Chapter 2376

Outside the city, the caravan selling horses has completed the identity transformation of the army.

When the prisoners of war left the city, they each received a package and leaned on their backs.

In the package are three days' dry food and a water bag. The rest can only depend on personal luck.

As soon as everyone got on the horse, the fire inside rose.

Outside the city, you can only see some information through the door hole blocked by the cart.

Then Wang Yan and Xiao Guwei rushed out one after another.

As soon as he came out, Wang Yan shouted, "withdraw! Go now!"

He and Xiao Guwei also took a burden alone. After they hurried on the horse, a team of more than 200 people, almost 400 horses, started.

"Ma song!"

Zhao Xing finally shouted to the city, and then began to accelerate with the brigade.

He knew that Ma song might never get out again, and he was a little sad.

But the black thorn didn't see Cai Hu coming out. Someone was asking Xiao Guwei who came out last.

Xiao Guwei didn't answer. His face was a little ugly.

The black spikes put down their doubts, and then divided more than ten horses from left to right to investigate the enemy coming out of other city gates.

Wang Yan has left Cai Hu's death behind. He knows that the rescue operation has initially succeeded. The rest depends on his luck.

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The tall and gorgeous palace could not attract Mier's interest. He stepped down from the throne and paced in the palace.

Those courtiers who came were in anger, while several officials suspected of retaliating for the assassination of the civil servant were filled with righteous indignation.

"They must have been assassinated by the Ming army!"

A civil official vowed: "yes, the Ming army is to disturb the order in the city. Let's pay attention to these, and then they can take the opportunity to rescue the prisoners of war."

This is a reversal!

And it's a reasonable reversal!

Everyone should agree with this analysis, but Mier Gan turned and looked at it. What he saw was numbness, but what he felt was ambiguity.

With a large number of people, it will naturally be divided into factions or small groups. Wouldn't it be better for everyone to keep warm together!

But the consequence of such a small group is to distinguish between the enemy and ourselves first, regardless of right and wrong.

This will make this large group lose its combat effectiveness, and infighting will continue to occur over time.

Internal friction!

Mei'er sighed in her heart, but she had nothing to do!

He integrated all forces of Hari at the cost of some indigestion.

Indigestion is no matter how strong the action hand is to straighten out the relationship, the price is mostly vomiting and diarrhea.

Mier paced up with his dry face sinking like water.

He turned to sit down. Someone came outside.

This is a cavalry. He is wearing a leather jacket. This is a portrayal of attacking without preparation.

Meier Gan didn't care about it. He valued the result more.

The cavalry's face is ruddy. No, it's very ruddy. You can even see sweat stains.

Meiergan held the handle of the short sword and wanted to find a happy look on the cavalry's face, but she was a little disappointed.

All he saw was panic.

"Wang is the army of the Ming people."

Meiergan clenched the hilt of the sword, and all the officials stopped intriguing. Even a general couldn't help drinking and asked, "where are they? Have they killed all?"

The cavalry's cheeks were trembling and his eyes were frightened.

Mier Gan Wen said, "make it clear."

The cavalry was encouraged. He blinked his eyes and said nervously: "Wang, the Ming people ran away. They came to save the prisoners. They are very powerful. One person can defeat ten of us, very powerful, very powerful..."

He's praising the enemy!

Those generals looked at the cavalry who didn't know they had made a big mistake, while the civil servants were thinking and began to analyze the context of the matter.

The cavalry continued, "we have caught up with them, but the Ming people poured oil and lit a fire at the gate, which blocked our way."

The hall is very quiet. Everyone knows that Meier is going crazy.

"Go on."

Meier Gan's tone was very calm, as if she were asking about the menu of the banquet to be held in the afternoon.

The cavalry also felt that something was wrong, but under everyone's attention, they had to harden their head and say, "they ran away."

Yes, by the time he came to report, the Ming army had disappeared, so he was confused about many things.

A general asked, "did the fire seal the gate?"

The cavalry shook his head and the general angrily said, "why don't you go around the side?"

The cavalry said wrongfully, "all the sides are blocked by carts. They can only leave. The war horses can't get out."

What's a sergeant without a war horse going out for?

Die?

Dead silence!

At this moment, Meier Gan was in the mood to see the reaction of the ministers. He was even guessing what they thought at this moment.

The silence was long, and Mier Gan simply analyzed the classification of these small groups and the degree of threat to himself.

The cavalry who came to report felt a little incredible. When he wanted to come, the Ming army sent a small group of troops to sneak into Samarkand to rescue the prisoners, which was a great shame to the people in the hall.

Great humiliation... Shouldn't we retaliate immediately?

Go after it!

Sending a large number of cavalry to hunt down is the king's way.

A general finally couldn't help saying, "king, we should chase them right away!"

Another general also vowed: "Wang, those prisoners won't run long. We just need to send cavalry to bite them for half a day at most. After lunch, they are like wild dogs who fled and were stopped. They will kneel down and pray for our forgiveness."

When the cavalry heard this, he found that he had missed important news. His left face twitched. Taking advantage of the pause of several generals, he said, "Wang, the Ming people pretended to be a caravan selling war horses and brought hundreds of horses."

Several generals looked at each other, and the first one said, "king, this is Haley. We are constantly supplemented by war horses, and their war horses will continue to weaken. It will take two days, up to three days."

Mei'er nodded and said, "go, there are more than 200 of them. Take 3000 cavalry and find them, dead or alive!"

The general answered with joy and strode away.

With more than 100 Ming troops and less than 300 prisoners of war, the Ming army will experience what a large number of people are!

Meiergan made arrangements, and the faces of the ministers became more relaxed.

"Wang, there are no big people among the prisoners of war. They are only left to show the world Harley's bravery."

A civil servant said forcefully, "those meat charmers will soon know about it. They will despise us, so they must keep the Ming army."

These mie'er cadres all know that he has been forbearing since his important minister was assassinated. He didn't go to investigate on a large scale. His purpose is just to cover up and don't want the meat that has come to belittle ha lie.

Those damn guys!

Meier Gan sneered in her heart and knew that the meat fan would secretly ridicule.

But who cares!

"The king, the meat fan messenger wants to see you."

Mei'er's face was green. He sat back and said, "let him in."

Later, the meat fan messenger came in. After he saluted, he was surprised and said, "dear king Harley, I just heard that there was a man-made rebellion in the city, so I was worried that there would be problems with my allies."

This is a tentative question, a little rude.

Mei'er said calmly, "the Ming army sent spies to set fire near the city gate and rescued some prisoners who were cleaning the city."

Detective, this is to show that there are few people, just sneaking around.

Setting fire is a proof of Ming people's timidity and concealment.

Some prisoners, this is to tell the messenger that there may be an anonymous big man among the prisoners of the Ming Dynasty. This is not a mistake, it's just a fluke.

The meat fan messenger was satisfied with the news. Before he left, he asked enthusiastically, "dear king Harley, do you need great meat fan warriors to attack? They will bring back the enemy's head and hang it on the city gate and be dried by the strong wind."

Mier said faintly, "Ha lie never lacks warriors."

This was a decline, and the messenger immediately left.

Mei'er's dry look was calm, but green veins appeared on the back of his hand holding the handle of the sword.

He looked at the ministers with different faces and said, "go and clean up."

After they all went out, the cold light flashed and a short sword came out of its scabbard.

"Stupid!"