The little petite bag of the fourth master of Qingchuan

Chapter 397
The general's tent was full of excitement at this time - the dancers who had just danced around the bonfire had already arrived in the tent, and continued to sing and dance.

The graceful and swaying figure is reflected on the tent through the lights, and moves with the rhythm of the drums.

In the big tent, laughter came from time to time.

But if someone was serving the Great General King at close range at this time, he would find that although the Great General King smelled of alcohol, his eyes were piercing - he did not look like a drunk person.

……

The drumbeat became more and more urgent.

The leading dancer, with a soft smile on her face, walked in circles with the rhythm of the dance, and arrived in front of the general king.

All kinds of ornaments on her wrist are ringing.

The fourth elder brother smiled, but narrowed his eyes sharply, staring at the boundless darkness in the snowy night from afar.

Snowy, slippery ground—it doesn't look like a night for a sneak attack.

But it's because it doesn't look like it.

So this is a night that is most suitable for sneak attacks.

……

In the camp, the sound of singing and dancing gradually subsided, the sergeants fell asleep on the floor in disorder, and several lieutenants also returned to their tents, only the bonfire was still burning.

Everything was quiet, except for the crackling of the burning fire.

At this moment, all of a sudden, there was only the sound of soldiers in battle—the general Bo Luo under Tse Wang Arabtan personally led the most elite cavalry, and as a forward, he rushed straight to the general's king's camp.

The large troop of cavalry following behind followed like a tide.

They appeared in the snow in the dark night like the fiercest owl gods.

In the big camp - the sentry had already figured out where the general's king's tent was, and the sergeants guarding the gate of the camp stared dumbfounded at the sudden appearance of the enemy.

Everyone was caught off guard, and they were full of food and drink. They were still in a dream just now, and they couldn't resist at all—then they swung their knives for a few rounds, but they were defeated.

Wherever Boluo's blade went, blood splashed out successively, dyeing the horse's snow-white fur red.

In the camp, flames were blazing everywhere, drums were beating, and killing sounds were everywhere.

Fearing that the generals under the king's subordinates would come to stop him - Bo Luo only wanted a quick battle, and he was like a broken bamboo, killing a bloody path, and came directly to the central tent.

kill!

Bo Luo rushed in with a knife, and the dancing of the dancers stopped suddenly. Seeing the scene outside, several dancers screamed in fright.

Some people panicked, turned around and hid behind the screen.

Behind the screen was obviously the low couch where the general king was resting, and he was drinking heavily—a few wine jars rolled over on the carpet, and the top-grade wine was overturned.

Bo Luo was eager to make a contribution, and without thinking, he rushed over and stabbed the quilt fiercely, but he only felt that the place where the knife was cut was soft to the touch—it didn't look like someone was under the quilt at all.

With a flash of thought, Bo Luo yelled: "Quick back!"

No, they fell for it!

However, it's too late.

Cewang Allah Butan has also led the army into the camp.

On the east and west sides of the camp, more than a dozen yellow flags waved quickly—this was a signal that had been agreed long ago.

Not far from the east and west sides of the camp, Yinzhen had arranged for two generals to lead an army each to ambush here for the left and right wings. The trend of catching a turtle in an urn.

The flames were blazing, and the sound of shouts of killing shook the sky. Under the desperate protection of all the generals, Cewang Allah Butan managed to kill a bloody road, and fled in a panic to the southwest.

This is also the only gap left by the siege of the Qing army.

However, they didn't run very far, and the horses under the cavalry fell down one after another. As a hindrance, pour water on the outside to form a stumbling block.

The horses were fleeing fiercely. At this time, they were caught off guard and fell to the ground. Some horses broke their forelegs and neighed in pain-the cavalrymen on the horses fell down on the snow in embarrassment.

Cewang Allah Butan was also severely thrown off his horse.

He rolled nimbly, and just got up when he felt a sharp pain in his right leg, and the bone in his knee had been broken.

The sound of shouting and killing came after him——it was Yinzhen who personally led the elite troops to chase and kill Cewang Allah Butan.

Ce Wang Alabatan cursed fiercely, staggered onto a horse let out by the lieutenant general, hugged the horse's neck and fled forward in a hurry.

The rest of the generals fought hard against the Qing army behind him, buying time for Tserang Alabatan to escape.

"Whizzing!"

Arrows roared in the air, and several of them were already clinging to Tserwang Allah Butan's side, sending the wind through the air.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Cewang Allah Butan held the saddle with one hand, and turned his body lightly - one flip, and he was already hanging on the side of the horse's back, and swung the knife with the other hand to keep blocking arrows.

He grew up on horseback since he was a child, and he is a natural horse rider, not to mention that this war horse has been with him for many years-the tacit cooperation between man and horse is quite deep.

The chasing sound of the Qing army gradually faded away.

……

On the other side of the camp, several teams of guards sent by Gu Yaoyao were dumbfounded looking at the fierce battle in front of them.

Several people reined in their horses, looking at the raging flames reflected in the snow in front of them.

They were originally ordered by the queen side to report to the general king, and to report the news that Sangege rode out of the city alone.

Who would have thought that there would be an attacking battalion led by Cewang Allah Butan.

However, it seemed that the Great General King had been prepared for a long time - the situation in front of him, the outcome of the battle was already obvious.

"This……"

Several people looked at each other in blank dismay, all looking embarrassed.

How could you have imagined such a situation?

After all, under this kind of chaos, the Great General King has already personally led the army to pursue Van Allah Butan, and there is no way to report it to the Great General King for a while.

However, since Princess Fang gave the order, this task had to be completed.

They couldn't find Sangege, and they didn't have any good fruit to eat.

After thinking for a while, the leading guard waved his hand, gathered a few people together, first whispered a few words, and then grabbed a few defenders who were busy preparing for the celebration, and told everyone to quickly gather around the camp. Scatter around and see if you can run into three grids.

Maybe they just ran into each other?

After all, Sange has been running out for quite a while.

Calculate the time, it's almost time to arrive.

……

Tara bent down, and gently and deftly untied the rope from the girl's feet with only one hand.

This kind of knot is very clever - it is effortless to untie, but once the prey is caught, it is very difficult to break free.

"I'm afraid I'm dead."

Tara said in a hoarse voice, frowning, showing her white teeth.

He is the commander of the guard who has been with the little general for many years. He is full of divine power and loyal.

Back then, when the little general was still very young, he already admired him very much and asked him to come from his father.

(End of this chapter)