The cheers of the soldiers sounded like a tide: "Win! Win! The Mongolian army has been defeated!"
After a brief silence, outside the valley and on the high slopes on the right side, the Mongolian cavalry who were covering and responding according to Jebe's instructions began to cry. Many of them slashed their chests and faces with swords, and then launched a fierce attack on Ding Haijun.
This onslaught was hopeless and could not last. After a while, the shouts of death completely subsided.
People began to hear clearly the groans of the wounded on the battlefield around Zhuzhe Mountain. The highly excited Huli Gai and Huang-headed Jurchens were still killing the injured Mongolians, and by the way they also killed the seriously injured ones. It seemed that
A companion who cannot be saved.
While killing people, they stripped off their clothes and collected weapons and armor. Many of the corpses left behind were stripped clean wherever they passed.
Zhebie's head was chopped off, held by the yellow-headed Jurchen boy, and presented to Han Xuan who was sitting at the rear.
When the young man approached, Wang Bao'er, who was accompanying Han Xuan, was startled and looked at Li Yun with wide eyes.
It turned out that he recognized this young man. When he and Li Yun were chased by the barbarians at Hesihan Pass and had to roll down the cliff, this young man was one of the barbarians who besieged Wang Bao'er. At that time,
That fierce energy made Wang Bao'er very embarrassed.
I never thought that within a short period of time, this young man would become a master at killing enemies and making meritorious deeds. Thanks to Li Yun for having such a method!
The boy had the same appearance as other yellow-headed Jurchens, but his hair was tied up in a bun imitating Han'er, and he was wearing a gray military uniform worn by soldiers of the Ding Navy. When he approached, the Ding Navy soldiers lined up on both sides of Han Xuan
The soldiers, with their solemn and orderly aura, made him a little scared and his steps slowed down a bit.
But the soldiers immediately laughed, and some people applauded him. This made his face almost shine, and with a mixture of pride and pride, he raised his head higher.
Ding Haijun’s control over these yellow-headed jurchens was due to the middle of this year.
In the past six months, the Ding Haijun has completely proven its strength. In the eyes of these barbarian tribes, the Jurchens are already powerful conquerors, and the Mongols are more powerful than the Jurchens. But the Ding Haijun formed by the Haners is not only powerful,
And friendly, wealthy and generous.
When such a force is willing to accept the Yellow-headed Jurchens and integrate them into one, who would refuse? Occasionally, there are some tribes who do not understand the reason and intend to maintain their independence in Ding Haijun, and want to use the power of Ding Haijun to enrich their own tribes
, has long been solved by Li Yun.
It is not easy to plot against these uncivilized savages with Han's strategies that have been used to fight against people for thousands of years. In just a few months, many tribes of the Yellow-headed Jurchens were wiped out several times, and the rest were all
He has deeply admired the Han family's clothing system.
At this moment, looking at the young man's expression, there is no doubt that he is one of them.
When the young man approached, Han Xuan stood up and greeted him.
He hadn't taken a few steps when Li Yun suddenly came forward, held his right arm, and said with a little force, "How's it going?"
Han Xuan nodded slightly: "Don't worry."
He fought continuously from the surprise attack to the retreat, and suffered several wounds on his body. Before he retreated to the valley where he was stationed in Zhishan Mountain, he was hit by a heavy arrow from a Mongolian sharpshooter, which grazed his side. Although the injury was not serious, he was bandaged urgently.
The medicine was applied, but the skin and flesh were inevitably bruised. He had lost a lot of blood at this time, and although he tried hard to keep himself up, his face was already pale.
After a pause, Han Xuan smiled at Li Yun and said, "Thanks to you guys this time, I will treat you to a drink when we gather our troops to celebrate."
Li Yun laughed, and Han Xuan said again: "However, most of the Mongolian army is still there, so we can't drink more. How about one cup per person?"
"Okay, then let's have a cup each."
Han Xuan was among the top ten generals among the military men of Ding Haijun. Because he also served as the defense envoy of Liaohai, although he was not ranked high among the six military commanders, he had great authority.
