Everyone in the black soil forest gathered together. Many people's faces were obviously frightened and uneasy. The old herdsmen had to be calmer, but all the young people with the best skills followed Daruch and Daobala out to look for horses.
The traces of the bandits have disappeared. There are less than twenty people in the camp who can carry a knife and mount a horse, and most of them are old guys in their forties.
Mo Hanlanhua acted as Song Wen's translator. She stood in front of Song Wen and looked at the nearly a hundred old, weak, women and children. Song Wen shouted: "Don't be afraid, we have no retreat! I have sent one of my men to find Da Da."
Lu Chi and the others are coming back. As long as we guard the village and don't let them rush in and burn and kill at will... the Nadahai tribe will not be destroyed! I still have the gunpowder weapons I brought from the Song Dynasty in my tent. Don't panic.
, repelling these thirty horse bandits is not a problem..."
Mohan Lanhua roared and spoke Song Wen's words in Mongolian to these panicked herdsmen. The people gradually calmed down, and then began to silently pack up their weapons and knives... The women also found their own self-defense weapons, and the old people pulled
The child began to look for a suitable hiding place. Everything was done in silence, except for a few babies crying, just like a group of well-trained soldiers!
Song Wen sighed secretly, in this era... a nation that regards fighting and war as a way of daily life is indeed the most terrifying nation!
They are used to fighting and ignore life and death... All men can carry swords, mount horses and shoot arrows to fight, and women are like tough weeds responsible for tenacious reproduction! Such a nation is simply the evolution of barbaric barbarians to the extreme.
How can a corrupted farming civilization compete with a nation that is as tough and fierce as these beasts?
Several tattered Lele carts were pushed to the entrance of the valley and laid down on the ground, as if they were resisting the horses! More than twenty herdsmen each held crude swords and guns and guarded here. On the top of the earth slopes on both sides, there were two
A Qingshan camp guard was guarding with powerful crossbows, and four or five herdsmen and women with bows and arrows were following behind them, always ready to use firepower to support the battle below.
The back road was a small road winding through the black soil forest, but the camp lacked horses and could not lead everyone to retreat. Therefore, Song Wen could only use the old, weak, sick and disabled to defend in place, but his arrows were no longer enough.
There are still thirty or forty gunpowder bombs left... leaving these herders, old, weak, sick and disabled to escape for their lives?
Song Wen shook his head... Not to mention that his conscience would not be able to bear it. Once he leaves these old, weak, women and children behind, he will be a heinous coward in the hearts of all Mongolians! How can we talk about cooperation, employment or friendship?
The horse team was getting closer and closer, and the rutted horseshoe marks left by the gathering of herdsmen were too obvious. The few semen in the lead became excited like wild dogs after smelling the smell.
Behind these guys were more than twenty horse bandits, most of them servants who had retreated from the battlefield in Zhongjing, and two Khitan deserters who would be executed if they returned without the lives and bodies of their generals.
Taking advantage of the fact that the Khitan suppressing army had no time to deal with themselves, the gang composed of the Semu people, the Khitan and a few Mongolian horse bandits instantly became excited... About thirty people screamed and rushed straight to the entrance of the black soil forest.
Most of the prairie men who could fight were killed and dispersed. These guys were not in a hurry to escape outside, but actually gathered in the dead place in the black soil forest as if they were trying to die... Are they tired of living?
"Come in, the men will kill all the women and take away them... These guys should be able to squeeze out some oil and water, come on..."
The leader of the group of yellow-eyed people claimed to be of Tatar and Yellow-headed descent, and they were greedy and cruel. At least one hundred and eighty herdsmen, Khitan farmers, and Han people died in their hands, and they were tortured alive by them.
Not less than twenty women died!
There seemed to be some herdsmen hiding behind carts at the entrance of the Black Earth Forest Valley, peeping. Seeing that they did not dare to come out to fight, the leader of the Semu people concluded that these Mongols were just lambs who did not dare to fight.
"Kill over and kill those animals! Ho ho ho ho..."
There was a terrifying howl, and thirty war horses roared and rushed toward the cart at the entrance of the valley.
There is no testing or communication... We are just horse bandits who kill people and set fires, and never leave anyone a way to survive!
Suddenly, several bow strings rang out... A Semu cavalryman who was rushing in front fell under his horse, and a crossbow arrow that was far sharper and more terrifying than the arrows of the prairie fierce bow was shot in his throat!
