While Abel was praising Huga's strength, the wrestling match was still going on.
Naminfu was not as energetic as his companions. He called a Khitan war slave to come over and clean his sword and gun. He chose a place near the bonfire, spread the floor with a felt blanket, put his head on the back of the hound, and covered a corner of the felt blanket.
When I put it on my face, I fell asleep quickly.
This Mongolian army set out from the grassland a month and a half ago, arrived at Beijing Road more than ten days ago, and marched non-stop into Liaodong. No matter who it was at this moment, they all looked dirty and smelled sour. Their blankets were usually stacked
It is placed under the saddle, so the smell of sweat, blood, and even feces and urine is mixed with the smell of livestock. If anyone comes close to it, it will inevitably cover its nose and vomit.
But the Mongolian people have long adapted to it. They usually graze and migrate in the grassland. Many of them don't take a bath from birth to adulthood, and their hair is all caked and tangled. They don't care, let alone the small hardships they face.
However, fatigue is always inevitable. The tenacity and resistance of the Mongols also comes from their ability to take a rest at any time no matter how bad the environment is. So while Naminfu was snoring, many knights also fell asleep.
Suddenly, the hound got up and barked wildly.
Naminfu suddenly woke up from his sleep, rolled his hands on the ground, and looked around. He saw fire and smoke rising from the west, north, and south of the camp at the same time. He heard the shouts of killing getting closer and closer. He felt his heart pounding.
It seemed like time had stopped for a moment, but it quickly returned to normal.
"The enemy is attacking at night and they are going to fight! You guys go and lead the horses! Others, pick up their bows and arrows!"
He shouted to the people around him, and then kicked the Khitan war slave beside him: "Bring me my bow and arrow and iron spear quickly!"
The Khitan war slave was probably hungry and panicked, so his hands and feet were weak. He was kicked by Na Minfu and staggered, so he used his hands and feet to move towards the bonfire.
Naminfu didn't bother to wait for him, he held the short bone-cutting knife in his hand and rushed towards the west where the killing sound was loudest.
That's where the Wu Lachi people keep their horses. Once the horses become restless, the chaos will become big!
His judgment was correct, the enemy was really heading for the horses.
He had only taken a dozen steps, when hundreds of horses neighed wildly in front of him and trampled past him. There were also people on horseback who were urging them on, holding burning blankets and straw bales and throwing them everywhere.
In this gloomy weather, the snow particles are about to fall. It is not easy to start a fire, but the smoke is always inevitable. In the middle of the night, the smoke is lingering. One of Naminfu's eyes was injured by a knife, and the eyelid was torn and could not be closed. This
After a while, I was suffocated by the smoke, and immediately burst into tears and felt dizzy.
He held the dagger tightly in his hand and rushed forward quickly, trying to catch the horses that had not yet fled, but he could only hear the rumble of hoofs as they flew past him from left to right.
There was a Nak'er who was shouting and following closely behind Naminfu, but was stabbed by the knight who was stabbing him diagonally.
The blade followed the galloping momentum of the horse, so violently. With this cut, half of Na Ke'er's body was cut open. He let out a scream and rolled to the ground, with his internal organs flowing out from the huge wound on his side.
Everyone is too scattered. If this continues, it will only become more and more chaotic!
Naminfu shouted: "Come to me! Everyone forms a team and goes together..."
He wanted to say to go to the horse pen quickly, but the enemy set off smoke and fire in a premeditated manner. The smoke got into his throat and made him cough repeatedly. He couldn't finish the second half of the sentence.
He tried his best to keep his other eye wide open, and continued to run forward for two steps. Suddenly, another horse rushed forward. The knight on the horse held a sword in one hand and a shield in the other, and controlled the bareback horse with only his legs.
, swing your sword and cut.
The long knife fell like lightning. Naminfu had no time to dodge, so he held the handle of the short knife with both hands and struck hard. With a loud bang, his short knife almost broke, and the violent impact pressed down, causing his wrists and shoulders to break.
At the same time, I was in severe pain and had to kneel down on one knee.
At the moment when he knelt down, the knight with sword and shield rode past him, and several more knights galloped past him. The knights on the horses all carried bows and arrows, showing off their power and rushing around.
Naminfu stared at the back of the sword and shield knight, assessed the direction, and threw the dagger hard. It was deep in the night and foggy, and he didn't know whether he had killed or injured the enemy.
When his hands were empty, he felt a little dazed again.
