Chapter 213: Repaying grudges with kindness

Despicable is a relatively strong word. You can't see noble or despicable when you are alone, but when two people stand together, they have a comparison. There is a despicable side in human nature, and the difference is the question of who is more and who is less.

Xiao Fan felt that Zhu Di was not qualified to scold him because he was not very noble either. Everyone was just a relationship of frame-up.

Of course, Zhu Di definitely doesn't think so.

The carefully arranged layout of annihilation of the Tatars, as Xiao Fan attracted the Tartars' vanguard, the five thousand Yan troops ambushed by the left wing were exposed in advance, and all Zhu Di's plans were disrupted and he completely lost the opportunity.

Zhu Di had the heart to eat Xiao Fan raw, and the burly and strong man was so angry that he almost cried.

——Is this bastard really my natural nemesis? How many times have you hurt me? How many times have you hurt me! Beast...

Ten thousand Tartar vanguards raised their swords and squeaks, and they quickly gathered into a cone-shaped formation for cavalry charges. After a brief assembly, with the command of the ten thousand men, the Long Niu Horn behind the Central Army whimpered and whimpered. Ten thousand people shouted, and the entire formation was launched. The sound of horse hooves that were roaring and swept across the sky, rushed towards the five thousand light cavalry of the Yan army.

Although the Five Thousand Yan Army was a border army that followed Zhu Di on the battlefield for hundreds of battles, the enemy was crowded and was suddenly attacked. The soldiers were all a little confused, and even the war horses under their crotch began to twist and neigh uneasy.

If the position is unstable, you will lose.

Zhu Di naturally understood this truth after a long battle formation. At this moment, he didn't care about greeting the 18th generation of female relatives of the ancestors of the Xiao Fan family. He hurriedly pulled out his sword, raised it to the sky, and shouted loudly: "Form a formation! Don't panic! The general army is interspersed on both sides. If anyone refuses to follow the order, those who are afraid to fight and escape, behead them immediately!"

A hundred and a hundred soldiers covered in hangers and red scarves on their left sleeves immediately rode their horses behind Zhu Di and rushed to the central army. They rushed through the ranks and patrolled several panicked soldiers. With a few shrill screams, the slightly panicked light cavalry of the Yan army quickly stabilized their positions and returned to peace.

The Tartar vanguards were getting closer and closer, five miles, three miles, and one mile. The Yan army could even see the thick bearded hairs on the Tartars' faces as thick as steel needles and the bloodthirsty and hideous expressions.

Zhu Di immediately ordered: "Five hundred people shot arrows from the back to stop the Tartars' offensive, and the rest scattered to both sides, avoiding the Tartars' frontal edge, and attacking from the flanks!"

The soldiers quickly divided into three parts according to the order. Five hundred people urged the horse to move forward, then took the arrow and put the bow. The cold and sharp cluster of arrows pointed slightly upward. The remaining 4,000 people, led by the hundreds of households, pulled their horses and dispersed left and right. Looking down from the sky, the 10,000 vanguards of the Tartars were like a sharp long sword. After the Yan army spread out, they looked like an omnipotent scabbard, giving people the feeling of collecting the sword into the scabbard and suppressing the sharpness.

The Tartars were getting closer and closer, three hundred steps away from the central army, and had reached the range of Yan's bow and arrows, a hoarse voice shouted loudly: "Shoot the arrow!"

Whoosh!

The rain of arrows poured out and shot at the Tartars forward without mercy. More than a hundred cavalrymen who rushed to the front of the team were the first to be hit. After being caught, they screamed and fell off their horses. In the blink of an eye, they were crushed by countless horse hooves behind. The knights behind suffered this setback, and the team in the middle suddenly became a little confused. For a moment, the people were on their backs and the more than a hundred were caught off the horse and tripped the hundreds of people behind, and the momentum of the offensive slowed down slightly.

Taking advantage of this rare opportunity, Zhu Di immediately shouted: "I ordered the entire army to attack, and cross the left and right wings of the Tatars to cross their central army, and fight with the Tatars!"

It has to be said that Zhu Di's military order was very correct. The reason why the Tartars were invincible was their unparalleled charge and their high-speed movement of war horses to destroy all enemies that blocked them. Their tactics of sweeping Asia and Europe were actually very simple, and they relied on one-stop charge.

Zhu Di ordered the soldiers to intersperse melee, which resolved the advantages of the Mongols invisible. They had no other way except for the hard fighting of personal combat power. As we all know, cavalry combat in the plains can only be the most attacking power when they gathered into formations to charge. Once they were in a stalemate and could not move, the combat power of a cavalry might not be as powerful as that of infantrymen.

Seeing the waving of the order flag, the five thousand Yan troops immediately rushed into the formation of the Tartars without hesitation, and pulled out their swords to fight with the Tartars. As soon as the Tartars' charge was slowed down, the enemy took advantage of this gap to penetrate the team. For a moment, the formation was in chaos, yellow sand filled with dust and dust flying, and figures passed through their horse heads, like a sharp knife hitting the heart.

