Naminfu turned his head and said hastily to his war slave: "Don't be afraid! As long as you are loyal, don't be afraid!"
When the Mongols moved to war, the Mongols lived in the open air, and the treatment given to the Khitans was naturally even worse.
Most of the Khitan people were confined to fences surrounded by logs, huddled closely around a dozen bonfires to keep warm.
Even the injured could only cling to the cry in the cold environment. Only the group who had committed crimes by fighting with knives had blankets.
When they saw smoke and fire everywhere outside, and heard many people shouting for the Khitans to escape, several Khitan camps became restless one after another.
After all, the Khitans are different from ordinary grassland peoples. Most of the grassland peoples who relied on the Mongols had similar customs and habits to the Mongols, and they themselves were also barbaric. If the Mongols wanted to intimidate them and turn them into beasts immersed in massacre, all they needed was a gentle push.
But this is not the case for the Khitans.
They once had a glorious history and are generally very Chinese. In particular, the Khitan people who were moved to the hinterland of Northeast China have lived side by side with the Han people for decades, farming and studying, and even produced scholars with profound Confucianism such as Yi Lalu and Yi La Chucai.
When they joined the Dinghai Navy, the treatment they received was indeed good. At least, the leader who led them was the general under Yelvliu Ge at that time. Most of the fruits of their hard work logging, building houses, clearing wasteland, and building roads are theirs to live in. Even if they were forced to fight with the Mongols for a while, there was still a vague idea of escaping by chance.
What's more, although the Mongols threatened with force, how could the Dinghai navy not use force? On that day, the four thousand households who were under the command of Chen's consort were trampled by the Ding navy's cavalry. Many Khitan people witnessed the heavy casualties with their own eyes!
At this moment, the navy's elite night attack was launched, and it created such a momentum, making it clear that bygones are bygones...
And the Mongolian army is still killing people violently!
What will the Khitan people choose? They have no choice at all!
The noise in several camps increased from low to high, suddenly setting off a frenzy. The creaking sound of hundreds of Khitan people overturning the wooden fence made one's scalp numb. Before the wooden fence completely fell over, someone ran out frantically from inside. A Mongolian guard waved his whip and stepped forward to intercept him, but was immediately overwhelmed by the crowd.
Under the fireworks, more and more Mongolians killed their own war slaves with backhands, and then went out to fight in groups. The roars of filial piety from the Khitans and Mongols rang in Naminfu's ears, almost overwhelming the previous enemy's cries of death.
This time it's trouble, I can't contain it anymore.
Naminfu's eyes that couldn't be closed were blood red from the smoke. He looked around and felt that there were killings far and near, and there was chaos everywhere.
Fortunately, the captain had gathered many people around him. At one point, enemies tried to use the cover of fireworks to attack, but they were all shot back by dense arrows.
That's all, that's all. The situation has become such that there can be no hesitation at this time.
The incoming enemies are still rushing back and forth. They never stop in one place, they just try their best to cause turmoil. This method is actually what the Mongols are good at. The only ones who are also good at this method of warfare are the elite Jin soldiers who have been entangled with the Mongols in the northern border trenches for many years...
That must be the main force of the navy!
Na Minfu had seen it before in Shandong. They are indeed powerful enemies!
We can no longer control the Khitans, so we must first gather our own troops to surround and kill the Dinghai navy who made the surprise attack. We must capture them one by one and trample them into pieces!
At this time, Naminfu was surrounded by dozens of people, and Abul, Huga and others rushed back with bloody knives. Naminfu grabbed a torch and looked around, but could not find the remaining companions for a while.
"Hurry up and join the captain!" He shouted, and then turned around, wanting to comfort his war slave a few more words, but saw the young man retreating hesitantly, holding a short knife in his hand at some point.
"..."
Naminfu's hound was excited by the continuous noises around him, running around his master and the slave who had been feeding him these past few days, wagging his tail.
But at this time, Naminfu was more sensitive than the hound. He saw the panic and shake in the eyes of the Khitan people.
, and a little bit of well-hidden hatred.
It's a pity that this person can't be kept!
Na Minfu suddenly moved forward and slashed with his sword.
Although he is older, his skills are still strong. Seeing that this sword was enough to cut off the Khitan man's body, Abel suddenly grabbed Naminfu's shoulder, pushed him down hard, and at the same time raised the wicker shield in his hand.
At this moment, more than a dozen bones, spears and throwing axes flew from the night.
The Mongols are also familiar with this method of throwing weapons, so they are quite experienced in predicting and dodging. Several people relied on instant intuition and physical instinct to dodge.
