Gao Jin stood with a spear, and his whole body was still immersed in the moment when he stabbed the iron spear. The Ming army was good at using spears and large guns and was called killers. When Grandpa Qi guarded Ji Liao, there was a killer team, which was the elite specializing in using large guns. It was the killer weapon in the army and used to determine the outcome.

Gao Jin learned martial arts since elementary school, and the most important skill was shooting skills and gun techniques. Compared with shooting skills, this gun technique requires more battle and training on the battlefield. The shot just now seemed simple, but in fact Gao Jin used all his skills.

Fighting on the battlefield is not tolerated by hesitation and timidity. The decisive victory of guns is the most important thing.

These principles were taught by Gao Jin when he was learning guns in the past, but he did not have the personal experience he had just experienced, which made him deeply understand.

"Xiao Jin, your gun technique is considered to be a master." Gao Chong, who was beside Gao Jin, said with relief. The shot just now was excellent, no matter the timing of the spear, the power and speed, and even if he could not find any fault.

Before Gao Chong finished speaking, Old Chen from the river valley came back on a horse. He was still holding a bloody head in his hand, which was the horse thief who escaped by chance.

The overall situation was settled. Gao Chong took Gao Jin back to the river valley. The horse thief camp was full of corpses. Gao Jin looked at it and there were almost forty or fifty corpses. Although the smell of blood was very strong, he was not discomfort. Instead, he calmly observed the wounds of the corpses.

"Did you see something?"

Seeing that his son's eyes were on the corpses of the horse thieves, Gao Chong waited for a while before asking. Gao Jin's performance was getting better and better, which made him very satisfied.

"The fatal injuries of these horse thieves are mostly behind them. They didn't resist at all just now." Gao Jin replied. He never thought that killing was so simple with the distinction between strength and weakness.

Not far away, the prisoners were sitting honestly on the ground, with only a few old soldiers beside them patrolling with swords. As for the remaining old soldiers, they were in groups of two or three, wearing torches, and searching for the escaped horse thieves in the valley. Soon, the old soldiers were riding horses, holding ropes in their hands, and behind them were two horse thieves tied together.

After a long time, all the old soldiers who went out came back, and they captured seven more prisoners and brought back three bloody heads.

"This is how the war is. If one side loses the courage to resist, the outcome will be like this." Gao Chong said to Gao Jin, and then he looked at the prisoners. Wherever his eyes swept, everyone was trembling. Gao Chong sneered and added: "Killing them is like killing a chicken!"

"Dad, what should I do if there are so many prisoners?" Looking at the horse thief prisoners who had a total of more than fifty, Gao Jin was silent for a moment and asked. The caravan did not leave any living straits last night. He didn't know what his father Gao Chong planned to deal with these people.

"What do you think of?" Gao Chong did not answer, but asked back, with no expression on his face, and Gao Jin could not leave his mind.

"Kill them all?" Gao Jin spoke unfastly. He wanted to make himself calm, but the unstable tone betrayed his thoughts.

"We will be able to go to Aji's tribe in one day, and the Mongolian Tartars will buy theirs." Gao Chong opened his mouth. Trafficking humans outside the Great Wall is also a common business, but the valuables are craftsmen who know how to use craftsmen. Like the group of horse thieves in front of him, they can't sell at a good price even if they sell them.

"Mongols... buy them..." Gao Jin was a little confused. When the Mongolian tribes attacked the border, they often plundered the population, but they didn't hear that they wanted horse thieves.

"In recent years, the Hetao Tartars fought with the imperial court, and the tribes suffered a lot of young and strong losses. Although these horse thieves were unbearable, they could also replenish their manpower."

"Dad, aren't you afraid that these people will be unfavorable to us in the future?"

"The hard bones have been killed long ago. The rest are cowards. What's there to be afraid of?"

Gao Jin also heard of the name of Aji tribe when he was in Shenmu Fort. Five years ago, it was a large tribe outside the wall. It was entrenched near Changcaotan and could gather seven or eight hundred cavalry. It also ranked among the Mongolian tribes in Hetao. However, in the 40th year of Wanli, the flag-line Sare tribe of Hetao Mongolia and the Mengkeshli tribe were both involved in the border areas. As a result, the Mongols fought for four years in a row. The Mongols lost a lot. Because the Aji tribe was close to the wall, half of the troops were finally discounted, and they were no longer as powerful as before.

Gao Jin didn't expect that his father Gao Chong could still have a relationship with Aji tribe. Although the power of Aji tribe has become increasingly weak in recent years, the lean camel is bigger than a horse, and two or three hundred horses can still get together. This group of horse thieves calculated carefully and said that for Aji tribe, who urgently needed population recovery, it would be a small benefit.

