Legend of Jinyi

Chapter 91: attack

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"My lord... I'm afraid I don't know that the strength of a Mongolian soldier can be as good as our three soldiers. If we don't have a force that is several times that of the enemy, we should not confront each other. Now it is too late to save this village. Go to the next village, set up an ambush, and it won't be too late to fight." Li Jin hesitated and said cautiously.

"Next? What if the next one is too late?" Lu Bing said bitterly, "I know that General Li knows the Northland better than I do. This is also a fair word. The implication is that I am afraid that there is also the meaning of safeguarding Lu's safety. However, General Li didn't understand Lu. In this situation, if Lu was allowed to sit on the sidelines, his life would be uneasy!

After Lu Bing finished speaking, he jumped up, turned and stood on the horse's back, but the horse stood without feeling.

Lu Bing faced the soldiers and said, "I’m afraid everyone has seen the tragedy of the village just now! Not far in front of us, there is another village that is experiencing the same suffering. There are probably two to three thousand people, we only have Five thousand people, should we kill them and confront the Mongols head-on?"

The soldiers were in a commotion. They were very angry, but many of them really didn't have the confidence to face off against the Mongols with a difference of less than twice the strength of their troops. It seemed that there was not much precedent for winning!

Lu Bing ignored the soldiers’ reactions and continued: “I was told more than once that only three or even five of my Da Ming soldiers can be worthy of a Mongolian soldier. Lao Tzu just doesn’t believe in this evil! We Da Ming soldiers are all Are you so weak? How do they defend their homes? One village after another was slaughtered, where is the next one? Is it Datong or Xuanfu? You are so weak, you believe that the soldiers guarding your village are in When facing the slaughter village, do you dare to resist? You dare not, nor do they dare! If you dare not, what should the wives and children of the family do? What about the folks in the village? Are the Han people raised like livestock and pulled out like pigs to kill and eat meat? Or did they return to Yuanmeng when they returned to Temuzhen? Become an inferior nation? We are the founding soldiers of Ming Dynasty and the old men of our military households. My ancestors, this Han Chinese world was exchanged with a knife and a shot, a handful of blood, and a life! The Han Chinese world that was taken back! Now only a hundred years ago, are we afraid again? Are we going to bow our heads to be slaves? How do we face our wives and children when we are alive! After we die, if we face our ancestors!"

As soon as Lu Bing's voice fell, the soldiers felt in their hearts, their eyes were red, and they shouted to the sky!

"Fuck it!"

"Yes! People are dead and eggs are in the sky, and they will not die for thousands of years!"

"Yes, do the fucking first!"

"The head dropped but the bowl is a big scar! Eighteen years later, I will be a hero again!"

"Fuck! Kill them!"

Lu Bing listened to the voices of the soldiers and said again: "Okay! As long as my brothers dare to do it, I will dare to accompany Lu. There is one of them today. As long as I see that Lu is not in the forefront today, You can just spit on my face!"

"Hahahaha! Master Lu, we believe in you!"

"Yes! Lord Lu, we believe you!"

"The imperial envoy is different! Much better than the official underneath!"

"Yes, dare to do it! It's a man!"

Li Jin was dumbfounded while watching, but he was full of blood.

Driven by this morale, Lu Bing and others killed the village that was suffering.

Zhangjiatun, an ordinary small village north of Daming.

When Ming Dynasty was founded, most of the people living in this village were military households.

Later, the military households slowly fell, and some people inside the customs went out to discuss their lives and settled here.

In fact, they have long been used to the turbulent life in the North.

As long as they can live and pass on from generation to generation, they will endure it.

But just today, they suffered a real disaster.

A group of Mongolians broke into the village.

The women in the village hid in the cellar with their children as usual.

The old people stay at home and take out valuable things at home, such as grain, dried meat, livestock, and so on. Just wait for the Mongols to come, give them with both hands, to save their lives, wait for the Mongols to leave, and then save these with both hands, and wait for the next time they are used for life.

The men swallowed their anger and consciously gathered in the open space in the middle of the village, where they usually eat and fart.

But the next moment, their blood stained here.

Just when they were numb and accustomed to them, the Mongols waved their butcher knives. Someone who knew a little Mongolian heard what the Mongolian officers shouted: "If you don't keep one, you can't let go."

The woman was pulled out of the cellar, tied her hands behind her back, and went into custody. There are anxious Mongolian soldiers, watching each other's wind, and doing animal things on the spot.

Children who are not as high as the wheels will be killed, and the elderly over fifty will be killed.

The young man resisted slightly and killed...

Cries, begging for mercy, swearing, swords and soldiers, sounds in your ears...

The wind in the north screamed and swept across the wilderness, as if venting anger.

When this place is like hell on earth, the faint sound of horseshoes is like the sound of war drums in the wind, and the roar is...

A Mongolian soldier who was venting on a woman felt the vibration of the earth and stopped the trembling lower body, while the woman lying on his back, spread her hands and cling to the earth, her eyes were dull and lacklustre. She was already powerless to struggle, as long as the first beast overwhelmed her, she gave up the hope of living.

A Mongolian soldier who was brandishing a knife to cut down, as if he had heard something, hesitantly stopped the knife to be cut, and listened attentively.

The child who was holding his head and screaming under his knife was using a body that was trembling with fear, protecting a smaller girl under him. The girl, through the gap in the little brother's arm, revealed a pair of watery With big eyes, he doesn't seem to know what is about to happen.

A Mongolian officer who was standing on a high place, waving his arms frantically, instructing his butchers how to capture and kill, seemed to see a sandstorm sweeping across the yellow sand, faintly silhouetted and gleaming. He stared at it and forgot to continue yelling. His men strangely stopped their movements and looked at their leader in a daze.

Soon, the sound of heavy horseshoes, the sound of howling wind, and the sound of killing from afar became clearer and clearer.

More Mongols stopped their movements and straightened up.

The officer seemed to realize that it was not a friendly army, and shouted orders.

The Mongolian soldiers began to assemble in a hurry.

The Mongolian soldier who was in the process of fighting hurriedly jumped up, raised his pants in a panic, and was about to gather with his companions, but did not see the woman who seemed to have died, a trace of determination and hatred flashed in his eyes.