The sky was still bright, and the fifth village of B was captured. After all, the Khitan people in the village had just witnessed the revival and collapse of the Liao Kingdom not long ago. Their emotions and beliefs were not enough to support their loyalty to another regime.
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The reason why they held on was just a subconscious reaction to the sudden encounter with the enemy; and the reason why they persisted until now was just because they were afraid of the intimidation of the Mongols to massacre their enemies. But this temporary gathering of fighting spirit dissipated very quickly. When Yelu Annu fought
Death, everyone lost hope, so one after another they gave up resistance, threw away their weapons, and fell to their knees.
Only a few people gathered around their families and stayed in a log fortress in the center of the village, repelling the enemy's attacks twice in a row. As the battle became more intense, an old woman climbed to the top of the fortress and was in crazy pain.
Scold the Khitans who launched the attack.
The Mongolian war team wearing squirrel-skin boots immediately took the place of the Khitans. They brandished their swords and killed all the defenders who crowded at the entrance of the fortress like cutting weeds, and then poured into the fortress.
Someone knocked over the lamp, and the second floor of the fortress suddenly burst into flames. As the firelight flashed, the shaking figures let out terrifying screams, followed by the continuous screams of women.
Outside the fortress, there was the same sound, with people crying everywhere. The Khitans who had previously attacked the camp were now under the surveillance of the Mongols, expressionlessly slashing their fellow tribesmen with swords.
In a short period of time, too many people were killed, and the village began to be filled with a strong smell of blood and feces. Their blood splashed on the ground and had no time to penetrate into the sand, so it flowed out along the slope of the village gate.
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After a while, some Mongolian cavalry came back. They picked up those who wanted to escape in the fields and bushes outside the camp, then drove them under the earth wall. They kept circling with their horses, bows and arrows, and shot them.
They were shot as targets.
The leader of this group of Mongolian cavalry is the white-haired Naminfu.
The centurion elder he originally belonged to, Die'er, had died in the battle in Shandong. So after returning to the grassland, the entire thousand households were reorganized. Many centurions who participated in the war but performed mediocrely were severely punished. Only Na
Toshio was not punished, but the entire hundred households were transferred to Jebe's command.
Everyone knows that Zhebie is the most valued general under Genghis Khan and the Khan's sharp and accurate arrow.
This transfer was undoubtedly a promotion. The Great Khan had a deep friendship with Naminfu, a veteran warrior who had participated in the Battle of Thirteen Wings, so he deliberately gave Naminfu the opportunity to make meritorious deeds.
Of course, this is also thanks to Na Minfu's mediation in Shandong negotiations and finally brought back the fourth prince Tuo Lei.
But the series of changes during this period were still too hard for Naminfu. He was not happy to be promoted after a big defeat, but instead caused him to be so ashamed that his gray hair
, turned completely white in more than a year.
But Naminfu's men were very satisfied with this and were happy to follow Jebe to fight south.
For example, Captain Abel, who probably hadn't fought to his heart's content for a long time, was very excited and very involved. He kept laughing and shouting.
Amid laughter, the cavalry kept plucking their bowstrings and shooting arrows at the Khitan people running along the earth wall. Wherever the arrows hit, people kept falling to the ground, struggling and crawling on the ground.
Some people kowtowed to the Mongols desperately and begged them to spare their lives. But Abul led a few cavalrymen on horseback and trampled them and the wounded to death with their horses' hooves.
Seeing that this group of people were all dead, Abel turned his horse back and looked at the other place greedily.
That was in the direction farther away from the village. Two columns of Mongolian cavalry formed a loose formation, searching in a fan shape among the low bushes and haystacks. Occasionally, if a panicked Khitan man ran out, several Mongolians would appear at the same time.
The cavalrymen rushed over and competed with each other to see who could kill him first with their scimitars.
This kind of entertainment is rare on the grasslands. After all, there are too few people on the grasslands. Moreover, today is different from the past. Now every Mongolian is a member of Genghis Khan and cannot mess around.
Of course, except for slaves, you can kill them at will, but there are very few slaves among Naminfu's hundreds of households. After the defeat in Shandong, the number of people in the hundreds of households was insufficient, so Naminfu promoted many slaves from the family to Naker
, so that Abel felt depressed for a long time.
