"Women? Kill them all, then throw the corpses into the sea." Agula said while gnawing beef jerky, not to mention women, he didn't even have the strength to look at the tent behind him.
"Killed?" The soldier stared wide, thinking that he had heard it wrong. These Han women, all graceful and charming, were a pity to kill.
Agoura's eyes widened: "Fool, do you want the people of Dajin Nation to know that we killed this and that Han?"
The soldier shrank his neck, licked his tongue again, bowed his head and walked past Agula, "I will tell them to kill all these Han women and throw their bodies into the sea to feed the fish."
The women in the tent hadn't gotten up yet, they were lying naked in the stinky leather quilt.
The Mongolian soldiers dragged them out of the quilt one by one. They did not wear clothes and did not eat.
They were numb, each of them stared blankly, allowing Mongolian soldiers to lead them to the beach.
They are not shy when walking naked among strange men, and they will not feel pain even when they walk barefoot on the path mixed with dirt and gravel.
On the coast, Mongolian soldiers clamped the women under their armpits, grabbed their hair with one hand and pulled them back, making the women stretch their necks, while holding the machete with the other hand, they made a quick stroke.
The woman was liberated, and the Mongolian soldiers were liberated.
The Mongols’ killing technique was inspired by wolves. The cutting of the throat is labor-saving and thorough. The slain people have no pain, nor can they make any sound.
A massacre lasted only half a minute.
The woman's body was thrown into the sea nearby, and the coast was calm again.
Only the crimson blood left on the beach was redder than the newborn sun.
Agoura quickly forgot the blood on the beach, he swung his horse and swept straight to the front.
About a thousand steps away from the Qiantun city wall, Agula found that in the middle of the avenue, dozens of charred corpses were piled up, some of which had only one amputated limb.
"Huh! There is no forest here, how could there be a fire?" Agula didn't rest well last night and couldn't turn his mind.
"Uh really, are they the Niu Lu who disappeared from the Great Golden Kingdom?" Agula's soldiers were much more sober than Agula.
"How is it possible? Who can kill so many soldiers of the Great Golden Kingdom?" Agula looked at the front of the city, the defending army was more unbearable than usual, lying crookedly on the parapet wall. What about such a soldier? Maybe you can kill the warriors of the Kingdom of Dajin
"Uh really, if these corpses are Han Chinese, they will be buried according to their customs." Agula's soldiers are not as brave as Agula on the battlefield, but he knows Han Chinese far more than Agula.
"Find someone to go to the city and ask." Agula still didn't believe it, but there was some truth in what the soldiers said.
The soldiers asked many times, but they couldn't find anyone who could speak Chinese.
"Asshole, I'll go and see the city myself." Agula rode on the horse and walked forward slowly, all Mongolian soldiers following him.
Qiantuncheng head, behind the parapet wall.
Yuan Chonghuan said to Li Xing: "These people don't have pig tails behind their heads. They are definitely not slaves. Are they Han Chinese?"
"Soldiers, look at the leather armor they wear, and the posture on horseback riding. They shouldn't look like Han people. Are they Mongolian?"
"Yes, the Mongols, the message sent by'Haitongqing' said that there are three Mongolian soldiers in Ningyuan City." Yuan Chonghuan's eyes flashed: "Let these Mongolians also taste the flavor of flintlock."
Li Xing was also excited, like a lion waiting for its prey to automatically enter the attack range, "Military seat, do you need artillery?"
"No, there are only a hundred people." The Mongolian Niu Lu of a hundred and ten people can no longer fully lift Yuan Chonghuan's appetite, "Li Xing, you still take the soldiers, choose the opportunity to go out of the city, and pick up the wounded Mongolian soldiers. If there are a few The Mongolian soldiers ran away without chasing them."
"Military seat, are they deliberately letting them go back to report?" Except for this reason, Li Xing couldn't think of why the Mongols had slipped through the net.
Yuan Chonghuan nodded, Ning Yuan only built a few hundred slaves, and the First Army had more than 30,000 people, which is the first brigade of Qiantun, with 3,000 people. If you encounter Jian slaves in the wild, Yuan Chonghuan believes that even if you don’t use flintlocks, The First Army will not be disadvantaged either.
He hoped to draw the slaves out of Ningyuan, then destroy them in the wild, and then take advantage of the situation to occupy Ningyuan.
If Yuan Chonghuan's plan can be realized, Ningyuan will be the first city to be recovered by Daming in Liaodong. Naturally, it is Yuan Chonghuan who made this first contribution.
Agula slowed down about one hundred and fifty steps away from the city wall. He stared at the wall, not knowing what he was thinking.
Yuan Chonghuan was startled: Don't the Mongols plan to shoot a few arrows at the top of the city? He made a gesture to the soldiers.
Several soldiers who crooked melons and cracked dates immediately shot Agoura from the battlement.
The range of the Ming army's bow and arrow was only about forty steps, and the arrow fell far away from Agula.
"These Han dogs started shooting arrows at such a distance. It was a waste of energy and arrows." Agula scolded with a smile, without using the Ming Army's arrows as a threat.
Suddenly, he saw two Ming soldiers at the top of the city. They took out JJ from the battlement and peeed directly on top of his head.
Agula was furious: "These Han dogs deceive people too much. Move forward to sixty steps and shoot arrows at the city. I will cut off all their JJs and feed them to the wolves."