The Ding Navy was expanding too fast, and most of these generals had no experience of being on their own. Therefore, the Mongols suddenly attacked earlier, and the Liaohai Defense Department, which was established not long ago, was of course panic-stricken. Even the generals themselves were inevitably a little less confident.
Who would have thought that the battle would be won so quickly?
Of course, the emergency support of generals such as Li Yun, Pu Suliemeng and Xiao Mole contributed to this, but the real key was that Han Xuan personally launched the raid as a major general and attracted Zhebie to pursue him. He risked
Take the biggest risk and make the biggest contribution.
Han Xuan inspected Zhebei's head and ordered it to be circulated throughout the army.
The young man watched this situation happily, but unexpectedly Han Xuan suddenly said: "What is your name? One hundred pieces of silk, I will give it to you when you return to Gaizhou City! In today's battle, everyone has merit, I will let the lieutenant general
Report it to Ambassador Guo Xuan...you also have a share!"
In the eyes of the yellow-headed Jurchens, Li Yun was already a very high-status figure, and Han Xuan's status seemed to be even higher than Li Yun's.
That was a bit beyond his imagination, so when he first heard Han Xuan's pleasant words, he couldn't react at all and just stood there in a daze.
Li Yun said from the side: "This is Angier. His father is Absha, the head of the branch of the Ulugu tribe."
"Angier?"
Han Xuan looked at the boy's extraordinarily yellow hair and smiled: "Does this name mean yellow duck?"
The young man nodded heavily and shouted in fluent Chinese: "I am a yellow duck! The big one!"
The officers and soldiers gathered around Han Xuan were stunned for a moment, and then they realized what they were doing. Everyone laughed, and several officers shouted: "Kill Zhebie!"
There was a lot of noise all around, and thousands of people cheered in Chinese, Jurchen, or some unpopular Northeastern dialect: "Kill Zhebie!"
The officers shouted again: "The big yellow duck has killed Zhebie!"
Thousands of people followed in unison: "The big yellow duck killed Zhebie! Angier killed Zhebie!"
These Huli Gai people or yellow-headed Jurchens had been fighting each other like wild beasts for many years before joining the Dinghai navy. What they had was only barbarism and what they relied on was barbarism. Therefore, they would not cry out in pain when they were injured, and they would not cry out in pain when they died.
Think of it as sleep. They get nothing from the battle, but they think that is all.
But at this moment, under the moonlight, many of them got extra joy from the battle.
Thousands of people raised their swords and guns in their hands and called out a name together. This name came from one of them, so this honor also made them feel the same and they became particularly happy.
In the dead of night, the cheers of these soldiers stationed at Zhuzhi Mountain spread far away and could be heard more than ten miles away.
In Gaizhou City, some residents were disturbed, and candles were lit in many houses, causing a burst of commotion. Immediately, the defenders on the city banged their clappers and said repeatedly: "General Manager Han won the battle! We are sure that the navy will win.
Killed the Mongols!"
As a result, the people gradually became peaceful again.
In the wilderness far away from the cities and settlements, many Khitan people escaped from the Mongolian army camp, but they didn't know where to go. They just hunched over and ran around in the darkness covered by woods and shrubs.
Suddenly, cheers of victory were heard, and someone fell to the ground, kicking and bouncing and crying.
Some people wonder: "That Zhebie is a brave general under Genghis Khan! We have all seen that man's shooting skills and bravery! How could he lose? How could he die? Let me wait for a while and find out more tomorrow morning.
one time……"
More people rushed to tell each other: "The Mongols are defeated! Defeated! Since they are defeated, they must retreat! Do you understand? The Mongols must flee!"
More and more people are holding on to the daggers or wooden sticks in their hands, gritting their teeth: "They have killed so many of us! They have killed so many of us, do you still want to run away!"
According to historical and geographical records of the Jin Dynasty, Angjiluo, also known as Yuanyangluo. Angjir means mandarin duck in Mongolian, and Angjiluo is now Anguli Naoer in Zhangbei County. But in Manchu, anggir means yellow duck.
Its meaning and pronunciation are similar to those in Mongolia. According to Manchurian Kaori, the Manchu language for wild duck, which is big and yellow in color, was originally called Angji.