Good son-in-law of the Ming Dynasty

It was still pitch black, but there was no starlight to be seen this night.

Most of the ancients had night blindness. Generally speaking, when it was dark, no one would move out.However, this rule does not exist for scouts.

Sanqi Tanma led the horses and walked slowly in the field.

Because they were exploring horses, they had to take care of their horsepower. None of the three of them had any armor, but only a gray cotton-padded jacket. The hats on their heads were exactly Bai Dengying's attire.

In fact, from Datong to Wanquan Zuowei, the cautious Xie Tianran sent out the scouts without stopping.

The security range of the Baideng camp has expanded to a radius of [-] miles. As scouts, these three are naturally the most elite warriors in the army, and they are also sophisticated that ordinary people do not possess.

If Su Mu doesn't fail as expected, the Ming army in Yingzhou will definitely win an unprecedented victory.The way to the northwest and north has been heavily guarded. If the little prince wants to escape north, the only way to go is the Xuanfu.

The little prince fled lightly, and his subordinates must be the strongest among the Tatars, so he couldn't be careless.

Of course, only Xie Ziran, Hu Shun and other core decision-makers knew about this.As scouts, they only knew that Bai Dengying would soon contact a Tatar army. All they needed to do was to do what they were doing, find the enemy as soon as possible, and then report to Xie Ranran.

Wanquan Zuowei can be said to be the last guard post of the northern frontier defense of the Ming Empire. As long as you cross the Yanghe River, you can walk [-] miles to the Great Wall.As long as you cross this barrier, there is a smooth grassland to the north.At that time, with the fast horses of the Tatars, the sky will be as high as the birds can fly.

For Xie Ziran, the scout cavalry has blind trust. Since the commander said that the enemy will come here soon, it must come.

It was still very dark, and it could be said that you couldn't see your fingers, but in the darkness, you could still see a pair of green eyes flickering non-stop, and at the same time, there was a faint smell of alcohol wafting.

Looking down, it turned out that a scout was lying on the ground, putting his ear on the loess, listening carefully.

One of the scouts laughed softly: "Yan Gouzi, you are a fucking dog. Seeing the way you pouted your butt, I really want to kick your butt."

The man named Yan Gouzi on the ground turned his head and spat, lowered his voice and scolded with a smile: "F*ck, you know what it means to listen to the music by sticking to the ground, learn from it. When Grandpa was walking on the Tartar grassland, you were still in your mother's crotch Keep it in your pocket! Learn, Grandpa has a lot of abilities, you only need to steal a lesson or two, and you will never learn from it.”

The green in his eyes became brighter.

A standing scout shrank his neck in the cold wind and muttered: "Here we go again, Yan Gouzi, are you still talking about your time on the Tartar grassland? Speaking of which, you are also a big deal The master is an old man. As far as I know, most of the [-] or so people who worked with Mr. Xie had a thousand households, deputy thousand households, or at least a hundred households. How the hell did you get so miserable? I'm still a big soldier now, if only I had a big opportunity like you."

"You know shit." Yan Gouzi scolded in a low voice: "Grandpa is not made to be an official, and he can't stand so many rules. After helping our boss with this big event, I will return home and marry an aunt , have a baby and go live."

Another scout said with a smile: "Don't make it seem like you don't want to be an official. The reason why you are so unlucky is not because you are addicted to drinking and missed a few things, so the old man doesn't want you."

"You!" Yan Gouzi was furious at being ridiculed by his colleagues, stood up abruptly, grabbed the man by the collar, and opened his mouth to scold.

A strong smell of alcohol almost made people faint.

At this moment, the war horse let out a snort, and then pricked up its ears at the same time.

Yan Gouzi suddenly let go of the scout, and shouted fiercely: "Shut up, there seems to be some movement."

As an old man who ran away with Xie to the Tatar Grassland, Yan Gouzi had never encountered any danger, and he also knew that a war horse that had undergone rigorous training was extremely alert, and his ears were much sharper than humans.

Seeing how they pricked up their ears at the same time, they obviously heard something.

Seeing Yan Gouzi's frightening expression, the other two scouts quieted down at the same time and listened carefully, only the whistling wind was in the distance.

Can't hear anything, can't see anything.

Yan Gouzi lay down again and put his ears on the ground.

I don't know how long it took, Yan Gouzi stood up from the ground: "There are many people in the south of the front, all cavalry, and I can't hear them clearly. But, yes, they should be Tatars."

The two scouts were stunned, and asked softly at the same time: "Isn't it a mistake, is it really a Tatar brigade?"

Yan Gouzi sneered: "It's unmistakable, it's the Mongolian horse of the Tatars. This kind of horse is short in size, but thick in legs. The vibration of the horse's hooves on the ground is completely different from our war horses in the Central Plains. Moreover, the number of enemies should be more Hundred. The Tartars are coming!"

One of them said worriedly: "Yan Gouzi, even if it is a Mongolian horse, it cannot be said for sure that it is a Tatar, maybe it is a town soldier from Xuanfu."

Yan Gouzi sneered: "Our Daming's frontier army doesn't have the habit of marching in the middle of the night, there are so many people, hehe, Daming, Daming!"

It has been 60 or [-] years since Tumubao.

The courage of the Ming army was exhausted in that battle. Let alone marching in the middle of the night, even if the enemy invaded, they could only hide in the fortress and watch the enemy slaughter the people and rob property, and then watched them go back.

Such an army is frustrating to think about.

The two scouts fell silent at the same time as they thought of the unbearable situation of the Daming Frontier Army.

After a while, there was a faint sound of horseshoes, although the sound was not loud.But the vibration from the horse's hooves hitting the ground was clearly audible, and it made one's heart feel like it was about to jump out of the cavity.

Yan Gouzi opened his mouth and smiled: "That's right, it's a Tatar brigade. It should be between three and five hundred, one man and two horses, all elite. Hehe, those who can use such an army will not be small people. Our boss will have caught a big fish!"

"Yan Gouzi, let's go and report to the Grand Master." A scout was about to mount his horse.

Yan Gouzi pulled him back: "You can't ride a horse, go for a while first, don't alarm the enemy."

Then, he took off the cotton coat, cut it with a knife, and wrapped the horse's hoof.

The three hurriedly led the horses and galloped forward for two miles, then got on the horses and ran back to the camp like flying.

At this moment, it was about three or four o'clock in the middle of the night in the time of later generations. It was strange to say that when the three scouts returned to the camp, the dark clouds in the sky dispersed, and the ground was illuminated like day.

The news that the main force of the Tatars resisted the scheduled battlefield awakened everyone at the same time. Everyone silently put on their armor and bridle their horses, and quietly went to the poplar forest beside the Yang River.