"It seems that I'm coming into the encirclement of the Tartars." Cao Bianjiao laughed fearlessly.

No matter how many enemies there are in front of you, whether you don’t have a good location or not, Cao Bianjiao will not feel scared.

Soldiers must have the momentum of moving forward, with the right time, place and people. Even if the two in front are not on their side, then there must be peace of people.

The brave will win! The Ming Dynasty will win!

This is Cao Bianjiao’s belief, even if he dies while standing, it is better than living on his knees.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

The horn sounds.

The Ming army was ready for battle.

Because the number of people is not superior, and the number of enemies is still cavalry. Moreover, this is a bit troublesome, so Cao Bianjiao did not settle the square formation that he usually used, but laid a triangle formation.

On the outside, the first row of the 1,000 Central Imperial Guards, and behind them are the 3,000-day prison troops.

Two thousand Central Imperial Guards and one thousand baggage troops were left as mobile forces. At this time, the caravans were also organized to join the battle. Although theirs were not soldiers, it was not manpower.

Even if you have not undergone systematic military training, there is still no problem in completing some simple auxiliary work.

"You guys! You guys go east to carry weapons to our soldiers! Hurry up, hurry up!" The quarantine officer stood in the carriage with a loudspeaker and commanded the members of the caravan in a mess.

"What do you guys do? What are you doing? Don't you understand what I'm talking about?" The quarantine officer looked at the caravan's people, and couldn't help but burst into two halves of temples. Why are there such a fool? When will he make trouble here again?

If it weren't for the sake of being the Ming people, I would have slashed you with one knife!

Fortunately, these people were a little messy, but they were all in the inner circumference and could not affect the outer circumference army.

After Cao Bianjiao finished the deployment, he looked at the messy inside and frowned. This is the difference between the civilians and the military. He had completed the formation, but they were still in a mess and mindless place.

We can't let Ran continue so chaotic. There are at least two thousand caravans. These people can still play the role of a thousand troops if they are used properly.

So Cao Bianjiao picked up a trumpet and walked towards them.

"Don't move me!" Cao Bianjiao shouted with a trumpet.

This roar shocked these mindless people like a tiger roar. They stopped making noise and turned their eyes to Cao Bianjiao.

The quartermaster retreated in disappointment. As expected, the army commander was still powerful. It was useless to call him here for a long time, but the army commander immediately shocked these things.

Too awesome.

The quartermaster looked at Cao Bianjiao with admiration.

"Now I will incorporate all of you into the wartime system in accordance with the Ming Dynasty Military Management Regulations! In other words, you are now soldiers like us! If you understand that if you are soldiers, you must take up weapons to fight!" Cao Bianjiao continued to roar.

"Soldiers! Fight!"

The people in the caravan were suddenly panicked. The people in the guards were fine. They just did this kind of blood-licking job on swords, but the people in the caravan were different. They came to make money on the grassland, but they were not here to sacrifice their lives.

"Now you must obey our arrangements, carry the weapons up to give them to the supplies, and pick up your swords and prepare for battle at any time!" Cao Bianjiao's eyes were sharp like a knife.

"General Cao, General Cao! My father is Changding Bo, I am Changding Bo's eldest son. I have no power to tie a chicken to my hands, so you have to keep me." A young man came forward cryingly.

He is the eldest son of Changding Bo. He came here just to earn some money and spend it with His Majesty. He was not here to save his life. Now that he is in danger, he must not report his father's name, so that he can get the attention of Cao Bianjiao.

When a young man thinks that his father is a noble person, he, Cao Bianjiao, dares to ignore him?

But he was really wrong. Cao Bianjiao doesn’t matter what kind of noble you are or not. Now you will either become the sword in his hand or die!

"Bang!"

Cao Bianjiao took out his pistol and shot the eldest son of Chang Dingbo in the thigh.

The people present were shocked by this action.

Seeing the eldest son of Changding Bo lying on the ground, holding his thighs, wailing, there were several more noble people who had a relatively noble life experience and stopped their desire to move.

"Who else needs to take care of yourself! Come up, I will take good care of you!"

"Did you see this person?" Cao Bianjiao pointed at the one on the ground.

"If you don't respect military orders! The next time you bloom is your head!"

Cao Bianjiao looked at the eldest son of Changding Bo on the ground with contempt. He just wanted to establish his authority and came out. Thank you!

As expected, these people under their authority would never dare to ask for any preferential treatment, otherwise they would really be sent to the most dangerous place.

This General Cao is a ruthless man, and he can also see from his actions just now.

In fact, it can't be considered a big camp in the Tartar military camp, it's just a bunch of simple tents.

These Tartars appeared here because the scouts found out that this was the passage for the Ming army to transport supplies, so the Tartars came here in advance to wait.

A bald man in a tent in the west was grilling a beef leg. When he saw that the surface of the beef leg was charred, he picked it up and cut it with a knife. The blood on the beef leg dripped down. Looking carefully, the beef was still covered with blood, at most five minutes cooked.

The strong man inserted his knife into his mouth, without any seasonings, and he ate this original flavor.

The drops of blood came out of his mouth and flowed down his beard to the leather armor.

"Report to the general, I found the Ming army ahead!" At this time, a Tartar soldier hurriedly broke into the big bill and knelt down.

The bald strong man heard this and swallowed his scarlet tongue hard and licked the blood on his lips. He stood up and grabbed the mace next to him. The iron nails on the mace were black and shiny, and blood could be seen vaguely.

"It's been here! Let me, Laxtron, smash the heads of those wise men!" As he said that, he waved the mace in his hand.

The other half, a short but very strong Tartar, also heard the report of the scout below.

It looks like he is much more gentle than the bald man when he was eating.

Seeing him kicking away a woman who was kneeling in front of him and cutting flesh and feeding him, he grabbed the leather armor placed next to him and put it on.

Drawing the knife makes a cruel flow to the surface.

The woman was so scared that she knelt on the ground and begged for mercy, but she could only make a sound from her mouth.

Seeing that the woman's mouth was empty, her tongue disappeared but was cut off by this person.

A knife flashed across the woman's head and landed on the ground with her unclosed eyes.

"Hahaha! It's still interesting to play with this Ming woman. I wonder how many Ming women can be caught this time!"

The short and strong Tartar smiled grimly, but what hung in his tent was the totem of the Neikalkha tribe.

That's right, the Tartars in the east are not from the Chahar tribe, they are from the Neikhal tribe, but it's strange why they appeared here.
Chapter completed!