After the distance was widened, Zhang Xiong quickly assembled the troops and wanted to go back to the transportation team.

The annoying fly was finally driven away.

Although the little prince was not deceived, the Tartar army was still held back for a while.

Although I don’t know what Mingjun can do at this time.

But no matter what, he will never return empty-handed this time.

He has plundered the team that transports supplies today!

The army continued to march forward.

The Tartars dispatched a large army of 50,000 people this time, and it was more than enough to grab a baggage team.

They guessed that after the Ming army learned the news, they must be rushing back in panic.

After they chased after, they only needed to ride a horse to shuttle back and forth into the transport team, and the people in the transport team would definitely flee.

At that time, they can get the baggage that has been thrown down all over the ground without any effort.

But dreams are beautiful.

But reality is a bit confusing...

When the little prince rushed to the nearby area with the army excitedly, the expected transportation queue did not see it.

He looked at it with confusion and frowned slightly.

I saw that the original transportation queue was divided into many parts.

The carts filled with supplies were placed outside in circles.

The open space inside the circle was full of people.

The little prince was stunned and subconsciously raised his hand.

The army stopped.

He murmured, "What kind of formation is this?"

The generals on the side were ecstatic.

"Did these Ming troops surrender and handed over the supplies to us?"

"Hahahaha, these eggless cowards."

One of the generals laughed loudly and was about to rush forward with his men.

At this time.

"Sizi..."

The sound of the burning fire in the fire sounded in slightest.

"Boom boom boom!"

Hidden behind the side of the baggage truck, the dark muzzle was scattered.
Chapter completed!