A fighting finally ended, the Camel Bell Slope was filled with the strong smell of blood, the bright moon was solitary and the figures were long.
Tie Mo's limbs were spread wide, lying on his back on the cold ground, breathing heavily. Turning his head and looking at those who were still alive, Tie Mo grinned.
The tears fell down at some point, and there was not much joy in the smile, but only pain and luck.
Shihu, Zohou, Ruan Ergou, Xie Jila, Han Niuer...
Including himself, out of the eighteen Anzhuangbao military households, only six survived in the end. What a tragic victory!
This is a sneak attack!
If the Mongolian Tatars weren't too arrogant, and if the other party wasn't unprepared, even a sneak attack would have no chance of winning!
Tie Mo lay faceless on the ground, and the others were no better, either lying or sitting. Everyone who survived was injured, with only the monkey being the least injured.
After regaining some of his strength, Tie Mo stood up with difficulty, holding on to the ground.
Under the moonlight, there was blood and corpses. At this moment, I truly felt how fragile life is in troubled times. Most of the dozen familiar faces before had turned into cold corpses.
Behind military exploits are strips of living life! Those who survive, in addition to luck, must also thank their dead companions!
The wound on the shoulder was not bandaged, and the blood stained the entire left arm. Looking at the bloody left hand, Tie Mo sighed silently.
Tonight, I truly feel how cruel this era is!
This is not a dream, I have really come to this era, and I can't go back! Looking up at the sky, the cold moon hangs high, the stars twinkle, and a kind of pride gradually emerges in the loneliness.
...
Maybe it's because in the previous fight, Tie Mo killed several people in a row and left a deep impression on others, or maybe it's because of something else.
When the captive women saw that the Tatars were dead, they involuntarily gathered around Tie Mo, knelt down and cried bitterly: "Thank you, Master, for saving your life... If it weren't for you... we would have been killed."
These Tatars are dead..."
"Everyone, get up! Are you all from around Zhangjiakou?"
A woman knelt on the ground without getting up, and said in a trembling voice: "Yes... they are all from near Zhangjiakou..."
"Zhangjiakou...then why are there so few Tatars?" Tie Mo roughly counted and found that there were more than twenty women in total, plus so many supplies. However, there were only fifteen Tatars responsible for escorting them.
"Back to Jun Ye, when the Tatars plundered the village, more than a hundred people left the northwest of Zhangjiakou. The Tatars were divided into two groups. The large group went to plunder elsewhere, and a small group escorted us back first!"
"The troops are divided? That's it!"
Tie Mo only felt a chill coming over him. This was really a fluke among flukes.
After bandaging the wound, he asked the women to help deal with the corpse on the ground. Tie Mo came to Ruan Ergou and observed his condition, his expression dimming involuntarily.
"Uncle Ergou, how are you?"
"Still alive...ahem...Xiao Tie...I killed two...two Tatars...how much can I exchange for...the baby has food?"
have eaten......"
Ruan Ergou was lying in a pool of blood, coughing up blood. Every word he spoke was so difficult.
Tie Mo helped Ruan Ergou's body and wanted to help bandage the wound, but he didn't know where to bandage it. Several ribs were broken, the chest was a little collapsed, and half of the face was rotten.
"Uncle Ergou, stop talking, hold on, I'll find a doctor for you when we get back!"
As Tie Mo spoke, big tears fell uncontrollably.
Not far away, the least injured Monkey was checking the supplies left by the Tatars. He checked very carefully, and the smile on his face became bigger and bigger.
Cloth and tea are all good things. After opening a box and looking at the contents, the monkey laughed uncontrollably and burst into tears.
"Yin Zi...Yin Zi...Xiao Tie, come quickly..."
The monkey was like crazy, lying on the box and twitching.
Tonight, why did the eighteen military households in Anzhuang Fort risk their lives to fight?
For the welfare of the people of Ming Dynasty? For the annihilation of the Tatars? For the peace of the world?
No, it’s just to change the fate of the family, so that parents, wives and children can have food, clothing, and clothing, so that they won’t starve to death and freeze to death. In the final analysis, it’s all about money!
Money has cost many lives, but it can also save many lives!
Shi Hu, Han Niu'er, and Xie Kaila all gathered around the box and giggled at the silver in front of them.
The monkey couldn't wait to click, and there was a total of 2,455 taels of silver in the box. The poor military households in Anzhuang Castle had never seen so much silver. More than 2,000 taels of silver, in their hearts
A mountain of silver.
