While Abel praised Hugar's strength, the wrestling match continued.
Naminfu was not as energetic as his companions. He called a Khitan war slave to come over and clean his sword and gun. He chose a location near the bonfire, spread the floor with a felt blanket, put his head on the back of the hound, and covered a corner of the felt blanket. On his face, he fell asleep quickly.
This Mongolian army set out from the grassland a month and a half ago, arrived at Beijing Road more than ten days ago, and then entered Liaodong without stopping. No matter who it was at this moment, they all looked dirty and smelled sour. Their rugs are usually stacked under the saddle, so the smell of sweat, blood, even feces and urine is mixed with the smell of livestock. If anyone comes close, they will inevitably cover their noses and gag.
But the Mongolian people have long adapted to it. They spend their days grazing and migrating on the grassland. Many of them don't take a shower from birth to adulthood, and their hair is all caked and tangled. They don't care, let alone the small hardships they face.
However, fatigue is inevitable. The toughness and resistance of the Mongols also comes from their ability to rest at any time no matter how harsh the environment is. So while Naminfu snored, many knights also fell asleep.
Suddenly, the hound got up and barked wildly.
Naminfu suddenly woke up from his sleep, rolled one hand on the ground, and looked around. He saw fire and smoke rising from the west, north, and south of the camp at the same time, and heard the shouts of killing getting closer and closer. He felt his heart beating violently, as if time had stopped for a moment, but it soon returned to normal.
"The enemy is attacking at night and they are going to fight! You guys go and lead the horses quickly! Others, pick up all the bows and bows!"
He shouted to the people around him, and then kicked the Khitan war slave beside him: "Bring me my bow and iron spear quickly!"
The Khitan war slave was probably hungry and panicked, so his hands and feet were weak. He was kicked by Na Minfu and staggered, so he used his hands and feet to go towards the bonfire.
Naminfu didn't care about waiting for him. He held the short bone-cutting knife in his hand and ran towards the west where the killing sound was loudest.
That's where the Wu Lachi people keep their horses. Once the horses become restless, the chaos will become big!
His judgment was correct, the enemy was really heading for the horses.
He had only taken a dozen steps when hundreds of horses neighed wildly in front of him and trampled past him. There were also people riding on their horses, throwing burning blankets and straw bales everywhere.
In this gloomy weather, the snow particles are about to fall. It is not easy to start a fire, but smoke is always inevitable. In the middle of the night, smoke filled the air. One of Naminfu's eyes was injured by a knife, and his eyelid was torn and could not be closed. Now that he was smoked by the smoke, he suddenly shed tears and became dizzy.
He held the dagger tightly in his hand and rushed forward quickly, trying to catch the horses that had not yet fled, but he could only hear the rumble of hoofs as they flew past him from left to right.
There was a Nak'er who was shouting and following behind Naminfu, but was stabbed by the knight who was stabbing him diagonally.
The blade followed the galloping momentum of the horse, so fiercely. With this blade, half of Na Ke'er's body was cut open. He let out a scream and rolled to the ground, with his internal organs flowing out from the huge wound on his side.
Everyone is too scattered. If this continues, it will only become more and more chaotic!
Naminfu shouted: "Come to me! Everyone forms a team and goes together..."
He wanted to say to go to the horse pen quickly, but the enemy simply used smoke and set fire in a premeditated manner. The smoke got into his throat, choking him and making him cough repeatedly. He couldn't finish the second half of the sentence.
He tried his best to keep his other eye wide open and continued to run forward for two steps. Suddenly another rider rushed in diagonally. The knight on horseback held a sword in one hand and a shield in the other. He controlled the bareback horse with only his legs and slashed with the sword.
The long knife fell like lightning. Naminfu couldn't dodge, so he held the handle of the short knife with both hands and struck hard. With the loud noise, his short sword almost broke, and the violent impact caused severe pain in his wrist and shoulder, forcing him to kneel down on one knee.
The moment he knelt down, the knight holding a sword and shield rode past him, and several more knights galloped past him. The knights on the horses all carried bows and arrows, showing off their power and rushing around.
Naminfu glared at the back of the sword and shield knight, assessed the direction, and threw the dagger hard. It was late at night and foggy, and it was unclear whether the enemy had been killed or wounded.
When his hands were empty, he was a little dazed again.
It's obvious that the horse pen is finished, and the enemy has simply calculated where it will come from! The cavalry in charge of sentry duty today was so negligent that every one of them should be beheaded!
