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"Chief Xin Jia, this is the camp for Suluren..."

Late at night, Xie Ping'an took Xin Qixuan and his thirteen cavalry back on the same road and returned to the Sulu people's camp. Now he was hiding behind a next-door land and carefully looking at the camp.

Xie Ping'an continued, "I see there are at least five or six hundred people inside, and most of them are old, weak, women and children. There are as many as hundreds of Hu people in armor. Xin Jia is long. I suggest that we should wait until the army behind us arrives before launching an attack. After all, we only have a dozen cavalry, which is too risky..."

Xin Qixuan held a look-up mirror in his hand and looked at the red fire in the Sulu stronghold ahead, without any response to Xie Ping'an's words.

When he was young, Xin Qixuan put down his mirror and called the cavalrymen around Qingzi Camp to his side and said, "Get all the cannons on your bodies. When you enter the enemy camp later, you will listen to my order to set off the grass felt bag in one fell swoop.

When the Hu camp is in chaos, they will attack the enemy camp. As long as the enemy commander is captured alive, this battle will be defeated in one fell swoop. Do you understand?"

"I understand!" After hearing this, the soldiers and gentlemen took the order.

After arranging the combat plan, Xin Qixuan said: "Go and change the horses quickly, and take action immediately after two quarters of an hour!"

After hearing this, the soldiers immediately started to act, while Xie Ping'an said to Xin Qixuan in embarrassment: "Xin Jia, what should my brothers do? If you kill in like this, will their lives be in danger?"

Xin Qixuan heard this and said, "The enemy is clear and I am secret. As long as the enemy camp is in chaos, will those Hu people still have the heart to take care of your subordinates?

Now I will give you a mission to watch out for these mounts for me and wait for reinforcements to arrive. If it goes well, the battle will be over in less than an hour..."

After saying that, Xin Qixuan patted Xie Ping'an on the shoulder and got up before he could reply and prepare to fight.

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Under the night, the Sulu clan camp had already fallen into silence, and the Sulu clan people who had been busy for a day had fallen asleep.

Inside the felt bags, the people of the Sulu tribe all slept in a dress and wrapped in blankets. Although it was already February and not as difficult as winter, the nights outside the border were still very cold.

Although we are short of food and clothing, we can't even eat wild vegetables, but when we think that we will be able to join the Central Plains of Jizhou and immediately live a good life of three meals a day like other tribes that depend on the Military Governor's Office, the endurance and suffering are worth it now.

However, no one knew at this time that a white-robed cavalry that made all the grasslands outside the border scare were about to set foot on their habitat.

"Shit~"

"Puff~"

Two crossbows ejected, and the galloping crossbow arrows mercilessly pierced through the sleepy Suo warriors guarding outside the camp gate. One of them got arrows in the throat, and the other was pierced through the forehead, and they all nailed to the wooden camp gate, and died straight and silently.

"Hada..."

The heavy sound of iron hooves has been rushing towards the closed dilapidated door from afar.

"Kill~"

Xin Qixuan shouted loudly and took the lead. Holding a bowl-sized rifle, he directly picked up the hemp rope that tied the camp gate, and rushed into the camp of Sulu people with the twelve cavalry behind him.

The whistling of war horses instantly made the entire camp recover from silence. The people who were sleeping in the felt bag were suddenly awakened. They still knew what was going on. A loud roar made them feel that their souls were about to emerge from their bodies.

"Boom~~"

At the command of Xin Qixuan, thirteen white-robed cavalrymen, including himself, pulled the bamboo tube cannons in their hands and aimed at flammable areas such as felt and grass. The fireworks generated in the moment of the cannon exploded, illuminating the entire camp as if it were daytime.

Immediately afterwards, fires quickly ignited from the felt bags and frightened people fled out of the felt bags like headless flies. In just a moment, the entire Sulu camp was completely in chaos.

"Let it go~"

"Boom~"

Xin Qixuan continued to order the cannon to set off the letter. As the lead of the bamboo tube in the cavalry pulled hard, a violent roar echoed in the camp again, and the fire began to spread instantly, and even the remaining horses in the camp were frightened and began to run around.

The screams of women and children, the cry of babies, and the roar of men were mixed and intertwined, echoing shrillly under the night of the Gobi Desert.

"The white-robed cavalry is the white-robed cavalry~"

A Hu man in his forties shouted in fright when he saw the cavalry in white robes and iron armor in the chaotic crowd.

This shout completely knocked the minds of these surrendered people into the bottom of the valley. The white-robed god of death, Chen Qing's white-robed god of death? What a terrible name. Every white robe on them was soaked in the blood of the enemy. Wherever they passed was a sea of ​​hell. Why did they come here?

Courage retreated from these suzemen like a tide, and the same was true for those suzemen who were preparing to defend the enemy. When he heard the name "White Robe Death", he felt the shadow of death surrounding his head...

The next moment, both the elderly, weak, women and children, and the soldiers who were young, gave up their resistance and knelt on the ground and cried loudly, begging for the forgiveness of the cavalry.

"Put down your weapons and disarm them and don't kill them!"

Xin Qixuan rode his horse to the kneeling Sulu people, raised his head high in his hand and shouted loudly.

