Bakshi would never expect that one of his Niu Lu would be wiped out by the Ming army under Qiantun City. Although his subordinates told him that there were a lot of blood stains outside Qiantun City, he felt that it must be Han Chinese blood. Know how the Chinese have the courage to go out of town.
Sun Chengzong once sent soldiers out to contain the building of slaves, but they all attacked scattered building of slaves, and the number of Ming army casualties was far greater than that of building slaves. Since the establishment of slaves adopted the entire Niulu collective operation, Sun Chengzong has never sent soldiers out of the city to attack.
What Bakshi doesn't understand is why the men who won the battle didn't come back to receive the reward. Did they find a greater opportunity? Would Sun Chengzong send a large number of soldiers out of the city to die
Agula took his Mongolian Niu Lu out of Ningyuan City. He looked up at the sky. The sun was on top of his head. It should be impossible to reach Qiantun before dark.
Agula ran his horse to the south and galloped for more than two hours. Behind him were more than a hundred Mongolian soldiers who were as excited as him. They pointed their whips to the sky and threw their whips one by one, roaring in disorder like a wolf. Running on such an empty plain, the wildness in the blood of the Mongols was fully aroused.
Watching the mount under him start to breathe hard, Agula gradually slowed down, and the soldiers behind him gradually caught up and surrounded him.
The sun was still hanging in the western sky, but Agula didn't intend to move on. He asked the soldiers beside him: "How far is it from Qiantun now?"
"The report is true, there are still one hundred and twenty miles." A soldier replied respectfully.
"Call..." Agula lifted the reins, and the seated horse stopped in place, "Prepare to camp, and rest here tonight."
"Well, the sun is still hanging on the waist of Changshengtian. Is it too early to set up camp now?" One of his guards raised objections.
Agula immediately denied: "Oh, you don't know. The Han people like to attack at night. They can't do it on the battlefield. They like to crawl over like a dog to make trouble while sleeping on the longevity day."
Seeing no one objected, Agula waved his whip: "The terrain is flat and dry, so set up camp here!"
The soldiers immediately started to open up the small yurts they carried with them. Although they were already soldiers of the Great Golden State, the yurts were very convenient to carry and camp, so they kept the habit of using yurts at night.
Suddenly, a sharp-eyed soldier saw a plume of cooking smoke rising from the mountain col on the right front. In the early autumn evening, there was no wind on the ground, and the plume of cooking smoke went straight to the sky under the shining sun. He looked at it carefully, and seemed to see a corner faintly in the gap between the trees.
"Uh really, it may be a Han village there."
"Village?" Agula looked far away from the direction of the soldier's fingers, but could only see the plume of smoke in the air, "Go, go and see."
Agula took the lead, and Mongolian soldiers followed him closely.
At the junction of the foot of the mountain and the col, there really is a small village.
A yellow dog was startled and rushed out of the courtyard, barking at Agula.
Agula lowered the hard bow from his shoulders, and drew a feather arrow from behind. He aimed a little bit, only to hear a "swish", the feather arrow pierced through the yellow dog's shoulder armor and then pierced through the lower abdomen.
The yellow dog immediately stopped barking, rolled twice on the ground, and then lay motionless outside the yard, still bleeding continuously.
Seeing that the village is not big, there are only more than ten households, Agula is bold enough: "Encircle the village and drive everyone here."
"Yes, eh." Every Mongolian soldier is no stranger to things like house and robbery. Whether in Horqin grassland or in Liaodong, this is their commonplace.
The village immediately jumped up and down, shouting constantly, and occasionally women screaming at high decibels.
The Mongols do not believe in tears, let alone sympathize with the weak.
After a while, all the villagers gathered in front of Agoura.
Agula raised his fingers and counted three times, but still couldn't count the exact number of people. He was annoyed: "Bring all the young women here."
The soldiers rushed up and pulled the attractive women from their families one by one.
Fools know what these Mongolians are going to do. Although the families of these women dare not fight or pull with Mongolian soldiers, they all grab their own women's hands and feet and pull them back desperately.
The women are like toddler ducks. Although they were standing on the ground, they tilted to the right for a while and almost fell into the arms of the Mongols, and then fell to the left, a little closer to their man.
Eating pain and fear, women's cries are diffused in this valley ignored by Changshengtian, mixed with men's anger and crying.
The Mongolian soldier was furious and gave the man a whip. Several men desperately did not let go. The soldiers had their arms chopped off, and they were covering the bleeding wound and squatting on the ground sobbing.
More than twenty young women weeping and weeping were brought to Agula, and the men were blocked by soldiers.
"Take all these women away, and kill all the rest." Agoura was irritated. Every time she washed the small tribe, she looked at the lack of strength. Those women were as docile as just born lambs. These Han women, obviously their men could not protect themselves, but they still shed tears for them.