The Central Plains is better, there are so many people, we can never kill them all.
Abel looked at this scene excitedly, and then looked at Naminfu with some longing.
Naminfu didn't like this look very much. He felt that Abel seemed to be crazy and had forgotten that he was a herdsman. So he said coldly: "Let's go, we have to drag away the corpses in the village."
Abel felt a little regretful, but no one dared to disobey Jebe's order.
So they returned to the village and started dragging the dead man out, then randomly found a place that was not an eyesore and dumped him.
The corpses were still bleeding. The corpses lay scattered about, mixed with the black soil and withered yellow grass. Some of the people's faces were up, some were lying on their stomachs, and many people's eyes were still wide open, with full eyes.
In addition to fear, he seemed to be unwilling and angry.
After all the corpses were removed, Zhebie entered the village and took a look around.
He was very satisfied with the performance of the soldiers in quickly capturing the stronghold, and also very satisfied with the bravery of the Khitan slaves. So he announced that a celebration would be held in the stronghold, and the bravest warriors among the Khitan people would be selected and let him
Became a centurion to lead the Khitan people.
This will be the fifth Khitan centurion promoted by Jebe after he invaded the northeastern hinterland. The four previous ones all received generous rewards from Jebe, including money, horses, sophisticated weapons, and
He selected his subordinates one by one, as well as women.
Of course, there is also the respect of the Mongols, which is especially rare.
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Every Khitan looks forward to becoming the fifth centurion.
It was already night time, and the Mongols erected a large number of pine torches in the village and dug fire pits to barbecue beef and mutton. They gathered in the center of the village, next to the fortress still smoking, and chose a piece of ground soaked in blood.
They laid out felt blankets and horse clothes, and then summoned the Khitan war slaves from the outside and asked them to appear on the stage in teams, wrestling and fighting with each other to show their bravery.
But because the village cannot accommodate everyone, most Mongolians can only gather around the village, listen to the shouts inside, and speculate on the wonderful wrestling scenes.
In several hundred-man teams, the Mongolians who relied on their bravery were unhappy that the Khitans could perform in front of Jebie, so they started competing at home to vent their excessive energy.
They grabbed the soil and dead grass on the ground and threw it into the air, then spread their arms, pretending to be circling and flying over the grassland, bending their legs and jumping on the spot, keeping vigilant little by little, getting closer to each other, and then grabbing each other and hugging each other.
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In such a competition, the strong and huge Huga took advantage of him. He won several people in a row. He came back covered in sweat, and then licked the knife that Abul pulled out to show his respect to his captain.
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The envious eyes of many people were focused on Abel, which made Abel very proud.
He took out a few large pieces of dark cheese from the lapel of his fur coat and handed them to Huga. Huga happily took them and stuffed them all into his mouth.
But his movements suddenly stopped, and his eyes wandered so much that the crumbs of the cheese casing fell down.
Abel was a little dissatisfied and felt that Huga was not being rewarded enough, so he kicked him hard.
Hu Ga's legs were as thick as iron pillars. He didn't care at all, but continued to look at them blankly for several times.
His ears and eyesight were better than ordinary people, so Abel often used him as a hound, just like Naminfu commanded the hounds he raised.
At this moment, Hu Ga vaguely saw a figure shaking in the distance. He also heard a low groan and the frightened neighing of a war horse at the same time. However, it was too far away, and both the figure and the sound were gone in a flash.
Pass away.
Hu Ge didn't think about it at all and continued to chew cheese. He sat down next to Abel and put back on the huge oil-soaked felt robe hanging around his waist.
Han Xuan raised his hand in the direction that Hu Ga noticed but didn't care about.
Behind him, the shadowy queue stopped instantly.
In front of him, a soldier made a low guttural sound to calm a frightened Mongolian horse.
Another soldier with a fierce expression was holding down the mouth of a Mongolian knight with his hand, and then pulled the knife out of the knight's chest. While pulling out the knife, he let go and grabbed it flexibly.
A handful of sand was used to press the wound to prevent the bloody smell of blood from flying in the wind and attracting the attention of the Mongols.
"General manager, we can't go any further. This is the third Mongolian scout we've encountered. At the latest, after half a stick of incense has passed, their captain will be alert."