The night is getting thicker and thicker, and occasionally clouds drift across the sky, blocking the moonlight.
Boul, who was chatting and laughing quietly by the campfire, looked up and saw nothing. The night seemed to be an endless ink, wrapping them up. They could only hear the bushes below the slope swaying in the wind, and the branches and leaves rustling.
ring.
Someone was particularly suspicious and felt that there seemed to be some movement hidden in it, so he got up and patrolled among several fences. He soon heard a clicking sound and couldn't help but jump up.
He called a few companions together, raised his bow and arrow in a shooting posture, and moved forward slowly. After walking for a long time and looking carefully, he realized that there was nothing unusual. It turned out that the sound that resembled footsteps came from the Yellow River a few miles away from the highlands.
In the river channel, the river ice is slightly disintegrated by the cold wind and squeezes each other.
The Bollers breathed a sigh of relief and turned around to walk back. As they were walking, some said happily to their companions that it was a good thing that they did not disturb the captain with such a trivial matter.
The military laws of the Mongolian army are strict and detailed, and they have a complete set of requirements for those who are on duty at night. The Mongols had suffered from Han's night attacks in Liaodong before, and they would not be negligent now. At this time, Guang was additionally responsible for wandering.
There were more than fifty Batu'er and ten captains patrolling and supervising the herdsmen.
But the area where their army moved to fight was too vast after all. In the past few years, from north to south, from east to west, they had experienced too many complex and vastly different environments. The know-how that applies to grasslands may not be suitable for desert areas, and in deserts and
The key to summing up the mountains does not require the great rivers of the Central Plains. What's more, they came from a long distance and only understood the geography of the mountains and rivers for only ten days?
In the end, no matter how careful you are, you will inevitably lose everything.
When the group of Bolles left, several people were crawling forward in the continuous shadows on the river beach.
The undulating sand piles accumulated by the Yellow River on both sides of the river over the years formed those shadows under the moonlight. During the day, the Mongolians once tried to cross the continuous sand piles to test whether the river was frozen firmly. But the sand piles were mixed with years of mud.
After it is frozen hard, it is easy to injure the horse's hooves. So at night, everyone subconsciously stays away from that area.
So these people secretly hid close to the prisoner camp and handed over their weapons through the fence. They were short-sighted soldiers and two-hand crossbows.
"Don't worry, you are not the only one to take action!" Someone said in the darkness: "Judge Liu's men have dispersed to at least ten places now. These ten places will be turned upside down tomorrow."
The origin of the garrison on Nanjing Road has always been complicated. There are old soldiers of the Jin Army and old members of the Red Coat Army. Cai Bale is related to both, so in the past, people like Liu Ran suddenly climbed to high positions by being close to the emperor.
The new rich have some barriers.
He has been in the army for more than ten years, and the edges of his character have been worn away by his superiors. On weekdays, he is envious and jealous of this new rich man, so he can only complain in words and curse in private to express his dissatisfaction.
But during this Mongolian invasion, Cai Baler was immediately beaten to pieces by the Mongolian cavalry. He was made a humiliated prisoner and almost waited for death in despair. But Liu Ran was able to fight outside and allocate his troops under the eyes of the Mongols.
How could Cai Baler not admire the transportation of weapons?
Cai Bal'er laughed lowly a few times and said to his companions who were surrounding him: "First bring in those herder slaves, kill them, and seize their bows and arrows. Next... call Yuan Haowen and ask him to make up the story.
For a reason, take us to kill the ten-captain and seize their horses. You don’t need to teach me what to do next, right? Work harder and encourage everyone! Beat the shit out of the Mongols!"
The veteran soldiers who served in the army of the Great Zhou Dynasty either had a background of official and bandit families, or they started out as rebels. To say that they are engraved in their bones is their ability to fish in troubled waters and stir up trouble. Their tenacity, stubbornness and pride are also the same.
Engraved in my bones.
The Mongols obviously did not know enough about this. They did not understand that the Han and the country established by the Han people were extraordinary and different from any country that had been conquered by the Mongolian army before.
Those countries, such as Khwarezm and other seemingly behemoths, are actually just made up of many tribes and ethnic groups forced together by violence and interests. Within those countries, there are no real bonds of connection, and there is no way to maintain their long-term existence.
Base.
When the Mongols showed overwhelming violence, those countries naturally collapsed. The people who made up those countries also naturally surrendered, transforming from slaves of the old masters into slaves of the new masters.
When the Mongols last invaded, the Han people were in a state of being suppressed by another conqueror for a long time and were unable to recover. The collapse of the Han army at that time was just like the collapse of many great powers in the Western Regions under the Mongol attack.
But the situation is different now. With the strong rise of the military group, the Han people's muscles and bones have gradually recovered their hardness and their muscles have regained their strength.
When they struggled to shake off the old conquerors and stood firmly on the land where they had lived for thousands of years, every moment, this nation was like a giant that drew strength from the land, becoming stronger and stronger.
Becoming more and more confident.
