At noon on the fifth day, the sun was shining brightly on the Bashang grassland, and white clouds were floating in the blue sky. More than 200 large and small yurts appeared under a small hill.
To the west of the hillock, Huang Yi used his telescope to look closely at the place where the smoke was rising. Behind him were more than 4,000 warriors who had dismounted to rest and build up their strength.
It was an unsuspecting Haraqin tribe, and the camp was peaceful and peaceful.
The tribe has a population of eight to nine hundred, and its strength should be middle to lower. It has more than one hundred young and middle-aged knights and close to two hundred.
But there were not so many people in the camp at this moment. The tribal chief led a hundred knights to follow Seleng on the expedition.
The men, women, and children in the tribe were all looking forward to the victorious return of the knights, and they were all wondering how much food, cattle, sheep, women, and slaves the brothers and nephews would bring back.
All the Han slaves were working, fearing that they would be whipped by their masters if they did something wrong.
There were originally only one or twenty Han slaves in this tribe, but last winter and this spring the number increased by more than 200.
Basically, every Mongolian family snatched back one or two Han people as slaves, and most of them were healthy teenagers and middle-aged people.
Even so, there were still dozens of Han slaves who could not bear the abuse or could not adapt to the environment and died, while the rest were as haggard as walking zombies.
Suddenly, the sound of horse hooves sounded like thunder, which shocked everyone. They put down their work one by one and watched the huge cavalry team getting closer and closer.
At this moment, none of the family members of the Karaqin Tartars were afraid. Most of them thought that the Seleng troops and their relatives had returned.
Suddenly a uniform shout sounded:
"Governor Xuanda's standard barracks! Tiger! Tiger! Tiger!"
The Tatars in the camp immediately became a mess, shouting one after another, which in Chinese means: "Oh my God! It's an enemy attack. Run away!"
The shouting continued, and the Han slaves finally heard clearly.
"Han brothers and sisters, Xuan's army is coming to rescue you!"
"Kill the Karaqin Tartars!"
The loud noise was actually in Chinese, which was so deafening that a Han slave who was once a child asked in confusion: "Could it be that the imperial troops came out to sweep the north?"
"Xuan Dabiao Barracks is of course the military force of the imperial court!"
"There are so many cavalry that I can't even count them! Hahaha..., ten thousand victories! Ten thousand victories! Ten thousand victories for Xuandabiao Barracks!" Too many Han slaves shouted excitedly.
"Han brothers, get down quickly and put your hands on your head to avoid being accidentally killed!"
More than half of the Han slaves cried with joy, and the child-born Han slaves howled loudly: "Boooooooo! You guys know, oooooh, you guys have been waiting for Master Wang for a long time!"
Half a quarter of an hour later, thousands of cavalrymen left, leaving one or two hundred corpses in the messy camp.
The time has come for the Han slaves to take revenge.
"Dog Tatar, you have today too!"
"Spare your life, spare your life!"
"Bah! I can't spare you, go to hell!"
Huang Yi and Geng Zhanghua's cavalry were very busy, rushing to harm the next winter camp of the Karaqin Tatars and rescue the Han people there.
But the killings in this camp have not stopped!
"This knife is to avenge my mother, this knife is for my sister, this knife is for Erni..."
The revengeful Han people were somewhat cruel, and half of the men, women, and children in the original master's family were slaughtered.
Chang Yongliang led a hundred musketeers, spearmen and more than 20 families of herdsmen to begin to screen Han people and slaves and collect the spoils of war.
His task was to collect the population, cattle, sheep, and grain, and organize the Han people and slaves to use carts and wooden barriers to encircle the camp and defend it on the spot.
An hour later, another Karaqin tribe about sixty miles away from Chang Yongliang was also attacked. The person responsible for screening Han people and collecting slaves and loot was Kang Jing.
His task was not to defend on the spot, but to lead the Han people to drive prisoners and bring captured cattle, sheep, horses, grain, etc., to join forces with Chang Yongliang.
With one hundred and fifty musketeers and fifty pikemen, a defensive position was established, and two to three hundred young and middle-aged Han people, rescued slaves, and trapped herdsmen were mobilized.
Even if a thousand Karaqin Tatars were killed, they could hold on for three or two days.
With these few days, Huang Yi would be able to return his troops and destroy the invading enemies.
After killing four Karaqin tribes in succession, we were getting closer and closer to Seleng's lair, less than a hundred miles away.
The confident Huang Yi didn't need to be cautious, he just made it clear that he was going to plow the hole in Seleng's lair, and it didn't matter if he was discovered.
At such a speed, no one could save him in time.
With the poor organizational skills of the Tatars, even if they knew they were going to be attacked a few hours in advance, they would not be able to escape.
Our own strength is four to five times that of the enemy, and we have no worries about the enemy resisting.
The new tribes where the proletariat is the master are completely different. None of Huang Yi's newly appointed chiefs remained indifferent after receiving the notice to send troops.
They not only responded positively, but also brought as many people as possible with them. When they discovered that Huang Yi was leading the charge, these chiefs scrambled to be the first.
There is a huge disparity in strength, and each time they charge into a rampage with more than twenty times the force. This is not a war, but a complete one-sided massacre.
After wiping out several Karaqin tribes in succession, Huang Yi's men and horses only had a dozen minor injuries, three fell and broke bones, which could barely be considered serious injuries, and no one was killed.
The first warrior of the Hedanbaat'er tribe, Karitu, lived up to his reputation. He never fought empty-handed. Except for women, he would not kill them all.
This kid was simple-minded, and he followed Huang Yi to fight smoothly and kill happily. He seemed to have forgotten his mission and never mentioned when he would rescue Hedan Battle.
I don't know if it was because Zhang Dong explained the tactics clearly to him.
Before night, another Haraqin tribe was captured. Huang Yi's men refused to leave and camped on the spot. The rescued Han people and slaves were busy killing cattle and sheep...
Thousands of well-fed and well-fed knights crowded into the captured yurts and waited. Huang Yi also slept in his clothes. Next to him lay Geng Zhanghua, Geng Qi, Zhi, Shuang, Quan, Peng and so on.
Yang Shihu, Zhang Dong, Huang Dayong, etc. are responsible for patrolling and guarding.
Karatu, Bi Daxi, and Liu Chuanzong led 300 men to pursue and hunt down the fleeing Haraqin knights, and prisoners and trophies were returned one after another.
There were five battles a day, and he watched Huang Yi take the lead in every battle. Geng Zhanghua felt unhappy. At this time, the two of them were close at hand. He put his mouth close to Huang Yi's left ear and whispered:
"Just give me your opinion!"
Huang Yi also lowered his voice and said: "You are a commander, why are you so polite?"
"I am not only a commander, I will also be your double brother-in-law and your relative!"
Huang Yi smiled. After traveling to the Ming Dynasty, he should have made two friends, Li Weida and Geng Zhanghua. Geng Zhanghua was the one who spent the most time with them. Friendship definitely existed.
He nodded and said: "We are not relatives, but we are also comrades-in-arms and lords. We have the same deep feelings."
