Chapter 423 The entire army sets out!

In Funing City, an assembly order suddenly came down, requiring the soldiers of the 3,000-strong camp to bring seven days of dry food and drinking water.

Zuo Lengchan had already adjusted his mentality. He took his fellow apprentices to put on armor and rode tall horses to the assembly point.

Looking around, flags flutter in the wind, like lighthouses leading thousands of troops and indicating the direction of progress.

The cavalrymen were wearing cotton armor and had stern faces. They stood straight, one hand holding the reins and the other on the hilt of the sword.

The horses beside him had their muscles tense and occasionally used their hooves to stir up the mud under their feet. They were extremely well-behaved.

“With such a mighty army, who in the world dares to confront it?” Lu Bai exhaled slowly and said excitedly.

Le Hou stroked his beard and said with a smile: "Achievements are just around the corner!"

Zhong Zhen couldn't help but shout out: "A real man should carry a three-foot sword and accomplish unparalleled feats!"

"Junior brothers, let's go!" Zuo Lengchan gently kicked the horse's belly. The BMW under his crotch understood and slowly walked to the side of the martial arts stage.

Not long after, Qiu Yue and others came over surrounding Zhu Shou.

Upon seeing this, Zuo Lengchan and the others dismounted from their horses, half-knelt on the ground and shouted, "Greetings, General!"

"All soldiers, please don't bow!"

Zhu Shou stepped onto the martial arts stage and looked around. More than 16,000 cavalrymen were lined up in an orderly manner, covering the sky and the sun.

He took a deep breath and said in a voice that shook the sky: "All the soldiers, regardless of whether they are Han or Mongolian, are now the three thousand iron cavalry battalions of the Ming Dynasty! Your only goal is to follow my footsteps and crush the enemy under your horses' hooves!"

As he spoke, Zhu Shou drew out his sword, his voice resounding and powerful, echoing all around: "We stand under the flag of the Ming army, with the sun, the moon, the mountains and the rivers as witnesses. We swear to fight the enemy chieftain to the death, with swords pointing to the sky and our robes stained with blood. We will not stop until we achieve our goal!"

After hearing this, Zuo Lengchan and the others couldn't help but raise their fists and shouted:
"I will fight until I die until I achieve my goal!"

"I will fight until I die until I achieve my goal!"

"We will fight until we die!"

"Army attack!"

Zhu Shou pointed his sword, and the vanguard general Zuo Lengchan jumped on his horse and pulled the reins. The horse neighed and galloped towards the grassland. Behind him, Lu Bai, Fei Bin, Le Hou, Zhong Zhen, Tang Ying'e and others followed in turn, and then the cavalrymen from various groups.

For a moment, the entire parade ground was covered in flying dust, and the sound of horses’ hooves was like thunder, shaking the earth.

Zhu Shou also mounted his horse and set off with Qiu Yue and the cavalry.

Only Peng Ze was sitting in the big tent, his expression a mixture of joy and sorrow.

The good news is that the young master has the qualities of Taizu and Taizong.

What’s worrying is that the previous young master was like this too, and he just acted arrogantly.

After much thought, he decided to write a letter to ask Yang Tinghe, Liang Chu and others to return to the capital as soon as possible, so that if an irreversible situation really happened, there would be no one who could turn the tide.

Zuo Lengchan was walking in front of the vast grassland when he suddenly saw a familiar figure. He was stunned for a moment, and then he was surprised:

Could it be that Lord Ou is here too?

"Alliance Leader Zuo, I haven't seen you for a while. How come your temples have turned gray?" The man looked over, bowed, and greeted with a smile.

"Mr. Gao, where is Lord Ou now?" Zuo Lengchan asked with a wry smile and after returning the greeting.

"This is a military secret. I dare not talk about it carelessly." Mu Gaoweng raised his head, quite proud.

Lu Bai was not indulging Mu Gaoweng, so after he caught up with him, he asked with a smile, "Why did you come here, old man, instead of staying by Lord Ou's side to take care of him?"

"I have come here on orders to lead the way for you." Mu Gaoong said cheerfully.

"You? Lead the way?" Lu Bai looked Mu Gaoweng up and down, with disbelief written all over his face.

