The blood-red sunset slowly sets.
The sky was still bright, and the fifth village of C was captured. After all, the Khitans in the village had just witnessed the revival and collapse of the Liao Kingdom not long ago, and their emotions and beliefs were not enough to support their loyalty to another regime.
The reason why they held on was just a subconscious reaction to the sudden encounter with the enemy; and the reason why they persisted until now was just because they were afraid of the intimidation of the Mongols to massacre their enemies. But this temporary build-up of fighting spirit dissipated very quickly. When Yeruiannu died in the battle, everyone lost hope, so one after another they gave up resistance, threw away their weapons, and fell to their knees.
Only a few people gathered around Jiajuan and stayed in a log fortress in the center of the village, repelling the enemy's attacks twice in a row. As the fighting became more intense, some elderly women climbed to the top of the fortress and frantically cursed the Khitans who launched the attack.
The Mongolian war team wearing squirrel-skin boots immediately took the place of the Khitans. They brandished their swords and killed all the defenders who crowded at the entrance of the fortress like cutting weeds, and then poured into the fortress.
Someone knocked over the lamp, and the second floor of the fortress suddenly burst into flames. As the firelight flashed, the swaying figures let out horrifying screams, followed by the continuous screams of women.
Outside the fortress, there was the same sound, with people crying everywhere. The Khitans who had previously attacked the camp were now under the surveillance of the Mongols, expressionlessly slashing their fellow tribesmen with swords.
In a short period of time, too many people were killed, and the village began to be filled with a strong stench of blood and urine. Their blood spattered on the ground and had no time to penetrate into the sand, so it flowed out along the slope of the village gate.
After a while, some Mongolian cavalry came back. They picked up those who wanted to escape in the fields and bushes outside the camp, and then drove them under the earth wall. They kept circling with their horses, bows and arrows, and They were shot as targets.
The leader of this group of Mongolian cavalry is the white-haired Naminfu.
The elder he originally belonged to, Die'er, had died in battle in Shandong. So after returning to the grassland, the entire thousand households were reorganized, and many centurions who participated in the war but performed mediocrely were severely punished. Only Na Minfu was not punished, but the entire hundred households were transferred to Jebe's command.
Everyone knows that Zhebie is the most valued general under Genghis Khan and the sharp and accurate arrow of the Great Khan.
This transfer is undoubtedly a promotion. The Great Khan had a deep friendship with Naminfu, a veteran warrior who had participated in the Battle of Thirteen Wings, so he deliberately gave Naminfu the opportunity to make meritorious deeds.
Of course, this is also thanks to Na Minfu's mediation in Shandong negotiations and finally brought back the fourth prince Tuo Lei.
But the series of changes during this period were still too hard for Na Minfu. He was not happy to be promoted after a big defeat. Instead, he was so ashamed that his originally gray hair turned completely white in more than a year.
But Naminfu's men were very satisfied with this and were happy to follow Zhebei to fight south.
For example, Captain Abel, who had not fought to his heart's content for a long time, was very excited and very involved, laughing and shouting non-stop.
In the midst of laughter, the cavalrymen kept strumming their bowstrings and shooting arrows at the Khitan people running along the earth wall. Wherever the arrows hit, people kept falling to the ground, struggling and crawling on the ground.
Some people kowtowed to the Mongols desperately and begged them to spare their lives. But Abel rode over with several cavalrymen and trampled them and the wounded to death with their horses' hooves.
Seeing that this group of people were all dead, Abel turned his horse back and looked at the other place greedily.
That was in the direction farther away from the village. Two columns of Mongolian cavalry formed a loose formation, searching in a fan shape among the low bushes and haystacks. Occasionally, if a panicked Khitan man ran out, several Mongolian cavalry would rush over at the same time, competing to see who could kill him first with a scimitar.
This kind of entertainment is rare on the grassland. After all, there are too few people on the grassland. Moreover, today is different from the past. Now every Mongolian is a member of Genghis Khan and cannot mess around.
Of course, except for slaves, you can kill them at will, but among the hundreds of households in Naminfu, there are very few slaves. After the previous defeat in Shandong, there were not enough people in the hundreds of households, so Naminfu promoted many slaves to Nak'er, which made Abel feel depressed for a long time.