For a moment, Zuo Houhou and others all turned their heads and looked at Tie Mo not far away.
After a fight tonight, Zuo Houhou and others have completely regarded Tie Mo as their backbone. Zuo Houhou knows very well that Tie Mo is not stupid, let alone stupid.
Tie Mo hugged Ruan Ergou's body and had no intention of coming over. After a few words with Shi Hu and others, Zhao Hou got up and walked over.
"Xiao Tie, there are more than 2,400 taels of silver in the box. How should we divide it? Also, there are fifteen Tatars in total. How should we divide the heads?"
Tie Mo wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes and frowned.
Distributing military merits and spoils of war is not a simple matter. The monkeys and others must be convinced without any complaints. Only in this way will they become my team and be used by me in the future.
If you want to achieve something in this troubled world, you must have your own powerful team, and the military households in the secret village like Zhaohou are the best targets for you to win over.
After thinking for a while, Tie Mo moved Ruan Ergou to a camel and led the monkey to the silver box.
"Of the silver in the box, Hanhu and I will take 400 taels, Brother Cao will take 300 taels, Uncle Ergou will take 300 taels, Xie Jira and Han Niuer will each take 200 taels, and the remaining silver will be distributed to the families of the dead brothers!
"
Zhao Houhou and others looked overjoyed. After careful calculation, Tie Mo and Shi Hu suffered a loss by dividing the money like this. In tonight's fight, Tie Mo and Shi Hu killed the most Tatars, so they should share the majority, but the two of them
They only got four hundred taels in total.
Zuo Hou frowned and looked at Tie Mo with a complicated expression, "Xiao Tie, won't you and Han Hu suffer a loss? Otherwise, you can take eight hundred taels..."
"No, Brother Cao, just divide it as I say!"
Tie Mo insisted on this, and it was hard for Zoho to say anything. As for Shi Hu, he always listened to Tie Mo on everything.
At this time, the three monkeys all showed grateful eyes.
Fifteen Tatar heads, Tie Mo had already made a decision.
"For the heads of the Tatars, Hanhu and I each have three heads, Uncle Ergou has three heads, Brother Cao has three heads, Han Niuer has two heads, and Xie Kela has one head!"
The monkey looked at Tie Mo and nodded thoughtfully. The thin Xie Kaola, on the other hand, waved his hand sadly.
"No, I don't want it...I haven't killed a single Tatar...that Tatar was killed by Brother Tiger..."
Han Niu'er thought for a while and hesitated: "Yes, Brother Tie, I just killed a Tatar, and I already took a lot of advantage in sharing the money. I can't take your military glory anymore. But I can see clearly.
You killed six Tatars, and you also stabbed the Tatar leader to death!"
Tie Mo raised his hand to stop Han Niu'er, "No, you saved my life. Without you, I wouldn't have been able to kill that Tatar leader. If we want to take the credit, we are also taking the credit from our dead brother."
Tie Mo's tone was sincere, which moved both Han Niu'er and Han Niu'er.
The thin Xie Kaela fell to his knees with a plop and said with tears in his eyes: "Brother Tie, my life will be yours from now on!"
Han Niu'er followed closely behind and nodded heavily, "Brother Tie, let me know if you have anything to do in the future. If I, Niu'er, say no, I am not a man from Mantou Mountain."
"Well, pack up and take all the corpses with you. We'll go back immediately!"
...
There is wind in the stars and moon, and there is no limit to the bloody night!
A long team walked slowly east of Daqing Mountain. In order to avoid running into the main Tatar force, Tie Mo deliberately took a long detour.
In the past, when I worked hard, it was to gain a way for myself to survive. Now that I have military success and money, it is really stupid to blindly follow others to death.
After walking for an unknown amount of time, a crack appeared in the sky, and dawn was about to arrive.
Several miserable men were riding on their war horses with their heads held high, facing the weak morning sun, with smiles on their faces as if they had survived the disaster.
According to the military regulations of the Ming Dynasty, all the people, livestock and materials obtained from the victory belong to the officers and soldiers of the unit. In other words, according to the rules, all the money, camels and horses belong to the Tiemo Six.
Rules are rules, but the reality is absolutely not the case. Shangguan always has to share some profits. However, even if some horses and camels have to be given out, the money obtained alone is generous enough.