The thunder is getting louder and more pronounced. Soon, Xu Xingxia himself could tell that this was definitely not thunder, but the sound of dense horses' hooves. The sound of horses' hooves is so like thunder, rolling in, there is only one possibility, that is, the number of horses' hooves, it is too much, beyond the imagination of most people. This Ming Hao seems to have some experience, and he immediately judged that it was the sound of horses' hooves of the Tartars, not thunder.

Xu Xingxia stood at the highest point of the beacon pier and looked west, and could see that on the desolate wasteland, several shaking black dots suddenly appeared. The black dots slowly grew larger, and finally turned into a few gray Tatar cavalry. They didn't go in a straight line, but they kept running and running, and they crossed each other's positions. Judging by their behavior, they should be scouts of the Tatar cavalry, the kind that are very cautious.

In fact, there is no need for these scouts of the Tartars to be so cautious. They could have barged in with a swagger. On the west side of Helan Mountain, there was no Ming army force at all. With the strength of the Ming army in Ningxia Town, it would be good to be able to hold Helan Mountain, where could he have the ability to manage the vast place west of Helan Mountain?

Not long after, as the sound of the horse's hooves became louder, Xu Xingxia could already faintly feel a slight vibration under his feet. Inside the old barracks, there was also a constant stream of dust falling down. From time to time, you can still hear the sound of wind chimes crashing. I don't know who it is, under the eaves of the arrow tower of the beacon pier, a few strings of wind chimes of animal bones are hung to relieve loneliness. As a result, after the arrival of the Tartars, the sound of wind chimes only increased the tension in the pier.

Many of the original defenders looked out with gray faces, and their expressions were a little sluggish. Looking at their appearance, it seems that they are frightened by the big movement of the Tartars. Idiots can feel that the movement of the Tartars is so big, there must be a lot of people. It's hard to say whether the beacon pier will be dangerous. If the Beacon Pier is breached by the Tartars, they will all be destroyed.

Only the soldiers of the white-clothed army are still firmly sticking to their posts. For them, the movement of the Tartars is big or small, and the number of people is not significant. No matter how many Tartars they are, no matter how strong they are, they slaughter them as always. The greater the number of tartars they came, the more they slaughtered.

With the arrival of the Tartars, the atmosphere around Karon Mountain gradually solidified. No one spoke, no one breathed hard, and even the faint mountain wind seemed to have stopped at this time. In the air, there seems to be a huge pressure, which makes many people feel a little out of breath, and feel that their scalp is a little numb and their faces are a little stiff.

Behind the Tartar scouts, more Tatar cavalry appeared. Their team looked quite messy. Some are very close to each other, while others are far away from each other, and it looks a little sparse. Estimated to be the result of a long march. However, after approaching Karon Mountain, the pace of the Tatar cavalry's advance slowed down, and their ranks gradually became more and more neat, and the momentum gradually became more and more majestic, and the pressure formed became more and more great.

"Damn it......" Minghao clenched his hands a little nervously and scolded in a low voice.

A large number of Tatar cavalry, like scorpions in the desert, kept popping up from the end of the line of sight. The Tatar cavalry in front was less than two hundred zhang away from Kalong Mountain, and more Tatars continued to pour out behind. The illusion of such a scene, that is, the appearance of the Tartars, will be endless. They will bury the entire Caron Mountain like an overwhelming sandstorm.

"A Thousand ......"

"Two Thousand ......"

"Three Thousand ......"

"Four Thousand ......"

"Five thousand...... Ming Hao silently estimated the number of Tatar cavalry.

By the time he counted to five thousand, no more Tatar cavalry finally appeared. The Tatar cavalry also temporarily reorganized the ranks and became more neat. This makes Minghao's estimation more accurate. True, the number of Tatar cavalry that has appeared at the moment is indeed five thousand. If there were no accidents, the number of Tartars who launched the raid this time would be five thousand. Of course, it is not excluded that behind these five thousand people, there will be more Tartars.

It is conceivable what the consequences will be if 5,000 menacing Tartars enter Ningxia Town, and Ningxia Town does not get a warning in advance. Even if it was a strong city like Ningxia City, if it was attacked by the Tartars, the consequences would be unimaginable. Five thousand tartars, by no means a small number. In the thirty-first year of Wanli, the Tartars marched south, and there were only 2,000 people.

Ming Hao's face obviously changed a little. So many tartars, he had never seen before. With your heels, you can imagine how strong the combat power and destructive power of the Tartars of 5,000 people will be. They are simply a pack of wild wolves that can tear apart all powerful enemies. If it was in the wilderness outside, even a Ming army of 50,000 would not be their opponents. However, in front of Xu Xingxia, he still tried his best to be calm.

