"Put down your weapons, surrender without killing, hand over Ben Shiyari, surrender without killing!"
The Ming army's shouting continued, but now most of the Tatar soldiers had put down their weapons and sat on their knees with their heads in their hands.
Ben Shiyali looked at the sea of fire not far away, feeling anxious and angry.
What he was anxious about was that the Ming army was already outflanking him. What made him angry was that he found that he did not have the courage to die calmly.
The descendant of his dignified golden family, the direct descendant of Ali Buge Khan, at this moment, he even lost the courage to die.
What else does he have?
At this moment, he deeply understood why he couldn't defeat Arutai, and why he couldn't even defeat Mahamu, who was of mixed bloodline.
He took out the scimitar and put it on his neck, but he couldn't move his hand.
Two drops of blood and tears washed out two ravines on his dark face like streams. After a while, his face showed a look of dejection, and the long knife in his hand suddenly fell to the ground.
"If you are unworthy of your descendants, you will be ashamed of your ancestors!"
Benshiyari burst into tears instantly, and his voice was like tears of blood, which was touching.
Chen Kan encountered almost no decent resistance and successfully passed through the enemy formation.
He quietly looked at the man not far away, whose clothes were still intact but crying loudly on the horse, with no intention of stepping forward to disturb him.
He also saw that Ben Shiyali had no determination to die.
Otherwise, he would have rushed into the sea of fire and been buried with the Kent Mountain Camp.
Since he wanted to ask for a living, Chen Kan didn't mind giving him some time to vent.
After all, he is a descendant of the Golden Family, so he must still be given the respect he deserves.
The main reason is that there is no way. In theory, Benshi Yali can almost be equal to Zhu Di in terms of status.
In this era, it was important that an imperial power should not be insulted. Even if it was the imperial power of another country, as long as it was related to these two words, Chen Kan had to treat him with courtesy.
Benshiyari cried and cried for the duration of a stick of incense.
Chen Kan looked at the sky and couldn't help but frown.
The news of the Kent Mountain Fire will definitely spread across the grassland in the shortest possible time, and the furious Arutai will never give up his pursuit of him.
The time to escape is somewhat tight.
So he decisively rode forward, came to Ben Shiyari's side and cupped his hands and said: "The foreign minister Chen Kan, the Marquis of Jinghai in the Ming Dynasty, has seen the Great Khan."
Ben Shiyali's cry stopped, and his blood-red eyes immediately stared at Chen Kan: "Since you are a foreign minister, why are you here on my grassland?"
Chen Kan met Ben Shiyali's almost cannibalistic gaze, and said with neither humility nor condescension: "The foreign minister, by order of my emperor, invites the Great Khan to come to our Yingtian Mansion in the Ming Dynasty to have a talk. My emperor has prepared delicious food, and the palace Beautiful maid."
Ben Shiyali almost gritted his teeth and asked, "Is this how you invite people to be guests in Ming Dynasty?"
Chen Kan smiled and said: "Using special means in special times may be a little rude, but as long as the purpose is achieved, it is a useful way of invitation. Khan, it's time for us to get on our way."
Ben Shiyari was silent for a moment, and then stared at Chen Kan with eyes full of hatred: "You will not end well if you commit such a murder. You will definitely receive retribution."
Chen Kan twitched the corner of his mouth and waved behind him. Cheng Feng and Fang Xu stepped forward on their horses. Without any explanation, they pulled Ben Shiyali off the horse and put him on the Ming Dynasty's horse.
"You will definitely receive retribution, you will definitely..."
Benshiyari's hysterical voice spread throughout the entire army. Chen Kan looked at Benshiyari's back with a gloomy face, and then pursed his lips.
Chen Kan never believed in such things as retribution.
He only believes that man can conquer nature.
The noisy Ben Shiyari was knocked unconscious by Cheng Feng's hand knife. Fang Xu took out a map to identify the direction, and then led a group of people and the unconscious Ben Shiyari towards the southeast.
The escape route was planned by Chen Kan long ago. He would go around Saihan Mountain to Liaodong, and then enter the land of Youyan from Shanhaiguan.
As long as they arrived in Beijing, with the 100,000 defenders of Datong Xuanfu as a barrier, no matter how furious Arutai was, there was nothing he could do against Chen Kan.
This time, no one cared about horse power anymore. The configuration of one person and two horses was enough to allow the Ming army soldiers to travel four hundred miles a day.
In the past few days after entering the grassland, everyone has already mastered the skills of sleeping on the horse, eating on the horse, defecating on the horse, and even changing horses without dismounting.
Chen Kan divided the soldiers under his command into two parts. When one half was sleeping, the other half was responsible for guarding. The two groups rotated with each other. As for the scouts, in such a running situation, it didn't matter whether they sent out scouts or not.
It can be said that the effect of this military training exceeded Chen Kan's imagination.
After running wildly for three days, everyone was thousands of miles away from Kent Mountain.
In the past three days, through Feng Feng's unremitting efforts, Benshi Yali finally understood how to be a cool and beautiful man.
On the fourth day, large red and swollen blisters appeared on Benshiyari's body where the flames had burned him, and his whole body began to have a high fever.
As a last resort, Chen Kan had to ask everyone to slow down.