It's obvious that the horse pen has been destroyed, and the enemy has simply figured out where to come from! The cavalry in charge of sentry duty today was so negligent, every one of them should be beheaded!
But what should I do if I don’t go to the horse pen? Damn it, where is my captain? Shouldn’t I blow the horn quickly and gather the crowd to resist?
Just as he was thinking this, the sound of loud trumpets sounded from several directions at the same time.
Na Minfu turned his anger into joy: Okay, okay, the captains are ready to fight back!
Several thousand captains under Jebe's command were all brave young men promoted by Genghis Khan, and they all had the experience of drinking the river water together when Genghis Khan was defeated by Tuoli Khan and retreated from the Banjuni River.
This kind of well-established young man has many opportunities to make meritorious deeds and can be promoted quickly, but his experience is indeed not as rich as that of veteran warriors like Na Minfu.
However, from the time they suddenly encountered the enemy, it only took Naminfu to run dozens of steps. The speed of their reaction was already very fast! What followed was a crisp fight to tear the enemies who dared to provoke into pieces.
!
Naminfu turned around and ran back, planning to meet his captain in the camp.
I was lucky. After running a few steps, I ran into a hound barking wildly. Naminfu's Khitan war slave, holding a bow and arrow in one hand and an iron spear in the other, followed the hound.
Naminfu praised him twice, took the weapons in his hands, and said: "When this battle is over, I will let you be my Zha Lawu!"
The so-called "Zha Lawu" means to be a slave. Naminfu's original slave money was not spent. After his death in Shandong, this spot has been vacant. It is considered that Naminfu, a centurion, can give the most to the war slaves.
promoted.
The Khitan man nodded repeatedly and stood behind Na Minfu again.
When Naminfu was about to call out to others, he suddenly felt that the shouts of killing one after another in the camp were a bit strange.
No, no, that's not a cry to kill, it's a cry to those Khitan people!
They are saying that they will only kill the Mongols and not the Khitans. This is provocation!
Naminfu didn't speak Chinese or Jurchen, so when he heard the shouts of Han'er and Jurchen on the battlefield, they were just wild shouts of unknown meaning. But Khitan is quite close to Mongolian.
, Naminfu can barely understand it.
He immediately grabbed the Khitan war slave in front of him and shouted loudly: "Let all the Khitan people sit still! Those who sit still at this time will be heavily rewarded afterwards!"
The Khitan war slave nodded repeatedly, took a deep breath, and was about to call out.
At this moment, both of them saw Abel wielding a knife and cutting down a Khitan man who was trying to escape to the ground.
"All Khitans who surrender to the enemy will die!"
Abul shouted loudly and ran towards the Khitan camp not far away where many people fled suddenly. Huga and other subordinates also followed, and they also danced wildly with the long knives in their hands. Their actions aroused the simultaneous reaction of many Mongolians, many of whom
People even shouted: "The Khitans are unreliable, kill them first, and then kill the enemy!"
Something bad happened!
Na Minfu felt a chill in his heart.
As the scale of the war continued to expand, more and more subordinate tribes were driven by the Mongols. Genghis Khan went south this time, using soldiers and horses from several subordinate tribes such as the Gaochang Uighurs and Wanggu, and also mobilized troops from Muhuali
Received the new vassal armies of Khitan and Han.
The Mongols regarded these subordinate tribes as dogs and horses. But how to manage them had its own unique requirements.
Many of Naminfu's tribesmen came from the vassal tribes that Genghis Khan forced to surrender when he conquered the Xia Kingdom, so he had great experience in this. He knew that sometimes, extreme fear and high pressure must be exerted;
Give them a little hope, give them a little hope.
It's like training a dog, whips and bones are indispensable.
Zhebie did a very good job. Because he himself was from a tribe affiliated with the Chiwutai tribe in Mongolia, he naturally understood the secrets involved. After forcing the Khitan people to fight each other, he immediately selected centurions from among the victors.
Granting special honor is both comfort and inducement. But now...
The Khitan people in front of them were, after all, just a temporary team. They were originally tribesmen from Ding Haijun. They lived in various villages according to Ding Haijun's instructions. They only took refuge with the Mongols for a day or two, and they had just been incited to become barbaric in their hearts.
, but there is no conviction and no loyalty at all!
When their old master calls, we can intimidate and win over them, but we cannot show any suspicion towards them.
But Abel, this idiot, actually kills people without hesitation? He has killed too many people and his mind is confused! This will make the Khitan people collapse!
If all the Khitans fled, the loss would be much greater than hundreds of horses!
