Chapter 421: These bones will be your end!

When everyone's faces became unfair after hearing his answer, Daoist Liu, who had a gray face, looked at Chen Xiaoyang with anger. "Why do you think you can stop the other side's cavalry? How many of you are? Tell you, even if you have several times more people, it is impossible to stop them. At that time, the rebels will be in danger. Why don't we let us walk directly along the coast? In that way, there will be no more people who can escape?"

Chen Xiaoyang raised his eyes and glanced at the old man dressed as a Taoist priest. His cold gaze seemed to be even colder than the cold wind like a knife, which made Taoist Liu tremble in his heart and stopped talking.

"General Wu, if you believe us, then please give us your back. As long as we are not dead, there will never be a war horse crossing us. Besides, in our eyes, the four thousand cavalry are just four thousand fast-moving local dogs." Chen Xiaoyang's faint tone was filled with endless confidence and strength. "If you rushed to the beach at this time, without a dock and relying on a small boat, there was no way to completely transfer everyone in the shortest time, so your proposal was not a good idea at all."

Chen Xiaoyang's words seemed very strong, but when they fell into the ears of the rebel generals, they only felt their chests warm and hot. Only the Taoist Master Liu's face looked darker and more distorted.

"That's right, Master Liu, please remember. I have assured you that everyone in this rebel army must leave safely, and no one can be missing." Li Zhengdao next to him interjected in a deep voice. Although he disdained this person's identity, at this moment, he was also one of the rescued people, unless he wanted to die himself. Then, Li Zhengdao and others have the obligation to protect the safety of the entire rebel army.

Nothing else, just for the same purpose, they are all their own compatriots and their own brothers and sisters.

"Mr. Li, Chen, Battalion Commander Chen, you can tell me, do whatever you should do. I, Wu Ping, can trust you." Wu Ping looked at the soldiers in black who sat back in the wheat field and bandaged or rested. At this moment, he no longer had any hesitation. The other party's sincerity had reached its extreme, and he had to act a trick, that was to joke about his relatives and the lives of his fellow villagers.

"Okay, please General Wu and others immediately inform your large army to speed up the retreat. Stationmaster Li, we have collected some horse and ox carts, which are about 70 to 80, not many, but it should be useful so that the elderly and children can save some effort and speed faster." Chen Xiaoyang did not talk nonsense, because at this moment, the Mongolian cavalry who came from the four thousand Rehe River were coming madly, preparing to use their proud cavalry and shooting to keep this rebel army in Zhili. If possible, it would be best to kill more than 10,000 enemies and make more military achievements...

The brigade was riding on the indistinguishable path in the wilderness. The rumbling sound of hooves even covered the howling wind in the sky. The shaking smoke and dust rose up towards the sky with the wind, as if this was not a cavalry, but a group of demons swept with sand and storms.

From time to time, the sob sound of horns sounded, as if it brought the desolation of the grassland to these great plains that became deserted and withered due to harvest and the arrival of winter.

"How far is it from Yangerzhuang?" Next to the main road, dozens of Mongolian knights were gathering together. The leader had a typical Mongolian round face. His eyes might be used to the blowing of wind and sand, and he always squinted his thin slit eyes as if there were only two dark gaps completely hidden in the shadows. However, the sharp cold light that occasionally flashed, and his thick and strong body as if it was a buffalo, seemed to show people the strength and pride of the wolf nation.

"General, it's less than ten miles away from Yanger Village. Should we let our brothers take a break? We have been traveling for five days, and the people and horses are already very tired." A Mongolian knight next to him replied loudly.

"No, both the people and the horses are tired. I know that, but our enemies must be more tired than us. Don't forget that we are descendants of the Cang Wolf and White Deer. Our ancestors rely on their mounts to expedition thousands of miles away, and even reach the end of the sea." The Mongolian general rejected his subordinates' proposal without hesitation. "Those Han people have always been slaves at our feet. Can they still treat us with four thousand powerful Zhuosuo and Zhaowuda warriors?"

"That's right, if those Han people were hares fleeing in a hurry, we were the eagles soaring in the sky. As long as we spread our wings, what prey we can't catch?" A Mongolian rider next to him shouted loudly, and his words were recognized by many people.

