The army marched forward, all the way rampant.

Because the nearby plains were almost dangerous, and the intelligence work of the Ming army was excellent, and the horse sentry system was perfect, it was impossible for the Tartars to ambush the Ming army on the road in the case of marching during the day.

There is only one possibility of a field battle, and that is that they come to attack the camp at night.

But it seems that the Tartars have no such thoughts, and the Ming army camp is quiet every night, which makes the highly alert Ming army a little disappointed.

Seven days later, Qin Shuhuai's army approached the city of Ash Niulu.

Ash Niulu is a big city, the city wall is five miles long and wide, and the city wall is thick and solid, and the Tartars have spent a lot of effort here.

This is a typical large fortress.

Inside the city, Mang Gurtai fell into anxiety again.

Now in Ash Niulu, there are only 42,000 soldiers and horses, including 20,000 Mongolian soldiers and 3,000 Western Regions soldiers.

Such an army, in the face of the 60,000 troops of the Ming Kingdom, Mang Gurtai had no bottom in his heart.

When I was anxious, someone suddenly came to report from outside the door.

"Heshuo Belle, the Ming army called for battle outside the city, and claimed to have sent a messenger, it seems, it was Mr. Fan. ”

"Which Mr. Fan?"

"It's Fan Wencheng. ”

As soon as he heard Fan Wencheng Mang, Gurtai was angry on the spot!

If it weren't for the bad idea of this Han slave, how could Dajin have been defeated in the Great Black Mountain Fort? There are 60,000 elites! 60,000 elites! Just because the Han slaves of the Ming Kingdom were destroyed!

He even dreamed of chopping that guy, but he didn't expect that guy to dare to come over as a messenger of the Ming army?

What is he here to do? Do you persuade Lao Tzu to surrender?!

No, he's here to humiliate Ben Baylor!

Shame, shame!

He slammed the table and sneered, "Okay, it's just in time! Come on, set up a cauldron and make a fire to boil water, Benbel is going to cook him alive!"

Let's say that outside the city of Ash Niulu, Lai San'er kicked Fan Wencheng.

"Get out!"

Fan Wencheng still can't believe that he can return to the "home" camp alive.

But there is one thing he knows, Qin Shuhuai let him go back, that was to humiliate the Tartars.

His nose is now cut, and while the bleeding has stopped, it makes him look like a monster.

He has the word "rape" engraved on his forehead, and the words "Huangtaiji King Bastard" engraved on his face - still engraved in Manchu script!

Of course, he couldn't see what was carved on his face.

In any case, he felt that it would be a good thing to be able to escape from the Ming army's tiger's mouth! As long as he could go back, with his position in front of Huang Taiji, I believed that no one would dare to kill him.

Dog beating also depends on the owner, right?

As for Huang Taiji's side, he has already thought of a set of rhetoric, and when the time comes, try to push his guilt cleanly, although the future is gone, but Huang Taiji at this sensitive moment in order to calm the hearts of the Han people, there is a high probability that he will not kill himself - if even the Han people like him who have made great contributions to Dajin are killed, then when the Ming army is approaching the city, wouldn't those Han people be more fornicated with the Ming Kingdom?

He is still confident in himself and believes that his judgment will not be wrong.

So Fan Wencheng let out his steps and ran wildly.

ran to the city and shouted, "Pull me up, I'm Fan Wencheng." ”

Sure enough, a large bamboo basket was immediately put down from the city, Fan Wencheng jumped into the basket, and the tartars at the city head slowly pulled him up.

Fan Wencheng breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that he was finally safe!

But I didn't want those Tartars to say nothing, so I tied him up.

Let him shout, and the Tartars didn't bother to say a word to him, and immediately sent him to Mang Gurtai.

Mang Gurtai looked at Fan Wencheng, who had no nose, and then looked at the Manchu Wen stabbed on his face, and suddenly his old face turned pale with anger, and his teeth clucked.

"Hmph, Fan Wencheng, do you still have the courage to come back?"

Fan Wencheng knelt on the ground and said with tears in his eyes, "Lord Beile, the lower official is guilty, the lower official is sorry for the Great Khan, sorry for the big gold! Then Qin Shuhuai is so cunning, the lower official really can't figure out how he saw through our plan to divert the tiger from the mountain! Please punish Lord Beile!"

Although he felt that Mang Gurtai would not kill him, he still had to admit his guilt, after all, he came up with this strategy.

However, he still emphasized that it was not his bad strategy, but that the enemy was too cunning.

Great cunning.

Mang Gurtai's eyes were full of murderous intent, and he snorted coldly, "Is that Qin Shuhuai too cunning, or are you secretly communicating with the Ming army and designing to frame Dajin?"

Fan Wencheng's face turned pale when he heard this, if Mang Gurtai said so, then he wanted to die!

Hurriedly said, "Lord Belle, Xia Guan has been loyal to Dajin since he asked the official, although there is such a defeat, but there are not many good strategies for Dajin before, right? Also, if I am a spy of the Ming army, then why did the Ming army insult me like this, and why did they release me back!

How could Mang Gurtai not know this, but he just wanted to kill this Han slave today, and wanted to take a good breath of evil! Fan Wencheng still reasoned with him at this time, which was completely useless.

Not to mention the defeat, not to mention Fan Wencheng's face tattoo and insulting the Great Khan, just because Fan Wencheng introduced the Han people to be so favored in front of the Great Khan, he wanted to kill Fan Wencheng.

In addition, he also had a reason to kill Fan Wencheng, that is, if it weren't for the fact that this Han Nu always instigated the south to conquer Ming in front of the Great Khan, how could Dajin have today's disaster?

Thinking of this, his face became even more gloomy.

He said, "Fan Wencheng, do you think that Ben Baylor will still listen to your nonsense? You remember, Dajin was destroyed in the hands of Han slaves like you! If it weren't for you who instigated the Great Khan's southern expedition several times, my Dajin would never have ended up in such a state now! You spineless Han slave, the scum of selfish desires, are the sinners of my Dajin through the ages! Today, I will cook you alive!"

When Fan Wencheng heard this, he sat on the ground in fright, and cried bitterly, "Lord Belle, Lord Belle, you have to think twice! If you want to kill me, you have to sweat profusely, you, you ......."

Before he could finish speaking, three wolf-like soldiers rushed over and dragged him out.

A large urn more than one person high was filled with water, and the fire under the pot licked the bottom of the pot, and the water in the pot was boiling and bubbling.

Fan Wencheng never dreamed that he had exhausted his calculations, and with the infamy of being a "thief", he used all his life's learning to saddle up the Tartars, and in the end he only got such an ending.

He was not reconciled.

But he has no power to change and no right to regret it.

It was only at this moment that he finally understood that he was nothing more than a dog of the Tartars.

Now that the Tartar River is declining, and his dog is no longer able to return to heaven, then his life or death is no longer the concern of the master.

He was driven.

"Poof!"

Thrown into boiling water.

At that moment, he hissed and shouted, "Dog Tartar, I hope Qin Shuhuai will destroy your entire clan!"