Sneaking up on the Tartar camp is a very exciting thing, a string in Gao Yihuan's heart is always tight, holding the reins of the horse and the hand holding the handle of the knife, they are sweating all the time, and the nerves are highly tense.

Five miles away from the Tatar camp, Gao Yihuan and his party could already see the vague outline of the Tatar camp in the distance under the light of the torch and the moonlight, and hear the laughter of various Yi languages and the cries of the Han people in the Tatar camp.

At this time, Gao Yihuan and his party finally walked to the periphery of the camp, and saw a large number of captive people, confined in simple shacks, and they looked at the thousands of people who had been taken captive with sad and sympathetic eyes.

Outside the humble shack, there was a clear sentry with Tartars, and they stopped Gao Yihuan again and said a few words in Mongolian, probably the night number of the question.

Gao Yihuan nervously pressed the handle of the knife with one hand, watching Wang Yingzhen come out to answer, perhaps feeling the murderous aura behind him, Wang Yingzhen replied in Mongolian, but as long as it was a word, it was very short, probably the meaning of elk.

Gao Yihuan took advantage of the fire on the ground to see the expression on the face of the tartar, and naturally smiled and said Mongolian for a while, without hesitation in the middle, he relaxed a little.

Because Wang Yingzhen only said one word, it is impossible to have too much information, if it is to remind Tartar, Tartar will definitely show shock and doubt first, and they didn't ask for it, so Gao Yihuan breathed a sigh of relief.

At this time, the first of the three Tartars finished speaking, glanced at the large number of captives in the team, saw that there were many Han women, and hurriedly said a word of Mongolian to Wang Yingzhen, and ran to the camp with an excited face.

Gao Yihuan couldn't understand Mongolian, he was terrified, and Liu Heizi's face sank immediately.

Wang Yingzhen hurriedly pulled the horse back and explained in a low voice: "General, he went to report to Biltahar, probably because he wanted to pick a woman from among the captives. ”

Those women are all pretending to be Liu Heizi and his people, and they can get through the darkness of the night, Gao Yihuan didn't dare to play any torches, if the Tartars get close to pick people, they will be exposed in an instant.

"Let's go!" As soon as Gao Yihuan clamped the horse's belly, he urged the men and horses to hurry through the shack area on the periphery of the Tartar camp, and the cavalry escorted the prisoners and carts to the inner camp of the Tartars.

In the reeds more than a mile to the east of the Tartar camp, more than 2,000 high-ranking soldiers were ready to go, Jin Shenghuan pressed the handle of the knife with his hand, staring intently at the large group of black shadows approaching the Tartar camp in the distance, and hurriedly turned back to Jin Xiangang and Wu Shizhao and said: "Two captains, General Gao's plan is almost complete, let the brothers prepare!" ”

The high-ranking soldiers in the reeds immediately picked up their weapons, and the cat slowly touched it out.

At this time, Gao Yihuan led the team to the gate of the inner camp, and the prisoners of the brigade could not enter the inner camp, but the three hundred soldiers dressed as Qing soldiers could bring some prisoners to push the vehicle into the camp.

When Biltahar heard the report that Li had returned to the camp with a large number of captives and vehicles, and that there were many women among the captives, he was overjoyed, and he hurried out of the tent without wearing any armor, wanting to pick a batch and ask for some more seizures.

He is not doing this entirely for his own pleasure, but for the sake of a thousand men and horses under him, and he must fight for some for them, for their benefit.

At this time, as soon as Biertahar walked to the camp gate, he saw a team of blue armor entering the camp, and several carts were pushed on both sides of the camp gate.

At this time, a large number of Tartar soldiers had gathered at the gate of the camp, and when they heard that Li had returned to the camp, they rushed to watch one after another, so that they could choose a beautiful woman and a few stronger slaves.

With so many people approaching the camp and needing to pass through the shack area, it was difficult not to alarm the tartars, but fortunately, these people were not aware of the danger, and some of them were not wearing any clothes and armor, but only had a scimitar hanging from their waists, so they ran out of the camp tent and came to watch.

At this time, a Tartar Niulu came out of the tent, saw the captives behind, and immediately stepped on the outer figure, walked over with an arrogant face, and walked directly to the "woman" outside, Gao Yihuan and Liu Heizi and others, immediately pressed their hands on the handle of the knife, and their eyes narrowed.

Because of the fear of exposure, so there was basically no torch among the captives, the Tartar came over, squinted, turned around and drew a torch, and took a look into the crowd, and saw a woman in front of him with long hair and waist, relatively slender, and immediately laughed and grabbed the hand of the "woman", pulled it hard, wanted to hold it in his arms, and then resisted directly.

He pulled hard, the "woman" turned around, but it was a man with a black face and yellow teeth, and a beard, Niu Lu's eyes widened, and he was instantly frightened, and he was a little overwhelmed, and at this moment, the "woman" followed his pull, crashed into his arms, pulled out a dagger, and inserted it directly into his heart, Niu Lu suddenly cried out in pain and fell to the ground.

The sudden change stunned the surrounding Tartars, Gao Yihuan suddenly clamped the war horse and roared loudly: "Kill the Tartars!"

Huang Saburo, a sharpshooter dressed as a woman, stabbed to death the Tartar who wanted to sleep with a dagger, took advantage of the situation from the Tartar's waist, pulled out a scimitar, and cut down a Tartar, and the men who were disguised as captives moved together, lifted the wooden box on the car, revealing countless war knives and spears, they picked up the war knife, and rushed to the camp to kill.

More than 300 people who entered the camp threw away their helmets one after another, revealing black hair.

Gao Yihuan rushed directly into the Tartar camp, he did not kill the Tartar at the camp gate, but went straight to the Tartar horse shed to prevent the Tartar from getting on the horse, Liu Heizi killed the camp gate south of the Tartar, and Zhao Zhuzi killed the north camp gate.

At this time, Jin Shenghuan, who was ambushed in the east of the Tartar camp, heard the shout of killing and saw the flames of the Tartar camp, knowing that Gao Yihuan had succeeded, Jin Xiangang and Wu Shizhao roared angrily, "Kill!" ”

To the east of the Tartar camp, suddenly the torch was raised, and two thousand soldiers jumped up, immediately brandished their weapons, and rushed towards the Tartar camp hundreds of paces away.

Biltahar was looking for Li Shutai's figure, when he suddenly changed, and before he could react, "Whoosh! With a sound of an arrow, a heavy arrow pierced the darkness and struck the throat of the guard beside him with a strong force, sending him flying and nailing him directly to the ground.

"Kill!" Gao Yihuan rode on the black horse, and after neighing loudly, the black whirlwind Xu Heihu behind him danced a long-handled axe, and killed two Tartars in a row during the gallop of the horse, both of which were opened by an axe, and their brains were splashed.

When Biltahar saw such a scene, he immediately turned around and left, and a large number of Tartars who had reacted hurriedly turned around and ran towards the stable.

Gao Yihuan rode in front, chasing and killing the Tartar soldiers, his heart was full of blood, there was no trace of fear, he slashed with his sword, but the Tartars in front of him fled one after another, and the Tartar soldiers saw Xu Heihu fierce and avoided one after another, which made the second brother form an illusion, thinking that he had some kind of domineering spirit, and took the lead in killing the Tartar soldiers.