The Tartars were anxious, and the commander of the Wanfu immediately ordered the rear team to disperse, distance from the Ming army, and charge another charge. Unexpectedly, the Ming army was attached to each other, chasing each other on the grassland, and the team structures of both sides had been completely broken up.

The passive situation of the Yan army was finally at a slightest turnaround with Zhu Di's continuous military orders, and the two sides quickly fell into a stalemate.

However, the number of Yan army was half less than that of the Tartars. Zhu Di understood that such a melee was only temporary. The Tartars' personal combat power was much stronger than their Yan army. If it could not last half an hour, his five thousand men would be gradually eaten by the Tartars.

Zhu Di stood outside the battlefield, frowned. If this continues, the melee will not be good for both sides, and it will only increase casualties. He did not forget that the Tartars with 10,000 people in front of him were just a vanguard, and there were 40,000 people behind him. Maybe he would arrive in an instant. If the Tartars' main force arrives, he and Wu Qian Qingqi are outside the pass, he will definitely not be able to escape the word "death".

"Come! Pegasus went to Shanhaiguan, passed on my military order, and ordered Zhang Yu to set up a formation outside the pass to prepare for the enemy!" Zhu Di made a quick decision.

A personal army immediately held his fists and rode away.

A battle of annihilation that should have been an easy victory, but now he is in such an embarrassing situation where he cannot advance or retreat. Zhu Di is now in a mood to kill someone.

"This bitch raised Xiao Fan, after this incident, I will definitely tear him to pieces!" Zhu Di cursed with a blue face.

Speaking of the culprit who destroyed his plan, Zhu Di couldn't help but turn his head to look at the three thousand fleeing soldiers...

Xiao Fan and the three thousand soldiers were very tired now, so tired that they almost lay on the horse's back and were about to fall asleep.

After three days and two nights of long distances, he fled from Kaiping to Shanhaiguan. With such a high-intensity escape experience, it is rare that there were no casualties in the three thousand soldiers. Such a great result is rare in ancient and modern war history.

After successfully leading the pursuers to Zhu Di and his five thousand light cavalry, Xiao Fan and his soldiers fled in scattered and scattered like a group of rats.

When the Yan army fought with ten thousand Tartars, Xiao Fan and three thousand soldiers had gathered again ten miles away from the battlefield. The war horses were panting, and the soldiers were also panting. Everyone rolled down from the horse's backs, lying or lying on the grass in various ugly postures, breathing in big mouths.

It turns out that the air you sucked after escaping from death is so delicious and peaceful. From a desperate hell to a peaceful and comfortable paradise, perhaps only a thread is left. The distance is so short that it only takes a small idea...

Thinking of this little thought, it was the young man who looked weak and thin, their chief general, Xiao Fan.

After a brief rest, the three thousand soldiers stood up from the grass and looked at the young man who saved their lives with gratitude.

A magical battle and a magical escape, this young man himself is like a miracle, which makes people admire him.

Xiao Fan was too tired. He lay on the grass in a large shape, panting quickly. After a long time, he recovered some strength. He raised his head and patted Cao Yi beside him. The two looked at each other and smiled slightly. The curve of the corners of his mouth became bigger and bigger. Then the two laughed to the sky, and the passionate laughter pierced the blue sky and white clouds, echoing beyond the nine heavens.

With courage and wisdom, Xiao Fan led everyone to escape from heaven, lying safely in this safe and peaceful place, enjoying the preciousness of life. Who in this world is more qualified to laugh than them?

The man's passion and sweat are thrilling, but the man's heroic laughter makes the world even more disgraceful. It is an open-minded and generous vent, despising all the gods and ghosts in the world, and even the god of death is discouraged.

What other hardships can overcome this heroic laughter?

The laughter gradually stopped, and Xiao Fan said proudly: "How is it? We survived! There are not a single three thousand brothers!"

Cao Yi patted his shoulder and shouted: "Not bad! You have the ability! Cao fought against the Tartars in this life, no less than a hundred times, only this time I fought the most!"

Xiao Fan smiled and said, "Brother Cao led twenty brothers into the Tartar camp and assassinated their senior generals. He was brave and resourceful, and he was not inferior to me..."

Cao Yi turned his head and looked at the yellow sand ten miles away, and said with some anxiety: "Brother Xiao, where is the King of Yan..."

Xiao Fan seemed to have never heard of it, and still laughed: "...I will report to the emperor to ask for the first merits for you and twenty soldiers. It is no problem to have a wife and son..."

"Brother Xiao, King Yan is in a tough battle..."

"...But I have made a lot of contributions. Without me setting fire to the Tartar camp and burning their food and grass, I wouldn't have made them angry and chased me for two days and two nights. What kind of contribution should the emperor remember for me?"

"Brother Xiao..."

"...You think it's possible for me, my uncle to become a marquis? I have made real military achievements..."

Cao Yi reached out to Xiao Fan's head, pointed to the dusty battlefield in the distance, and shouted: "Don't just be promoted and promoted, the Tartars will eat the light cavalry of the King of Yan! Do we want to help?"