Xu Xingxia's calmness made Ming Hao feel very puzzled, and he felt a little that he was pretending to be profound. Since the appearance of the Tartar, Xu Xingxia's face has not changed. A little faint, to put it mildly, as if the arrival of the Tartars was just a trivial matter. Minghao really found it hard to believe that a small hundred households could still be so calm when he suddenly faced a thousand Tartars.

Moreover, Xu Xingxia's reaction was not what made Ming Hao wonder the most. What he wondered the most was that the white-clothed sergeants brought by Xu Xingxia seemed so calm. Even, some people seem quite contemptuous of the arrival of the Tartars. A few white-clothed sergeants whispered quietly, thinking that they could draw a few stars on the white cloak.

It seems that in their eyes, the Tartars are not at all threatening. Compared with the original defenders of the beacon pier, it is simply a heaven and an underground. The performance of the original defenders of Beacon Pier in the face of the 5,000-strong army of Tartars made Ming Hao feel very ashamed. He is a hundred households, and Xu Xingxia is also a hundred households. But the subordinates of the two are dwarfed by each other! It turns out that the gap between people and people can be so big.

Who the hell are these guys? With such a large number of Tartars, what qualifications do they have to be so quiet? Don't tell me that their composure and indifference are all faked. This is absolutely impossible. If you can pretend to be forced to do this, you are no longer a normal person. Ningxia Town does not have such a powerful character.

The only thing that is certain is that it is definitely not the first time they have dealt with the Tartars. Only people who have dealt with the Tartars many times would be so indifferent to the appearance of the Tartars. Moreover, they should also have a psychological advantage. Could it be that they actually gained the upper hand when dealing with the Tartars? Otherwise, it is impossible not to be afraid of tartars at all!

Minghao is also a member of the Weisuo Army. He knew very well what kind of goods the guards were. To say that there is no fear in the face of the Tartars, there are almost none. Even if there were, it would be a slap to count. Anyway, such a character, Ming Hao is the first time he has come into contact with it. He himself, when facing the tartars, will instinctively feel nervous.

His subordinates are even more scum. Otherwise, no one would be stupid enough to be deceived by Tuoba Su. That's right, Liu Guohui was indeed deceived. He had no idea what Tuobasu's true purpose was. If he knew that Tuoba Su was a foreign country, he should not have such courage. If you do annihilation, you will have to destroy your family.

"Light all the wolf smoke."

Xu Xingxia withdrew his gaze from observing the Tartar and said calmly.

Piles of dry firewood that had been prepared a long time ago were quickly lit by Gao Meng and others. After the raging fire burned, Gao Meng and others put raw branches on it, and white smoke kept coming out. And they covered the branches of the living trees with special wood, and black smoke came out. Black smoke and white smoke mingle with each other, curling up into the sky, which looks very eye-catching. Such black and white alternating wolf smoke, no matter what kind of weather, can spread far and wide, and will not be confused with ordinary fire smoke.

The wolf smoke of the Karon Mountain Fortress is slightly different from that of the Beacon Pier. A strip of wolf smoke represents a hundred tartars. Five wolf smokes mean that the number of Tartars exceeds five hundred. This is a rather dangerous signal for Ningxia Town. For example, a small castle like Weizhen Fort will be mobilized and strictly defended.

In various places east of the fortress of Mount Caron, there are also many beacon towers. These beacons, distributed on the peaks of the mountains, are even more inaccessible. These beacons are generally only manned by three or five people. When they saw the wolf smoke from Karon Mountain, they would continue to light the beacon and continue to transmit the alarm message.

Because there are so many of these beacons, and they are closely related to each other, even if one or several of them are destroyed, the transmission of information cannot be blocked. Therefore, even Tuoba Su will not go to their ideas. The beacon pier of Karon Mountain is the source of wolf smoke, and cutting off this source is the right thing.

Due to the number of Tatar cavalry, it was simply too much. It was more than an hour before they all reached the west side of the Caron Mountain. Looking out from the top of the beacon pier, all I saw was a piece of black pressing. Having crossed the desert, crossed the Gobi, and crossed the wasteland, the surface of the Tatar cavalry looked all black and cloudy. Xu Xingxia, who is rich in associative ability, even remembered the undead army of the ghost clan for a while.

"Damn Tuoba Su!"

"Our plan has failed!"

In the army of Tatar cavalry, someone scolded stupidly.

(To be continued)