Shen Lie looked around and saw that the main force of the Fire Rabbit Tribe had been defeated. In the blink of an eye, Li Changshi, Ding Shisan and others had chased them for several miles.
We are getting further and further away from Longquanyi Ferry.
With some worry in his heart, Shen Lie waved his hand and said softly: "Send the order... gather the team... stop chasing."
Shen Lie was particularly sober at this moment.
he knows.
That's how it is with the Tatars, they can be defeated.
It is difficult to annihilate them all.
Shen Lie was worried that the men and horses led by Li Changshi and Dao Shisan would suffer losses if they continued to pursue them. The Tatars were good at manguyi, which is the Parthian archery method.
To put it bluntly, it means running away while looking back and shooting arrows.
If you don’t know the depth and pursue blindly...
If you are not careful, you will suffer big losses!
As one of the selectors took out a sounding arrow, he took out a fire stick and blew on it, igniting the medicine twister. The sounding arrow shot straight into the sky and let out a sharp whistle.
Accompanied by the whistle of the sounding arrow.
The Ming warriors, who were chasing the Tatars in the distance and slashing wildly, reined in their horses, turned around and ran back from the dock.
Start treating the injured and rescuing people...
More than three hundred cavalry quickly took control of the entire Longquanyi Ferry, and a cavalry-cavalry blitz battle came to an end.
About half of the Tatar cavalry were left behind, either dead or seriously injured.
The other half abandoned their leaders, endured the captured slaves, abandoned all their captures, and fled in groups without a trace.
After the war, it was a mess.
The people who were tied with ropes were rescued and kowtowed in worship. Our wounded soldiers were treated, and the wounded Tatar soldiers were patched up.
In chaos.
Shen Lie straightened up on his horse and looked at the mountains of carts of grain piled up at Longquanyi Ferry, and the groups of young men and women who knelt down and kowtowed violently.
A rough estimate is that there must be tens of thousands of people.
The people were grateful.
Women's sobs and men's howls echoed together, but Shen Lie's brows furrowed. Looking at the weak Xuanda people, he couldn't feel happy at all.
At the same time, there was some realization that the death of the Ming Dynasty was not a military issue.
It's the people's hearts that are scattered.
A dynasty with a large population was overwhelmed by such a small number of Tatar soldiers.
More than 10,000 young people!
In front of more than a thousand Tatar cavalry, he would rather be tied up with ropes and dragged back to the north of Saibei like an animal by the foreigners to be a slave.
He didn't even resist.
The officers and soldiers hid in the city to pretend to be Sun Tzu.
Perhaps occasionally some bloody famous frontier generals and loyal soldiers under their command were tricked to death by the adults at the top and down, the big local profiteers or the powerful.
The taste is complex and difficult to understand.
You can look around.
Shen Lie's face quickly turned livid. The people of the Ming Dynasty who were rescued were all young adults. The oldest male and female were only in their thirties, and the younger ones were fifteen or sixteen years old.
But what about the old one.
There are also small ones.
Soon Shen Lie had the answer in his mind. In the eyes of the Tatars, only young and middle-aged people have the value of plunder, are the best labor force, or are tools for reproduction.
A plaything that can be abused as much as you want.
The day is empty.
Shen Lie took a deep breath and felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave when he saw the bodies of those old and young lying in a pool of blood.
There was silence for a moment.
Shen Lie slowly raised his arm, pulled out several arrows hanging from his armor, and threw away the bloody arrows.
Then he calmly mobilized his war horses, leading more than twenty surviving picks, and walked slowly towards the fallen canopy.
The tired war horse slowly paced its neck.
Snorting and snorting.
A faint murderous intention rushed towards his face.
As Shen Lie's cold gaze passed over the alien-like faces, dozens of gorgeously dressed Fire Rabbit nobles were frightened.
Some of the timid ones had already collapsed to the ground.
Eyes dull.
Trembling like a quail.
There were also several beautiful Tatar aristocratic women who were throwing themselves on the headless corpse of the old leader, begging for mercy and shouting in unintelligible nonsense.
Crying uncontrollably.
Those Ming women who were originally kneeling stood up with the help of their companions.
Sobs sounded at the same time.
The foreign woman who was so high and mighty just now was happily choosing her slaves, but suddenly she became a prisoner.
A Ming woman who had fallen into the hands of foreigners and was destined to be a slave escaped.
Things are unpredictable.
Time is also fate.
This corner of the battlefield became eerily quiet. As Shen Lie muttered, his cold eyes passed over the panicked faces.
Finally, it settled on a few Tatar youths in gorgeous clothes.
now.
Only these young Tatars could remain calm. They clenched their fists and looked at Shen Lie and other strikers proudly, making Shen Lie's eyes dim.
Think about it.
Shen Lie took out the flintlock spear from under the saddle, took out a round of fixed ammunition, and started loading it slowly.
The striker next to me, you look at me, I look at you...
In silence.
No one dared to say anything.
Killing prisoners can be a big or small thing.
Spread the word.
If it fell into the ears of those compassionate Yushitai adults, he would inevitably be impeached.
This kind of thing...
But there are too many.
Which general in the frontier fortress in these days has not been impeached?
So in full view of the public.
Shen Lie loaded the ammunition, put the spear on the saddle, and then showed a warm smile to the young Tatar nobles.
He waved his hand again.
"Let's go."
At this moment, Shen Lie was smiling all over his face.
Several young Tatar nobles were slightly startled, but they woke up instinctively, turned around and ran away driven by their survival instinct...
With the bang of a musket, a Tatar nobleman who had escaped arrived, and the selectmen beside Shen Lie woke up from a dream, one after another raising their guns and starting fire.
After a burst of gunfire, several Tatar nobles who tried to escape struggled and fell down.
Shen Lie looked to the left and right and chuckled: "Did you see it all? It wasn't Shen who killed the prisoners... it was them who wanted to run away."
The chosen leader hurriedly echoed: "Yes... that's what my lord said."
Talking and laughing happily.
Shen Lie spat and said disdainfully: "You wolf... you are brainless. You will just run if I tell you to... Isn't this a fool!"
There was laughter all around.
Shen Lie took out another round of ammunition, loaded it slowly, and smiled at the shaman who was holding a mysterious staff and reciting scriptures silently.
"Why don't you run?"
The mage was silent.
With a loud gunshot, he fell down.
Shen Lie curled his lips in disdain and said coldly: "I told you to run, but you didn't run... Are you turning a deaf ear to me as an official?"
The chosen forward was speechless.
After loading another round of ammunition, Shen Lie leaned on the horse and grinned at the remaining nobles of the Fire Rabbit tribe, revealing two rows of snow-white teeth.
And said with a warm smile.
"You guys?"
Crying.
Those timid Tatar boys and some charming women were so frightened that they peed their pants.
The fishy smell hit my nostrils.
The smile on Shen Lie's face faded, he shook his head with regret and disgust, and shouted in a low voice: "Tie him up... and send him to the capital as a prisoner."
