At the same time that Zhang Rong stood up, hundreds of households in Mongolia suddenly felt a strong wind blowing in front of them.
This Baihu was also a battle-hardened expert. Before the man could react, his body had already subconsciously leaned back. When his back hit the ground, he immediately followed up with a cartwheel.
Lean back so that your body is hidden behind the horses and livestock; and after turning sideways, you can either continue to crawl, jump on the horse, or squat on the ground to survey the situation. This is the most standard reaction of Mongolians when encountering enemies on foot.
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Although no one has ever deliberately emphasized it, this is a little trick passed down from generation to generation on the grasslands. Every Mongolian's movements are the same, the only difference lies in the level of vigilance and the speed of movement.
This Mongolian household dared to provoke provocation with murder, so naturally they had already concentrated on it, preparing to deal with various situations. They dodged backwards, moved extremely fast, and then rolled over...
Huh? No flipping.
It turns out that the strong wind just now was not an arrow, but a thick iron rod being thrown across the sky.
The iron rod probably weighed only dozens of kilograms. It was like a pile, hammered deeply into the soft ground by the river. And the position where it was deeply penetrated was right between the legs of the Mongolian family. Mongolian Hundreds
When Hu turned over, his legs were caught by iron bars, so he had to lie down on his back.
The iron rod trembled slightly, as if it was shaking the groin of hundreds of Mongolian households. The feeling was really...
It sticks so close and sticks so accurately.
Hundreds of Mongolian households broke into a sweat. He was a little lucky, and suddenly thought that if the landing point of the iron rod changed slightly, wouldn't he be in big trouble? Then he understood that this move was so accurate, and the opponent's army was really capable.
!It would be easy for a person like this to kill him, but what is the difference between him lying on his back and waiting to die!
His reaction was really quick. He immediately stopped moving and just yelled: "Stop! Stop! Don't kill anyone!"
Thanks to the command of the Mongolian army, nearly a hundred Mongolian cavalry were rushing towards the people. They had already accelerated their horses and gathered strength with swords in their hands. At this moment, they heard the order from hundreds of households to stop and quickly reined in their horses.
Nearly a hundred war horses were restrained by their reins, and they were all irritable and neighing.
The rider on the outermost side was busy controlling the horse, when suddenly he saw a strange man with his face wrapped in linen rushing out in front of him, pointing his bow and arrow at him, so he threw away his scimitar and held the bow against him on horseback.
The two faced each other for an instant, with no one daring to move.
But after a hundred households in Mongolia shouted these two sentences, their eyes suddenly darkened.
It wasn't that they were attacking again, but that the other end of the iron rod had a few robes tied loosely.
The iron bar fell to the ground, and those drapes were spinning on the top of the iron bar, spinning around, and one fell down.
It hit the Mongolian family on the lower abdomen, then the second one, and the third one.
This robe was very heavy. After being hit three times, Mongolian Baihu felt that his intestines were about to break. He curled up and groaned a few times. The knots tied on the three robes were also knocked apart, revealing
Find out what's inside.
Even in the face of threats, the Mongolian Hundred Households straightened their eyes. The other two Hundred Households around him were also stunned and stared at him.
After the robes were spread out, what was piled on the bellies of the hundreds of Mongolian households and rolled down to his sides were all gold, silver and gems. They were all treasures that shone attractively in the sun, including red corals.
, there are big pearls looming, there are short pure gold staffs inlaid with precious stones, there are twelve gold collars with curved heads girdled around the waist...
The Mongolian army entered the Central Plains and looted everywhere, and the income was extremely rich. But for every ordinary household, there may be a number of slaves, a number of cattle and horses, a number of weapons, and a number of silks and cloths. Such valuable gold and jewelry shells are really not worth it.
common!
No, not only is it uncommon, I have never seen it in my life.
Common sense and instinct told them that these gold, pearls and treasures were priceless, much more expensive than the slaves, cattle, horses and livestock in their hands combined. These treasures could only be obtained from Genghis Khan by at least the extremely high-status Qianhu Nayan.
Reward received!
Those Qianhu Nayans can only have one, two, or three or five items in their hands at most, right? But here there are three large parcels!
For a moment, several hundred households were all dumbfounded. They could not turn their eyes away, and their hearts were beating loudly.
Around them, dozens of Mongolian knights also fell into a daze. Some wiped their saliva, others wiped their eyes, and looked again.
But Monk Luo walked up to them in a swaggering manner, turned his hand and withdrew the iron rod.
Several Mongolians looked at Monk Luo warily. They felt that this man was like a black bear. He seemed to be smiling and a little silly, but his murderous intent was restrained and he posed a huge threat.
When he stepped forward, many soldiers emerged from the boats moored on the Xiaoqing River, all holding bows and swords, staring at the place eagerly.
"Amitabha!" Monk Luo shouted the Buddha's name: "God has the virtue of a good life. For the remaining old, weak, sick and disabled, Sajia will use these gold, jewelry and shells to exchange for them!"
Zhao Xuan quickly spoke in Mongolian.
The hundred households in Mongolia did not hesitate at all: "Change!"
Mongolians are brave and bloodthirsty, but they are not stupid. He wants to kill a few men to vent his anger, but he can't help it. But if there are more than a thousand men left in exchange for such a big benefit...
It’s not like anger cannot be suppressed.
Now in this situation, the fourth prince is in the enemy's hands, and the faces of the thousands of households who can speak shrink their heads. It's just a hundred households, why bother causing more trouble?
What's more, the cost of redeeming the fourth prince is not small. Many materials stored in Jinan City are about to be taken out. In this way, our wait in Shandong will be in vain. At this moment, who can refuse such a move?
What about the big temptation?
Zhao Xuan didn't expect this hundred Mongolian households to be so decisive and was still in a daze.