But there are always people who are unlucky.
A Mongolian was stabbed in the abdomen by a throwing spear. The heavy throwing spear carried his body and pierced his whole body to the ground, causing him to let out a shrill cry.
There was also a bone that hit the side of another Mongolian's head. The Mongolian was looking around for the enemy, but he didn't expect Guduo to come in quickly and violently, blowing off a whole piece of the bone on the back of his head. There was no blood, but the white bone stubble and gray brain matter sprayed far away.
Abel's wicker shield was hit by a throwing ax and a throwing spear one after another. The impact shattered the hard and tough dry wicker, causing him to stagger back.
His shield was pierced by a spear, and the sharp blade of the spear opened a long wound along his arm, and the fascia of the elbow joint could almost be seen.
Abel groaned twice and rolled to the ground.
Naminfu remained in the supine position when he was pushed down, took out a strong bow and arrow, and shot out an arrow.
Every centurion who has stood out in the brutal wars of the past few decades is a good fighter.
A knight from Dinghai Navy held the horse's neck with his left hand and struck with a long sword with a flat end in his right hand. When he was about to stab Abel, the long arrow shot by Naminfu hit him in the chest.
The violent momentum caused the knight to fall backwards. Because the temporarily captured horse had no saddle and saddle, he immediately rolled off the horse and hit the ground heavily. The knight didn't even say a word before he was hacked to death by the swarming Mongols. His flesh, flesh and bones were all shattered into pieces.
The horses continued to gallop without stopping, passing by Naminfu and others. Several Mongolian warriors followed Naminfu back, stretched their bows, and shot again. The arrows disappeared into the darkness, and they didn't know whether they hit the target or not.
Most of the arrows missed, but one hit.
Han Xuan touched his shoulder with his backhand, then bit the bloody long knife in his mouth, pulled out the short knife from his waist, and cut off the exposed arrow shaft.
A subordinate who was riding beside him looked around and exclaimed: "Chief, you are seriously injured!"
"Shut up!"
During a night attack, metal weapons can be wrapped with cloth strips to prevent them from squeaking, but the squeaking sound of metal armor, especially the armor plates of various chain mail and zha armor, cannot be avoided at all.
A single armored stomach is enough. Hundreds of armored soldiers move at the same time, and the sound of metal collision is like a tidal wave, which can be heard clearly from hundreds of steps away.
Therefore, all the Dinghai officers who followed Han Xuan in the night attack only wore leather armor, including Han Xuan, who was the general. As a result, when the battle becomes intense to a certain level, the casualties of the soldiers begin to increase, and even the general will inevitably be injured.
This night attack was specially prepared by Han Xuan.
At the beginning of the offensive and defensive changes between Mongolia and Jin, Mongols often crossed the border to plunder, and the defenders always chose to send troops to intercept when they plundered several tribes in succession and seemed to have a prosperous population.
All because the more tribes were captured, the Mongols themselves were loosened and diluted, and their combat effectiveness plummeted. When they seem most powerful, they are at their weakest.
It was normal at this moment. The Mongols held so many Khitans hostage and attacked villages and strongholds along the way, but these Khitans also became an obvious weak point.
Han Xuan listened carefully and roughly guessed the movements of the other teams.
He was very satisfied with the current results, because the Khitan people had dispersed, and the strength that the Mongolian army had worked so hard to gather in the previous two days no longer existed.
But he was also very sorry because the reaction speed of the Mongolian army headquarters
Really fast. Except for the initial period of chaos, Han Xuan was unable to rush into the ranks of several thousand captains of the Mongolian army, let alone approach the camp that was closely guarded by the Mongolian army.
It's a pity that we don't have enough troops. If I had three thousand elite soldiers here...
Han Xuan shook his head.
Ding Haijun's territory is expanding too fast, and there is always a shortage of elite soldiers.
Han Xuan, the Liaohai defense envoy, has more than 6,000 soldiers and horses. If he recruits strong men from all ethnic groups in the two states, the number can be increased to 20,000. But at this time, there were only 3,500 standing troops stationed in Jian'an County, Gaizhou.
Among the 3,500 people, there are no more than 500 elites who can run long distances at night and fight on their own in a chaotic situation; and among these 500 people, many have already become first-level or first-level team members. Officers with higher status cannot be mobilized.
Han Xuan brought out two hundred people and tried his best.
He hoped to use this night attack to cause as much damage to the enemy as possible, while minimizing his own losses. All because such elites are the courage of the army and the backbone of the army. They really cannot afford to lose them.
"Follow me... You don't have to wait until the next update. Let's rush for another round and retreat quickly!"
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