Flag Din Butoha was lucky. He led sixteen armored soldiers holding leather shields and easily entered the large vehicle formation without encountering any resistance.
At this time, everyone was screaming and rushing in Huang Yi's direction.
Because the shouts of killing are loud here.
Because it's so bright here.
It was a rocket that ignited two carts containing hay and set them on fire. The old, weak, women and children hiding nearby were unable to put out the fire, so they had to push the other carts farther away.
The slave Tatars can see it, and the resisters can also see it clearly.
As a result, bows, arrows, spears, throwing axes, and even stones were thrown and thrown at random. The slaves and Tatars were inspired to kill anyone on sight, and the resisters who refused to be killed were fighting for their lives.
The melee continues, killing, killing, killing!
Huang Yi didn't know how many enemies he had killed, nor how many of his own people had died, let alone how many blows he had received. He only felt that there seemed to be fewer and fewer enemies.
I feel pain everywhere in my body.
Fortunately, the strength is still there and I can still fight.
Huang Yi, who had been shot with arrows, stabbed with spears, and chopped with knives several times, was protected by stab-proof clothing, military helmets, goggles, and bulletproof vests without any injuries or bleeding.
He was so excited that he was so excited that he felt invincible for a moment!
After cutting down a Tatar in front of him to the ground, and temporarily unable to see any enemies, he shouted again: "Where are the Tatars and slaves? I haven't killed enough yet!"
People are like this. At the beginning, Huang Yi was thinking about how to shoot cold arrows to snipe the enemy.
The face-to-face fighting began, and after a while he was stimulated by the flying blood, and his reason disappeared without a trace. At this moment, he was so crazy that he only wanted to chop off the enemy's head.
"You guys are looking for it too!" Huang Dazhi's voice came.
Huang Yi asked: "How many more people do we have?"
"I don't know!" Huang Dayong replied.
"Master, come quickly, there are two enemies running out here!" Huang Daquan shouted.
Kill someone and still want to run away? How can it be so cheap? Huang Yi shouted:
"Everyone who chases must be spared their lives. No one will be spared."
Huang Dapeng handed Huang Yi's crossbow and said, "Master, your crossbow."
Huang Yi took it and looked at it, and found that the crossbow had been strung and loaded. He praised:
"Well done, from now on you will follow me and help me get my equipment!"
Huang Dapeng happily agreed: "I obey, little one!"
"We won, we won!" Huang Dazhi felt that running and chasing was not enough, and said loudly: "Dayong, Amuguleng, and Agudamu, let's all get on our horses and charge forward, trying to win more horses."
The victory was decided, and it was indeed time for the generals to pursue the enemy bravely. Huang Yi issued an order: "Everyone who can ride a horse will follow me to attack!"
Huang Yi has been running rampant in the array of cars, like a murderous god.
There were probably more than 500 young men, old men and women who witnessed Huang Yi roaring and fighting.
He is everyone's courage, and his voice has become a stimulant at this time!
Hearing Huang Yi shouting, although most people couldn't understand it, even though the place was in a mess, everyone knew that their side had won the battle and the enemy had escaped.
Everyone dared to kill a drowned dog, and immediately no less than forty young men and old men ran to lead the horse.
The women and the old and the weak were also aroused. Several seriously injured Tatars who were still alive became the targets of their anger and were almost torn to pieces, which directly resulted in no prisoners.
The reason why Huang Yi ordered to continue the pursuit was not to expand the results, but to seize as many horses and equipment as possible.
The enemy's horses must be left under guard, but the seven or eight people left behind are all wounded, and none of them are minor injuries.
oh! No, there is one person who is not a wounded person. He is Aha Zhangdong from Yabahai.
Agudamu, Amuguleng, Huang Dayong and other dozens of horses rushed towards them. The manpower left by Yabahai basically had no fighting power. They all fled when they heard the sound of horse hooves.
Huang Yi originally took the lead and staged a show of leading by example.
It's just that his riding skills were a bit poor, and Agudamu and Huang Dayong were grateful, so they deliberately drove their horses forward to block Huang Yi.
So Huang Yi finished last.
He was self-aware and decided not to pursue him. He immediately stopped Huang Dayong and Huang Dazhi and allowed the two Agudamu brothers, some twenty Mongolian teenagers, and seventeen or eighteen old knights to pursue them.
All those who could run ran away, leaving only eight or nine seriously injured people who could not ride horses, begging for a last hit to end the pain.
Huang Yi couldn't understand what those Tatars were saying. He asked Huang Dayong loudly and found out the situation. He said: "Kill those who can't be saved and bandage those who can!"
Several teenagers immediately checked one by one and translated Huang Yi's words into Mongolian.
Those seriously injured were from Harbala and Kachagute. After learning the purpose of Huang Dayong and the others, they immediately stopped begging for additional blows and hoped to be judged as saved.
But hope is not available to everyone. Four seriously injured people who were vomiting blood or had broken intestines were beheaded.
The five seriously injured people, whose internal injuries did not appear to be very serious, were given the treatment of having their wounds sutured and re-bandaged.
Three of these five people are from the Kachagute tribe and two are from the Harbala tribe.
A seriously injured member of the Harbala tribe named Exun Zhaqin also asked Huang Dayong about the safety of his family.
After learning that the Hedanbaat'er tribe did not massacre any of the Harbala tribesmen who surrendered, but killed more than a dozen in the night attack launched by Jiannu, I felt regretful.
Suddenly, a man shouted loudly in the dark: "Master, the little one is Han. Come out and surrender. Master, please don't shoot arrows!"
Of course this person is Zhang Dong.
He can ride a horse, and there are many horses under his care. Why not lead a few horses and escape together?
There's a reason for that!
The establishment of slaves was not only strict in military discipline, but also cruel in treating slaves.
He went into battle, but his master failed to come back. If his slave came back, there would be no way for him to survive.
But under special circumstances a slave can avoid death.
That is the body of the master that the slave brought back after all the hard work.
Therefore, Zhang Dong clearly knew that his master had been defeated and his life and death were unknown, but he was unwilling to escape alone and hid in the bushes to peek.
If he could see his master, he would definitely run away with him.
Unexpectedly, he actually heard Chinese and understood it. He also judged from the tone of the person speaking Chinese that that person should be the leader.
Several Mongolians were so seriously injured that they did not kill them directly but gave them treatment. Zhang Dong, who believed that they could survive, stopped hiding and boldly spoke out.
Huang Dayong reacted quickly and immediately grabbed Huang Yi and raised his leather shield.
Huang Dazhi immediately ran over and grabbed Zhang Dong.
Zhang Dong kowtowed as if pounding garlic, and said, "Sir, please spare my life. The younger one is Han, and the younger one has never killed anyone."
"Stand up and answer me properly!"
"I obey, little one!"
Huang Yi looked at Zhang Dong, who was about 1.7 meters tall and had whip marks on his face, and felt that this young man should be older than Huang Dazhi and Huang Dayong.
Asked: "What's your name and how old are you?"
"The younger one's name is Zhang Dong, he's sixteen years old."
"Do you know the current almanac?"
This has always been what Huang Yi wants to know most, but until now he has never met anyone who understands.
Zhang Dong said cautiously: "Is it the Ming Dynasty or the Jin Dynasty?"
"Say it all!"
"The second year of Chongzhen in the Ming Dynasty and the third year of Tiancong of the Jin Dynasty. Today is September 17th."
It turned out to be the second year of Chongzhen, Huang Yi thought to himself. He knew that the lunar calendar was used at this time, and if calculated according to the Gregorian calendar, it would probably be close to November.