The dead Benshiyari was not as valuable as the living Benshiyali. Chen Kan also planned to use Benshiyali to blackmail the Oara tribe and the Tatar tribe.
Chen Kan was lucky enough to find a river more than one meter wide to camp.
As soon as the camp was set up, Chen Kan fetched water and cleaned up the messy areas on Ben Shiyali's body.
The burns on Benshiari's body worsened faster than anyone imagined.
The blisters started in the morning and started to flow thickly in the afternoon.
In the words of Ming Dynasty, this is the entry of fire poison into the body.
If you want to remove fire poison, the best material is aloe vera.
But now on the grassland, everyone could not find suitable medicinal herbs for a while, and could only watch with cold eyes as Ben Shiyali's fever persisted.
Chen Kan frowned. Even though he was a time traveler, he had no good solution at this time.
The soldiers did bring some gold sore medicine with them when they came to the grassland, but it was for treating knife wounds. Moreover, Chen Kan checked the ingredients of the gold sore medicine and found that there was lime in it.
It's okay to use it on knife wounds, but it may have the opposite effect if it's used on burns.
"Can you find some ice to cool him down?"
Chen Kan frowned and looked at the anxious generals.
Fang Xu laid out the map and looked at it carefully, then shook his head: "There are no snow-capped mountains nearby."
"Where's the saltpeter? Is there any saltpeter in the team?"
Chen Kan knew how to use saltpeter to make ice, but now on the grassland, where could he find saltpeter?
Fang Xu touched his chin and thought for a moment, then said calmly: "Saltpeter is an indispensable material for making furs on the grassland. We don't have saltpeter in our team, but there must be some in the nearby tribes."
"Where are the tribes of Tartars?"
Fang Xu searched for it on the map, and then pointed to a small dot on the map: "The map records that there was a small tribe of about a thousand people in the upper reaches of the river, but the tribes on the grassland disappeared quickly, and I don't know which tribe it was. Are you still there?"
"Send someone to check it out!"
Chen Kan decided immediately. Now he had no choice but to seize every possible hope.
Fang Xu frowned and said, "In this case, we have to go around two hundred miles, and our whereabouts are very likely to be exposed."
Chen Kan also hesitated a little when he heard that he had to take such a long detour, but it was only for a moment.
Compared with the importance of Ben Shiyali, taking a detour of two hundred miles was not a difficult decision, not to mention that Chen Kan was not afraid of pursuers behind him.
No matter where you go, your whereabouts may be exposed.
The scout went to explore the road first, and Chen Kan led everyone slowly towards the tribe.
Benshiyari seemed to be in great pain. Even in his sleep, his teeth were clenched and he could not even feed him water, let alone feed him food.
"This guy won't die on the road, right?"
"What bad luck!"
The two soldiers who were responsible for taking care of Ben Shiyali had impatient expressions on their faces. Why did they feel that the Great Khan of the Grassland was more pretentious than the Central Plains people like them?
The scouts left as quickly as they came. As evening approached, they brought back some fire salt.
According to the scouts who explored the road, the people of that tribe had disappeared without a trace, but a lot of things were discarded in the camp, including fire and saltpeter.
With fire and saltpeter in hand, Chen Kan quickly ordered the team to stop.
Then he found a large leather bag, put the fire saltpeter into the bag and added water, and then put a pot of water into the bubbling saltwater.
Soon, Chen Kan got a bottle of ice water.
This season is the beginning of autumn. It is impossible to make ice, but it is still easy to make ice water.
Putting the kettle on Benshiyari's forehead, half an hour later, Benshiyari, who was in a coma, finally calmed down and the expression on his face was no longer painful.
Chen Kan personally fed him some ice water, made sure that the high temperature on his body had dropped, and then started to escape again without saying a word.
Based on the existing conditions on the grassland, being able to use physical cooling to lower the high temperature in Benshiyali is the limit of what Chen Kan can do.
If he wanted to treat the burns on his body more deeply, the only way was to rush to Liaodong quickly.
As far as Chen Kan knew, there were many good things in the deep mountains and forests of Liaodong.
"Master Marquis, we are less than 600 miles away from Saihan Mountain. It's time to send out the scouts."
Fang Xu's voice sounded, and Chen Kan glanced at him dissatisfied: "You can make the decision yourself on this small matter. From now on, you will have to gradually adapt to leading the battle."
Being scolded by Chen Kan, Fang Xu touched his nose in embarrassment, and then asked Cen Gu to disperse with the scout team.
Chen Kan waved to Cheng Feng behind him and asked, "How many bullets do we have left?"
"There are about 30,000 hair left."
Chen Kan nodded slightly and asked, "What are the chances if we forcefully break into Saihan Mountain?"
"If you don't have to save ammunition, I will think that there is a 70% to 80% chance."
Cheng Feng thought for a moment and gave an answer that was beyond Chen Kan's expectation.
Chen Kan frowned and said: "Seventy to eighty percent, it's so high, are you sure?"
Cheng Feng smiled and said: "The Tatar army in Saihan Mountain is mainly guarding against the Duoyan Three Guards on the other side of the mountain. They must not have expected that there will be an additional Ming army behind them. By surprise, our surprise attack is very likely to succeed. That's it." The battle damage may not be small."
