Of course, these caravans who have been traveling outside the Great Wall for many years still adhere to their usual practices and have not broken their rules because of the orders conveyed by Ma Zhuang and Hutug.

Before a large number of convoys and camel convoys heading to Aohan tribe gathered on the river bank and began to cross the river, there were already a large number of caravan guards, carrying guns, knives, whips, riding horses, and fluttering.

The ground jumped into the channel of Laohua River.

On the one hand, they want to take the lead to test the depth of the river and test whether the river bed is solid; on the other hand, they want to go to the other bank to open a road and fortify it to guard against horse thieves hiding in the reeds or on the opposite bank.

They are all familiar with such things. Even though the proprietor is not here, there is no need for anyone to stand up and give orders. What everyone should do is quickly done in an orderly manner.

Ma Zhuang is a member of the escort team hired by the Fan family's caravan, and during this period, with his skills and his deliberate friendship, he has already made friends with the big and small bosses in the escort team.

Mixed up.

This time, he came back with the token that Master Fan used to command the entire caravan to report, but the leaders of the escort team, who had been cautious since they left the gate, finally became careless.

Ordinary people would think so. Since the ten princes of the Qing Dynasty settled in the Aohan Prince's Mansion dozens of miles away, and since the east bank of the Laohua River was already full of Qing soldiers, then they risked killing in the Ming Dynasty.

Even with the risk of having to go outside the customs to trade with the Qing Dynasty, wouldn’t it be possible to sit back and relax from now on?

Therefore, the usual practice of caravan guards having to patrol for several miles after crossing the river and landing on the bank was discounted this time.

The shopkeeper of the Fan family, who was in charge of a group of servants and guards in the caravan, rushed ashore and saw Ma Zhuang leading the escort people "from the Aohan tribe". He had already volunteered to lead the way.

He went forward to occupy the high ground on the hillside in the distance, and immediately felt relieved. He only asked his servants to guard the river bank, and then ordered people to wave the caravan flag and command the carriages, horses and camels on the other side.

Start crossing the river.

For a time, people on the west bank of the Laohua River were cheering, horses were barking, wheels were rolling, and they all found their way into the shallow river bed where the bottom could be seen.

It has not rained in the grasslands of Jibei and beyond the Great Wall for a long, long time. Many small rivers and lakes on the grasslands have stopped flowing, dried up, and disappeared.

Under the unusually dry climate in the north during the 12th year of Chongzhen's reign, relatively large rivers on the grasslands of Eastern Mongolia, such as the Laohua River, were about to dry up.

Because of this, even if there is no pontoon bridge or anything like that, the cars, horses, and camels in the caravan can cross the river directly without any major problems.

So not long after, a large number of camel teams carrying heavy loads crossed the river first, passed the reed swamp, and then landed on the shore.

Only the carts of mules, horses or carts pulled by oxen in the caravan had a little trouble crossing the river. Their tall wheels always got stuck in the mud and sand on the river bed and could not move. A large number of mules

Horse-drawn carts and ox-drawn carts were crowded in the river, and the movement seemed quite slow.

"Sir! Do you have to wait any longer? If you wait any longer, it will get dark soon!"

Looking at the situation on both sides of the Laohua River, Ma Zhuang, who had rushed back to resume his life, could not help but suggest to Yang Zhen: "First kill the Fan family servants and the hired caravan guards who have come ashore! Kill them,

Great things are done!

"As for the other coachmen, horsemen and camel workers, although there are many of them, they have nothing but horse whips at this time, so there is no need to think about it at all!

"As for those shopkeepers and Chaofeng, without the presence of the owner of the Fan family, they are nothing. They can't command the entire caravan at all, so they can just ignore it!"

After Ma Zhuang finished speaking, the other generals who had been gearing up and waiting impatiently all gathered around Yang Zhen, staring at him with bright eyes, waiting for his final order.

Even without Ma Zhuang's suggestion, Yang Zhen had already made a decision in his heart. The sun in the west was about to set, and it was indeed time to take action.

"Okay! Let's start fucking! Ma Zhuang is right. Now is the time to cross the river. Those coachmen crowded in the river, as well as the horsemen and camel workers on the shore, don't go there yet.

Whatever!

"Every unit first focuses on the servants who are armed with guns, knives, and bows and arrows, and strike with all their strength! Defeat them first, destroy them, and then talk about the rest!"

When Yang Zhen said this, he glanced at the generals and then said: "Deng En's troops will stay here. If any camel team escapes here, either disperse them or capture them! The other troops will mount their horses immediately to prepare for the attack."

