Moreover, Imam Bai must cooperate and carefully control its doctrines, so that a more dangerous new sect cannot be built.

These thoughts flashed through Ye Zhao's mind, and then he shouted: "Ling Qiao Qi Group all gathered!" If Imma Bai had any problems, all his ideas would be immediately put into full swing.

In the Baoan City, there was a loud sound of horse boots and shouting. Soon, the wooden city gate slowly opened. A few minutes later, a cavalry rushed out quickly.

Ye Zhao led the team in person, but he was really anxious and even scolded himself for being a pig's brain. Why didn't he expect it?

Five hundred cavalry galloped south quickly, crossed the wooden bridge, and chased south all the way.

In the vast grasslands, village roads, hills and forests, I don’t know where the Yushu cavalry fled.

Ye Zhao tightened the reins of the horse and looked around with a thousand-mile mirror. Where could he see the traces?

"The teams chased each other separately!" Ye Zhao gritted his teeth and made a gesture.

Lei Chong, the commander of the Knights, immediately shouted, and ordered the teams to scatter their pursuits. When they saw the enemy ringing, they warned.

The torrent composed of hundreds of cavalry immediately turned into more than a dozen gray tributaries, with the sound of hooves sprinkled into the fields like thunder.

The Knights basically have no reconnaissance and cooperative combat tasks, so the three-three system is implemented, with each team having more than fifty cavalry, three teams as one sentry, and three sentries as one battalion. Of course, each team has two deputy captains, so it is not difficult to disperse into a ten-person team.

Now, we have been chasing the regular 50 cavalry team. If there is no trace after half an hour, it will become a 10-man team to search again.

Ye Zhao was surrounded by more than 20 guards, and there was also a cavalry team led by Lei Chong.

He galloped all the way, but there was no trace of Yushu soldiers. When he passed by a village, the villagers said that he had not seen any riders passing by.

In front of a green grass, there was a small wood in front of me. Ye Zhao tied the reins and wanted to grab his hair with a hatred. If he couldn't catch the white Imam, he would be the first-class stupid donkey. After all, this prophet didn't say that anyone could do it, let alone that you could count by finding a puppet. Looking at the various styles of Imam Bai's behavior, it was the right person, let alone if it wasn't for disguise, he was really a very gentle Muslim and was quite speculative with him.

Annoyance is annoyance, but before the subordinate, one must safeguard the holy power of Emperor Shengde's honor and disgrace.

"Your Majesty, come back! I will lead the horse team to chase you!" Lei Chong was extremely worried. After all, it is hard to say where the power of rebellion has expanded to this vast plateau. If you encounter a brigade, it would be dangerous.

Ye Zhao waved his hand and said, "Divide into a team to chase!"

Lei Chong was stunned. Seeing Ye Zhao's expression, he did not dare to disobey, so he immediately ordered. Team 50 soon turned into three 10-man teams and rushed around.

There were only more than twenty guards left by Ye Zhao, and Zheng Aqiao advised: "Master, let's go back."

Ye Zhao shook the reins and rushed out first. Zheng Aqiao and other guards hurriedly raised their whips to follow.

After galloping for about an hour, I saw the scorching sun gradually turning into a red sun. It was already dusk. At this time, I didn’t know how far I went deep into Qinghai. Zheng Aqiao couldn’t help it anymore. Although he didn’t dare to steal Ye Zhao’s horse’s head, he suddenly turned over and dismounted, almost staggered, and then knelt down and kowtowed hard, saying loudly: “Emperor, please do not go to danger! Your Majesty!” kowtowed bang.

Ye Zhao had to tie the reins, and knew that he was afraid that he would be very dangerous when he walked forward, but he just refused to chase him, and he was really unwilling to accept it.

Just as hesitating, he suddenly heard the sound of gunfire in the east.

Zheng Aqiao jumped up suddenly and shouted: "Zhang Qinian! Send the emperor back to the military camp! Come with me if everyone else!" Zheng Aqiao ordered Zhang Qinian to give more than half of the guards to protect the emperor with him.

But Ye Zhao had already rode his horse toward the gunshot. Zheng Aqiao had no choice but to turn over the horse, and the guards urged their mounts one after another. At this time, it would be a helpless move to say that he would surpass Ye Zhao's horse head.

Three or five miles away, a gunshot suddenly sounded, but it was very close. On the hilly grassland ahead, dozens of black shadows were seen circling.

While galloping on the horse, Ye Zhao picked up the telescope and looked at it, his brows immediately locked up.

Several cavalrymen in gray military uniforms were fighting dozens of burly men with sabers, with more than a dozen corpses lying on the ground, including guards in gray military uniforms and men with red turbans. Ye Zhao also saw the extremely conspicuous white clothes and white imam, tied to the back of a man with red turbans.

Ye Zhao couldn't see clearly when he was far away. There were gunshot wounds on the corpses of the guards in the Cheval Camp, while the corpses of the man with red turban were covered with scars.

