Those young men who were captured suffered heavy casualties.
They were unarmed and in fear.
Among the camp roars, the losses were the greatest.
After all, there are some simple tools and weapons for coating.
It is powerless to deal with the Jurchens.
Fortunately, the treasure was in another camp, so the loss was not big.
Mang Gurtai was surprised.
He didn't know why the roar broke out.
You must know that they have always brutally suppressed the pack. Those who have survived to this day and the era of Lao Khan are the most adaptable, discerning, and tolerant group.
Now it has exploded.
His barbaric temper arose, and he ordered all those who rebelled to be beheaded.
At this time, someone advised him that after all, there were still thousands of wrappings left.
Many of them are from public schools of various flags.
It doesn't hurt to use it, but if you lose too much when you go back, other flag owners will be very unhappy.
Originally, Mang Gurtai's current situation was not very good.
I have always been suppressed.
That is to say, Huang Taiji changed a bit and avoided the fate of disaster in history.
In fact, it is deserved.
The murderer will eventually be killed, there is nothing to complain about.
Mang Gurtai finally issued an eleven-day killing order.
He didn't know that his order would cause a new camp roar to appear again at night!
This time it was the armored flagmen.
They belong to the Eight Banners sub-elite, second only to Ma Jia and Bai Jia.
They are the backbone of the battle.
They are the main force of the more than 60,000 Eight Banners soldiers.
And they had a camp roar!
This surprised him.
You have to know that these main forces of the Eight Banners are very patient, have very strict military discipline, and will obey them.
Mainly because they grow in harsh outdoor environments, they can endure hardship.
It won't work for the Eight Banners who grew up in a new life.
There is indiscriminate killing everywhere!
The depression and fear caused by being restrained by Baylor, Beizi, military law, and being beheaded at every turn, even with the cover and massacre to vent their anger, broke out again at this time.
"kill you!"
"Let you snatch the Nannu that I snatched!"
"Damn Belle, go to hell!"
"Damn Aixinjue*, we are all your slaves, and you are just a slave of Ming Dynasty. If you can rebel, we can rebel too!"
"Kill the old slave!"
"Damn old slave, kill my mother-in-law just because she didn't get off the sedan at his door!"
He was heartbroken!
The Eight Banners soldiers were elite, equipped with armor and swords, and there were more of them, so they were more ferocious in killing.
Even he and the white armors have to stay away!
We can't just kill them all in one go like we did before!
"Die, die, die!"
"Damn it, what's going on!"
"Are you all crazy?"
Eight Banners soldiers were killing each other one after another, and everything in the camp was in chaos, filled with flames and blood.
No wonder the generals are most afraid of camp roars
These formerly obedient and brave slaves broke out in riots and fell into madness one by one.
Mang Gurtai had no choice but to lead the white-armored guards around him and a small number of rational soldiers to retreat into the distance.
They have no way to stop it.
No matter how much you shout, it's useless.
A few cavalry teams that were hastily organized by the Gushan people tried to rush in to separate the fighting parties, but they were killed by a burst of arrows or died together.
Even though Mang Gurtai wanted to break his head, he didn't understand why.
If it was the coat and the slaves that were going crazy, he would understand.
But these Eight Banners soldiers have been treated very well in the past two years.
Every household has a coat, and their food and clothing are much better.
But things are much better than before under Lao Khan's management.
In the past, ordinary Eight Banners people would starve to death.
The public servants could not provide much rice, and each household only had one bushel of rice provided by the public servants.
At this time, no matter how stupid Mang Gurtai was, he understood that something was wrong.
He naturally thought that this should be the cause of the big ship monster.
Someone suddenly said: "Although the big ship monster is dead, its curse remains!"
"Yes, this is a curse!"
"Look for the shaman!"
Someone suggested.
If Mang Gurtai were to be normal, he would definitely behead them.
At this moment, he felt fear.
It's the fear of the unknown.
In the past, the person he feared the most was Lao Khan.
Because only Lao Khan can't resist anyone.
You'll die if you give the order.
Later, slowly came Huang Taiji.
They were originally on equal footing, but later the other party's prestige became higher and higher.
And he can always find his faults and combine the power of everyone to suppress him.
It made him more and more frustrated, but he had no way to rebel.
And now it seems that he is not the only one who has been suppressed and aggrieved?
Historically, the Xianglan Banner, one of the eight majestic Eight Banners, was forced by internal struggles to rescue the captured Emperor Yongli and rebuild the Ming Dynasty.
This is history, this is a historical joke produced by being oppressed to the extreme.
Mang Gurtai understood that these Eight Banners soldiers were usually suppressed too hard by them.
Under this kind of fear, they will vent their anger and fight.
Wait until dawn, the sun shines, dispelling the fear and haze of the night.
Even people who have watched horror movies will find a rare psychological safety in the sun.
The sun is definitely the greatest protector of mankind.
none of them.
People can survive in extreme daylight, but they cannot live in darkness.
However, Mang Gurtai looked confused.
"Master Beile, after inspection, we still have 2,200 red armor left, and there is no loss of white armor."
"What, I have an army of nearly ten thousand, and only two thousand are left?"
Mang Gurtai is incredible.
This is an amount that has not been lost in decades.
So much for one night!
If he went back, he would have no chance of survival.
It is impossible for Huang Taiji to let him go, and it is impossible for other Eight Banners dignitaries to let him go!
After all, these soldiers are not just under his banner.
Many of them were drawn from public schools.
He had no choice but to try his best to treat her.
And he was filled with fear.
He was worried about doing it again.
As a result, I started to treat people less often.
He even ordered the young men who were captured to be released and gave wine to the soldiers.
This is a completely incredible move.
In fact, he thought that he would die anyway if he went back, so why not see if doing something different would prevent the camp roar from happening again.
In this way, he might still have a chance to survive.
After all, no one wants this to happen again.
Fortunately for him, it didn't happen that day.
He immediately ordered to set off the next day.
We only walked 20 miles.
These Eight Banners, who have strict military discipline and are well-trained, are absolutely crawling.
They have to walk at least 60 miles a day.
Still fine on the third day.
He continued to walk between 15 and 20 miles, and still ate good wine and meat every day.
And let the coaters be full too.
Finally, two months later, the Jurchens withdrew from the pass one after another.
In the capital city, above the court, in pubs, restaurants, hotels, and on the streets, rumors began to spread.
"I heard that the Jurchens were scared away by a big monster."
"I heard that the monster seems to be as big as a boat."
"Where will that monster go in the future?"
"Who knows?"
"Looking at it this way, it's actually a good thing."
"Yes, it shouldn't be called a monster, it should be called a god." Soon some ignorant people began to worship the evil monster.
It's just that they don't know that the other party has split into many little monsters.
