At the north gate of Juyong Pass, Fan Guang, wearing two-colored armors of Chixuan, stood with the battlements standing next to him. The soldiers of the Fenwu Camp, who were standing beside him, leaning against the city wall, were sitting half of his body stained with blood.

On the city wall, there were corpses lying everywhere, including Oirat soldiers and Ming soldiers. But more were people who were beaten up by coarse cloth and were carried by Oirat soldiers to serve as cannon fodder.

Lao Xie walked up to Guancheng with blood, cursing, and behind him were a few elite soldiers under his command, Heiwa and foal.

"Old Hu, the Marquis has an order. You won't go to the generals. This time the seizure not only contains food, grass and supplies, but also a lot of gold, silver and copper coins. If you don't go, you will be robbed by the rioters."

When the Hutong heard this, his face changed. With a wave of his arm, several polite soldiers on the wall followed and hurriedly followed the Hutong down the wall.

Lao Xie walked to Fan Guang, sighing:

"I finally won the battle and snatched the door, but I had to let the person go."

"It's so fucking fucking annoying!"

Lao Xie kept talking, his tone full of annoyance.

"A hundred breaths left."

Fan Guang, who had been silent, suddenly spoke.

As he said that, Fan Guang took out a rag from his arms, carefully wiped the blood on his hands, then picked up the waist knife that was placed aside, wiped the blood on the hilt of the knife, and then began to wipe the blade.

Lao Xie looked up and looked at the incense table in the distance. A small half of the incense table surrounded by everyone was inserted into it. Now most of the burning is burning, only a little bit of his head is left.

Yang Xin walked over the wall, his eyes crossed the Oirat soldiers who were still retreating from the inside and out of the city gate, and his tone was sarcastic:

"Who would have thought that our Emperor would be held hostage and forced us to let the thieves go, and let these thieves who were about to be cut to death by us."

"Eighty breaths."

Fan Guang, who was wiping the blade, looked up at Xinxiang in the distance, and said another sentence.

Yang Xin looked at Xinxiang's direction strangely, and the sarcasm on his face became even heavier:

"Governor Fan, you are not a three-year-old child anymore, and your general is not a three-year-old child. After half of the pillars of Xinxiang burned, the Oirats could not withdraw at all. If your general dares to start killing the thief, you dare to kill the emperor first."

"I dare not."

Fan Guang wiped the blade clean and began to wipe the scabbard. The scabbard was made of leather nitrogen. The blood on it dried up and bonded, and it was not easy to wipe it. Fan Guang wiped it very carefully.

Yang Xin sneered at him:

"Governor Fan, you are also an old army. You are held on the battlefield by a knife on your neck. If you don't cut it, you will even kill the Emperor. You have to cut it even if you should cut it."

"That's because you have never seen the Marquis lead the army."

Fan Guang, who was rubbing the scabbard, said lightly, and looked up at Xinxiang in the distance, and said again:

"Fifty breaths."

As he said that, Fan Guang put away the cloth strip, wrapped it around his hands, bit it with his teeth, and tied a knot.

Yang Xin next to him was surprised:

"Fan Guang, are you really going to kill someone when Xiangmie is impressed?"

Fan Guang had turned around and began to walk under the wall, his tone was filled with uncontrollable excitement:

"There is an Oirat nobleman who has at least six gold bars on him. I have been observing him for a long time and he has not left the city yet."

Yang Xin took two steps at a time and caught up with Fan Guang:

"You are really going to listen to your general, and kill the Oirats when Xiang is destroyed?"

Fan Guang wrapped the handle of the knife in his hand, stared at a flirt-haired soldier among the Oirat group, and answered without hesitation:

“Why not?”

"I, Fan Guang, have been in the army for many years. Since I followed the Marquis, I found that fighting is so easy. As long as the orders are enforced and the enemy is killed by orders, I can be invincible. Why don't I listen to the Marquis' military orders?"

Yang Xin stood on the stairs and watched Fan Guang walk down, his face a little confused:

"So Sucheng can let you put down the knife that was about to be chopped on the heads of the Oirats, so you were all ready just now. As soon as the incense of letter was burned, you would start killing the Oirats."

