Zhu Youjian: Taizu has an order! kill!

The old man didn't hesitate for long.

After analyzing that the plan mentioned by Yuan Chonghuan has a high possibility of success.

His originally silent heart began to beat again!

If you stay in the hands of the Tatars, you will die sooner or later.

And if we work hard, we might actually be able to find a way to survive.

"it is good..."

"Don't tell anyone else about this."

"Let me do it!"

It took a long time until the team was about to set off.

The old man finally let out a breath and agreed with a grim look on his face.

Yuan Chonghuan raised the corners of his mouth slightly and nodded to express his understanding.

At this time, many Han slaves had lost the courage to escape, and all they wanted to do was to be a monk and hit the clock.

If I tell everyone secretly now, maybe some timid people will tip off the news.

It’s not too late to wait until it’s over.

Soon, the Han slaves led a large number of horses and ran towards the direction of the artillery position.

Yuan Chonghuan, who was hiding in the crowd, could clearly feel that the closer the team got to Xiping City, the more serious the tension became.

After all, no one knew how the army in the city would view them.

If they were attacked, many people would probably die!

And on the other side.

Ma Xianglin, who was eating, drinking and sleeping on the city wall, looked at the approaching crowd in the distance.

His face was also twisted into a ball.

Through the telescope, he could clearly see the Tatars driving away the Han slaves.

Obviously, they wanted Han slaves to come over as cannon fodder and take away the artillery.

"Damn...a bunch of bastards!"

After observing for a while, Ma Xianglin, who didn't see any opportunities, reached out and slapped the bricks on the city wall.

To fight or not to fight?

This became the biggest problem he was facing right now.

"General, those Han slaves are already approaching the artillery position."

"They all led the horses, obviously trying to pull the artillery away quickly."

"Are we going to do it?"

Next to him, Erzhuzi, who was also observing, exhaled and reminded.

The Tatars were obviously determined that they would not take action against the Han slaves.

But if we really let them take away the artillery, that would be such a loss!

"can not fight..."

"These are not the Eight Banners of the Han Dynasty, they are all the people of Liaodong."

"How can I fire!"

Ma Xianglin waved his hand with a wry smile.

If it were the Eight Banners of the Han Dynasty, there would be absolutely no chance of him holding back.

But these are all their own people.

Although there should be no kindness to women on the battlefield, Ma Xianglin still could not give the order to fire on these common people.

"Nothing more than outdated artillery."

"It doesn't matter even if I get pulled back."

"It's impossible for Huang Taiji to turn the world upside down with this thing."

After clenching his fists, Ma Xianglin said a few words of comfort to himself.

Erzhuzi didn't say anything more after hearing this.

Since Ma Xianglin has already thought about it, just listen to him.

Fortunately, he didn't really want to do anything to these people.

After all, these are all miserable people...

The silence in Xiping City made Fan Wencheng, who had been hiding behind and observing, very excited!

It was exactly as he thought.

After all, Ma Xianglin is still a young man, so it is difficult for him to issue such a heartless order.

If it were replaced by Mao Wenlong, it might be difficult to work.

good good!

As long as he can get all the cannons back, he will have done a great job!

"Go and give me my order."

"Let the cavalry squat on the outside."

"Ma Xianglin definitely doesn't dare to go out of the city to fight. He asked Han Nu to pull up the artillery and retreat directly."

Fan Wencheng shook his feather fan and quickly conveyed the order.

Not long after, the Tatar soldiers escorting the Han slaves stopped at a position of 400 meters.

Then he raised his bow and pointed at the Han slaves, telling them to fire the cannon!

"Hurry up and bring the horse over!"

"Don't try to escape."

"If you dare to escape, I will be at your service with bows and arrows!"

The Han slaves did not dare to say much.

He carefully led the horse into the artillery position.

Yuan Chonghuan, who had his head lowered in the crowd, saw that these Tatars did not dare to approach the artillery position, and immediately smiled at the old man.

The opportunity is coming!

Dead people will definitely die, and the Tatars' archery skills are not bad.

But as long as most of them can escape, that's victory!

Since Ma Xianglin did not choose to fire, it proved that he was a general who loved the people.

As long as you can run to the city, you will definitely be able to get his protection!

The old man also took a deep breath when he saw this.

If he was still hesitant before, now he has basically made up his mind.

This is indeed an opportunity!

Thinking of this, he stopped whining.

He immediately walked up to a few people nearby and whispered.

"Everyone, here's your chance to escape."

"As long as they can run to the city, the Tatars will not dare to pursue them in depth."

"If you want to leave, follow my order. After a while, all the horses will be equipped with artillery, and then they will drive directly towards the city gate."

The old man's words immediately made the people around him widen their eyes.

But soon, the shock in their eyes was suppressed by the hope of life.

"This... Mr. Zhou..."

"Can you do it?"

"The Tatars' arrows are very accurate."

A woman lowered her head and couldn't help asking.

The old man didn't hide it either.

Said simply.

"It will definitely kill someone."

"But, as long as the plan succeeds, maybe most of them can survive."

"Now our labor force is getting heavier and heavier, and the Tatars don't regard us as human beings at all."

"In that case, why not give it a try!"

"Anyway, we're going to die anyway, so there's nothing to be afraid of."

"You think about it for yourselves first, I have to talk to other people."

Animals like humans are all lucky.

As long as it's not a fatal situation, everyone will consider themselves the lucky one to survive.

Furthermore, what he said was not nonsense.

If you continue to stay here with the Tatars, I'm afraid you won't survive this winter!

If we all run together, we might be able to save our lives.

How to choose is not difficult.

The transportation of artillery is not very fast.

After all, it was the first time for the Han slaves to do this, so it was inevitable that they would be clumsy.

Mr. Zhou and Yuan Chonghuan quickly moved through the crowd.

He told everyone his plan to run away.

But there were too many people, and even if everyone moved very slowly, when most of the horses were about to be mounted, there were still a small number of people who had not been notified.

Yuan Chonghuan looked around and knew he couldn't wait any longer.

Fortunately, as long as most people start running, others will subconsciously follow suit.

At this time, many people's eyes have quietly focused on Yuan Chonghuan and Mr. Zhou.

Some people are even trembling slightly!

Obviously very nervous and excited about what is going to happen next!

Yuan Chonghuan took a deep breath, looked at Mr. Zhou for the last time, turned around suddenly, mounted a rogue horse and shouted!

"The Tatars are brutal, and we will only die if we continue to wait!"

"Follow me out!"

"You can survive once you get to the city!"

After saying that, Yuan Chonghuan suddenly picked up an old man with handicapped legs next to him, then clamped his legs hard and ran towards Xiping City.

The other Han slaves who had been waiting for a long time also took action, some on horseback and others on horseback throwing things.

His face turned red and he screamed and moved his legs!

"Run!"

"Quick, go to Xiping City!"

"I won't serve the bastard Tartars anymore!"