Whether the Mongolian army retreats or not actually has nothing to do with the war slaves.
Now that Baihu has issued a military order, as long as the war slaves execute it desperately, they will have to fight their way through mountains of swords and seas of fire. As for the rest, it is not their concern at all.
He fought so hard without spending any money to earn his status as a slave from the pile of corpses. Once he reaches his level, the next step is to make him become Na Ke'er with only a small grace from Na Minfu.
, achieving a huge leap in status.
But most war slaves can't afford not to spend such money. After all, these slaves are the old Jin army. Even though they are elites selected from the prisoners, their confidence is completely based on the coercion of the Mongols behind them.
and support.
As long as they have the backing of the Mongols, they are the most ferocious hunting dogs and tireless killing weapons. But what if something happens to the Mongols? Their confidence, like an iron wall, will become fragile in an instant. With just one finger, they can
The iceberg collapsed into the sea.
At this time, many people said that the Mongolian army had retreated, and many war slaves were immediately shaken. Some people were slashing and killing ferociously one moment, and hurriedly retreated the next moment. But just now they crashed into the rocks with smoke and fire.
The group wanted to retreat, but found that the road behind them was blocked by several new fireballs.
So they pushed and jostled each other and made a mess. Some people impatiently ran into the fire caused by the fireball, and their faces and hands were burned with a series of big blisters. Others followed suit happily.
In such fighting situations, morale waxed and waned. The Mongolian war slaves were slightly discouraged, and Wen Qian roared wildly and led his men to counterattack.
Needless to say, the officers and soldiers of the Ding Navy. The civilians were not suitable for such situations of frontal fighting, but they had never seen the ferocity of the war slaves before. Now seeing that the war slaves were frustrated, they all wanted to beat them up.
The thought of a dog in the water. Without waiting for Wen Qian's order, hundreds of people rushed over with swords and guns raised.
At this moment, Qian Qianqian naturally led others to resist desperately. However, the number of people around him was so small that he could not defeat ten of them one by one. In the blink of an eye, he was pressed back among the reefs.
As Wen Qian's men moved forward desperately, their maneuvering space became smaller and smaller. In the blink of an eye, everyone was scarred and their armor was broken. And in such a fierce battle, people's physical exertion was even greater, every moment
Some people exhausted their physical strength, and the swords and guns in their hands were knocked away, and they lost their lives immediately.
Such a scene made the morale of the Ding navy officers even higher. They began to rush forward and fought closely with the Mongolian war slaves. They even used temporary wooden shields to push the queue and knocked several enemies into the rocks.
into the corner, and then stabbed him randomly.
Not long after, I don't know at which point they were the first to be unable to resist, and all the war slaves turned around and ran away.
Qian Buhua shouted twice, but no one paid him any attention. He looked around at Huga's headquarters, but he couldn't see where the giant man with yellow hair was.
He cursed a few words, tried his best, and thrust a pine torch held in his left hand into the enemy's face. The front end of the torch shattered, and a large cloud of sparks exploded. The two soldiers in front of him subconsciously retreated, and he slashed the straight knife.
Throw it and run backwards.
From the high point of the reef, someone threw stones, which hit the war slaves' heads and blood. His helmet, which cost nothing, was also hit. A whole armor leaf was dented by the smash. He only felt severe pain in his head and warmth.
Hot blood instantly flowed down his neck.
After rushing out of the reef group, it was directly on the slope. It was here that the war slaves broke down the Dinghai navy's defensive line. But at this moment, they did not even have the confidence to regroup, and everyone continued to retreat.
Most of the war slaves had abandoned their torches and could only be illuminated by the stars and moonlight at this time. Many people were running down the slope, their pace getting faster and faster. Some people yelled, and then rolled down, and there was a continuous scream.
Wire.
Qian Buhua spotted a route that caused the fireball to roll down, and ran along the unextinguished flames on the ground, occasionally grabbing a bush to slow down its downward momentum.
He could read and write without spending money. When he was in the Xia Kingdom in his early years, he had read books and copied scriptures and laws for the nobles of the Dangxiang clan. But since he came to the Mongolian grassland, he forced himself not to think too much.
He felt that only by turning into an animal that couldn't think could he endure the pain that humans couldn't bear and survive in this abominable world. He actually sat like this.
But now he couldn't help but lament.
He didn't understand why people's fate was so rough. Why was it so difficult for a living person who just wanted to live like a dog or a horse? He was convinced that the Mongols were invincible and thought it was an undoubted truth, so he became more and more dissatisfied.
I understand why there are always people who don't understand this truth and are unwilling to die simply and live a life that costs nothing.
At this time, the war slave who was running away with him groaned, was hit by an arrow in the back of his head, and fell to the ground. Qian Buhua hurriedly ducked down, then turned his head and looked back. Unexpectedly, at this moment, he was struck by something under his feet.
When a stone was reached, everything turned upside down in an instant.
The slope is not steep, so it was chosen by the Mongolian army as a breakthrough point on the flank. But it is really uncomfortable to roll down like this. After three or five ups and downs, I feel dizzy without spending money.
After rolling for an unknown number of times, he stopped. His eyes were completely dark, and his whole body was in pain. His hands and feet had no strength at all, and he couldn't slow down for a long time. He continued to slow down for half a moment, feeling like the world was spinning.
The feeling slowly disappeared.
He couldn't help but groan a few times, and then he heard the sound of hoofbeats and the panting of hounds.
Those are Naminfu Baihu's horses and his dogs.
The hound arrived first. The dog snorted and picked up the armor on Qian Buhua's chest and licked his face. Probably the salty taste of blood and sweat satisfied the dog, so it squatted down happily and continued to lick him two more times.
.
Hundreds of households are here to recruit people! Losing once is nothing, we will definitely have to attack again!
Don't think about spending money. Get up and salute.
He wanted to tell his master loudly that he could still fight and would never fail like this next time.
I tried it twice, but it really didn't work.
Every time he stood up, he felt a sharp stabbing pain in his back, and the strength he gathered immediately disappeared. Because of the pain, he shed tears and his vision became increasingly blurry.
Naminfu rode his horse, lowered his head, and looked at Qian Buhua's pale face, the broken armor, and his obviously twisted posture.
Naminfu sighed in his heart.
He likes not spending money very much, and has always hoped that one day, by promoting this clever man, Han'er can be his own. But for this failure, someone must take responsibility, at least, all the war slaves must be punished severely, so that
They know the consequences of retreating without permission.
So he waved his hand.
A Mongolian knight came up, swung his whip and wrapped it around Qian Buhua's right leg. The horse started, and Qian Buhua's body was dragged to the ground, bumping and bumping along the way.
Once his body moved, Qian Buhua only felt that his back hurt more and more. He couldn't help but groan and tried his best to use the few words of Mongolian he knew to plead. It was obvious that the Mongolian knight was very familiar with Qian Buhua, but he couldn't help but moan.
Ignore it and continue dragging.
He felt that there was something hard and long, maybe an arrow shaft, maybe a broken blade, embedded in his back. As it was dragged along, the outer end of the thing repeatedly hit the ground, and the inner end pierced deeper and deeper.
, gradually burning.
Wherever Qian Fuhua's back was dragged along, blood flowed down a red path.
Naminfu looked at this scene with compassion and told his deputy, Captain Abel: "Among the war slaves, all those above ten captains will be put to death. Others, rest...well, rest with a leg of mutton."
