At midnight, the bright moon is in the sky, and the silvery light shines all over the earth.
The lotus flower looks up at the moon in the sky, which is almost full, is it almost fifteen? It has only been three months since I left home, but so many things have happened. It feels like several lifetimes have passed. Seoul is as far away as in another world.
Mother! Are you okay? How is everything at home? Shanxi, Haishou and Shanxi are both gone, how sad it would be for my mother to know. And Zheng Zongze, does mother know that I actually saw Zongze and he is not dead? But he's not here anymore, just to save me...
By now, the king should have known that he had been kidnapped by Wang Shi. How should he deal with it? Will you tell Li Fangyuan? So many people died in the Tieling woods. The local Tieling Guard Commander must have discovered it, and how would they treat it? He should report to the court, right? And how will the imperial court and His Majesty the Emperor react to the kidnapping of the lady from the East Palace, the newly crowned emperor's grandson
Looking at the moon in the distance, Lotus has a lot of thoughts.
The army got ready and set off, with their horses and horses wrapped in hooves, and quietly moved forward in the desert at night. Everyone was nervous and excited. After waiting for two months, they could finally fight face to face.
King Yan found a helmet somewhere in his busy schedule. Lotus put it on obediently. It was a bit big and almost covered his eyes. Ma Sanbao had already had Ma Sanbao change the dressing on his arm and rebandage it, and the bandage was very firm and dense. Lianhua checked herself carefully to make sure there was nothing wrong up and down. Then she followed King Yan's instructions and rode a pony to follow him.
After walking for less than half an hour, it suddenly became clear under the moonlight, including lakes, woods, hillsides, and tents. . It is exactly the same as the sand painting of lotus. Zhu Di stopped his horse and waved his right hand continuously. Deputy General Chen, Ma Sanbao, Wang Jinghong, Hou Xian and several guerrilla generals ran down separately with their teams. There was a slight clicking sound in the dark night. In the blink of an eye, only a dozen soldiers were left guarding behind Zhu Di and Lianhua.
The moonlight was cold and chilling, and the sky in June felt extremely cold.
Lianhua felt that her heart was about to jump out of her chest and couldn't help but glance at King Yan. King Yan looked solemn, standing majestically on his green horse, looking at the Mongolian camp in the distance, his lips pursed tightly, and his body remained motionless.
After a while, first there was the sound of weapons clashing in the Chinese army's tent, and then the garrison barracks in the distance suddenly burst into flames. Someone shouted in Mongolian: "The water is leaking! The water is leaking!", followed by screams of pain. , people are noisy, sheep are running, camels are neighing, and it is chaos.
Zhu Di half stood up, looking into the distance, holding the sword on his horse in his right hand, ready to make up for the missing items at any time and rush to the place where there was difficulty. A dozen soldiers also looked nervously, their hands holding weapons full of sweat.
But this time the Ming Army's cavalry brigade was truly a surprise force. It arrived too quickly. The position of Sha Hua's camp was very accurate. Masters such as Ma Sanbaohou Xian and Wang Jinghong quietly eliminated the guards, and the army could not be concealed by lightning. Erdi rushed directly into the Mongolian army's camping tent. The Mongolians were deep in sleep when they were killed. Most of them woke up and had not had time to put on their clothes. A few of them still couldn't wake up from their sweet dreams with their swords held to their necks, and they were quite impatient. The garrison camp of nearly 10,000 people was uprooted by a surprise attack in the middle of the night, but the Ming army actually won without any surprise.
Zhu Di stood up straight with his sword, looking down at the blazing fire everywhere, listening to the commotion of people, knowing that the overall situation had been decided, the corners of his mouth curved up with a smile on his solemn face.
At this time, Ma Sanbao's loud shout came from the Chinese army tent: "Catch Sorin Timur! Catch Sorin Timur!" Hou Xian next to him also shouted in Mongolian: "Catch Sorin Timur." Lin Timur! Caught Solin Timur!" The Mongolian army suddenly became more confused.
Zhu Di laughed loudly and patted the horse. After running for two steps, he turned back and said to the dozen or so soldiers: "You guys stay here with Miss Lian." The soldiers were reluctant and shouted: "Your Majesty!" They jumped forward with their weapons raised, and the faces of both men and horses were full of expressions of expressions of immeasurability.