Hundreds of households in Mongolia shouted: "Change! I said change, these things are all mine!"
Monk Luo nodded.
In an instant, the Mongolian cavalry flew away like the wind, leaving no one behind. Hundreds of households were all smiling.
The people inside and outside the fence were stunned for a moment.
After a while, an unkempt young man emerged from the crowd outside the fence. The boy looked at the soldiers in front of him and took a tentative step towards the fence.
The soldiers did not stop them, but waved their hands and said: "Go, go, get everyone out, we are going to get on the boat! It will be safe if we go to Laizhou!"
The young man ran away and hugged a middle-aged scholar who was sitting upright in the fence. He rushed too hard and threw the middle-aged scholar to the ground. The middle-aged scholar was so thin that only his bones were left, and he struggled
I didn't get up for several times.
Fortunately, the young man reacted and quickly helped the middle-aged scholar up.
"Father, let's go to Laizhou!" he shouted with a cry.
The middle-aged scholar was a little restrained and seemed a little dazed. He looked at the fleet and opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.
In the days after the fall of Jinan Prefecture, how many people were looking forward to the day of relief. Under the whips and scimitars of the Mongols, they faced only endless humiliation and the threat of death that came at any time. How many days did it take?
In Jinan Mansion, which was originally a densely populated city, how many people have died! How many people are alive, but life is worse than death!
Oh my god, these nightmare days have passed, the Mongols have been defeated, and everyone has been saved!
The common people inside and outside the fence gathered together again. They supported each other and slowly came out, whispering to each other and pointing to the soldiers in front of them and the fleet on the Xiaoqing River.
More and more people laughed, some cried and shouted, some jumped holding their relatives, many people said: "Laizhou Dingjun defeated the Mongols! Let's go to Laizhou!"
It's getting late and sailing at night is very troublesome.
Liu Yue came from behind and sent people to stop the celebration for a while, and arranged to board the ship according to the previous division of teams.
The number of people accepted increased by more than a thousand, and every boat had to be filled. Fortunately, it only took a few days to go out to sea from Xiaoqinghe and then transfer to Haicang Town. These people had suffered enough and would not mind this.
Difficulties.
Zhao Xuan was a little suspicious.
He had followed Monk Luo for several years, and he knew very well that the monk had no money left on hand and was a poor monk. But he had some savings and spent them all on good food and drink.
"Ahem..." He coughed twice and said to Monk Luo: "Master, these money..."
Monk Luo waved his hand and said nonchalantly: "The fleet passed Zouping the night before yesterday. There was a local Khitan general named Shi Mobedie'er. He went out to plunder money and supplies for several days, causing a lot of anger and resentment. The Sa family felt itchy for a while.
So they led a raid on Zouping, chopped off his head, and robbed him of all the property he had collected... That was really a huge windfall!"
Monk Luo was originally robbing houses in Hebei Province, but later he changed his identity to an army officer and did not open his business for a long time. It was rare that he repeated his old tricks and robbed a particularly fat one.
"You were in the front team at the time, so I didn't have time to talk to you. You can go and take a look at the back later. There are several more gold beads like these just now! I really didn't expect at that time how could Shi Mobedier, a Khitan, be so like this?
Great gathering ability!"
Monk Luo later found out the reason for this by questioning the prisoners all night long.
It turned out that what was gathered in the hands of Shi Mobedie'er was not only his own private collection. There were also the gains from the earlier generals such as Zhao Yan, Yang Wan, and Jiata Lahun who followed the Mongolian army to kill Hebei.
After a loyal Mongolian dog surrendered to the Mongols, he led troops to conquer the north and south, fought hard and saved all his belongings.
As the three generals were killed one after another, all these belongings were seized by Shi Mobedie'er.
In the past few days, because the fourth prince Tuo Lei was captured, the Mongolian army had to spend all his money to redeem the people. So Naminfu also instructed Shi Mobedier to loot as much as possible inside and outside Zizhou, so that after Tuo Lei escaped, he could
A little compensation for all of you Qianhu Nayan.
After Shimo Bedier surrendered to Mongolia, he naturally put his saddle in front and behind his horse, and worked diligently. He immediately dispatched troops to scrape the ground three feet away.
But he didn't expect that Monk Luo's troops would actually come from Xiaoqing River by boat and arrive at the foot of Zouping City. In Monk Luo's eyes, the Mongolian army had been overthrown. What was Shimo Bedier's surrender?
It’s okay if he doesn’t cause trouble, but if he causes trouble now, he will fall into the eyes of Monk Luo...
Monk Luo, with only fifty men, raided the city of Zouping where Shi Mobedie'er was entrenched at midnight. In the middle of the night, before the Khitan man could get up from his bed, Monk Luo's iron rod fell straight down, causing his forehead to burst red and white.
be mixed.
Because it was a private and illegal work, very few manpower was used. Monk Luo had no time to move the grain and materials in Shimo Bedier's hands, and only swept away the gold, pearls and treasures he had painstakingly collected.
At this time, these gold beads were used to redeem the Han people, and they were well used.
"Tell me, why is it such a coincidence?"
Monk Luo touched his scalp, thoughtfully. He wanted to quote a few Buddhist scriptures and talk about the principle of fateful encounter, but found that he had forgotten those awkward sentences, and finally just shouted the Buddha's name to get rid of the problem.
All the people were saved, and Zhao Xuan felt very happy.
He showed the face of a Hebei opera bandit and shouted angrily: "Master, even if I was in the front team at that time, I still had my share of the money! It was your idea to redeem people with gold, beads and money, but I can't get my share.
not enough!"
Can this be said publicly? We are all officers and soldiers now!
Monk Luo raised his thick eyebrows and glared at Zhao Xuan majestically.
