almost 400 horses started.

"Ma Song!"

Zhao Xing finally shouted to the city, and then followed the group of people to speed up.

He knew that Ma Song might never get out again, and he felt a little sad.

But the Black Thorns didn't see Cai Hu coming out, and someone was asking Xiao Guwei who came out last.

Xiao Guwei did not answer, his face looked a little ugly.

The black thorns all put aside this doubt, and then divided more than ten cavalry from left to right to investigate the situation of the enemy troops coming out of other city gates.

Wang Yan had already left Cai Hu's death behind his head. He knew that the rescue operation had been initially successful, and the rest depends on luck.

...

The tall and gorgeous palace could not attract Mei'ergan's interest, so he walked off the throne and walked in the hall.

The ministers who arrived were all angry, while several officials suspected of revenge and assassinating the civil servant were filled with righteous indignation.

"They must have been assassinated by the Ming army!"

A civil servant swears: "Yes, those Ming troops are trying to disrupt the order in the city, so that we can pay attention to these things, and then they can take the opportunity to rescue the prisoners of war."

This is a reversal!

And it is a well-founded reversal!

Logically everyone should agree with this analysis, but Mei'ergan turned around and looked at it. What she saw was Muran, but what she felt was ambiguous.

With more people, you will naturally divide into factions or small groups in different categories. Wouldn’t it be better for everyone to join in to keep warm together!

But the consequence of this small group is that everything is right or wrong, but we must first distinguish between enemies and us.

This will make this large group lose its combat effectiveness, and as time goes by, internal strife will continue to occur.

Internal consumption!

Mei'ergan sighed in his heart, but he had no choice!

He integrated Halie's forces at the cost of some indigestion.

If you force your indigestion, you can straighten out the relationship, and then the price is mostly vomiting and diarrhea.

The dried bamboo was walking up as deep as water.

He turned around and was about to sit down, and someone came outside.

This is a cavalryman who is wearing a fur coat, which is a portrayal of attacking without preparation.

Meiergan didn't care about this, he valued the result more.

The cavalry's face was rosy, no, it was very rosy, and even sweat stains could be seen.

Meiergan held the hilt of the sword, trying to find a happy expression on the cavalry's face, but was a little disappointed.

All he saw was horror.

"The king is the army of the Ming people."

Mei'ergan held the hilt of the sword tightly, and the ministers stopped fighting. A general even couldn't help but go over and shouted, "Where are they? Have they killed them all?"

The cavalry's cheeks were shaking and his eyes were panicked.

Meiergan said warmly: "Speak clearly."

The cavalry received encouragement, and he blinked his eyes and said nervously: "Wang, the Ming people ran away. They are here to save the prisoners. They are very powerful. One person can defeat ten of us. Very powerful, very powerful..."

He was actually praising the enemy!

The generals looked at the cavalry who didn't know they had made a big mistake with a bad look, while the civil servants were starting to think and began to analyze the ins and outs of the matter.

The cavalry continued, "We have caught up with them, but the Ming people poured fuel and fired at the city gate, blocking our way."

The hall was very quiet, and everyone knew that Ma'ergan was going crazy.

“Continue.”

Mei'ergan's tone was very calm, as if she was asking about the recipe for the banquet to be held in the afternoon.

The cavalry also felt that it was not a big deal, but under everyone's gaze, they had to bite the bullet and say, "They ran away."

Yes, when he came to report the news, the Ming army had disappeared, so he was confused for many things.

A general asked, "Has the fire blocked the city gate?"

The cavalry shook his head and the general said angrily: "Why don't you go around from the side?"

The cavalry said aggrievedly: "There are all blocked by a large cart on the side. They can only leave, but the war horses cannot get out."

What do soldiers without war horses go out for?

Send to death?

Deadly silence!

At this moment, Meiergan was in the mood to see the reactions of the ministers, and he was even guessing what they were thinking at this moment.

The silence was very long, and Meiergan simply analyzed the classification of these small groups and the degree of threat to themselves.

The cavalry who came to report the news felt a little incredible. When he thought that the Ming army actually sent a small group of troops to sneak into the city of Samarkand to rescue the prisoners, it was a great humiliation for the people in the hall.

A great humiliation... Shouldn't you take revenge immediately?

Hunt for killing!

Sending large groups of cavalry to chase and kill is the king.

A general finally couldn't help but say, "King, we should chase them immediately!"

Another general also swears: "King, those prisoners can't run for long. We only need to send cavalry to bite them for half a day at most. After lunch, they are like intercepted dogs who are fleeing in panic and will kneel down and pray for our forgiveness."

When the cavalry heard this, they realized that they had missed important news and did not say it. His left face twitched. Taking advantage of the opportunity when several generals stopped talking, they said, "Wang, the Ming people pretended to be a caravan selling war horses and brought hundreds of horses."

Several generals looked at each other, and the first general who spoke to him said, "Wang, this is Halie. We are constantly replenishing war horses, and their war horses will continue to weaken. It will take two days, up to three days."

Meiergan nodded and said, "You go, they have more than 200 people. You bring three thousand cavalrymen to find them, regardless of their life or death!"

The general responded happily and then strode away.

With more than 100 Ming troops and less than 300 prisoners of war, the Ming army will experience what it means to have a large number of people and powerful people!

Meiergan made arrangements, and the expressions of the ministers became a little relaxed.

"King, there are no big figures among the prisoners of war, and leaving them is only to let the world see Halie's bravery."

A civil servant said strongly: "Those charming people will know about this very quickly. They will despise us, so those Ming troops must be left behind."

All these Meiergans knew that since the assassination of his important officials, he had been enduring and did not investigate with great fanfare. The purpose was to cover up and not to let the arrival of the meat charming person despise Halie.

Those damn guys!

Meiergan sneered in her heart, knowing that the meat is charming will probably be ridiculed in secret.

But who cares!

"King, the messenger of flesh-loving messenger seeks a visit."

Mei'ergan's face turned a little blue. He sat back and said, "Let him come in."

Later, the Meat-Spreading Messenger came in. After he saluted, he said in surprise: "Dear King Halie, I just heard that someone rebelled in the city, so I was very anxious, worried that something would happen to my allies."

This is a tentative question, a bit rude.

Meiergan said calmly: "The Ming army sent spies to set fire at the city gate and rescued some prisoners who were cleaning the city."

Spy, this means that there are very few people, just stealing.

Setting fire is a testament to the timidity and concealment of the Ming people.

Some prisoners were telling the messenger that there was probably a big man with anonymity among the prisoners of the Ming people. This matter was not a mistake, it was just a lucky person.

The Messenger of the Meat Fan was satisfied when he got the news. Before leaving, he asked enthusiastically: "Dear King Harrel, do you need the great Meat Fan Warriors to attack? They will bring the enemy's heads back and hang them on the city gate and be dried by the strong wind."

Meiergan said lightly: "Halie has never lacked warriors."

This was a polite refusal, and the messenger immediately sued.

Mei'ergan's expression was calm, and the blue veins were rising from the back of her hand holding the hilt of the sword.

He looked at the ministers with different expressions and said, "Go and clean up."

After everyone left, a cold light flashed and a dagger was unsheathed.

"madness!"
Chapter completed!