Soon the surrendered soldiers obediently removed the arc knife on their bodies, untied the horn bow and arrows on the back and threw them on the ground, holding their heads instinctively with both hands, praying in their hearts that the cavalry could forgive themselves.

In less than half an hour, Xin Qixuan's thirteen Iron Cavalry used a surprise attack to pacify Sulu camp. This horrifying behavior made Xie Ping'an, who was watching the horse outside the camp, almost dropped his chin.

"Is this the difference between the war soldiers and auxiliary soldiers?"

At this moment, Xie Ping'an was extremely shocked. You should know that Xin Qixuan had just become a regular in the new army for only a few months and had only been joining the Qingzi Camp for more than a month. He had such terrible courage and courage, and even defeated a tribe of hundreds of people with just the Thirteen Cavalry. Compared with this, he was afraid that he would not even have the qualification to carry his shoes.

"In the Xia Ge Shu Yan, the leader of Su Cap, I pay homage to the white-robed war god here!"

When Ge Shuhen and An Ye arrived after hearing the news, they saw the situation in front of them. Without saying a word, they pulled An Ye and the guards beside them and respectfully knelt down to Xin Qixuan.

The name of the tree shadow, the terrifying achievements of the White-robed Army have long been imprinted in the hearts of all the Hu people in the eastern grassland. After the Hulan people were defeated, a song was even circulated in various grassland divisions: The famous general Mo Zilao, thousands of troops avoid the white-robed army!

The ace cavalry created by Liu Ce and Chen Qing has long been the backbone of the Jingwei Camp, and the commander of this army, Chen Qing, has been mythologically by various tribes and peoples.

Xin Qixuan looked at Ge Shu Han and others who were kneeling on the ground, and immediately stepped forward and asked, "You are the leader of the Suohu people? Let me ask you, why did you design to harm my border soldiers?"

Geshu replied regretfully: "I only want to join the army commander of the military governor to serve him. However, the intention of the border army is unclear. As the leader of the captives, I must consider my own people, so I came up with this bad strategy. However, we did not treat the soldiers of the noble army badly and are now resting in my tent..."

Geshu's regretful answer made Xin Qixuan quite satisfied, so he put away the knife in the ring and placed it horizontally in front of the saddle, and said, "Since that's the case, then return our soldiers..."

"It should be..." Ge Shuyan responded very respectfully, and then said to An Ye beside him, "Why don't you invite those border soldiers out..."

When An Ye heard this, he immediately stood up and walked towards a cowhide tent. After a while, the captured 19 subordinates of Xie Ping'an's troops came to Xin Qixuan under An Ye's guidance.

After Xin Qixuan confirmed the identities of those people, he suddenly asked: "To be honest, can these Hu people bully you, etc?"

When these auxiliary soldiers heard this, they looked at each other, then shook their heads and said, "No, after we were arrested, we did not suffer any grievances. We also gave us the only wine, meat and rice in their camp."

Xin Qixuan nodded, then pointed to the direction outside the camp gate, and said to them: "You can go to Xietong Punishment quickly to gather, he is there..."

The auxiliary soldiers responded and after they left, Xin Qixuan said again: "Then, what should I do next? No matter what, this big thing is that you are wrong first..."

Geshu pulled out the arc knife from his waist and said calmly: "I am willing to apologize for death, but can you let my people go? They are all innocent. They just want to have a place to eat and wear and live in. No matter what, they will be a sin that will not be killed..."

Seeing that this brother Shu Yan was very courageous, Xin Qixuan nodded invisibly, and pretended to be deep and said, "I can't make the decision. You have to talk to our General Secretary Ye before he can be qualified to convict you..."

"General General Ye?" Brother Shu Han was stunned when he heard this and asked hurriedly: "Do you dare to ask that General Ye is an official general under General Chen?"

Xin Qixuan shook his head and said, "No, he is a counselor around the military governor. You will know if you follow me to meet him. Now let your people put out the fire here..."

"No need to bother!" said Brother Shu regretfully, "Tonight I will take my tribe members to meet General Ye with you. As long as he is willing to let my tribe members go, give them a stable shelter, and there is a generous gift to offer. As for everything here, just burn it, it will be burned. Anyway, there is nothing valuable."

Xin Qixuan nodded slightly: "Then make arrangements quickly and follow me to travel overnight..."

Hearing this, Ge Shu Han put away his sword and stood up and shouted loudly to all the people of the tribe in Hu language: "Brothers and sisters of my tribe, we will follow this white-robed general to the invincible Hanling Marquis tonight. I cannot guarantee you whether you are going to live or die.

Are you willing to follow me to bet on your future destiny? If you want, follow the steps of the white-robed general. If you don’t want, please give yourself your own benefit…”

As soon as Ge Shuhen finished speaking, he quickly received a neat reply from hundreds of people: "Of course we do!"

Now, do these surrenders have any choice? Their habitat has been destroyed. Isn’t it better to stay here and die? Why not follow Ge Shuhen and the white-robed soldiers to fight for their luck. Once they are accepted, at least the future life will be guaranteed.

When they think that the tribes that surrendered to the Military Governor's Office no longer have to worry about migration, and they still have land to plant and can still live in the big cities being built outside the Great Wall in the future, these surrendered people yearn for and long for them. What's wrong with having such an opportunity now? Anyway, they have nothing left.
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