Near the end of the morning, the sound of fighting that lasted for more than an hour by the Luanhe River finally subsided.
Several Jinyi guards escorted Zheng Haizhu towards the battlefield.
Due to their aggressive nature, these men, who had to perform bodyguard duties and were unable to show off their bravery in killing the enemy, happily approached the Sichuan soldiers who were cutting off the heads of the Tatars.
While watching, he came up with an idea: "Hey, brother, there is a head behind the butt of the horse corpse. Yes, it was blown up and only half of it was left. That's the head too, and the braids are still there. You can get military honors in exchange for money."
Isn’t it?”
After hearing the "instruction", the Sichuan army just walked over to check it out silently. The cold expression on his face was in sharp contrast to the enthusiasm of Jin Yiwei's wink.
Having experienced the bloody battle, many of the victors did not cheer for joy.
Zheng Haizhu stopped at a place more than a hundred steps away from the four-pounder cannon.
"record……"
As soon as she opened her mouth, General Qi of the Imperial Guard, who was familiar with the process, turned around and searched around, locking in several corpses of Jurchens wearing armor. He took a closer look, stretched out his hand to explore for a while, and stood up with a notebook.
Start taking notes, and report as you go: "The dark armor on the cloth surface was penetrated by one or two lead bullets."
Zheng Haizhu nodded to him with satisfaction, and when he turned around, Ma Xianglin's red flag beside his teeth appeared in his field of vision, as well as the prisoners being escorted by the Ming army knights.
The majestic bowl-shaped iron helmet had long since disappeared from Dege's head.
His head was bare, and his arms protected by arm armor were tied behind his back. His body's free balance was affected. He staggered a little while walking on the snow, and he looked more and more embarrassed like a defeated man.
He was surrounded by three or four white-armored soldiers whose arms were also tied.
That is Little Belle's only remaining bodyguard.
In the final battle on the Luanhe River ice, the moment Dege Lei was picked off by Ma Xianglin, he ordered several Bagalas to surrender with him. He knew that most of the Ming army generals believed that "killing and surrendering is ominous".
Saying the Dharma will save the lives of those who are dismounted and bound.
Ma Xianglin did not tie the defeated leader's waist with a hemp rope and drag him behind the horse's butt, as the Jurchens did.
When Dege started, he was a little lucky that the general of the Ming Army did not seem to be interested in humiliating the dignity of his defeated generals.
But soon, when Dege entered the main battlefield on the snowy field, his breath became rapid again.
All five of his Niulu soldiers were lost. The only difference was whether the bodies were intact or mutilated by the fire cannon.
Of course, there were also some Ming soldiers who died in battle, but compared with the corpses wearing Houjin military uniforms, they were very sparse, and the total number was definitely less than a hundred.
On the battlefield, there were still dozens of Baoji alive, kneeling on the ground, their faces full of terror.
Ma Xianglin gave some instructions to the deputy general. The deputy general walked up to them, leaving behind a man who spoke Chinese fluently, and pointed to the others in the direction of Luanhe River.
The Baoyi people immediately got up and stumbled eastward. They still had a family in Houjin. If they didn't go back, their family's livelihood would be cut off.
The miserable and miserable slaves did not even look back at Derger.
They have no heartfelt respect or loyalty to the banner master who sent them to be cannon fodder on the battlefield. As long as they become the cover of other cows, they can continue to live humbly like pigs and dogs until the next battle.
Become cannon fodder in battle.
The Ming army rolled out many wooden carts from the mountains and forests, hitched them to the pack horses, and then piled Jurchen heads on the carts.
Other Ming soldiers used sacks to hold the bodies of their comrades.
Finally, before Degerei's eyes, a Ming Dynasty woman wearing chainmail and protected by guards appeared.
The woman pointed at the carloads of heads and was talking to Ma Xianglin.
Dege was still wondering about her identity, but the woman had already walked to another horse and looked at Dong Wang's body lying on it.
…
Zheng Haizhu saw Dong Wang for the first time.
Before today, this small but great brave man only appeared in Xu San's mouth.
Just now, at the end of the final fierce battle on the Luanhe River ice, Ma Xianglin's servant, who was flying back to report the news, had already mentioned that the Ming Dynasty man who used a walking bow to intercept the Dege type was hacked to death by Bagala.
Zheng Haizhu saw Xu San's body swaying, but he stopped taking steps forward.
Both superiors and subordinates tacitly realized that it would be best for Xu San not to show up in front of Dege, who would soon leave this place alive.
"You and Mr. Chang will stay in the felt tent." Zheng Haizhu told Xu San.
At this moment, Zheng Haizhu walked up to the dead Dong Wang.
