The weather in November is so fucking cold.

Especially in the north, when the north wind blows on your face at night, it feels like a knife slashing across it, making it hurt like a knife.

Fang Xiaochun rubbed his palms, whispered while urging to keep warm, "I said, Brother Wu, why haven't you done it yet after you've been in a fire for a long time? Are we going to death by cold?"

Wu Fan, who was making a fire, turned his head and cursed, "What, are you itchy? Do you want me to relax you?"

Zhao Yuan, who was sitting among the two, hurriedly said, "You two have said less. Have you forgotten the rules of our scout? Don't cause trouble and make a big deal."

Fang Xiaochun curled his lips and said dissatisfiedly: "Brother Zhao, you are too careful. Can you still jump out of this wilderness and live? "

Wu Fan also smiled and said, "Xiao Chunzi's words are reasonable."

Seeing that both of them said this, Zhao Yuan didn't say much, pulled out the plug on the cowhide and drooled.

"Okay, it's done!"

With Wu Fan's hard work, the dead branches were finally ignited and a blazing bonfire was ignited.

Seeing this, Fang Xiaochun immediately came here. Seeing his slutty look, Wu Fan rolled his eyes in anger and said, "What, can you think of me now?"

Fang Xiaochun rubbed his palms and laughed: "Aren't we kidding you with Brother Wu? You don't know my temperament yet?"

Wu Fan spat out a mouthful of thick phlegm and pretended to be angry: "You little pretend to be confused with me. I know exactly what you want to shit when you are up your butt."

Fang Xiaochun pulled the corners of her mouth awkwardly and winked at Zhao Yuan.

Zhao Yuan had no choice but to clear his throat and smooth out his situation for the two of them.

"Okay, Lao Wu, Xiaochun just has a stinky mouth. What are you sceptical about with him?"

"Hmph, for Lao Zhao's sake, I won't bother with you."

Wu Fan didn't really hold a grudge against Fang Xiaochun, and now he even moved his butt out.

"Hehe, it's better for Brother Wu to be nice to me."

Fang Xiaochun sat next to Wu Fan with shamelessness, put his hands on the flame and roasted them.

The three of them were sentinels in the Ming army scout camp of Gao Jie's army. They have performed missions together many times. They are very familiar with each other, so they joke around and don't care about each other.

Especially Zhao Yuan and Wu Fan, both of them are from Mizhi, Shaanxi and have known each other for more than ten years.

Fang Xiaochun joined later, but also had a full seven years of friendship with Zhao and Wu.

The three of them stirred the meal with a spoon, and it was better than brothers.

The most important thing for a reconnaissance is to trust the robe. Because you often encounter many dangers when you come to investigate the enemy situation, and you may encounter danger alone, but if you have robe to save you, you can often get rid of danger.

Zhao Yuan and Fang Xiaochun had encountered dangers, and eventually they all relied on Wu Fan to pull them back from the gates of hell.

The three of them were chatting while cooking, and the atmosphere was very harmonious.

Suddenly, a sound of horse hooves came from afar, and the three of them heard it almost at the same time.

Wu Fan gritted his teeth and directly put out the fire that had just started, and pulled out his sword with a whisper.

"You two are a little more shocked, and you will act according to our eyes."

Since there is movement in the distance, the bonfire must be put out as soon as possible.

Otherwise, when people come to see the fire, they will be alert and prepare early.

Zhao Yuan and Fang Xiaochun both nodded.

The three of them have been working together to investigate military information for many years, and they have already had a very tacit understanding. They can understand what the other party wants to do with one look.

The three of them crawled on the ground and exposed their heads, staring at the distance with their eyes tightly.

However, the night was pale and there was no fire illumination. They could not see too far. Even if they widened their eyes, they could only see the scene at most fifty steps away.

In the middle of the night, someone suddenly rode a horse through the mountains. It was definitely not ordinary merchants.

In Wu Fan's view, there are only two possible identities of the visitor, one is the local bandits and horse bandits, and the other is the Tartars' whistle and cavalry.

No matter which possibility it is, if there are too many people, it will be extremely unfavorable to Wu Fan and the other two.

Wu Fan put his ear on the yellow soil.

"Tait!"

It should be three or five riders, not a large group of people.

Wu Fan breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhao Yuan and Fang Xiaochun also pressed their ears tightly on the ground, clasping the hilt of the knife with one hand, ready to draw the knife to death at any time.

Compared with other soldiers, the soldiers of the Scout Cavalry Battalion face more emergencies and encounter more dangers. Therefore, the elite soldiers who can be selected into the Scout Cavalry Battalion are all elite soldiers.

In terms of individual combat capabilities, Wu Fan, Zhao Yuan and Fang Xiaochun are all the leaders in Gao Jie's army.

In terms of cooperation, the three of them had a very tacit understanding.

With the trust of the three, they can hand over their backs to each other.

As long as it is a team of less than ten people, they are confident of winning in the fight.

"Tait!"

The sound of horse hooves was getting closer and closer, and the three of them held their breath.

Suddenly, several highlights suddenly flashed in the darkness.

It's a torch!

After a while, Wu Fan and others saw it more clearly.

The people came were exactly three riders. They all rode low brown Mongolian horses, whipping the horses and urging them to come forward.

With the light of the torch, Wu Fan and others could clearly see the shiny foreheads of the three people coming towards them, and the tail of the money rat that was swaying on the back of their heads.

It's the Tartars!

Now they can finally determine the identity of the visitor.

Then needless to say, these people must be the reconnaissance of the Tartars.

The Ming army could send reconnaissance cavalry, and of course the Tartars could do it.

There were only three cavalrymen in the Tartars, and the number was as many as that of Wu Fan and others. Wu Fan had already become murderous. He wanted to stop all three Tartars and leave a living question to ask about the military situation.

Wu Fan raised his eyes against Zhao Yuan and Fang Xiaochun, and both of them nodded.

If it were a year ago, they would never dare to take the initiative to fight with the Tartars. At that time, they were as afraid of the Tartars as tigers as other soldiers in Gao Jie's army.

The so-called Eight Banners are less than ten thousand, and they are invincible.

The Ming army was basically chased against the Eight Banners Army, and it was even hard to win in the field.

But since the great victory in Dezhou, the morale of the Ming army has been greatly boosted. You should know that Dezhou General Qin Gongming led his troops to kill thousands of real Tatars and the second Tatars.

Both generals and ordinary soldiers began to think that they had been a little blind in their previous fear of the Eight Banners Army, and the strength of the Eight Banners Army was exaggerated.

When Gao Jie made a Northern Expedition, Wu Fan, Zhao Yuan and Fang Xiaochun followed the army all the way north, conquering Zhucheng, Henan, and their morale was as bright as a rainbow.

Although the Green Camp Army guarding the city was not the real Tartars, it also gave the Ming army great confidence. They began to believe that even if they really encountered the Eight Banner Army, as long as they dared to fight, they could still defeat the enemy and win.

Wu Fan took a deep breath, pulled out an arrow from the arrow pouch, and put it on the string.

Their chance is only once!

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Chapter completed!