He didn't care about damaging his plan with Xiao Fan for a moment, Zhu Di clapped his hands and said anxiously: "Hurry up, ask your soldiers to kill in!"

Xiao Fan *** glanced at the nose and said slowly: "Prince, what you said is to send a large army to meet us is in this wilderness fifty miles away from Shanhaiguan? You are not lost, are you?"

Zhu Di's face suddenly looked embarrassed: "…………”

"You want to harm us, but it didn't work out, but we repaid our grudges with kindness. Prince, we can't afford to hurt..."

Zhu Di: “…………”

"Do you know you're wrong?" Xiao Fan asked in a serious tone like an elder looking at the child who made a mistake.

Zhu Di gritted his teeth and nodded with a pale face.

“Do you feel the weight of the moral cross?”

Zhu Di nodded: “…………”

"Looking at my sincere eyes, swearing, I won't be the case, okay?" Xiao Fan's eyes shined.

"... Are you enough? Is it over?" Zhu Di couldn't help but roar.

Xiao Fan laughed a few times and asked Zhu Di again, "Okay, I will forgive your despicable behavior for the time being. Just lead the Tartars into the killing formation set up by Zhang Yubu in front of Shanhaiguan, right?"

Zhu Di snorted angrily and nodded unwillingly.

Xiao Fan laughed, finally let him go, turned his head and shouted to the soldiers: "Brothers..."

Cao Yi and the soldiers were excited when they heard this, and they pulled out their swords and stared at the battlefield with murderous eyes, looking eager to try.

Xiao Fan frowned and said, "What are you doing?"

Cao Yi said in surprise: "Aren't you going to kill into the enemy's formation?"

Xiao Fan glanced at Zhu Di and snorted: "It's something stupid people do when they are pestering the enemy..."

Zhu Di's nostrils began to steam: "... Then what should smart people do?"

A bad smile suddenly flashed in Xiao Fan's eyes, and his eyes were staring at Zhu Di.

Zhu Di was frightened by his familiar bad expression and stuttered, "What do you...what do you want to do? Don't do it randomly..."

Xiao Fan smiled, suddenly pulled out the dagger he carried with him, and stabbed him hard on the buttocks of the big dark horse that Zhu Di rode.

The dark horse was in pain and could not help but scream. Regardless of its owner still riding on its back, he turned around and ran away like crazy. Zhu Di was shocked and angry, and pulled the reins hard. However, the injured war horse did not recognize his relatives at all, and ran back and ran away.

Xiao Fan pointed at Zhu Di's direction away and shouted to the Tartars who were fighting on the battlefield: "The person who escaped is the King of Yan. If you catch him, your leader will reward you with a thousand gold medals and be named the commander of ten thousand men!"

Cao Yi also reacted at this time and hurriedly translated Xiao Fan's words loudly with the soldiers who knew Mongolian.

The bloody Tartars heard the shouts outside the battlefield and couldn't help but be stunned. Then they saw a middle-aged man wearing luxurious armor and running wildly with his horse's neck. The Tartars immediately believed it seven or eight points, and swallowed greedily, abandoned the Yan army soldiers and ignored them, and beat the horse like crazy and chased Zhu Di.

Zhu Di rode on the horse, and had no choice but to hug the horse's neck, and roared in grief and angry: "Xiao Fan, you bastard, you bastard--"

People are far away, and voices are far away...

Xiao Fan clapped his hands easily and murmured: "Attracting the enemy is actually that simple..."

Looking at the Yan army soldiers who were at a loss on the battlefield, Xiao Fan said leisurely: "...why are you doing so? Why don't you chase after me and protect your car?"
Chapter completed!