"But one thing makes me wonder. There should be ten thousand Zhili Green Camp guarding the Yangerzhuang area to block the way for those thieves. But why, we walked along the way, but only saw those ruts and footprints. Could it be that they passed so easily?" said a Mongolian knight with a goatee and long eyebrows.

"No matter what, the Han people's green camps are completely a group of wastes. What can they do? Maybe now, they have already made the thieves escape like a group of lambs." The Mongolian general, Tenger, the strongest warrior of Zhuosutu, finally spoke again, instigated the horses under him to roar loudly: "Mongols, Mongolians, descendants of the Cang Wolf, our lambs to hunt are right in front, chase after them, bit them, tear them apart, let the Han people understand who we are!!!" With his loud roar, the red and black round face was like a bear roaring angrily. The mount under him was in his roar, and raised his front hooves to the ground.

"Oh my fault..." The galloping knights answered with their strange screams. They drove the horses on their bodies, speeded up again, and ran wildly...

Time seemed to pass very slowly. Soon, ten miles seemed to have passed in the blink of an eye. Yangerzhuang was already close to her. Just before the turning point of jumping onto a hill about a mile away from Yangerzhuang, the Mongolian general Tengge, who had been rushing in front of the cavalry, suddenly raised his head, seemed to hear or see something, suddenly raised his hand and ordered the brigade to stop. His skillful riding skills quickly frustrated the galloping horse and slowed down.

"General, what's wrong?" An officer came over and ran to Tenger and asked loudly. At this moment, after the galloping horse stopped, the sound of hooves of the chaotic pedaling were still extremely noisy.

"There is a smell of burning corpses, many corpses... I smelled it." Tenger narrowed his eyes and actually rose up, stepped on the saddle and stood on the horse's back, facing the east, took a deep breath, and said in a deep voice, and there was a sense of confusion in his narrow eyes.

"Let the brigade slow down, let's go and take a look first." After Tenger sat back on his horse, he jumped on his horse and whipped his whip and ran forward. Dozens of elite Mongolian riders immediately ran towards him, and the brigade slowly moved forward.

"Changshengtian, what exactly happened here?..." Along the way, Tengel, who had been fighting spirit, looked at everything in front of him. Even though he was sitting on the horse's back, he still felt cold in his heart.

Many Mongolian knights around him had jumped off their horses and knelt on the grass, vomiting heart-wrenchingly, as if their stomachs were not their own, and they had to vomit all out of their mouths and be willing to vomit them out.

What made them like this was because of everything they saw in front of them. Tenger tried hard to suppress the urge to vomit like his subordinate. However, his narrowed pupils and his big hand that caused his fingertips to turn white due to pinching the reins could clearly express his mood.

The extremely miserable scene in front of him made him feel as if he had seen hell. The layers of camps piled up around him were scorched into half-parted wooden charcoal, the flags, clothes, supplies, and even some broken swords and arrows representing the logo of Zhili Green Camp.

However, what these represent is just a kind of desolation. What makes the Mongolian cavalry tremble are the piles of charred and burnt corpses in the middle of the barracks, and even some charred places, which have been blown down by the strong wind, revealing the inner white bones, emitting a strange white light.

The human bodies that were once twisted and deformed in the flames were clearly presented in their eyes, and some even had corpses that were only half burned and the other half were roasted into dried meat...

Tenger closed his eyes. He didn't want to look anymore because he felt a cold breath in his heart, almost freezing his whole body. Compared with the cold breath, the howling cold wind was as warm as the spring breeze blowing the tips of tender grass buds.

"Here, General, there is a wooden sign here, it seems that someone was standing here on purpose." A blue-white knight ran around the camp and shouted loudly, pointing to the distance behind him.

"Go and see, get out of here, you cowards, look at how you bent over and vomit, you are simply a group of useless women!" Tenger roared loudly, and took the whip in his hand and whipped the cotton armor of a Mongolian knight who was softly pouring in front of his horse and vomiting. He took out the white cotton and iron sheets inside, and whipped the Mongolian knight sweetly and almost spit out a mouthful of blood. However, at this moment, Tenger's scolding aroused the barbarity and courage in the bones of these grassland people. He straightened his back, wiped off the stains on his mouth, and flew onto the horse. He followed Tenger's figure and ran away.
Chapter completed!