At the same time that Zhang Rong stood up, hundreds of households in Mongolia suddenly felt a strong wind blowing in front of them.
These hundred households are also experienced warriors. Before the person could react, his body had already subconsciously leaned back. When his back hit the ground, he immediately rolled over.
Lean back so that your body is hidden behind the horse and livestock; and after turning sideways, you can either continue to crawl, or leap onto the horse, or half-crouch on the ground to explore the situation. This is the most standard reaction of Mongolians when encountering enemies on foot.
Although no one has ever deliberately emphasized it, this is a little trick passed down from generation to generation on the grasslands. Every Mongolian's movements are the same, the only difference lies in the level of vigilance and the speed of movements.
This Mongolian household dared to provoke murder, so naturally they had already concentrated on it, preparing to deal with various situations. They dodged and turned back with extremely fast movements, and then rolled over...
Um? Not flipped.
It turned out that the strong wind just now was not an arrow, but a thick iron rod being thrown across the sky.
The iron rod probably weighed no more than a dozen kilograms, and was like a pile, hammered deeply into the soft ground by the river. And this deeply penetrated position is right between the legs of hundreds of Mongolian households. When one hundred households in Mongolia turned over, their legs were caught by iron rods, and they had to lie down on their backs.
The iron rod trembled slightly, as if it was shaking the groins of hundreds of Mongolian households. The feeling was really...
It's so close and it's so accurate.
Hundreds of households in Mongolia broke into a sweat. He was a little lucky, but suddenly thought, if the iron rod's landing point changed slightly, wouldn't his family be in big trouble? Then he understood that this move was so accurate, and there was really a master in the opponent's army! It would be easy for such a person to kill him, but the way he lay on his back was no different from waiting to die!
His reaction was really fast. He immediately stopped moving and just yelled: "Stop! Stop! Don't kill anyone!"
Thanks to the command of the Mongolian army, nearly a hundred Mongolian cavalry were rushing towards the people. They had already accelerated their horses and gathered strength with swords in their hands. At this moment, they heard the order from hundreds of households to stop and quickly reined in their horses.
Nearly a hundred war horses were restrained by their reins, and they were all irritable and neighing.
The rider on the outermost side was busy controlling the horse, when he suddenly saw a strange man with his face wrapped in linen rushing out in front of him, pointing his bow and arrow at him, so he threw away his scimitar and held the bow against him on horseback.
The two faced each other for an instant, with no one daring to move.
But after a hundred households in Mongolia shouted these two sentences, their eyes suddenly darkened.
It wasn't that they were attacking again, but that there were several robes tied loosely at the other end of the iron rod.
The iron bar fell to the ground, and the several robes were spinning on the top of the iron bar, spinning and turning, and one fell down.
It hit Mongolia Baihu in the lower abdomen, then the second one, and the third one.
This robe was very heavy. After being hit three times, Mongolia Baihu felt that his intestines were about to break. He curled up and groaned a few times. The knots on the three robes were also knocked apart, revealing the contents inside.
Even in the face of threats, hundreds of households in Mongolia turned their heads. The other two hundred households beside him were also stunned and stared at them.
After the robes were spread out, what was piled on the bellies of the Mongolian households and rolled down to his sides were all gold, silver and gems. They were all treasures that shone attractively in the sun, including red corals. , there are big pearls looming, there are short pure gold staffs inlaid with precious stones, there are twelve gold collars with curved heads and waistbands...
The Mongolian army entered the Central Plains and looted everywhere, earning extremely rich profits. But when it comes to every ordinary household, there may be a number of slaves, cattle, horses and livestock, a number of weapons, and a number of silks and cloths. Such valuable gold and jewelry shells are really uncommon!
No, not only is it uncommon, I have never seen it in my life.
Common sense and instinct told them that these gold, jewels and treasures were priceless, much more expensive than the slaves, cattle, horses and livestock in their hands combined. These treasures were at least the rewards that only Qianhu Nayan, who had a very high status, could receive from Genghis Khan!
Those Qianhu Nayans can only have one, two, three or five in their hands, right? There are three large packages here!
For a time, several hundred households were all dumbfounded. They couldn't open their eyes, and their heartbeats were pounding loudly.
Around them, dozens of Mongolian knights were also stunned. Some wiped their saliva, while others wiped their eyes and looked again.
Monk Luo swaggered up to them and withdrew the iron rod.
Several Mongolians looked at Monk Luo warily. They felt that this man was like a black bear. He seemed to be smiling and a little naive, but his murderous intent was restrained and he posed a huge threat.
When he stepped forward, many soldiers emerged from the boats moored on the Xiaoqing River, all holding bows and knives, staring at the place eagerly.
"Amitabha!" Monk Luo shouted the Buddha's name: "God has the virtue of a good life. For the remaining old, weak, sick and disabled, Sajia will use these gold, jewelry and shells to exchange for them!"
Zhao Xuan quickly spoke in Mongolian.
The hundreds of Mongolian households said without hesitation: "Change!"
The Mongols are brave and bloodthirsty, but they are not stupid. He wanted to kill a few guys to vent his anger, but he couldn't help it. But if there are more than a thousand Han'er left in exchange for such great benefits... the anger in his chest cannot be suppressed.
Now in this situation, the fourth prince is in the enemy's hands, and all the faces of the thousands of households who can speak shrink their heads. It's just a hundred households, why should there be more trouble?
What's more, the cost of redeeming the fourth prince is not small, and many supplies stored in Jinan City are about to be taken out. In this way, we are busy in Shandong in vain. At this moment, who can refuse such a big temptation?
Zhao Xuan did not expect this Mongolian family to be so decisive and was still in a daze.
Hundreds of households in Mongolia kept saying: "Change! I said change, these things are all mine!"