Zhu Di hesitated for a moment, then finally sighed, turned around and rode his horse, grabbed the lotus and put it in front of him, shouting: "Let's charge together!" The soldiers cheered and charged straight down with their horses and swords raised. Yes, after waiting for two months, this is what I have been waiting for. Look tonight, I, the Ming Dynasty man, will kill the enemy! Make meritorious service!
When Lianhua saw King Yan turning his horse's head towards her, she secretly shouted "No!". Unfortunately, she had no time to argue or protest, as she was already caught on his horse. Although I sat in front of King Yan last time, at that time I was too frightened and lost my mind, and I had the courage to ignore it while crying. But now I am in a normal state of mind, and I feel embarrassed, shy, helpless, angry and other negative emotions. Lotus is troubled by all kinds of negative emotions. I couldn't help but stiffen my body and try to press against the saddle in front of me. It was as uncomfortable as it felt.
The green horse carried two people on its back, running through the camp and rushing towards the Chinese army tent. More than a dozen soldiers followed closely behind, and a group of people rushed left and right like wolves into a flock of sheep.
The fire covered the moonlight, and roars and screams were endless. Flying arrows and broken spears often flew in front of the horse and behind the horse. Zhu Di easily dismissed them one by one with his sword. Lianhua looked carefully at King Yan's sword. It was about a foot longer than an ordinary saber, and the back of the sword was twice as thick. Lianhua remembered that Li Fangyuan also used a knife, but it had a thin blade and a narrow blade. It was thinner and narrower than ordinary knives, soft and sharp. The last time I saw him compete with Hai Shou, he was using a sharp knife approach, attacking quickly and pressing forward step by step. King Yan has a completely different style. The heavy sword is opened and closed wide, and one hit will definitely hit the enemy.
Lian Hua was thinking about it when suddenly there was a "pop" sound and a burst of blood splashed all over her body and face. At the same time, a human head flew over his head, but it was King Yan who beheaded a Mongolian soldier. Lianhua couldn't help but scream, closed her eyes and buried her head, and hid in King Yan's arms again.
A group of Mongolian soldiers saw that King Yan was a general, whistled to block the soldiers behind, and surrounded the green horse. Zhu Di protected the little man in front of him with his left hand, and slashed with the sword in his right hand. In an instant, several more Mongolian soldiers were cut down, and blood spattered. Lotus couldn't stop trembling, she closed her eyes tightly and didn't dare to look up. I could only hear King Yan laughing loudly, and the sound of "poof" kept coming.
There is a Mongolian saying: "Shoot the arrow! Shoot the woman!" Suddenly the arrows flew like rain and roared. Zhu Di was angry in his heart and he continued to act mercilessly. He swung the sword again and again and made a pop-pop sound. However, the sound of arrows raining became more intensive, almost drowning out the whirring sound of the sword. Lianhua opened her eyes worriedly, but her eyes were dark and she could only see King Yan's broad chest and black armor above her head. He actually leaned over to protect himself! Lianhua was anxious in her heart and pushed with both hands, trying to get King Yan to leave her alone, but how could she push him
Zhu Di's sword wielder got angry, and the sound of the sword was murderous. The Mongolian soldiers fell one after another, and only the screams could be heard. The arrow rain gradually weakened and gradually became silent. The green horses quickly rushed to the Chinese army tent, and a group of soldiers also caught up behind them. Overlapping Ming troops were guarding the door of the Chinese army's tent. Ma Sanbao and Hou Xian were standing in front of the tent and looking around.
Zhu Di stopped his horse. Ma Sanbao and Hou Xian shouted in surprise and ran over to help King Yan dismount. Only then could Lianhua raise her head, and at a glance she saw a long arrow on King Yan's left shoulder. It was because his left hand was protecting him that he could not move his shoulder and took the arrow. The long arrow penetrated the gap in the armor and shot deeply, and blood continued to flow out. Lotus couldn't help shouting: "Your Majesty!" Tears welled up.
Zhu Di smiled, still with that careless smile, and ordered: "Sambo! Take Miss Lian to rest!" He strode into the Chinese army tent, the arrow on his left shoulder swaying slightly.
Ma Sanbao took the green horse and wanted to take Lotus away. Lotus shouted: "Sambo!", pleading with his face and stamping his feet. Ma Sanbao knew what she meant, scratched his head, and hesitantly extended his arms to pick her up from the horse. He saw Lianhua heading straight to the big tent without looking back. Ma Sanbao scratched his head again and followed.
