The Mongol cavalry immediately took action.
They quickly rushed to the roadside, pulled out their waist knives and slashed. Many people kneeling on the roadside were confused at first, but then they realized what they were doing and began to run away desperately. They were soon shot down by the Mongol knights outside with their bows. Another group of knights rode their horses into the inner square, first along the square wall, killing all the way.
The official who couldn't stop crying jumped off his horse and wanted to run to Mu Huali to say something. Then, he was pushed to the ground by his companions, and then he covered his mouth.
His ears were pressed to the ground, and all he could hear was the constant screams.
This lifang with outdated regulations was left behind by the Liao people, and the four walls happened to be the accomplices of the Mongols, leaving the people gathered in the lifang with nowhere to escape.
With his eyes on the ground, he saw a body being thrown from the wall of the crowd. Occasionally, there are people who desperately jump over the square wall and try to escape into the alley behind.
A pretty woman jumped down, sprained her feet, and crawled around among the blood and corpses. A Mongolian cavalry came over on horseback. The woman looked up with her face wet with rain, wailing and begging for her life, and even said that she was willing to serve as a slave.
But the Mongolian cavalry on Beijing Road are probably not short of people to serve them. They have vented many times and can continue to vent anytime and anywhere, so they no longer care much about beautiful women.
The cavalryman laughed and waved his scimitar casually. The woman's head flew high into the air.
When the Mongolian cavalry first started killing people, some people fled in the distance on the street that connected Yangdemen and Zhuxiamen. Then they were whipped by the cavalry with whips and forced to continue kneeling in place.
So countless people knelt like this, burying their faces in the ground, listening to the screams one after another. Someone was very close to the two slaughtered people, and he was kneeling on his knees. Blood was flowing over him and his face was dyed red. He was shivering and did not dare to move at all.
Because Mu Huali watched the entire massacre.
No one knew whether the irascible Mongolian general had other ideas, or how someone had offended him.
I have to say that these people have misunderstood.
Muhuali was not irritable. Among the Mongolians, he was even a particularly resolute and strategic one. He was completely different from ordinary Mongolian warriors, so he was specially promoted by Genghis Khan and won the position of Ten Thousand Households.
What he is doing now is not out of cruelty, but out of the original rules on the grassland.
After tribal wars on the grassland, the winner would either massacre the entire tribe of the loser, or use the loser's people as boul, that is, slaves. These slaves can own their own property, but their status in front of their masters is the same as that of dogs, horses and livestock. Once the master gets angry, it is natural for them to pick out their hamstrings, cut their hearts and livers, and lose their lives.
For thousands of years, grassland tribes have fought and killed each other according to this custom. Countless repeated brutal struggles and never-ending harsh environment have tempered the grassland people into a unique look; the four words of kindness and mercy have long since disappeared from their blood.
Under this custom, even if the master treats his slaves better, it is not out of kindness, but because the master is frugal with his own assets. And if the master is not so frugal, it is normal, and no one would think it is cruelty. ….
With this idea in mind, when the Mongols went south and entered the land of the Jin Kingdom, they immediately discovered that there were too many slaves on this land, so many that they could never be killed or used up.
In this case, isn't it an easy decision to occasionally kill a group of slaves as a deterrent?
This is like a shepherd on the grassland. If he only has ten sheep, he must take good care of each one. But if he has a thousand, ten thousand or more sheep, he doesn’t have to worry so much about killing one or two.
In the final analysis, killing disobedient sheep is to teach other sheep to obey, which is also for the good of the flock.
Mu Huali is a man who acts steadily and knows how to be restrained. He does think so, and he does so. Since he entered Dading Mansion, he rarely kills people; and every time he kills people, it is like today. Real truth.
When the two people in the village were killed, Mu Huali rode forward and looked around for a while. he is satisfied
Suddenly, he discovered that he no longer felt the same dangerous gaze as before. Everyone he saw was so respectful, just like Mu Huali was respectful to Genghis Khan when he was a slave.
That's fine.
At this time, a Mongolian cavalryman showed great strength and ran to other areas without receiving orders.
Mu Huali raised his hand, and a group of Na Ke'er swarmed up to him, pulled him off the horse, took off his sheepskin jacket, pushed him on the street and whipped him more than a dozen times, then laughed and pushed him back on the horse, looking at him. The bloody hindquarters could not touch the saddle at all.
Seeing such strict military discipline, many people immediately knew that Mu Huali had no intention of killing indiscriminately, and at least his family could survive today. So they happily continued to kowtow, and some of them murmured praises for Mu Huali's kindness. It was not until Mu Huali and his cavalry left that some people cautiously stood up and looked into the inner square that had become a pool of blood.
Some people completely ignored the situation in the area and hurried to places with fewer people.
When he was far away from the massacre scene, he walked around the alley four or five times, and crawled back to a stable next door through a collapsed corner.
Just as he was about to lead the horse, the hay beside him was shaking, and a face poked out of it. This face was as terrifying as a ghost. From forehead to chin, the knife had made a deep dent. The nose was almost split in half, and the lips were also open.
However, when the person who had just entered the stable saw this face, he was pleasantly surprised: "Lucci, are you still alive?"
"Isn't this a dog hole?"
Scarface angrily brushed off the grass stalks stuck to his face and body, but because his body was covered in smelly mud, it took a lot of effort to remove only some of it on his face. He said angrily: "It's probably Xiao Mu who committed suicide! Someone in his family was killed by the Mongols, so he gets violent at every turn... That look in his eyes is too fierce, it's easy to be discovered!"
It turns out that the scar-faced man is Wanyan Luqi, a Jurchen who was born in Mouke in Haicang Town, Laizhou, and was Li Yun's subordinate brought to justice by the Liaodong Qunmu of the Jin Dynasty. That day, he was attacked by a wild Jurchen and slashed in the face. He rested for three months before recovering.
The other person is Wanyan Luqi's old partner Zheng Rui, who once flew to the sky with Li Ting in a balloon.
After Guo Ning took control of Gaizhou and Fuzhou, Li Yun's group pastoral system developed very smoothly in Liaodong.
A large amount of medicinal materials, cotton cloth, tea, and grain poured into Liaodong, while horses and some Northeastern specialty luxury accessories were continuously transported south.
During this period of time, Qun Mu can be said to be making a lot of money, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he is making money every day. At the beginning of this month, Li Yun also successively arranged manpower to try to enter the Beijing Road controlled by the Mongols under the banner of various caravans.
However, at present, the penetration is not going smoothly.
The Mongols' habit of looting or killing at every turn is really harmful.
Earlier, as soon as a caravan arrived at Dading Mansion, its goods were robbed and its mouth was silenced. If you want to gain a long-term foothold, you must take the path of a certain Mongolian country and be protected by it.
But that would be too revealing.
So what happened today, the second batch of caravans were also in trouble. The steward surnamed Mu who led the caravan had just lost his life inexplicably, and Zheng Rui and Wanyan Luqi, who were accompanying the caravan and intended to inquire about the military situation, also almost died on the spot.
Zheng Rui cheered up and patted Wanyan Luqi on the shoulder: "Anyway, I came here to find out the scale and progress of the Mongols' construction of siege equipment... It's not a loss! Let's leave the city right now. , report back quickly!”.
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