"Uh really, although they are Han people, they are now the citizens of the Great Golden Kingdom..." Agula's guard whispered reminded.
Agoula's heart was shocked. He looked at the more than 20 young Han Chinese women beside him. With a "boom" in his throat, he swallowed, "Kill all of them, who knows we did it? Just know it, don't you know? For the sake of the Han people, the Daikin Congress can't live with us Mongolians
Several soldiers drove the woman back, and most of the soldiers had already begun the slaughter they were familiar with.
A young villager desperately stretched out his right hand in the direction where the woman was leaving. The Mongolian soldier was furious. He struggling to cut off the man’s arm with a knife. Like a fountain of blood, it was flying all over the sky and spraying. The Mongolian soldiers have all their faces...
The young villager quickly felt severe pain. He pressed his left hand against the wound on his broken arm and screamed hysterically...
The cry is like the roar of a wolf, like the cry of an ape, like the whimper of a sheep falling into a pack of wolves, like the last horror of a ghost in hell when it is fried.
While learning the screams of the villager, the Mongolian soldier turned and danced in front of the villager, danced to the extreme, and slashed off the villager's left arm with a knife.
A red fountain appeared in the air again. The villager could no longer stop himself from bleeding, so he stood upright in front of the Mongolian soldier. He no longer screamed, his face pale due to rapid blood loss, no anger, only a trace. Indifferent.
The Mongolian soldier couldn't see the pain of the villager from his face, and was a little disappointed. He waved the knife again, shaking in front of the villager's eyes.
The villagers are indifferent like fools.
The Mongolian soldier was furious. He rolled up a machete and cut the villager's right leg at the knee.
Perhaps it was numb, and the villagers still had no pain on their faces. He stood calmly and stubbornly in front of the Mongolian soldiers, as if he had encountered a stranger on the way home.
The Mongolian soldier looked at the villager’s face for a while, and the villager’s expression disappointed him again. He swung the knife for the fourth time and chopped off the villager’s left leg.
With a "puff", the villager fell into his own pool of blood. He twisted his waist without limbs, as if he wanted to stand up. After two rolls on the ground, he finally lay down on his back. There was no more sound, his face still Keep the trace of indifference when standing.
"Ya..." An old man approached, trying to see if he was still alive.
The lost Mongolian soldier stretched the saber in his hand to the sky as far as possible, and then struggling to cut it down, cutting the old man into two pieces from his waist.
The old man's lower body fell to one side, twitched twice, and then quietly lay on his son's blood stains, his upper body was still convulsive, he touched the wound on his waist with his hand, and shook his blood-stained right hand in front of his eyes. At once, it fell to the ground.
The women hadn't gone far yet, and seeing the tragedy that had happened to the men, three women fainted on the spot and fell straight to the ground.
The Mongolian soldiers didn't stop, they separated three people and picked up the fainted woman, and gradually left the bloody valley.
Agula walked in the middle of the team. When he left, he said to the soldiers who were still killing: "Search from house to house to see if there is any gold or silver."
Back at the camp, Agoura first selected two young women, and then divided the remaining women among his soldiers.
On the seashore in early autumn, the waves rolled up by the southeast wind lashed against the wide beach wantonly, making a dull low noise.
In the yurt not far from the beach, a woman screamed from time to time, like a cuckoo's cry, and was quickly crushed into the sound of thick waves.
In the early morning, a ray of sunshine rose from the Bohai Sea, and the red sun had just risen halfway from the sea level, but suddenly stopped there, as if ashamed to see the evil that happened last night and continues to the present. Rising or falling, Hongri was enduring torment. It was not until a stick of incense that Hongri finally broke away from the fetters, quickly left the sea and hung the clouds in the distance.
"Uh, really, got up." The guards whispered outside Agula's big tent.
Agula woke up from his sleep, his upper and lower eyelids were still firmly glued together, "What is the noise, it's not bright this day!"
"Uh really, the sun has long been out of the mountain."
"Huh?" Agula burrowed out of the quilt and poked his head out of the tent naked: "Oh, really. To die, how can I sleep until this time?"
Agula rubbed his eyes, rubbed off Liangtuo's eye feces hanging in the corner of his eyes, and then quickly put on his clothes.
"Are the soldiers up?"
"Not yet." The soldier said in a low voice, "They said, anyway, there are only one hundred and twenty miles left, and they will be there in the morning."
"Fart, blow the trumpet immediately, and all gather." Agula twisted the lid and poured mare cumin into his fat lips.
"Yes." The soldiers agreed to leave. Soon, the sound of rhino horns broke the tranquility of Bohai Bay.
The soldiers gathered around Agoura's big tent, and Agoura slowly came out of the big tent: "You must set off in half a stick of incense."
The soldiers dispersed and returned to their yurts for breakfast.
"Uh really, what about these women?" The soldier reminded Agula.