But what should I do if I don’t go to the horse pen? Damn it, where is my commander? Shouldn't it be time to blow the trumpet quickly and gather the crowd to resist?
Just as he was thinking this, the sound of loud trumpets sounded from several directions at the same time.
Naminfu turned his anger into joy: OK, OK, the captains are ready to fight back!
Several thousand captains under Jebe's command were all brave young men promoted by Genghis Khan, and they all had the experience of drinking the river water together when Genghis Khan was defeated by Tuoli Khan and retreated from the Banjuni River.
This kind of well-established young man has many opportunities to make meritorious deeds and can be promoted quickly, but his experience is indeed not as rich as that of veteran warriors like Na Minfu.
However, from the time they suddenly encountered the enemy, it only took Naminfu to run dozens of steps. Their reaction speed was already very fast! What follows is a clean and tidy fight, tearing any enemy who dares to provoke them into pieces!
Naminfu turned around and ran back, planning to meet his captain in the camp.
I was lucky. After running a few steps, I ran into a barking hound. The Khitan war slave of Naminfu came with a bow and arrow in one hand and an iron spear in the other, following the hounds.
Naminfu praised him twice, took the weapons in his hands, and said: "When this battle is over, I will let you be my Zha Lawu!"
The so-called "Zha Lawu" means being a slave. Naminfu's original slave money was not spent. After his death in Shandong, this spot has been vacant. It can be regarded as the biggest promotion that Naminfu, a centurion, can give to the war slaves.
The Khitan nodded again and again and stood behind Na Minfu.
When Naminfu was about to call out to others, he suddenly felt that the shouts of killing one after another in the camp were a bit strange.
No, no, that's not a cry to kill, it's a cry to those Khitans!
They are saying that they will only kill the Mongols and not the Khitans. This is provocation!
Naminfu couldn't speak Chinese or Jurchen, so when he heard the shouts of Han'er and Jurchens on the battlefield, they were just wild shouts with unclear meanings. But the Khitan language is quite close to Mongolian, and Naminfu can barely understand it.
He immediately grabbed the Khitan war slave in front of him and shouted loudly: "Let all the Khitan people sit still! Those who sit still at this time will be rewarded heavily afterwards!"
The Khitan war slave nodded repeatedly, took a deep breath, and was about to call out.
At this moment, the two of them saw Abel swinging his knife and cutting down a Khitan man who was trying to escape to the ground.
"All Khitans who surrender to the enemy will die!"
Abul shouted loudly and ran towards the Khitan camp not far away where many people fled suddenly. Huga and other subordinates also followed, waving the long knives in their hands. Their actions aroused simultaneous reactions from many Mongolians, and many even shouted: "The Khitans are unreliable, kill them first, and then the enemy!"
Something bad happened!
Na Minfu felt cold.
As the scale of the war continued to expand, more and more subordinate tribes were driven by the Mongols. When Genghis Khan went south this time, he mobilized soldiers and horses from many subordinate tribes such as Gaochang Uighurs and Wanggu, and also mobilized new subordinate troops from Khitan and Haner from Muhuali.
The Mongols regarded these subordinate tribes as dogs and horses. But how to manage them has its own unique requirements.
Many of Naminfu's tribesmen came from the vassal tribes that Genghis Khan forced to surrender when he conquered the Xia Kingdom, so they had great experience in this matter. He knows that sometimes, extreme fear and pressure must be exerted; sometimes, he must give them a little hope and give them a little hope.
It's like training a dog, whips and bones are indispensable.
Zhebei did a great job. Because he himself was born in a tribe affiliated with the Chiwutai tribe in Mongolia, he naturally understood the mystery. After forcing the Khitans to fight each other, he immediately selected centurions from among the victors and awarded them special honors. This was both comfort and inducement. But now...
The Khitans in front of them were, after all, just a temporary team. They were originally tribesmen from Ding Haijun. They lived in various villages according to Ding Haijun's orders. They only took refuge with the Mongols for a day or two, and they had just been stirred up the barbaric energy in their hearts. , but there is no conviction and no loyalty at all!
When their old master calls, we can intimidate and win over them, but we cannot show suspicion towards them.
But Abel, this idiot, just lets go and kills people? He has killed so many people that he has lost his mind! This will make the Khitans collapse!
If all the Khitans fled, the loss would be much greater than hundreds of horses!