The guards of the slashing cavalry camp caught up with the furious soldiers, but saw the Imam who was tied up on the back of the thieves. The guards threw rats and did not dare to shoot with horse rifles. They could only wave their sabres and pounced on them. Several people were shot on the spot by the thieves' rifles, and the rest rushed into the horse rifles.

The sabers were waving and the two sides were separated at once, and they rode their horses in circles. Although the guards of the cavalry camp were all elite troops in the army, the enemy was numerous and we were few. After several confrontations, although they killed several horse thieves, when Ye Zhao and others arrived, there were only three of the fourteen guards left.

The leader of the horse thief, Zhang Sancheng, was originally a famous horse thief in Yushu, but was later incorporated by Li Xiucheng. He was used to being arrogant. Although he heard about the reputation of the Southern Army, he never thought it was obvious. Today's sudden encounter shocked him. He was originally caught here and rested. He saw more than a dozen Southern Army chased him from Qianlijing. He could avoid it. But when he saw the opponent's lonely situation, he became determined to annihilate the other party. Who knew that the imperial armored soldiers were well-known, and they actually rushed up with a sabre. He was already very happy and took a big advantage. Who knew that the seven or eight armored soldiers were already so fierce and difficult to deal with. Seeing them rushing into their team one by one, they slashed the snow-ray sabre into the neck of their brothers, and blood was squirting.

Zhang Sancheng was frightened when he suddenly glanced at dozens of cavalry pounced down the slope. Zhang Sancheng burst into tears, then whistled and prepared to leave the battlefield.

Ye Zhao saw the bloody body of the guard and the red turtle's horse thief's red turtle. His face was as heavy as water. He ignored Zheng Aqiao's urgent call and had already rushed over. He raised his rifle in his hand. With a loud bang, a few hundred steps away, the red turtle, which seemed to be the leader of the other party immediately tilted his body and fell off the horse.

It was Zhang Sancheng who was shot in the chest. The moment he was shot, he had only one thought: "Aren't this guy afraid of hitting his own people?"

Ye Zhao pulled the bolt of the gun, and another shot was shot, and then a red turban was caught.

"Bang bang bang", when Ye Zhao's white horse reached more than a hundred steps, he had already fired eight shots in a row. Eight red turbans fell off their horses, but the ninth shot was stuck. Ye Zhao cursed in his heart, not knowing whether it was because of his bad luck or the failure rate of this new Jinling horse rifle was high.

When he threw the rifle, he had six more thunder cannons in his hand, and six more red turbans were dismissed.

Everyone was stunned, and the imperial armored soldiers and horse thieves who were fighting also stopped. You should know that the two sides were far away from each other and the gun was not eye-catching. Who dared to guarantee that they would not hurt their own people by chance?

But the young man who came from the Pegasus shot more than a dozen red turbans were dropped. Moreover, they were often horse soldiers fighting with imperial armored soldiers. One of them was taking advantage of the gap to cut over the armored soldiers fighting with his companions from behind. As soon as his saber was raised, his head was blooming, and the person was carrying him down.

Ye Zhao came quickly and shot faster. At this time, the horse thieves reacted one after another. When they saw Zhang Sancheng falling off the horse, they immediately shouted and fled everywhere.

The three guards covered in blood watched Ye Zhao approaching, and even forgot to dismount and salute.

"Bring these warriors with you, let's go! Send a signal to make the team retreat." Ye Zhao was naturally talking about the bodies of the sacrificial guards in the hilly grasslands.

In the distance, another team of guards from the cavalry regiment rushed towards him.

Ye Zhao looked to the other side and asked, "Mr. Bai, are you okay?"

Two guards were untiing the tie for Imam Bai, and Imam Bai was tied to Zhang Sancheng's horse's back just now.

"It's okay..." Imma Bai's stomach was sore, and he vomited loudly. He was tied up for a long time and couldn't stand up. He had to rely on the support of the guards.

"Then let's go! Mr. Bai, when I return to the security city, I will discuss teachings with you." Ye Zhao said, waved his hand and made a gesture of retreating.

It was the first time that the cavalry had seen the Emperor Wuwei, and it was shocking to imagine how shocked it was. But when the country was poor and the army was weak, the emperor led his personal army to fight outside the pass with his weak crown. How fascinating was it? Today, his majesty's courage was nothing but a glimpse of the leopard.

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After reading the reward records, I suddenly found that the Az Pig friend gave a total of more than 100 yuan last month, and I was sweating.

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I also remembered something. I went to QQ yesterday and saw someone leaving a message asking me if I wanted to write about Ye Zhao's amnesia in the northwest, otherwise what would happen in Beijing? I was sweating at the time. Although I like to write bloody plots, my bloody plots are also very tasteful. I saw that when I was studying in the army, how could I come up with such plots? I felt that my IQ was insulted and dizzy.

But suddenly I felt that Ye Zhao's amnesia was also fun, but if you go back and arrange to go to London to lose your amnesia, that's fun. I did the errand of Sherlock Holmes for two months, and was named a title by the Queen of England. The stunning fourth princess Louis, yes, it's not bad.

Calculate the age, Louis is fifteen years old this year and is sweating. For Lolita, it would be a bit too late to not soak in again.
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