Agula knew his strength, he didn't plan to attack the city. The distance of sixty steps is the effective range of the Mongols' arrows. The Mongols' arrows can reach the head of the city, but the soldiers of the Ming Army, even with the advantage of the height of the city wall, can't shoot the arrows that far.
"Yes, eh" The messenger quickly conveyed Agoura's order.
The Mongolian soldiers quickly advanced towards the city wall, and Agula and his soldiers watched and supervised the battle a little later.
"Military seat, it has been seventy steps, and it is about to enter the range of the Mongols." The soldier in charge of the observation reminded Yuan Chonghuan again.
Yuan Chonghuan looked down from the top of the city, and sure enough, the Mongols were already preparing to shoot arrows at the top of the city.
"Shoot!" Yuan Chonghuan's low voice quickly spread across the city.
"boom!"
"boom!"
"boom!"
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The bullets of the first batch of 400 soldiers immediately poured out to the most concentrated areas of Mongolian soldiers, and more than half of the Mongolian soldiers suddenly fell from their horses. Agula is at the back of the team, temporarily not the target of the Ming army.
"Huh! What's the matter? Is there a horse trap or stumbling? Han dogs can't fight, but they are very cunning." Agula cast his gaze to the ground, but saw nothing.
"The commander behind the target." Yuan Chonghuan gave orders to the second batch of 300 soldiers who fired.
Three bullets were shot into Agula's chest from different directions. Agula, who was looking down at the ground, felt a heat in his chest. He stretched out his hand and touched it, and several warm currents overflowed from the leather armor.
Looking at the red blood in his hand, Agula tilted his head and fell from the horse.
"No, I'm really hurt." His soldier yelled and jumped off his horse, trying to help Agoura up again.
The merciless bullet penetrated through the back of the soldier's head mercilessly. He leaned forward and pressed heavily on Agula's body.
After the Ming army fired 1,400 rounds, there were only five Mongolian soldiers left. The wounded soldiers let out screams, finally awakening them.
Agula is dead, and only five of them are left on the battlefield.
A Mongolian soldier turned his horse's head, turned and ran, and the other soldiers immediately followed him and ran back, as if he was their forehead.
Another soldier fell from the horse, but the remaining four soldiers had already ran out of flintlock range.
Yuan Chonghuan on the head of the city said: "The last time we built slaves did not retreat, but there was no one left, but Mongolian soldiers learned to escape. It is no wonder that the Mongols are not as powerful as building slaves, and they are gradually clinging to the wings of building slaves. "
Li Xing was already out of the city. Instead of chasing the four Mongolian soldiers who fled, he rushed to the city to directly harvest the dead and wounded Mongolian soldiers.
With the experience of the last time, Li Xing’s soldiers made no more mistakes this time, and no accidents occurred, and there were truly zero casualties.
The Mongolian soldiers did not have pig tails like slave-building in the back of their heads. In order to prevent the Ministry of War from suspecting military exploits, Li Xing stripped off the leather armor from the Mongolian soldiers as evidence of the first level.
"Brigadier Li, how many Mongol leaders have been harvested this time?" It was another victory, and Yuan Chonghuan had forgotten the scolding of Li Xing last time.
"Reporting the military seat, there are a total of 98 heads." Li Xing also felt a bit regretful. If the four Mongolian soldiers had not been released deliberately, the heads should be able to exceed one hundred.
"It's less than a hundred?" Yuan Chonghuan has fallen in love with these first class, and they are Mongolian. "However, the first brigade has zero casualties, which is gratifying."
Yuan Chonghuan brought these Mongolian heads and leather armor to Shanhaiguan to meet Sun Chengzong.
Sun Chengzong stared at him again. In front of his subordinates, he couldn't care about his image: "The head of the ninety-eight Mongols? Zero casualties in the first brigade?"
Yuan Chonghuan just smirked: "It's an adult who commands well."
Sun Chengzong waved his hand: "Don't pour ecstasy soup on the old man. The old man has been in Shanhaiguan for nearly a year and has never made such a big gain. Chonghuan, how did you fight this battle?"
"My lord, in the final analysis, I still rely on the flintlock." Yuan Chonghuan explained the details of the battlefield to Sun Chengzong.
Sun Chengzong narrowed his gaze and closed his eyes slightly: "Chonghuan, is the day when slaves are built and destroyed?"
"My lord, my subordinates estimate that Ning Yuan's slaves will definitely not be humiliated, so the subordinates plan to ambush them in the wild." Even Sun Chengzong was moved, and Yuan Chonghuan decided to do it.
"Ambush in the wild? Chonghuan, are you really sure?" Field combat has always been Daming's weakness, especially against the nomads in the north. Even if his Sun Chengzong guards Liaodong, he can rely on the advantage of the city wall to achieve partial victory, but in the wild, The Ming army never won a victory over the building of slaves.
"My lord, Ningyuan’s slaves, including the Han, are no more than 600. They have to keep at least one Niu Lu guarding the city. There will be no more than 500 people who can come forward. There are more than 30,000 people in my First Army. Flintlock will not fall to the wind." Yuan Chonghuan is still Sun Chengzong's subordinate. Without Sun Chengzong's consent, his plan cannot be implemented.
Sun Chengzong looked at Yuan Chonghuan, and he understood that Yuan Chonghuan not only wanted to wipe out Ning Yuan's slavery, he wanted to take the opportunity to take back Ning Yuan. "Chonghuan, ambushing and establishing slaves are all based on terrain advantages, but don't easily occupy Ningyuan."