Monk Luo nodded.
In an instant, the Mongolian cavalry flew away like the wind, leaving no one behind, and hundreds of households were all smiling.
The people inside and outside the fence were stunned for a moment.
After a while, an unkempt young man emerged from the crowd outside the fence. The young man looked at the soldiers in front of him and took a tentative step toward the fence.
The soldiers did not stop them, but waved their hands and said: "Go, go, get everyone out, we are going to get on the boat! It will be safe if we go to Laizhou!"
The young man ran away and hugged a middle-aged scholar sitting in the fence. He rushed too hard and threw the middle-aged scholar to the ground. The middle-aged scholar was so thin that only his skeleton was left. He struggled several times and could not get up.
Fortunately, the young man reacted and quickly helped the middle-aged scholar up.
"Father, let's go to Laizhou!" he shouted with a cry.
The middle-aged scholar was a little restrained and seemed a little dazed. He looked at the fleet and opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.
During the days after the fall of Jinan Prefecture, many people looked forward to the day of relief. Under the whips and scimitars of the Mongols, they faced only endless humiliation and the threat of death at any time. How many days ago? How many people have died in the originally densely populated Jinan Mansion! How many people are alive, but life is worse than death!
Oh my god, these nightmare days have passed, the Mongols have been defeated, and everyone has been saved!
The common people inside and outside the fence gathered together again. They supported each other and slowly came out, whispering to each other and pointing to the soldiers in front of them and the fleet on the Xiaoqing River.
More and more people laughed, some cried and shouted, some jumped holding their relatives, many people said: "Laizhou Dingjun defeated the Mongols! Let's go to Laizhou!"
It's getting late and sailing at night is very troublesome.
Liu Yue came from behind, sent people to stop the celebration, and arranged to board the ship according to the previous division of teams.
More than a thousand more people were accepted, and every ship had to be filled. Fortunately, it only takes a few days to go out to sea from Xiaoqinghe and then transfer to Haicang Town. These people have suffered enough and will not mind this difficulty.
Zhao Xuan was a little suspicious.
He had followed Monk Luo for several years, and he knew very well that the monk had no money left on hand and was a poor monk. But if I have any savings, I spend them all on good food and drink.
"Ahem..." He coughed twice and said to Monk Luo: "Master, these money..."
Monk Luo waved his hand and said nonchalantly: "The fleet passed Zouping the night before yesterday. There was a local Khitan general named Shi Mobedie'er. He went out to plunder money and supplies in recent days, causing great anger and resentment. The Sa family felt itchy hands. So they led a raid on Zouping, chopped off his head, and robbed him of all the property he had collected... That was really a huge windfall!"
Monk Luo was originally in Hebei, robbing homes and houses, but later changed his identity to an official army, and did not open for a long time. It was rare that he repeated his old tricks and robbed a particularly fat one.
"You were in the front team at the time, so I didn't have time to talk to you. In a moment, you go to the back and take a look. There are many more gold beads like these just now! I really didn't expect at that time how could Shi Mobedier, a Khitan, come from such a state? Great gathering ability!”
Monk Luo later found out the reason for this by questioning the prisoners overnight.
It turned out that what was gathered in the hands of Shi Mobedier was not just his own private collection. There are also the gains from the earlier surrendered generals such as Zhao Yan, Yang Wan, and Jiata Lahun who followed the Mongolian army and killed them across Hebei. After these loyal Mongolian dogs surrendered to the Mongols, they led the troops to conquer the north and south and fought hard to save them. All belongings.
As the three generals were killed one after another, all these belongings were forcibly taken away by Shi Mobedie'er.
In the past few days, because the fourth prince was captured while dragging mines, the Mongolian army had to spend all his money to redeem his people. So Na Minfu also instructed Shi Mo Bedier to do his best to plunder inside and outside Zizhou, so that after Tuo Lei escaped, he could slightly compensate Qianhu Nayan.
Since Shi Mo Bedier surrendered to Mongolia, he naturally carried out his troops in front of the troops and worked diligently at the back. He immediately dispatched troops to scrape the ground three feet away.
But he didn't expect that Monk Luo's troops would come from Xiaoqing River by boat and go around Zouping City. In Monk Luo's eyes, the Mongolian army had been defeated. What did Shi Mobedie's surrender mean?
It’s okay if he doesn’t cause trouble, but if he causes trouble now, he will fall into the eyes of Monk Luo...
Monk Luo, with only fifty men, raided Zouping City where Shi Mobedie'er was entrenched in the early night, with overwhelming force. In the middle of the night, before the Khitan man could get up from his bed, Monk Luo's iron rod fell straight down, causing his forehead to burst with red and white.
Because it was private work and illegal work, very few manpower was used. Monk Luo had no time to move the food and supplies in Shimo Bideer's hands, so he only swept away the gold, pearls and treasures he had painstakingly collected.
At this time, these gold beads were used to redeem the Han people, and they were well used.
"Tell me, why is it such a coincidence?"
Monk Luo touched his scalp, thoughtfully. He wanted to quote a few lines from Buddhist scriptures and talk about the principles of fateful encounter, but found that he had long forgotten those awkward sentences, and in the end he just shouted the Buddha's name to get rid of the problem.
All the people were saved, and Zhao Xuan was very happy.
He showed the face of a Hebei opera bandit and shouted angrily: "Master, even if I was in the front team at that time, I still had my share of the money! It was your idea to use gold, beads and money to redeem people, and I can't get my share. not enough!"
Can this be said publicly? We are all officers and soldiers now!
Monk Luo raised his thick eyebrows and glared at Zhao Xuan majestically.
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By the way, I forgot when I updated the last chapter that there is a new leader.
Thank you @子素Ling master! The master is majestic! The master is domineering!
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