In the large tent of the Chinese army, candles were brightly lit, as bright as day. The splendid place is a bit messy, and a soldier is cleaning it up.
King Yan took off his armor and half sat and half leaned on a low chair on the side. Hou Xian and the medical officers who accompanied the army removed the arrows and bandaged the wounds of King Yan. Zhu Di was sweating in pain, but still smiling. He looked at the lotus beside him and said, "Go and rest, you have nothing to do here." Then he looked reproachfully at Ma Sanbao.
Ma Sanbao was sweating on his forehead and stood aside with his hands down.
Lianhua sat on her knees (a Korean habit), leaning forward, and watched nervously as the doctor cut open two layers of sleeves and took out a sharp knife to cut the wound. She was always dizzy, but she didn't even blink. When she heard King Yan chasing her away, she just said softly: "I want to come in, and I want to be here." His voice was firm. Then he took out a cotton handkerchief from his sleeve and gently pressed the sweat on Zhu Di's head, face and neck with gentle gestures and focused eyes. The light blue cotton handkerchief still carries a slight fragrance after several days of traveling in the desert.
Zhu Di's body couldn't help but feel a little stiff again. The heroic and murderous aura on the battlefield just now disappeared. He actually looked a little embarrassed, and his bronze face was dotted with red.
At this time, Deputy General Chen and Wang Jinghong entered the tent. Both of them were usually calm and collected, but now they were all smiling.
Deputy General Chen saluted and reported: "Congratulations, Your Majesty! Our army has won a great victory! All the Solin Timur camp has been wiped out, and the prisoners are being counted and interrogated. There are about four to five thousand people. The horses, cattle, sheep, and food are also being counted. There are quite a few camels.”
At this time, the medical officer pulled out the arrow, and a burst of blood spattered out. King Yan snorted in pain. Lianhua hurriedly wiped the blood and sweat, and a cotton handkerchief was soaked red.
Zhu Di waved his right hand to show that it was not in the way, and Deputy General Chen continued hesitantly: "We can report the specific figures tomorrow. Our army's casualties are not large, estimated to be more than 200 people. Wang Youyi and Zheng Youyi are arranging the wounded to compile a list of the dead. In addition, people have been arranged to clean up the battlefield." As he spoke, he looked at the medical officer with concern as he bandaged King Yan's wounds.
Zhu Di nodded slightly and said in a low voice: "Okay! Look at the prisoners first and ask them about their tribes of origin. Then we can ask whether they are going or staying. Are they all Mongolians?"
"I haven't seen any Han people yet, but some are Jurchens."
"Jurchens? How many are there?" Zhu Di was a little surprised.
"I've seen about a hundred so far, and I'm still asking for statistics."
Zhu Di thought about it and said: "Ask carefully and distribute them together when I arrive. Let the team rest today." At this time, he looked at his arms and said, "Sorin Timur will be brought up in a moment. Is it just him?"
Ma Sanbao, who was standing aside, replied: "Yes. I didn't see Bo'er."
"Did he leave first? Or did he run away?" Zhu Di thought for a moment: "I can only ask Solin Timur later."
Lian Hua's right hand holding the cotton handkerchief stopped in the air, her face was frozen and she was thinking. Zhu Di raised his eyes and looked at her, half-smiling but not smiling: "I'm going to interrogate Solin Timur later, do you want to be here?"
Lotus hesitated in his heart. Thorin Timur recognized him, and even if he was not there, King Yan could easily ask why he was kidnapped. It's impossible to ask him not to ask. If it involves military affairs, he must make Sorin Timur tell everything.
Ma Sanbao, Hou Xian, Wang Jinghong and Deputy General Chen all looked at Lotus with concern, with speculation, encouragement and comfort in their eyes. The general meaning was: Don't be afraid, we will support you no matter what. There was even more fearless determination in Ma Sanbao's eyes, which probably meant: If you fight hard for military glory, you won't get it, if you fight hard you will be punished by the prince, and I will protect you.
Lian Hua was moved but also a little amused: I bet they all thought I was a bad guy.
Lianhua hesitated, straightened her clothes, and knelt in front of King Yan upright: "Your Majesty, please forgive me!"
Zhu Di's expression remained unchanged, and one word burst out from the corner of his mouth: "Speak!"
In the big tent, you could hear a pin drop, and there was silence.