It is better to go to the Central Plains. There are so many people and we can never kill them all.
Abel looked at this scene excitedly, and then looked at Naminfu with some longing.
Naminfu didn't like this look very much. He felt that Abel was crazy and had forgotten that he was a shepherd. So he said coldly: "Let's go, we have to drag away the bodies in the village."
Abel felt a little regretful, but no one dared to disobey Jebe's order.
So they returned to the village, started dragging the dead man out, and randomly found a place that was not an eyesore and dumped him.
The corpses were still bleeding, and they were scattered everywhere, mixed with the black soil and withered yellow grass. Some people's faces were upturned, some were lying on their stomachs, and many people's eyes were still wide open. Their eyes were full of fear, and they seemed to be unwilling and angry.
After all the corpses were removed, Zhebie entered the village and took a look around.
He was very satisfied with the performance of the soldiers in quickly taking the village, and he was also very satisfied with the bravery of the Khitan war slaves. So it was announced that a celebration would be held in the village, and the bravest warrior among the Khitan people would be selected to become the centurion who would lead the Khitan people.
This will be the fifth Khitan centurion promoted by Jebe after he invaded the northeastern hinterland. The previous four people all received generous rewards from Zhebie, including money, horses, sophisticated weapons, subordinates he selected one by one, and women.
Of course, there is also the respect of the Mongols, which is especially rare.
Every Khitan person looks forward to becoming the fifth centurion.
It was already night time, and the Mongolians erected a large number of pine torches in the village and dug fire pits to barbecue beef and mutton. They gathered in the center of the village, next to the still-smoking fortress. They chose a piece of blood-soaked ground and spread it with rugs and horse clothes. Then they called the Khitan war slaves from the outside and asked them to appear in groups. Wrestle and fight with each other to show their strength.
But because the village cannot accommodate everyone, most Mongolians can only gather around the village, listen to the shouts inside, and speculate on the exciting scenes of wrestling.
In several hundred-man teams, the Mongolians, who prided themselves on their bravery, were dissatisfied that the Khitans could perform in front of Jebie, so they started competing at home to vent their excessive energy.
They grabbed the soil and dead grass on the ground and threw it into the air, then spread their arms, posing like an eagle flying in the grassland, bending their legs and jumping on the spot, keeping vigilant little by little, getting closer to each other, and then grabbing each other and hugging each other. fall.
In such a competition, the strong and huge Huga took advantage of him. He won several people in a row. He came back covered in sweat, and then licked the knife that Abul pulled out to show his respect to his captain. .
The envious eyes of many people were focused on Abel, making Abel very proud.
He took out a few large pieces of dark cheese from the lapel of his fur coat and handed them to Huga. Hu Ga happily took it and stuffed it all into his mouth at once.
But his movements suddenly stopped, and his eyes wandered so much that the crumbs of the cheese casing fell down.
Abel was a little dissatisfied and felt that Huga was not rewarded enough, so he kicked him hard.
Hu Ga's legs were as thick as iron pillars. He didn't care at all, but continued to stare blankly for several times.
His ears and eyesight are better than ordinary people, so Abel often uses him as a hound, just like Naminfu commands the hounds he raises.
At this moment, Hu Ga vaguely saw a figure shaking in the distance. He also heard a low groan and the frightened neighing of a war horse at the same time. However, it was too far away, and the figures and sounds were fleeting.
Hu Ge didn't think about it at all and continued to chew cheese. He sat down next to Abel and put on the huge oil-soaked felt robe hanging around his waist.
In the direction that Hu Ga noticed but didn't care about, Han Xuan raised his hand to signal.
Behind him, the shadowy queue stopped instantly.
In front of him, a soldier made a low guttural sound to calm a frightened Mongolian horse.
Another soldier with a fierce expression was holding down the mouth of a Mongolian knight with his hand, and then pulled the knife out of the knight's chest. While drawing the knife, he released his hand and flexibly grabbed a handful of sand to press the wound to prevent the bloody smell from flowing in the wind and attracting the attention of the Mongols.
"General manager, we can't go any further. This is the third Mongolian scout we've met. If they wait for half a stick of incense at the latest, their captain will be alert."
