Red Mansion: I relied on the AFK system to create a dynasty

"The Oara and Tatar cavalry probably wouldn't have expected that His Highness is not among these six teams."

Gao Qianhu said with admiration.

"It's just that although the Oara and Tatar tribes were both separated from Mongolia, they have been at odds with each other for a long time. How about working together this time?"

Cen Mingche sneered.

"Working together? It's clear that they all have their own agendas."

"Burigude has a disloyal heart and wants to swallow our piece of meat. But the Tatar tribes are closer to the Liaodong area. It is not that easy for Burigude's people to sneak in."

"Then they can only cooperate with the Tatar Ministry."

"That's why we have this disaster today."

As for other hidden information, it is not something that the prince Cen Mingche should investigate. That is the job of the cabinet guard. If it is reported, it should be reported to the emperor. He should not know.

At the very least, he couldn't let others know that he knew.

The scouts made some inquiries and then reported back.

"Report - the Tatar and Wala cavalry are stationed twenty miles away, and there is no sign of troops being mobilized."

"Looking at the numbers, it looks like the troops have been divided!"

Cen Mingche nodded: "Let's explore again! Keep an eye out and pay attention to safety!"

"Yes!"

After all, Liaodong is the territory of Daqian, and it is not far from the guard station. These people should not linger around for too long.

These people did not leave at this time, but instead set up camp. They must have been unwilling to give in, and hoped to capture the third prince before the reinforcements arrived and use it as a talisman so that they could escape unscathed and return home with a full load.

Otherwise, when reinforcements arrive, they may be caught in a trap.

At this time, He Qianhu hesitated for a moment and waved to someone to offer something.

"Your Highness, these are the fireworks used for signaling in the palace guard."

"If we are really defeated, we will definitely try our best to protect His Highness towards the guard station."

"If we are separated from each other, Your Highness, please set off these fireworks. Mountains of swords and seas of fire. As long as we still have breath, we will definitely arrive!"

Cen Mingche solemnly accepted the signal fireworks.

"Thank you He Qianhu! I hope these fireworks will not be used."

Several people looked at each other, feeling quite heavy in their hearts.

The enemy is numerous and we are few, the enemy is strong and we are weak. Although we know that reinforcements will definitely come, if the danger is not reversed for a day, a big stone will weigh on our hearts.

"I will go down and have people repair the baggage and prepare weapons."

Gao Qianhu stood up and left.

"Then, and Qianhu, why don't you go with me to comfort the wounded soldiers?"

"Stick what you want, don't dare to ask for it!"

In the tent of the wounded soldier.

The two imperial doctors were busy bumping into each other, and the little medicine boys they brought with them were also tired and hit their legs on the back of the head.

The air was filled with the smell of excrement, medicine, and blood mixed together.

Groans and screams of pain came and went, as if weaving into a fine net, tightly covering this space.

Fortunately, in order to prevent those dandies from causing trouble, Cen Mingche not only hired two imperial doctors, but also brought plenty of medicines, whether they were for treating wind-cold, wind-heat, acclimatization, vomiting and diarrhea, or wounds and sores. , all very complete.

Therefore, these wounded soldiers are not in need of medical treatment or medicine, but the environment for their recovery is still unflattering.

Cen Mingche frowned as soon as he arrived.

"...If you don't have enough manpower? If you don't have enough manpower, just transfer the family members around the young master to take action!"

"The air is polluted, and wounded soldiers defecate and defecate on their beds. How can we heal our wounds!"

The imperial doctor was confused: "But, Your Highness, we don't have enough water."

Water is needed to boil medicine and cook, and water is also needed to clean wounded soldiers.

But none of them expected to encounter such a thing. They did not save water in advance and now they have to save it.

Cen Mingche sighed.

"We still need to break this situation quickly."

He thought for a moment and then ordered.

"In this way, you try your best to treat them and keep the environment clean. If there is a shortage of people, just tell me and I will find a way to adjust them."

"Also, tell them to put their hearts in their stomachs. Anyone who is injured this time will be rewarded with 20 taels of silver, and those who are disabled will be rewarded with 100 taels of silver. If they die unfortunately, His Highness will be responsible for taking their bones home. Give each person another 500 taels of silver as a pension!"

"This money has nothing to do with the military. I paid it out of my own pocket to reward you!"

Those who heard it were shocked at first, and then became happy.

What is the purpose of being a soldier?

There are very few people who have a righteous heart and want to serve the country.

Isn’t it just to have food to eat and make money?

It would be best if he could be given the title of wife and son-in-law and become a high official!

Now that the amount promised by Cen Mingche came out, their eyes lit up!

Even if he dies like this, his bones can return to his hometown and give his family such a large sum of money as a pension!It’s enough for three generations of grandparents!

Their lives are so valuable!

It's worth fighting for this prince!

At this moment, the scout came to report.

"Your Highness! The enemy is here again!"

Cen Mingche suddenly raised his head.

"Thuja! Come and wear armor with me!"

Not long after, Cen Mingche was already in full gear, mounted his horse, and stood in the formation, waiting for the enemy.

Seeing clouds of dust in the distance, you knew the enemy was approaching.

Cen Mingche thought for a moment, put the horse's spear across his knees, bent his bow and nocked an arrow.

Tang Sect martial arts are not learned in vain. Not to mention his finger strength and wrist strength, as long as he is accurate, no one can beat him. It is no exaggeration to hit wherever he points.

The distance is close, aim--shoot!

Three arrows in a row, caught in the rain of arrows fired by the archers, are not eye-catching, but they are extremely powerful and extremely fast. The last shot arrives first!

All three arrows hit!They all passed through the throat!Before the three cavalrymen could react, they fell into the dust and died with their eyes open!

Cheers to Qianhu.

"Third Young Master is good at archery!"

Cen Mingche smiled slightly and bent his bow again.

If he kills one more enemy, his soldiers will have to face one less enemy, and one more of his own will be able to survive.

The arrow is not empty!

Cen Mingche emptied his entire quiver, which also severely dampened the vigor of the Wala and Tatar cavalry.

Of course, they would also bend their bows and shoot back, but the shield soldiers on Cen Mingche's side were not vegetarians, and not a single arrow was missed.

After three rounds of charging, the cavalry still failed to break through the formation of shield soldiers and spearmen.

The leading Wala leader turned his horse around, lined up in front of the formation, and said something unknown in Mongolian for several miles. Then, his men raised their hands and threw something over.

That's a few heads.

He Qianhu stared at it carefully, suddenly trembled, and closed his eyes unbearably.

Cen Mingche glanced at him and whispered: "Are... our people last night?"

He Qianhu nodded sadly.

Cen Mingche looked solemn and gritted his teeth.

"Bring the head back and send people to search for it later."

"These people died because of me. I can't watch them die in the wilderness with their bones intact."

He raised his head and gave the leader a cold look.

"Is he trying to scare us or provoke us?"

"If it's the former, then he's dreaming!"

"if the latter one……"

Cen Mingche clutched the horse tightly, and all the veins popped out.

"……He did it."

"I will use his head to pay tribute to my great man!"