The soldiers cheered like a tide: "Win! Win! The Mongolian army has been defeated!"
After a brief silence, outside the valley and on the high slopes on the right side, the Mongolian cavalry who were covering and responding to Jebe's instructions began to cry. Many people slashed their chests and faces with swords, and then launched an attack on Ding Haijun.
This kind of offensive is hopeless and cannot last. After a while, the shouts of death completely subsided.
People began to hear clearly the groans of the wounded on the battlefield around Zhuzhe Mountain. The highly excited Huli Gai and Huangtou Jurchens were still killing the injured Mongolians, and by the way they also killed the seriously injured ones. It seemed that A companion who cannot be saved.
While killing people, they stripped off their clothes and collected weapons, armor and stomachs. Many of the corpses left behind were stripped clean wherever they passed.
Zhebie's head was chopped off, held by the yellow-headed Jurchen boy, and presented to Han Xuan who was sitting at the rear.
When the young man approached, Wang Bao'er, who was accompanying Han Xuan, was startled and looked at Li Yun with wide eyes.
It turned out that he recognized this young man. When he and Li Yun were chased by the barbarians at Hesihan Pass and had to roll down the cliff, this young man was one of the barbarians who besieged Wang Bao'er. The fierce energy at that time made Wang Bao'er very embarrassed.
I never thought that not long after that, this young man would become a master at killing enemies and making meritorious deeds? Thanks to Li Yun for having such a method!
The young man has the same appearance as other yellow-headed Jurchens, but his hair is tied into a bun imitating Han'er's appearance, and he wears a gray military uniform worn by soldiers of the navy. When he approached, the Ding Navy soldiers arrayed on both sides of Han Xuan had a solemn and orderly aura, which made him a little scared and slowed down his steps.
But the soldiers immediately laughed, and some people cheered for him. This made his face almost shine, and he raised his head higher with an expression of pride and pride.
Ding Haijun’s control over these yellow-headed Jurchens was due to the middle of this year.
In the past six months, Ding Haijun has completely proved its strength. In the eyes of these barbaric tribes, the Jurchens were already powerful conquerors, and the Mongols were more powerful than the Jurchens. But the Dinghai navy formed by the Han'ers was not only powerful, but also friendly, wealthy and generous.
When such a force is willing to accept the Yellow-headed Jurchens and integrate them into one body, who would refuse? Occasionally, there are some tribes that do not understand the reason, intend to maintain independence in Ding Haijun, and want to use the power of Ding Haijun to enrich their own tribes, but they have been solved by Li Yun long ago.
It is not easy to plot against these uncivilized savages with the strategies that Han'er has used to fight against people for thousands of years. In just a few months, many of the Yellow-headed Jurchen tribes were wiped out several times, and the remaining tribes were all deeply convinced by the Han family's clothing system.
At this moment, looking at the young man's expression, there is no doubt that he is one of them.
When the young man approached, Han Xuan stood up and greeted him.
He hadn't taken a few steps when Li Yun suddenly came forward, held his right arm, and said with a little force, "How's it going?"
Han Xuan nodded slightly: "Don't worry."
He fought continuously from the surprise attack to the retreat, and suffered several wounds on his body. Before retreating into the valley stationed in Zhishan Mountain, another heavy arrow from a Mongolian sharpshooter grazed his side. Although the injury was not serious and he was bandaged and medicated urgently, it was inevitable that the skin would be bruised and bruised. He had lost a lot of blood at this time, and although he tried to keep himself up, his face was already pale.
After a pause, Han Xuan smiled at Li Yun and said: "This time, thanks to you guys, I will treat you to a drink when we gather our troops to celebrate."
Li Yun laughed, and Han Xuan added: "However, most of the Mongolian army is still there, so we can't drink more. How about one cup per person?"
"Okay, then let's have a cup each."
Han Xuan is considered one of the top ten generals among the military men of Ding Haijun. Because he also serves as the Liaohai Defense Envoy, although he is not ranked high among the six military commanders, he has great authority.
The Ding Navy is expanding too fast, and most of these generals have no experience of being independent. Therefore, the Mongols suddenly attacked earlier, and the Liaohai Defense Department, which was established not long ago, was naturally panicked. Even the generals themselves were inevitably a little less confident.
Who would have thought that the battle would be won so quickly?
Among them, although the emergency support of generals such as Li Yun, Pu Suliemeng and Xiao Mole was credited, the real key was that Han Xuan personally launched the surprise attack as a major general and attracted Zhebie to pursue him. He took the greatest risks and made the greatest achievements.
Han Xuan inspected Zhebei's head and ordered it to be circulated throughout the army.
The young man watched this situation happily, but unexpectedly Han Xuan suddenly said: "What is your name? One hundred pieces of silk, I will give it to you when you return to Gaizhou City! In today's battle, everyone has merit, I will let the lieutenant general Report to Ambassador Guo Xuan...you also have a share!"
In the eyes of the Huangtou Jurchens, Li Yun was already a very high-status figure, and Han Xuan's status seemed to be even higher than Li Yun's.
That was a bit beyond his imagination, so when he first heard Han Xuan's pleasant words, he couldn't react at all and just stood there in a daze.
Li Yun said from the side: "This is Angier. His father is Absha, the branch chief of the Ulugu tribe."
"Angier?"
Han Xuan looked at the boy's particularly yellow hair and smiled: "Does this name mean yellow duck?"
The young man nodded heavily and shouted in fluent Chinese: "I am a yellow duck! The big one!"
The officers and soldiers gathered around Han Xuan were stunned for a moment, and then they realized what they were doing. Everyone laughed, and several officers shouted: "Kill Zhebie!"
There was a lot of noise all around, and thousands of people cheered in unison in Chinese, Jurchen, or some unpopular dialects in the Northeast: "Kill Zhebie!"
The officers shouted again: "The big yellow duck has killed Zhebie!"
Thousands of people followed in unison: "The big yellow duck killed Zhebie! Angier killed Zhebie!"
These Huli Gai people or yellow-headed Jurchens had been fighting each other like wild beasts for many years before joining Ding Haijun. What they have is only savagery, what they rely on is savagery, so they won't cry out in pain when they are injured, and they will treat it as sleep when they die. They gain nothing from the battle but think that is all.
But at this moment, under the moonlight, many of them got extra joy from the battle.
Thousands of people held up swords and guns in their hands and shouted one name together. This name came from one of them, so this honor also made them feel the same and became particularly happy.
In the dead of night, the cheers of these soldiers at Zhuzhi Mountain spread far away and could be heard more than ten miles away.
In Gaizhou City, some residents were disturbed, and candles were lit in many houses, causing waves of commotion. Immediately, the defenders on the city banged their clappers and said repeatedly: "General Manager Han won the battle! We must have defeated the Mongols with the navy!"
So the people gradually became settled again.
In the wilderness far away from the cities and settlements, many Khitan people escaped from the Mongolian army camp, but they didn't know where to go. They just crouched and ran around in the darkness covered by woods and shrubs.
Suddenly, cheers of victory were heard, and someone fell to the ground, kicking and bouncing and crying.
Some people wonder: "That Zhebie is a brave general under Genghis Khan! We have all seen that man's shooting skills and bravery! How could he lose? How could he die? Let me wait for a while and wait until tomorrow morning. Let’s find out…”
More people rushed to tell each other: "The Mongols are defeated! Defeated! Since they are defeated, they must retreat! Do you understand? The Mongols must flee!"
More and more people are holding on to the daggers or wooden sticks in their hands, gritting their teeth: "They have killed so many of us! They have killed so many of us, do you still want to run away!"