Xiao Fan said expressionlessly: "The King of Yan is doing his own fault! Don't forget that this is his plan, and he wants to kill us. If I hadn't been too scrupulous, I'm afraid we have been wiped out by the Tartars at this moment."

Cao Yi looked quite unbearable and sighed: "The King of Yan should die, but now it is my Ming Dynasty and the Mongolian Tartars fighting. This is a national war. At this time, we and the Yan army should be comrades-in-arms. We cannot watch them annihilated by the Tartars..."

Xiao Fan also sighed: "I can clearly distinguish between righteousness and personal grievances. Will I not save me if I can save me? But Brother Cao, turn around and look at the brothers, and our war horses. After running for two days and two nights, can the brothers still take swords? Can the war horses still take steps? The three thousand of us are now a group of old, weak, sick and disabled people who are powerless. If the brothers go up to rescue the Yan army, what effect can they play besides killing for nothing?"

Cao Yi was stunned and said, "What should I do?"

"What else can you do except eat and drink water quickly, restore your energy, and feed the war horses essence?"

Xiao Fan stood up and asked loudly the soldiers who were tilting east and west, "Brothers, are you tired?"

"Tired—" everyone said weakly.

"Are you hungry?"

"Hungry--"

Xiao Fan smiled: "If you are hungry, you will eat. Are you all stupid?"

The soldiers barely cheered up and took out the dry food they had with them. They chewed them with clear water from their skin. From time to time, they took out a handful of finely cut essence from their backpacks, and held them in their hands to feed them to the war horse beside them.

Xiao Fanyi rolled up his sleeves and ordered the personal army beside him: "I want to eat hot food, give me a Brazilian barbecue..."

“…………”

The Yan army was fighting fiercely with the Tartars, but ten miles away from the battlefield, curling smoke rose. It looked so quiet and peaceful, forming a sharp contrast with the bloody battlefield atmosphere. The scene was like a pure little angel with a naked butt suddenly appeared in the miserable hell with a broken limb. It was so strange and weird, out of place, and it was simply the most disharmonious scene.

Zhu Di stared at the Yan army soldiers on the battlefield and fought fiercely with the Tartars. Some were chopped down and some were quickly made up, and they continued to continue.

After passing military orders, Zhu Di turned around and looked at the curling smoke outside the battlefield, and couldn't help but be stunned.

"We are bleating here, but he is doing barbecue there..."

At this moment, Zhu Di wanted to order the soldiers to turn around and kill those shameless guys who survived leisurely and ate barbecue leisurely...

After gritting his teeth, Zhu Di held back the bloody ***. Seeing the Yan army soldiers fighting for life on the battlefield, they were gradually becoming inactive and the situation became more and more critical. Zhu Di's expression began to become anxious.

"Prince, General Zhang Yu has set up a crane wing formation in front of Shanhaiguan and can launch a formation at any time." The personal army hurriedly reported.

Zhu Di was excited and shouted: "I ordered the soldiers to withdraw from the battlefield, lead the Tartars to Shanhaiguan, and wipe them out in one fell swoop!"

The sound of gold was spreading leisurely. The soldiers of the Yan army who were fighting retreated and turned around and evacuated one after another.

However, it is easy to get into the enemy formation, but it is much more difficult to withdraw from the enemy formation. Seeing that the Yan army was already intent to retreat, the Tatars, who were red-eyed, refused to relax at all. They followed up and the Yan army, which had just retreated halfway, soon fell into a melee again.

Zhu Di's heart sank. Today, these five thousand soldiers may not be able to escape, and they may all be left in the enemy's formation.

"Tsk tsk tsk, it's so tragic..." A slightly mocking voice sounded from Zhu Di's ears.

Zhu Di turned around in shock, but saw that at some point Xiao Fan had already rode his horse from ten miles away to him. He held the reins with one hand and a golden and crispy lamb leg in the other hand. He was eating it all over his mouth. Seeing Zhu Di being shocked, Xiao Fan grinned and showed his white teeth at him.

Zhu Di was so scared that his whole body trembled, and his body couldn't help but fall back, and he staggered and fell down the horse.

The personal army beside him was quick-witted and hurriedly supported him.

"Prince, be careful!"

Zhu Di shook off the help of his own army, pointed at Xiao Fan in anger and said furiously: "What are you... what are you doing? Do you think of this king's joke?"

Xiao Fan suddenly showed a very aggrieved expression: "...I'm here to see if there is any place in the prince who needs our help."

Zhu Di said angrily: "What can you help?"

"Of course I can't help..." Xiao Fan raised his thumbs up, pointed behind him, and smiled: "But the three thousand soldiers under my command may be able to help the prince a little."

Zhu Di looked back in shock and saw that the three thousand soldiers behind Xiao Fan stood neatly in a row. After nearly an hour of replenishing their physical strength, the soldiers had recovered a little. They rode on the horse and ate a few bites of dry food, which seemed particularly comfortable.

Zhu Di was stunned for a moment, then overjoyed. The five thousand Yan army had suffered heavy casualties now, and they were in a melee and could not withdraw. If three thousand people were involved in the fight, the situation might have changed greatly.
To be continued...