Fan Guang pointed his fingers with no knife, then grabbed the wall, jumped, and jumped into the Fenwu Camp soldiers.

Yang Xinyou looked around and saw that the soldiers from the four martial arts camps were packing up the military weapons in his hands.

He was moving quickly, and his sword and gun were raised, especially Zhang Shitou, who had a fleshy face. The steel knife in his hand was about to be handed over to the Oirats who escaped from him.

Zhang Yong suddenly jumped onto the incense table and yelled:

“It’s finished.”

"kill"

The dense shouts of killing sounded almost at the same time. In every corner of the city, the Ming army waved swords and guns and looked at the escaped Oirats.

"Puff puff puff"

The sound of sharp weapons piercing into the flesh rang continuously, and the escaped Oirat soldiers were almost cut down in an integral manner.

The leader fled, and the gold and silver that were restricted from carrying and robbed, livestock and slaves were not allowed to be taken away. The morale of the Oirat soldiers was already very low, and they had hope of escaping just now, and they were only focused on rushing towards the city gate, and never thought about fighting with the Ming army.

The Oirats, who had no fighting spirit, were determined to escape, and Sucheng ordered that the city gate not be closed. The Oirats, who had a direction to escape, were unwilling to resist at all. No matter how many robes were killed or injured, they would not have the intention to resist and were determined to flee north.

Forty thousand Oirat soldiers, only twenty thousand were gone.

The battle ended very quickly.

When Yang Xin saw Fan Guang again, he was already in the Central Army tent in Sucheng.

Fan Guang, who was unloading his armor, was wrapped in thick gauze on his forehead, and his left arm was hung on his shoulders with a strip of cloth. The robe of the general on his body was also covered in blood, but his face was full of pride, and he was holding a gold bar in his hand to show off to the generals and schoolmen in the tent.

"...I stared at the grandson for a long time, and almost let him run away. After being stabbed by the grandson, I got these gold pieces and I got all the money for buying a house in the capital. I turned around and bought it next to the Marquis."

"Your grandson is really devoted to seeking money. He even wants gold even if he doesn't want his life."

Yang Xin sarcastically said a few words to Fan Guang, and then saluted Su Cheng, who was sitting behind the case to deal with military affairs:

"The last general Yang Xin, I have met the Marquis."

Su Cheng raised his head, looked at Yang Xin, and signaled him to sit down:

"Sit first, I handled this military affairs. Zhang Fu asked for half of the money he asked for from the Ministry of War. When distributing, several battalions took the full amount. The governor below made a fuss to me."

As he said that, Su Cheng pulled the military affairs document a few times, dealt with the matter, threw it to the civil servant next to him, then stood up, stretched, and walked out from behind the desk.

"I heard from Fan Guang that your soldiers have been damaged a lot. Do I need to write a letter to General Yang and explain it to you?"

"Juyongguan isolates the north and south, and the news between you and me cannot be communicated. The news is not transmitted in time enough, so it is inevitable that the soldiers and soldiers will suffer some losses."

Su Cheng was talking nonsense.

"Crash"

The tent door was lifted and a cold wind blew in.

Shi Tou, Lao Xie, Sun Yong, Zhang Yi and other generals rushed into the tent, with smug smiles on their faces and holding gold bars and jewelry in their hands.

"I cut down twelve Oirat soldiers and got such a gold bar. I'm going to lose this time."

Zhang Shitou's loud voice almost lifted the roof of the tent. Although he was so disappointed, his face was full of pride. He was even more proud when he showed off the fist-sized gold bar in his hand.

Lao Xie was carrying two strings of jewelry in his hand:

"Your jewelry is not as good as me, it looks like it's a lovely thing. I'm so lucky to wear it on my wife."

Sun Yong was carrying a bag of golden beans inside, and he caught two of them when he saw them:

"I cut off a big beard. There are so many golden beans in the bag on my grandson's back. Alas, Yang Xin? I'll give you another handful, Governor Yang, you helped me a lot when I came to my pregnancy. This is a thank you."

Yang Xin held two golden beans in his hand and looked at Su Cheng next to him in confusion:

"Marty, do you ignore it if they do this?"

Su Cheng was drinking tea, and the warm tea made him feel quite warm. He glanced at Yang Xin next to him:
Chapter completed!