Que Duli took a sip of kumiss, then puffed it out.
Mare's kumiss was sprayed into the fire, and the milky white liquid contained a trace of blood as it was burned by the charcoal and gave off a strange smell. This was the blood that flowed from Que Duli's tongue that was bitten by a woman.
"Damn Mongolian wild woman...just like a she-wolf!"
Que Duli is a Semu person. Like many Semu people whose ancestors came from the Western Regions, they have long since become half Khitans. However, these people have never had any sense of belonging to this land. They will work hard for whoever provides the land and food...
…Of course, the premise is that you have the strength to overwhelm them.
Nowadays, the Khitan people no longer have the invincible momentum they once had. The more ferocious Jurchens beat them until their corpses were scattered all over the field. Their extra tactics caused nearly a hundred thousand Khitan troops to die on the edge of the dense forest and in the wild.
And their emperor was still busy tasting spirits and women!
This time, more than 7,000 color-eyed cavalry followed the former Northern Army to the battlefield east of the central capital of Liao Dynasty, but they witnessed the collapse of the Liao Kingdom's Pishi Army... That was the invincible cavalry that the Khitans relied on to dominate back then! Fight!
The existence of the Song Dynasty's 300,000 Imperial Guards was reduced to ashes... just collapsed like that?
The Semu people immediately turned their horses and tried to escape, but they were still caught up by the Jurchen savages and brutally hacked to death. The remaining Semu cavalry used their skills passed down from their ancestors and fled in all directions.
The Jurchens did not dare to pursue too much and retreated... This battle allowed them to establish a firm foothold in eastern Daliao and occupied a large area of land and towns. There were already Bohai and Korean people following the Jurchens as servants to gain glory.
Taking advantage...but this is a pervert's specialty.
Worried about being punished by the Khitans for escaping before the battle, these three or four thousand people who survived went straight to the deserts and grasslands. Some went dormant and some scattered and became horse bandits. By the way, they could also coerce some stragglers from other ethnic groups.
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No one wants to die for the Liao Kingdom anymore.
Que Duli's men gathered more than 200 horse bandits. It is said that the largest group of horse bandits has more than 500 people. The Sanhe Grassland Generation, which is active in the north of the grassland, plus other horse bandit gangs, makes the Onan River Generation
The Mongolian Golden Blood Family is in great trouble.
It's a good place here. While the Khitan people have no time to care about the territory behind them, Que Duli feels that he can hide here with these people for at least half a year.
It's a pity that these humble Mongolian herdsmen escaped too quickly, and they have been burning, killing and looting for several months... There are fewer and fewer small tribes that can be captured, and the resistance they encounter is becoming more and more fierce.
If there were no battle losses, there would have to be at least 400 horse bandits under his command... Especially in the battle at the Nadahai Grassland Pass, more than fifty of his most capable confidants were lost.
A group of horse bandits were howling and moaning in a shabby Lele car next to them... Two Mongolian women were tied up in the car, the same ones who bit Queduli's tongue... Now the two were stripped naked
The woman had been humiliated and tortured beyond human form by this group of horse bandits, but these horse bandits were still torturing and destroying these two women. The red-hot charcoal fire and whips and wooden sticks... made the two women's lives worse than death.
Que Duli raised his head and looked at the long list of heads hanging on the flagpole. The one at the top was the fierce wolf-like Nadahai man, who seemed to be called Dawura... Facing a horse ten times his size
Bandit, this guy led thirty or forty Mongolian men and actually shot and killed him, causing him heavy losses...
If he hadn't been cut off, Que Duli suspected that he might have collapsed at that time! More than three hundred versus more than thirty... these damn guys.
He disemboweled and then cut off the head... I was so angry that I slaughtered all the Nadahai herdsmen within hundreds of miles, and then I let out a bad breath.
Que Duli felt a little irritated. He picked up the wine bag and cursed at the men who were still torturing the women: "Don't kill them early... Torture them for a few more days and then chop them. Anyone who kills them in advance will be chopped off."
Feed the dog with your lifeblood..."
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A group of knights rode slowly through the night, and then stopped quietly next to a slope.
Beyond this slope is a reed marsh, and behind it is the crescent-shaped Nadahai Lake.
A pile of ashes and charred wooden remains lay on the roadside, and you could vaguely see scattered bone fragments inside.
Daruch climbed down from his horse in silence and stood in front of the pile of wreckage.
"Orchid...are they Abba and Amma?
Mohan Lanhua also followed, knelt straight on the ground and sobbed in a low voice: "Yes, my father and mother will stop the horse bandits for us and delay them... Najib saw those horse bandits on fire on the slope.
The Lele car was broken down, and my father and mother were burned to death."
Old Daruch fell to his knees in tears and cried to the ashes of the wreckage: "Abaji... Grandma! Daruchi, the calf boy, came back late... Daruchi, the calf boy, will kill all those horse bandits and avenge you.
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Mohan Lanhua shed tears and Daruch climbed into the remains of the fire, picked up the charred and scattered bones and put them in a jar. Daruch grabbed a handful of ashes mixed with the ashes of his parents and spread them on the
On his face, he shouted at the Mongolian knights behind him who had expressions of grief and anger on their faces: "These robbers and beasts have killed many of our Mongolian relatives for no reason? Revenge... revenge..."
"Revenge! Revenge... revenge..."
One by one, the knights turned over and dismounted, grabbed a handful of ashes and smeared them on their faces. For a moment... all the knights had a dark grimace, with only a pair of scarlet eyes filled with vengeful fury showing.
An Chun and four guards also wiped ashes on his face. The leather backpack behind him contained the last dozen gunpowder bombs.
Daruch looked back at An Chun and said: "According to Lang Jun's arrangement, we will take revenge tonight... Chunzi, you lead fifty brothers to set up an ambush at Heiya Pass. We will drive those beasts over. I will kill them all to pay homage to the innocent."
The Mongols...with the protection of the eternal heaven, we will definitely win!"
An Chun climbed on the horse and nodded... "Blessed by the Immortal God, evil killers will definitely be punished!"
After that, An Chun headed straight to the northwest with a few guards and fifty of the toughest Mongolian knights.
In the night, Daruchi's scarlet eyes looked at the brothers in front of him like a hungry wolf... He only growled one word in his throat: "Kill with me!"
"kill!"
Under the cover of night, more than two hundred Mongolian knights followed Daruch rolling down the slope of the mountain... In the distance, from the old Nadahai camp, you can already see the dotted bonfires outside the horse bandits' tents.
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The two hundred Mongolian knights relaxed their bodies and slowly urged their horses to adjust their breathing... Daruch ran at the front, with the small shield commonly used by Qingshan Camp on his left arm, and with his right hand he gently drew out his thick-backed broad-bladed saber...
...A cold brilliance shone on the blade. The vanguard cavalry were all preparing the weapons and equipment brought by Song Wen. A large group of Mongolians maintained their physical strength and horsepower like prairie wolves preparing to hunt, and quickly approached the two men.