"Hahaha," Mu Gaoweng laughed out loud, "Crane Hand, have you forgotten my nickname in the martial arts world? My master said a long time ago that there are people who are called names incorrectly, but there are no wrong nicknames."

Everyone in Songshan was stunned, and then they remembered that Mu Gaoweng had the nickname "Bright Camel of the Northern Frontier" in the underworld.

Zuo Lengchan's heart tightened. He remembered that when he was in Hengshan County, Lord Ou commissioned the masters of Emei, Beggars' Sect and Hengshan to capture Mu Gaoweng alive.
Could it be that at that time, Lord Ou had already planned to let Mu Gaoweng lead the Ming soldiers? !

After realizing this, Zuo Lengchan couldn't help but sigh in his heart. At that time, Lord Ou was only a seventh-rank editor in the Hanlin Academy, but he already had a broad mind and ambitions.

Looking back at myself, I am already in my fifties, but still wandering around in the world. Compared with this, I am really far away from him, which makes me feel ashamed.

At the same time, thirty miles outside the Kharchin tribe, tents stretched for hundreds of miles, with horses of all kinds shuttling among them.

Although Dayan Khan and Ordo Guhai were standing on a high place, they could not see the situation of the Kharchin tribe.

"Three days ago, scouts under my command sneaked into the outskirts of the Kharchin tribe and vaguely saw a suit of armor. I asked the envoy sent to the Ming Dynasty and he said it was a fish-scale leaf armor." Ordo Guhai looked ahead and said slowly.

The so-called fish-scale leaf armor has a gold-smeared phoenix-wing helmet. The armor is covered with fish-scale-like armor plates arranged in layers, and there is a golden ascending dragon on each side of the chest, so it is very eye-catching.

This thing was one of the ten sets of armor brought by Zhu Shou. Because it was too flashy, it was borrowed by Ou Zanghua.

Dayan Khan asked calmly, "Anda means that the Ming emperor is in the Kharachin tribe?"

“It’s possible”

Ordo Guhai laughed and continued, "Compared to sixty-six years ago, the emperor is smarter now. At least he doesn't stay away from the water source."

"Then keep exploring!"

Dayan Khan thought for a while and said, "In addition to the battlefield here, we must also pay attention to the movements of the nine towns of the Ming Dynasty. If the defenders of Jizhou and Changping make any unusual movements, we can also break in directly, take the capital directly, and rebuild Jingkang."

"Very good!"

Li Xiaowu lay on the ground, staring at the two figures riding horses in the distance and the guards surrounding them.

He knew in his heart that those two were definitely not ordinary people!
However, the distance between them was too far, and neither arrows nor muskets could reach the two men at all.

Otherwise, he wouldn't mind exchanging his own life for the other person's life.

At this moment, a guard's eyes suddenly fell on where he was.

Li Xiaowu held his breath and concentrated for a moment, like a lifeless pile of dirt, lying on the grass, motionless.

Until the team went further and further away, and the setting sun was as red as blood, filling the sky, he slowly and quietly stood up from the hidden grass, and with swift and silent movements, he performed Qinggong, and his figure was as fast as a swallow, rushing all the way to the secret gathering place agreed upon with his companions.

After waiting for a while, a cavalry with black horses and black clothes approached. They were the Night Soldier Team of the Fifth Army Camp.

Li Xiaowu immediately went to meet him, jumped on his horse and said, "Sign up!"

"Number One Wu Sanyi!"

"Number Two Zheng Guandong!"

"Number Three Wang Datian!"

"Number 8. Feng closes the door."

The expressions of the team members changed and they all looked at Feng Guanmen.

Realizing that he had been exposed, the man hurriedly tightened the reins, intending to escape. However, his movements were a little slow after all. The knife in Li Xiaowu's hand could not be seen, only an extremely sharp cold light flashed by.

In an instant, a shocking long scar appeared on the man's neck, and blood gushed out like a flood breaking through a dam.

Then, the man fell off the horse weakly.

Such scenes not only occurred during the night raids by the Ming army, but also during the battles between the Mongolian scouts and the Red Army. The battle between the two sides had lasted for several days and was extremely bloody and cruel.
(End of this chapter)