What arrow can shoot so far?
A guard from the Qingshan Camp on the soil platform hammered the black soil on the soles of his feet bitterly, just a little bit... He could also shoot a plagued horse bandit to death!
The leader of the Semu people with some experience suddenly remembered, is this a heavy crossbow? Where did it come from, and who did it belong to?
Pulling with feet and hands, the second crossbow arrow is ready! At this time, the horse bandits' cavalry has approached less than half a mile from the black soil forest pass!
"Fire the arrow!"
This time, the second round of crossbow arrows lived up to expectations and directly killed two horse thieves and cavalry. The two unlucky ones also luckily fell to the ground and were trampled beyond recognition by the horses behind them.
As they approached, Song Wen waved his hand and sent the remaining seven or eight people armed with spears to rush to the mountain pass to strengthen the defense. This kind of civil war without any technical or military content is actually the best experience for human nature. Just kill.
Entering the shooting range, about thirty bandits on horseback began to draw their bows and fire arrows while running. Waves of arrows were thrown to the high ground on both sides of the mountain pass. There were at least two deadly crossbows in ambush.
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The horse bandits dismounted and fought on foot, roaring and waving their swords and guns as they rushed toward the mountain pass. The third round of crossbow arrows was fired, and another horse bandit fell to the ground dead with a howl.
The horse bandits began to fire arrows wildly, and the arrows were so suppressed that several Qingshan Camp guards could not lift their heads... The leader of the horse bandits shouted: "Overturn the cart, charge in... All the women, food, salt, gold and silver will be taken away!"
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"Kill!"
Soon, the remaining twenty or so capable horse bandits rushed to the side of the overturned carriage and started fighting with more than twenty elderly herdsmen...
The horse bandits thought that as long as they and the opponent were strangled together by the guards at the gate, the archers above would have no chance to shoot arrows! But they underestimated the power and accuracy of the Great Song Divine Arm Bow!
Another round of crossbow arrows, and another strong horse bandit was shot through the forehead and burped on the spot.
The leader of the Semu people was so angry that he yelled: "Damn crossbowmen, go in and kill them!"
Several broken vehicles were quickly smashed and dragged aside. As a result, the remaining old herdsmen did not come up to fight, but quickly retreated one step ahead of time. They even lurked on the hillocks and passed the crossbows without moving.
The hand also turned around and retreated into the black soil forest.
The leader of the Semu people spat and cursed secretly: "A bunch of useless trash...can't stand it for even a short while?"
In front of it is a field of tattered Mongolian felt bags and tents, and you can vaguely see some children and old people hurriedly escaping to a place in the valley...
Suddenly, dozens of horses ran out from under the slopes on both sides. The knights on top brandished their swords and went straight towards the dozen or so vicious horse bandits who had dismounted and killed them!
"Well, there's an ambush... run back!"
The leader of the Semu people turned around and ran away. There were more than a dozen brothers with war horses squeezing in at the entrance of the valley. Once on the horse, it would be much easier to choose between fighting or escaping...
A Semu man riding a horse suddenly discovered that the Mongols who were riding to kill were all old men and women. He screamed and urged the fleeing men to turn around and go back to kill the enemy. As a result, the two groups were crowded at the narrow mouth of the valley.
On the top of the mounds on both sides, the crossbowmen who had fled suddenly turned back, but they had no crossbow arrows... but they lit a few round black things with fire sticks and threw them down.
The horse bandit screamed and fled. The thing was very strong and did not break when it fell on the ground. It just chirped and emitted blue smoke...
An older seductive bandit who seemed to have harassed the Song Dynasty's fortress with the Khitan people smiled and said... "Is this a Song Dynasty gunpowder ball? Hahaha... Where did these guys pick up the Song Dynasty gunpowder equipment?"
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The two young horse bandits curiously stepped forward to check... The old man commanded his men to shoot arrows upward to suppress the crossbowmen and said with a smile: "This thing from the Song Dynasty will emit smoke, which is very choking... Hahaha...
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A young horse bandit stretched out his spear and fiddled with this ridiculous weapon. He was about to mock the Song people for this useless thing...
"Boom! Boom boom...boom!"
A series of loud noises and explosions stirred up dust all over the sky, covering the narrow open space at the mouth of the valley. The crazy neighing of the war horses and the frightened wails of the horse bandits could be heard far away...