Under the red-white electric light, a pair of big blood-red copper bell eyes were revealed in the bushes between the trees. Their eyes were filled with bone-chilling murderous intent and were nailed to his body. A cold feeling suddenly came from the soles of his feet. It was cold to the heart, and my scalp was on fire.
With a low roar, a terrifyingly strong black beast seemed to emerge from the low shrubs, and it ferociously pounced on Su He before he had time to react.
His feet were stamping wildly on the grass. The churning grass clippings and the deep plow marks of his heels showed that he had tried his best. He opened his mouth wide, trying hard to breathe air, or making a desperate cry. His cries for help were choked hard by that astonishingly thick arm. His brain was getting swollen and his vision was getting blurry. Before he lost his last trace of consciousness, a ray of light passed through the air. The flash of lightning seemed to see a hideous and rough face covered with blood scabs...
In less than half a moment, the Mongolian cavalry who finally dealt with the dozens of remaining Ming troops finally discovered something was wrong. When they rushed back to where Su He was, they only saw the almost extinguished weapon. The torch, and Su He who had an unpleasant stench from his lower body and his head turned at a strange angle.
And when the leader roared again and issued a search order, a thunderstorm was already pouring down. A few miles southeast of these angry Waqi cavalry gathered in a group, the burly and strong Fan Zhong was leaning over the place where he should have been. Su He's horse, letting the heavy raindrops hit the wounds that were still bleeding, stared blankly at the vague horizon ahead, and galloped towards the road that was less than ten miles away. Huailai, the important military town of the Ming Dynasty, rushed away...
Wearing a helmet and armor, holding the hilt of the sword at his waist, guard Sun Zhirui, who was leading his soldiers to inspect the city of Huailai, an important military town in the Ming Dynasty, looked at the dark and dead wilderness outside the city wall. He felt extremely anxious, but he There is nothing you can do.
Although he really wanted to lead the army to rescue the emperor's army in person, the problem was that the Huailai garrison was only five thousand, and most of them were infantry, with less than a thousand cavalry. The Waci Tatars were all elite cavalry who were proficient in bows and horses, with less than a thousand cavalry. Riding to aid the Emperor is simply seeking death.
Moreover, Sun Zhirui had already sent out fast horses to report the news to the emperor's camp, asking the emperor to move to Huailai quickly. After all, although Huailai had few soldiers, they were all elite. In addition, Huailai was an important town in the Ming Dynasty with high walls and thick walls. , we can defend it with all our strength, let alone a few days, even half a month. By then, soldiers and horses from all over the country will surely hear the news from King Qin, and the safety of the emperor will be guaranteed.
However, a full hour has passed since the last messenger was sent out, and there is still no turning back. Sun Zhirui's heart is getting colder and colder. "God, please do well and bless my great emperor."
Sun Zhirui was a relative of the Empress Dowager Sun and the great-nephew of the Emperor's grandfather Sun Zhong. He was just over 30 years old. He had considerable military prowess and was deeply loved by Sun Zhong. He was also personally witnessed by the Empress Dowager Sun. At the age of thirty, he became Huailai. Guard.
After all, the emperor was still his cousin. Sun Zhirui was also opposed to the emperor's hasty dispatch of troops to the Northern Expedition to Wasac. Not only did he submit a memorial, but he also wrote a private letter to his uncle Sun Zhong, but the emperor insisted on doing so...
Sun Zhirui, who was feeling heavy in his heart, was standing on the east gate tower with mixed emotions when he suddenly heard the sound of hoofs shaking the ground. He couldn't help but raise his brows and turned around. After a while, he saw the man whom he had assigned to guard the north gate. Men's confidants rushed up to the tower with anxious expressions, and Sun Zhirui couldn't help but feel excited.
The North Gate guard whispered into Sun Zhirui's ear. Sun Zhirui's face immediately turned as white as frost and snow, and he asked in a trembling voice: "What did you say?!"
The confidant looked around a few times and lowered his voice: "General, this person said that he was carrying the blood edict of the emperor. The general was afraid that something might go wrong, so he had someone lock him up and hold him in the prison.
In the empty house inside the north gate, please invite the general..."
Sun Zhirui took a deep breath and glanced around. They were all his close personal guards. Naturally, he was not afraid of the news being leaked. He nodded with a gloomy face: "You will defend the city with all your strength, and don't let the Waci Tatars touch it."
When you come into the city, if anyone dares to slack off, he will be killed immediately!"
After seeing the defenders obeying the orders with awe, Sun Zhirui quickly led a group of guards down the city, turned over and galloped towards the north gate.
A dim oil lamp was swaying in the room. A tall and burly Fan Zhong was tied to the couch at the moment. When he saw the door being pushed open, Fan Zhong struggled to sit up. With this exertion, he was originally a little nervous.
The scabbed wound began to bleed again, but Fan Zhong ignored it, staring at Sun Zhirui with a sullen face as he pushed in the door.
"Fan Zhong?! Is it you?" Sun Zhirui never expected that the strong man he saw when he opened the door was actually a close confidant of the emperor. His originally uneasy heart felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave. "Where is your Majesty?
, Damn it, where is Your Majesty?!" Sun Zhirui took two steps forward, grabbed the rope that tied Fan Zhong, and roared in a low voice with all his strength.
"Your Majesty was captured by the Tatars." Tears welled up in Fan Zhong's eyes, and he roared with some choking.
After hearing the news with his own ears, Sun Zhirui could hardly stand. Fortunately, the confidant guarding the north gate had already entered the house and quickly reached out to hold him.
"What's going on? If you tell the truth, I will kill you!" Sun Zhirui pushed away the henchman, his eyes were bloodshot, like a mad beast, and his hand was already clenching the handle of the sword at his waist.
Half of the cold light shines through the sheath and penetrates into the bone marrow.
Zhu Qizhen was sitting in a caravan, which was the most commonly used means of transportation for Mongolians to migrate. However, he did not sit in the caravan, but sat with the driver, regardless of the curiosity and curiosity of the Washi soldiers who were marching around him.
His eyes were full of caution, looking into the distance.
"Your Majesty, the sun is too hot, you'd better go in first." The driver of this caravan was covered in gray, and even some parts were stained with black bloodstains from the Ming Dynasty's imperial uniform. He was in his early forties, and his pair of rough and dirty clothes
With big calloused hands and a face that was sunburned and honest, he looked like an honest and humble Ming Dynasty citizen. If it weren't for his shining eyes and his lean but capable face,
With his stature, no one would think that he was an elite man with special skills who was appointed as the emperor's guard.