He already enjoyed a more dignified transportation method than other Ming soldiers who died in battle, but his remains were still in a tragic state.
His sheepskin vest had been stained crimson by blood, and his neck was almost severed by Bagala.
A small iron box, tied with a strong cowhide rope, was stuck on Dong Wang's bloody neck.
Zheng Haizhu guessed that the hair contained there was the hair of Xu San's sister and nephew.
She felt a severe throbbing pain between her eyebrows.
A voice like Deg's came from behind.
Zheng Haizhu turned around and asked the Bao Yi who was left to do the general discussion: "What did he say?"
Bao Yi looked at Ma Xianglin's face anxiously.
"You translate it for Madam." Ma Xianglin said coldly.
Bao Yi knew that "Madam" in Ming dialect refers to noble people, so he hurriedly said to Zheng Haizhu: "Mistress, our Lord Beile asked you, are you a shaman who follows the army, use, use magic to control this businessman, let him
He is as stubborn as a dog, biting someone and refusing to let go."
Zheng Haizhu walked up to Degerei and said: "Little Beile, little Tatar, we Ming people are stubborn and not afraid of death. It's not my fault, but your father, your brother and your subordinate Ba Ya."
You have ruined the good lives of ordinary people in the Ming Dynasty and killed their closest relatives, and they will become wilder than leopards and more ferocious than wolves."
Baoyi trembled. He didn't dare to repeat these words in Jurchen dialect, but he heard Dege Lei spit out Chinese with an accent: "Even if you are leopards or wolves now, you will become leopards or wolves in the future."
A dog kowtows at his feet."
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Zheng Haizhu's heart moved, he stepped forward and stared at Derge, and said with a playful tone: "So you understand Chinese and speak it well. Yes.
Did your father teach you that? When I was in Hetuala, your father spoke Chinese quite smoothly."
Degelei was stunned. When Zheng Haizhu went to Hetuala, Degelei, like the eldest son Yuetuo of Dabeile Daishan, were plundering horses in the Haixi Jurchens, so he had never seen Zheng Haizhu.
"Have you been to Hetuala? Who are you?" Degerei asked with a glare.
Zheng Haizhu curled her lips noncommittally: "Your brother Mang Gurtai is not a coward like you. Let's go, little Belle, go to the Mongols and meet another enemy of your Jianzhou Jurchen."
Upon hearing this, Ma Xianglin made a gesture, and the sergeants pushed Degerei and others toward the camp ahead.
Just as Zheng Haizhu was about to continue talking to Ma Xianglin, Man Gui and his Xuan Da soldiers came on horseback.
"General Man, you are rich."
Zheng Haizhu looked at the strings of human heads hung on the horses' necks by Man Gui and others, as well as the armor dragged on the snow.
Liaodong is known for its iron ore deposits, and the Liao craftsmen captured by the Tatars from the pass made great progress in the tribe's smelting and armor sewing technology. Therefore, Man Guihui led his men to strip the armor from Baya La's corpse.
As for human heads, there is no need to mention them.
The imperial court's reward for a true barbarian's head is five taels of silver.
Mangui grinned and said, "Mrs. Zheng's plan is good, and General Ma's leadership is good. If you eat meat and I chew some bones, you will be much richer than in Xunzhen."
After saying this, he looked at Ma Jiajun's cart full of heads passing by with greedy eyes, and murmured: "You should be rewarded with three thousand taels of silver, good boy."
Ma Xianglin said calmly: "Mrs. Zheng is right, send them all to the pass and give them to General Du."
"What!" Man Gui said in surprise.
Then I understood again.
He has a rough and arrogant temperament, but he is not a coward.
Obviously, the two men in front of them gave Du Zongbing such a big gift as the head of a real barbarian to show his kindness. If they planned to return the troops later, Du Song at least would not openly report to the court to stop it.
The generals on the nine sides often support each other. This time the movement is so big that soon, all the generals from east to west will know about it. It would be unreasonable for Du Song to take away the soldiers but still want to seize Ma Xianglin's troops.
Who dares to cooperate with him in fighting? Ma Xianglin on his left and right is also east of Xuanda. Jun Song might as well return the soldiers in Shanhaiguan to me.
Man Gui then laughed and said to Zheng Haizhu: "Madam knows how to do business."
Because he drew the knife and pointed it at the sun again, he looked at the blade and sighed: "It was too harsh and there was a gaping hole."
When Zheng Haizhu saw Man Gui's expression, it was like a noble lady in later generations who would be "sad" when she saw her Hermès being rained on. Then she smiled and said: "I'll give you a better one later and chop off more heads."