At this time, another conqueror came roaring to spread fear, thinking that the Han'er should be conquered by fear as a matter of course... What would the Han'er think?
Through long-distance intermediaries and long-term strategies, the Mongols made the hinterland of the Central Plains of the Great Zhou vulnerable to attack, allowing the Mongolian cavalry to run and kill. In the eyes of Tuo Lei, this is a success. In the eyes of many Han'er, this is also
It was a heavy blow. But it was far from knocking him down. The giant shook twice and still stood!
If you have been kneeling all the time, you are used to it anyway, and it is not a big problem to continue kneeling. But now everyone is standing up and proud, relying on the bow and sword in their hands to gain land, wealth and future in the new dynasty... What?
, want to kneel again?
Even if the Mongolian cavalry is coming menacingly, have we ever asked for our opinion? Do the Mongols kill us wantonly, do they think we are all as cowardly as chickens?
The Han people's new dynasty is just like the rising sun, can the Tatars really change the world? They are just playing tricks. Once the army turns back, the situation will definitely be reversed! And before the army turns back, the fear spread by the Mongols becomes more fierce,
The anger that arouses revenge is fierce. So many battle-hardened warriors will never be killed as long as they take a breath.
How many Tatars can there be? Ten thousand? Twenty thousand? One hundred thousand? Han'er has at least tens of millions of people. Just on Nanjing Road in Dazhou alone, there are millions! No matter how ferocious and ruthless the Tatars are, can they still survive?
One against a hundred?
The cold wind was biting at night, and as the wind blew, the bonfire flickered on and off.
When the Mongolian army camped, they usually avoided lighting fires to avoid exposing their own troops and horses. However, the main task of the Mongolian cavalry stationed in Pangang was to guard the prisoners, so they deliberately set up extra bonfires to show their majesty.
Beside a campfire, a Mongolian captain and his men followed the usual practice of not taking off their armor or unsaddled horses. Their equipment was getting better and better, and most of the seven or eight men were wearing iron armor. With this,
, when they massacred Han women and children before, they were almost invincible. But in the winter, the iron armor was bone-chilling, so they wore hard clothes and lit a bonfire to relax.
This Mongolian ten-captain followed the Naiman tribe and defected to Mongolia. Strictly speaking, he was not a Mongolian, but a Turkic Hui. His name also carried the Turkic custom, which was called Piuma Tuli.
The barge horse suddenly stood up, making the armor on his body rustle: "Did you hear any noise?"
One subordinate looked sleepy and asked, "Is the shift replacement here?"
"The prisoners rebelled! They rebelled again!"
The barge horse shouted loudly and kicked wildly, urging his subordinates to get up and mount their horses.
A knight was sleeping soundly when he was suddenly interrupted. He was confused and angry: "Didn't we just kill an entire battalion yesterday? We haven't cut off enough heads, so why are we making trouble again?"
In the eyes of these Mongols, the defeated army and the driven people were no different from sheep, and there was no threat at all. In the past, it was common for three or five Mongols to drive away thousands of foreign captives. In the conquest
When in the river, the Mongols could even order the captives to dig holes and bury themselves alive.
This break into the Central Plains was another great victory. After a great victory, we often slack off. Who would have thought that a group of Han soldiers had just been killed and were rioting again before they had even spent the night?
Tu Li, the barge horse, became more and more worried. He pulled the reins of the war horse and took two steps to the outside: "Cheer up! Give me the torch!"
A soldier raised a torch and suddenly froze. He listened carefully, but the torch in his hand began to tremble. He heard a sound like the roar of a herd of animals, and he heard a sound like the roar of a flood! The sound became more and more intense.
The closer it gets, the louder it gets!
He dropped the torch suddenly and fell to the ground.
The next moment, hundreds of stones or earthen rubbish were thrown down, beating several Mongolians to their heads and bleeding.
The barge horse suddenly roared: "Torch! Light the torch! I want to see where the enemy is!"
His roar soon became meaningless. The great tide of footsteps and roars went from a hundred steps to fifty steps, from fifty steps to ten steps. The light from the bonfire behind shone on the head of the tide, illuminating countless people.
On their faces, the moving shadows made their faces look very fierce and terrifying.
Barge Ma Tuli never thought that the docile and pitiful beasts would become like this. He took a half step back, drew his knife with his backhand, and wanted to rush towards the crowd on the opposite side. He had already discovered what looked like a leader in the crowd.
People, and the scholar who knows Mongolian are also there.
But he couldn't pull out the knife. At least a dozen people rushed up to him, like a huge wave swept him in. Some punched him, and some hugged his arm and grabbed the knife.
Barge Ma suddenly couldn't control his hands and feet. He shouted wildly, opened his mouth and bit a palm in front of him. The owner of the palm screamed and retreated in pain, and more fists rained down on him.
Fingers dug into his eye sockets, causing unbearable pain; someone also opened his mouth to bite him frantically, biting several mouthfuls of flesh and blood, and then shouted: "That's the guy! That's the guy! I know him even when he's burned to ashes!"
