"Captain, are those Jurchens going to run away?" A rider next to Ma Yunjiu suddenly said.
Ma Yunjiu looked up and saw a Jurchen cavalry team of less than ten people bypassing Fan Ji's motorcade and escaping in the other direction. He immediately sneered and said, "Don't worry about them, they can't escape."
"Captain, the Jurchens no longer care about Fan Ji's motorcade. Do we still want to ride horses to attack Fan Ji's motorcade?" asked the rider on the side.
Ma Yunjiu thought for a while and said: "Everyone who can fight has run away, and the rest are Fan Ji's guys. Separate a team of people, go around from one side, and surround Fan Ji's team."
Nearly a hundred cavalrymen separated into a team of more than thirty cavalrymen and passed by the side of Fan Ji's motorcade.
Soon, Fan Ji's convoy was surrounded by the cavalry brought by Ma Yunjiu.
At this moment, Fan Youfu was standing next to a large cart. Seeing the cavalry surrounding their convoy and the armor on the cavalry, he easily recognized that these cavalry were Han Chinese, and the Han horse bandits on the grassland, Because the horse bandits would not have such uniform uniforms, not to mention that every cavalry member would not wear an iron helmet and armor, and their weapons would also be sabers and blunderbuss.
As far as he knew, in the entire Ming Dynasty, only the Tiger Banner had such cavalry that all used bird guns.
When the Fan Ji guys in the convoy saw that the convoy was surrounded, they all panicked and hid in all directions. Some people hid under the cart, and some even ran towards the cavalry on the outside in panic.
However, such a person not only failed to escape, but was killed on the spot by the surrounding cavalry with sabers.
The death of people and the sight of blood made all the guys in Fan Ji's motorcade panic. They pushed hard to crowded places, for fear that the cavalry in iron armor would chop themselves with the knives in their hands.
Fan Youfu leaned against the cart and said in a trembling voice: "Dear gentlemen, I am the chief steward of the Fan family in Zhangjiakou. Since we are all Han Chinese, we can discuss anything."
Unfortunately, his words were destined to be in vain, and no one around the cavalry paid him any attention.
Xia Guang, who was following Ma Yunjiu on horseback, stared at Fan Youfu who was speaking, and said bitterly: "Yes, he is Fan Ji's butler, and he is in charge of Fan Ji's team."
Mentioning Fan Youfu made him itch with hatred.
These bodyguards invited by Fan Ji were hunted down by the Jurchens. He believed that this incident was definitely related to Fan Youfu, and he even suspected that Fan Youfu was behind the incident.
The cavalry in front of Fan Youfu made a gap, and Ma Yunjiu rode out.
"Are you Fan Youfu?" Ma Yunjiu, who was riding on horseback, looked down at Fan Youfu who was standing in front of him.
Fan Youfu said sarcastically: "The younger one is Fan Youfu."
"Do you know who we are?" Ma Yunjiu asked.
Fan Youfu nodded cautiously and said, "I know, I know, oh no, I don't know, I don't know."
First he nodded, then he shook his head hastily.
Ma Yunjiu said sarcastically: "Whether you know who we are or not, since your Fan family has the courage to collude with Hou Jin and sell goods to Hou Jin, no one can save you people today."
Fan Youfu's legs softened when he heard this, and he immediately knelt on the ground and begged: "Good man, please consider that we are all Han people and let me go this time. When I go back, please persuade my family." Master, I will never cooperate with Hou Jin again, please be kind to me."
As he spoke, he knocked his head to the ground.
His begging for mercy caused other Fan Ji guys around him to kneel down and beg for mercy.
Ma Yunjiu turned his head and said to Xia Guang: "I leave this person to you. If you can't do it, my people can do it for you."
"No, I can do it myself." Xia Guang stared fiercely at Fan Youfu.
Ma Yunjiu smiled and immediately said to a rider on the side: "Give him your knife."
The rider took out his saber and handed it to Xia Guang.
Xia Guang, who was holding a knife, jumped off the horse and walked up to Fan Youfu with the knife in hand.
Fan Youfu raised his head and glanced, his expression suddenly changed, and he said with a look of horror: "Boss Xia, we have no grievances, what are you going to do?"
"No injustice." Xia Guang said through gritted teeth, "Those brothers who came with me, just because they are unwilling to collude with Houjin like you Fan Ji, you let the Jurchens hunt us down. You You still have the nerve to tell me here that there is no injustice or enmity, today I will avenge those dead brothers and take your life with my own hands."
"No, I didn't kill them, it was the Jurchens who killed them. You can't kill me." Fan Youfu wanted to step back with a look of horror on his face.
Unfortunately, he was kneeling on the ground and forgot to stand up for a moment, only moving his upper body back.
"If it weren't for your instructions, how could those Jurchens chase us that night? So, you'd better die!"
As the word "death" was spoken, the saber in Xia Guang's hand swiped across Fan Youfu's neck, followed by a bloody arrow spurting out.
"Cough, cough."
Fan Youfu made a coughing sound, and covered his neck with both hands, trying to stop the flow of blood, but he couldn't stop it. There was blood flowing out from the gaps in his hands.
The several Fan Ji clerks who were standing not far away from Fan Youfu turned pale with fright when they saw this scene. They even backed away, and those who were timid simply sat down on the ground.
Xia Guang did not make a second blow. He held the knife in his hand and watched Fan Youfu slowly die. Then he put the blood on Fan Youfu's clothes and wiped it clean.
As soon as Fan Youfu died, Xia Guang stepped back, returned the saber in his hand to the rider, then looked at Ma Yunjiu and said, "Can't we really let these people go?"
Ma Yunjiu shook his head.
Xia Guang sighed, got on his horse, and rode away from the grassland without looking back.
Ma Yunjiu drew his saber, pointed at the gangsters gathered in Fan Ji's motorcade, and said coldly: "Kill no one left alive!"
As his words fell, hundreds of cavalrymen waved their sabers and rushed towards Fan Ji's motorcade...
After all the cavalry sealed their swords, corpses were left on the grass. Except for the tiger-shaped flag cavalry wearing black breastplates, no one was left standing.
The thick smell of blood filled the surroundings, and the grass blades on the ground were stained with scarlet blood.
"Leave a group of people to keep an eye on these goods, and the rest will follow me to chase the Jurchens." Ma Yunjiu ordered.
Soon, out of the hundreds of cavalry, only about thirty people stayed on the spot. The rest, led by Ma Yunjiu, chased in the direction in which the Jurchens escaped.
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After Kutai left Fan Ji's motorcade with seven other Jurchens, he kept galloping and fled in the direction of Horqin.
At this time, he didn't care whether the horse would break down. He just kept urging the horse under him to gallop, running as fast as possible and farther away from Fan Ji's motorcade.
Kutai on horseback looked very ugly.
This was the first time that Hou Jin was scared away by people from the Ming Dynasty without taking action, and they were also scared away by the guards maintained by a business in the Ming Dynasty.
Although there were only eight of them, it was not a shame to escape in front of hundreds of riders, but it still made him, a man with a white flag, really feel embarrassed.