Li Lu's troops are the vanguard and attack me!"

After listening to Yang Zhen's order, the generals clasped their fists together and agreed.

The musketeers had already loaded their ammunition and installed charging bayonets.

The grenadiers had already lit up the match ropes, holding several match ropes tied together in one hand, and holding an iron-cased long-handled grenade, the "Flying General", in their other hand.

As for Hutuge's men and horses, everyone had their bows and arrows in hand and were waiting eagerly, ready to listen to Yang Zhen's order to attack.

"Let's go! Fuck you!"

Yang Zhen got on the horse, shouted loudly, then held a musket in his hand, and from the depression on the east side of the hillside, he rushed up the hillside with his horse, towards the crowd of people who were crowded and chaotic ashore on the east bank of the Laohua River opposite.

Soon, a very strange scene appeared on the grassland on the east bank of the Laohua River. A group of hundreds of people wearing Tatar armor with white flags rushed from a hill far away from the hillside.

Down, rushed towards the caravan that was crossing the river, but the caravan that was crossing the river was still doing everything as usual.

The coachmen, grooms and camel workers who had already landed were only guarding the animals, carts and the goods on the carts that they were responsible for. They were busy sorting out the carriages, horses and camel teams that had just crossed the river, and were very interested in the fast horses approaching in the distance.

The Tatars didn't care.

As for the shopkeepers, court officials, and camel-heads who were the first to cross the river, they were jumping up and down on the bank with flags in their hands, cursing the reckless camel workers, and commanding and dispatching the slow-moving convoy stuck in the mud. In the chaos, they had no time to worry about what was behind them.

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Only the Fan family's servants and caravan guards who gathered on the periphery looked at the Qing soldiers who suddenly appeared and were approaching quickly in surprise, and were confused about the situation for a while.

Ever since Fan Sanba, the big proprietor of the caravan, was "invited" to meet with the ten princes of the Qing Dynasty, they, the servants of the Fan family, and the escorts hired by the caravan, all received repeated warnings.

When dealing with Qing soldiers, you must not offend or be rude.

At this moment, these warnings worked. Facing the troops and horses with white flags of the ten princes of the Qing Dynasty who suddenly came, those with muskets did not dare to point their guns at others, and those with bows and arrows did not dare to open their bows and set arrows. They could only

Each one of them waited dumbly for the other party to approach.

"Fan family caravan guys, brothers, don't panic, don't be chaotic, the ten princes of the Qing Dynasty have sent Manchu soldiers with white flags to greet us!"

At this time, Ma Zhuang, who was charging ahead, was still fooling the opponent.

The Fan family servants and caravan guards who were originally a little wary heard the familiar call of Ma Zhuang, and immediately breathed a sigh of relief, secretly put away their business, and put smiles on their faces.

More cleverly, he turned around and notified the shopkeeper and general manager who led the team, and hurriedly came to greet the white-armored soldiers sent by the ten princes of the Qing Dynasty to help.

However, the shopkeepers, court officials and generals who hurried over in a hurry and trotted towards the Qing soldiers they imagined had not even had time to say a word before they were rushed towards them without stopping.

The cavalry was trampled to death under the horses' hooves.

This scene frightened the large number of horsemen, cart drivers, and camel workers who gathered on the river bank. They screamed and retreated, but they could not retreat.

The servants maintained by the Fan family and the caravan guards hired by the Fan family were equally shocked when they saw this, but they didn't know whether it was an accident or intentional. Everyone stood there dumbfounded and at a loss.

The muskets in some people's hands were raised and put down, and the bows and arrows in some people's hands were raised and put down.

While they were hesitant and overwhelmed, Li Lu, who was only a few dozen steps away from these people, lightly reined in his horse, then lit the grenade in his hand and threw it.

In an instant, the smoking grenade flew out in a perfect arc and fell into the group of armed Fan family servants and caravan guards.

Immediately afterwards, there was a loud bang, and the grenade thrown by Li Lu exploded in the crowded crowd of Fan family servants. Like waves of wheat blown by the wind, screams suddenly came from the smoke, and everyone fell down in an instant.

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"Zhentian Lei! This is Zhentian Lei! How could the white-armored soldiers of the Qing Dynasty use Zhentian Lei——"

Among the guards hired by the caravan, there were some knowledgeable ones. When they saw that the thing thrown by the "white-armored soldiers of the Qing Dynasty" could explode and hurt people, they immediately realized it and shouted to tell their companions about it.

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However, the shouting suddenly stopped.

Li Lu's first grenade was thrown, which was the grenadier's order to attack, followed by a rain of grenades.
Chapter completed!