"You don't have to think too much. These horse thieves can't sell very well. They just sell a favor to Aji's army." Gao Chong said, his voice low. "The Tartars are not stupid. They know that horse thieves are unreliable. Most of these horse thieves are used as coolies after they buy them. Only those who are truly capable and do not fear death will be all over the cavalry."

Gao Jin nodded, and the horse thieves who attacked them were originally three groups of people who had just gathered together. They said that they were mobs and were all polite. After two attacks, the outlaws who could be looked down upon were almost dead.

After collecting prisoners of war, cleaning the battlefield was naturally handed over to these horse thieves, and Gao Jin and others were horse supervisors. About half an hour later, the dead horse thieves were piled up together, and all the valuable things in the horse thieves camp were placed together. However, after hard plundering, the money they made in the horse thieves camp was not worth much, whether it was a dead person or a living person.

Gao Jin's uncles were all veterans who touched the corpse. When they started to confiscate the spoils, Gao Jin never saw them calm down. These horse thieves were too poor and had no valuable things at all. Even the weapons were mostly scrapped copper and iron, and if they wanted to use them, they had to rebuild them.

"Zhi Madam, I've never seen such a poor thief!"

"Why are you here to be a horse thief if you are not poor!"

The bodies of the horse thief who had been stripped naked were folded into a ball. In the open space in the camp, except for the pile of weapons, these sheepskin coats and torn cotton coats were piled into a small hill.

At dawn, the old soldiers who went out to collect the horse thieves and fleeing horses also returned. This time, the real big head was still on these horses. Although they were all pack horses, they could still be sold for a price when they were pulled back to Shenmu Fort.

"Kill forty-seven enemies, fifty-three prisoners, seize thirty-seven weapons and siege swords... 69 horses." Wei Lianhai recorded the capture in front of the fire. The soldiers next to him recorded these numbers one by one. They had not fought with the gang of horse thieves for a long time.

It was a considerable fortune to pull sixty-nine horses back into the wall, but fortunately the caravan could still eat. After all, he was a caravan. Those young horses were naturally used as caravan pack horses. The only few horses riding horses were left behind. Only those who were weak and had no choice but to sell them.

When the sky was getting bright, Gao Jin and his men returned to the camp. At this time, Mulan had already brought their men to boil water and cook. Seeing Gao Jin, Mulan stepped up to greet him. Last night, Gao Jin and his men went to fight horse thieves in the caravan. She and two other soldiers were left in the camp to watch the men and slaves.

"Erlang, don't be hurt!" Facing Mulan's concern, Gao Jin turned around and replied with a smile, "Not hurt at all."

The captives were locked up next to the camel group. As for the cooked food, it was naturally not their turn to eat. In Gao Chong's words, they would not starve to death for a few meals. When they met Aji's tribe at night, there were naturally Mongolians who stuttered them.

The seizures that night were taken off the thief's body and they were not sent to the guys again. The reason for the reason that the surrender of Mien was fighting against Mie was not told by his father Gao Chong, Gao Jin also understood that he just loaded the seizures that his father and uncle looked down upon and loaded them separately, and then told the guys that they would perform along the way, and then made arrangements after they returned to the wall to close the wall.

Hearing this arrangement, the guys were also full of morale and planned to practice martial arts with Gao Jin, the young master, and take one from the seizures to bring to their family.

After eating, the caravan did not set off immediately, but continued to rest, while Gao Jin did not rest because his father Gao Chong took him to the prisoners and taught him how to identify the origins of these horse thieves.

The captives were very calm about their future destiny. These surviving horse thieves were not those vicious outlaws, and many of them could not survive and were entangled with the thief. Although these people were also stained with blood on their hands, they were not born to be soldiers. Gao Chong wanted to teach his son to distinguish them, and this kind of person was this kind of person.

"Some people are naturally timid and cannot be used for training. They will be bad if they go to the battlefield." What Gao Chong taught Gao Jin was the reason for the Qi family's army to select soldiers. In the future, the caravan must not recruit such people who do not have courage at critical moments.

After walking through rows of captives, Gao Chong suddenly stopped, looked at a very short man, and suddenly spoke, "Mongols?"

Gao Jin looked at it and saw that the man was only less than 1.7 meters tall, with a solid figure, dark skin, and a typical Mongolian face. He looked quite ordinary, but his eyes looked quite impressive. Gao Jin felt that this Mongolian horse thief should be a good at shooting skills.

"My name is Wuyan, Lord."

Wu Yan raised his head. His previous tribe had defeated and asked the other party to annex. He was unwilling to surrender and became a homeless man. Not long ago, he was pulled into the team by a group of horse thieves. Who would have thought of meeting a fierce man like Gao Chong again? Even though he had good shooting skills, he had no intention of resisting, because he knew that the injured tiger was even more terrible. He had no relationship with these horse thieves, so he naturally chose to kneel down and beg for mercy.
Chapter completed!