Whether the Mongolian army retreats or not actually has nothing to do with the war slaves.
Now that Baihu has issued a military order, as long as the war slaves carry it out with all their might, they will have to fight through mountains of swords and seas of fire. As for the rest, it is not their concern at all.
He fought hard like this without spending any money, and earned his status as a slave from the pile of corpses. Once he reaches his level, in the next step, only a small grace from Naminfu can make him become Na Ke'er and achieve a huge leap in status.
But most war slaves can't afford not to spend money like this. After all, these slaves were the old Jin army. Even though they were elites selected from the prisoners, their confidence was completely based on the coercion and support of the Mongols behind them.
As long as they have the backing of the Mongols, they will be the most ferocious hunting dogs and tireless murder weapons. But what if something happens to the Mongols? Their confidence, which is like an iron wall, will become fragile in an instant. With just one finger, it will collapse into the sea like an iceberg.
At this time, many people said that the Mongolian army had retreated, and many war slaves were immediately shaken. Some people were slashing and killing ferociously one moment, and hurriedly retreated the next moment. But they had just burst into smoke and burst into the rocks. When they wanted to retreat, they found that the road behind them was blocked by several new fireballs.
So they pushed and jostled each other, making a mess. Some people impatiently ran into the fire caused by the fireball, causing a series of big blisters on their faces and hands, and others followed suit happily.
In such fighting situations, morale waxes and wanes. The Mongolian war slaves were slightly discouraged, and Wen Qian roared wildly and led a counterattack.
Needless to say, the officers and men of the Ding Navy. The civil servants were not suitable for such situations of frontal fighting, but they had never seen the ferocity of the war slaves before. Now seeing that the war slaves were frustrated, they all had the idea of beating the drowned dog. Without waiting for Wen Qian's order, hundreds of people rushed over with swords and guns raised.
At this moment, if you don't spend money, you will naturally lead people to resist with all their strength. But the number of people around him was so small that he couldn't defeat ten of them one by one, and he was pushed back among the reefs in a blink of an eye.
As Wen Qian's men moved forward desperately, their room for movement became smaller and smaller. In the blink of an eye, everyone was scarred and their armor was broken. In such a fierce battle, people's physical exertion was even greater. Every moment, someone exhausted their physical strength, had their swords and guns knocked away, and immediately lost their lives.
Such a scene made the morale of the Ding navy officers even higher. They began to rush forward and fought closely with the Mongolian war slaves. They even used temporary wooden shields to push the queue and knock several enemies into the rocks. corner, and then slashed randomly.
Not long after, I don’t know at which point they were the first to be unable to resist, and all the war slaves turned around and ran away.
Qian Buhua shouted twice, but no one paid attention. He looked around at Huga's headquarters, but he couldn't see the giant man with yellow hair.
He cursed a few words, used all his strength, and thrust a pine torch held in his left hand into the enemy's face. The front end of the torch shattered, and a large cloud of sparks suddenly exploded. The two soldiers in front of him subconsciously backed away. He threw the straight knife away and ran back.
From the high point of the reef, someone threw stones, which hit the war slaves with bloody heads. His helmet, which cost nothing, was also hit. A whole armor leaf was dented by the smash. He only felt severe pain in his head and a warm feeling. Hot blood instantly flowed down his neck.
After breaking out of the reef group, it is directly on the slope. The war slaves broke down the Dinghai navy's defense line here, but at this moment, they didn't even have the confidence to regroup, and everyone continued to retreat.
Most of the war slaves had abandoned their torches. At this time, they could only rely on the stars and moonlight to illuminate them. Many people were running down the slope, their pace getting faster and faster. Some people yelled, and then rolled down, and there was a continuous scream. Wire.
Qian Buhua spotted a route that caused the fire ball to roll down, and ran along the unextinguished flames on the ground, occasionally grabbing a bush to slow down the downward momentum.
Qian did not spend money to read and write. When he was in the Xia Kingdom in his early years, he had read books and copied scriptures and laws for the nobles of the Dangxiang clan. But since he came to the Mongolian grassland, he forced himself not to think too much.
He felt that only by turning into an animal that couldn't think could he endure the pain that humans couldn't bear and survive in this hateful world. He actually sat like this.
But now he couldn't help but lament.
He didn't understand why people's fate was so rough. Why was it so difficult for a living person who just wanted to live like a dog or a horse. He firmly believed that the Mongols were invincible and considered it an undoubted truth. Therefore, he became more and more confused about why there were always people who did not understand this truth and were unwilling to simply die and achieve a job that cost nothing.
At this time, the war slave who was running away with him groaned, was hit by an arrow in the back of his head, and fell to the ground. Qian Buhua hurriedly ducked down, then turned his head and looked back. Unexpectedly, at this moment, a stone hit his feet, and the world was turned upside down in an instant.
The slope is not steep, so it was chosen by the Mongolian army as a breakthrough on the flank. But it's really uncomfortable to roll down like this. After three or five ups and downs, I feel dizzy without spending money.
After rolling for an unknown number of times, he stopped. His eyes were filled with darkness, his whole body was in pain, his hands and feet had no strength at all, and he couldn't regain his strength for a long time. It took a while to calm down, and then the dizzying feeling slowly disappeared.
He couldn't help but groan a few times, and then he heard the sound of hoofbeats and the panting of hounds.
Those were Naminfu Baihu's horses and his dogs.
The hounds arrived first. The dog snorted, picking at the armor on Qian Buhua's chest, and licked his face. Probably the salty smell of blood and sweat satisfied the dog, so it squatted down happily and continued to lick it two more times.
Hundreds of households are here to recruit people! Losing once is nothing, you will definitely have to attack again!
Don't think about spending money. Get up and salute.
He wanted to tell his master loudly that he could still fight and would never fail like this next time.
I tried it twice and it just didn’t work.
Every time he stood up, he felt a sharp stabbing pain in his back, and the strength he gathered immediately disappeared. Because of the pain, he shed tears and his vision became increasingly blurry.
Naminfu rode the horse, lowered his head, and looked at Qian Buhua's pale face, the broken armor, and his obviously twisted posture.
Naminfu sighed inwardly.
He likes not spending money very much, and has always hoped that one day, he can promote this clever man to be his own Nake'er. But for this failure, someone must take responsibility. At least, all the war slaves must be punished severely and let them know the consequences of retreating without authorization.
So he waved his hand.
A Mongolian knight came up, swung his whip and wrapped it around Qian Buhua's right leg. The horse started, and Qian Buhua's body was dragged to the ground, bumping and dragging along the way.
Once his body moved, Qian Buhua only felt that his back hurt more and more. He couldn't help but moan and begged with all his strength in the few Mongolian words he knew. The Mongolian knight was obviously very familiar with Qian Buhua, but he ignored him and continued to drag him.
He felt something hard and long, perhaps an arrow shaft or a broken blade, embedded in his back. As it was dragged along, the outer end of the thing repeatedly hit the ground, and the inner end pierced deeper and deeper, gradually becoming hot.
Wherever Qian Fuhua's back was dragged, blood flowed down a red path.
Naminfu looked at this scene with compassion and told his deputy, Captain Abel: "Among the war slaves, all those above ten captains will be put to death. Others, rest...well, rest with a leg of mutton." When it’s cooked, continue the attack!”
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