The Mongolian captives were walking to a pond outside the city. Many of them took off their old sheepskin jackets stained with salt, or took off their heavy foot bindings, hoping to survive the torment of the scorching heat and high-intensity physical labor. Get a little bit more comfort.
But the sudden alert situation in Jinshan City alarmed them all.
They stopped suddenly and looked at the city in front of them solemnly.
There were soldiers gathered on the city wall, using winches to raise the wolf's teeth; behind the city gate, a sword cart for blocking the gate was rolled out; and in several small camps originally scattered outside the city, auxiliary soldiers were busy harnessing horses and carts. Go to town.
Then they saw groups of soldiers coming out of the inner city, carrying bundles of arrows to several particularly tall arrow towers at the top of the city; spare knives, spears and other weapons were placed at intervals behind the horses at the top of the city; After the ordnance was distributed, some soldiers shouted slogans and pushed the heavy wooden wall to form scattered partitions on the top of the city.
The Mongols have gone south several times and have some knowledge of the ways to defend cities in the Central Plains. The defenses they saw were nothing new. The key is people.
Even though they were busy preparing for war, the energy of these soldiers was still there, and the Mongols did not see panic in their eyes. This is different from the situation seen when attacking any city in the Kingdom of Jin. And such a city must be as unshakable as cast iron.
Fortunately, this new and powerful regime now also rules all the Mongolian captives. The Mongolians are full of vitality and wildness, and they also have a strong habit passed down from generation to generation. The strong are naturally noble, while the weak are like the captives present, with no status or dignity, and even their lives depend on the hands of the strong.
Because of this habit, many people stared blankly at the orderly posture of the Ding navy officers, and began to show envy in their eyes.
Immediately, Shi Mo was heard yelling at the city gate: "Come here and work! Why are you so stunned!"
The Mongols immediately ran back.
In the next five days, they showed their diligence with all their strength and continuously cleaned up many ruins in Jinshan City. The bodies found in the ruins were also transported and incinerated outside the city.
While working hard, they constantly heard sentries returning to report military intelligence.
Occasionally, a few words from the soldiers fell into their ears. At first, they said that several thousand Mongolian families were going south, which moved the hearts of some prisoners. Then they heard that the Mongolian sentries heading south collided with Ding Haijun's rangers. Some of the riders attempted provocation and were killed on the spot.
On the fifth day, although the soldiers in the city were still on high alert, everyone looked happy, because Zhao and Qiu had raised their own troops, and the situation of encirclement on three sides had been established. Those few Mongolian households have also driven their slaves to the front for reception as promised.
The prisoners couldn't help but look at each other.
How long has it been since? Although our group was captured, at least we fought together! The chaos on the grassland has reached such an extent that a tribe with a thousand households surrendered directly, and the tribesmen were killed and they didn't dare to fight back? Could it be that Genghis Khan couldn't control the situation?
This kind of thing would never have happened half a year ago!
From this point of view, the strength of the two families has really changed so quickly!
In the early morning of the next day, Shi Mo also took his Khitan entourage, riding a pony, and stood in the middle of the Mongolian queue: "Okay, you two, Duolulun and Dawaqi, come out with your headquarters. Come with me to greet you. Keep your spirits up as you drive cattle and carts along the way!"
The two teams of Mongolians who were jumped out were the ones who had been working extra hard recently. The two captains said in succession: "Yes, yes."
The infantry and cavalry teams in Jinshan City remained cautious and only went fifteen miles outside the city, setting up formations near the Baiyanquan Wetland. Watching a group of dark figures approaching slowly.
The soldiers soon discovered that there were only a few Mongolians on the opposite side, and most of them were Han slaves with withered faces and extremely miserable expressions. They gathered into dark groups and walked in a chaotic manner. Each group had about two to three hundred people, one after another, winding like a long dragon.
It takes more than four hundred miles to walk from Yehuling to Jinshan Mountain, and there are many mountain roads. These Han slaves were carried around by the Mongols and had to walk at least forty miles a day, with little rest and poor food.
So everyone looked like they had bulging cheeks, covered in plaster, and looked as if they were about to collapse at any moment. Some people were walking, their footprints clearly stained with blood, while others were simply crawling on the shoulders and backs of their companions, and were reluctantly carried away.
Most of the middle-level officers of the Ding Navy had family members who had disappeared in northern Xinjiang. Most of them were directly massacred during the Mongolian invasion, and some lost contact with them during the war. Although several years have passed, many officers have a vague hope, thinking that they may have been kidnapped as slaves by the Mongols, and maybe God will bless them and they can meet again one day.
So seeing the miserable condition of these men, Zhao Xuan ordered the auxiliary soldiers to quickly start cooking some hot water and gruel.
The soldiers felt a little more at ease with the slaves who were obviously from their own clan. Except for half of the soldiers who were on alert, everyone else sat down cross-legged one after another, placing their weapons within easy reach and watching them gradually approach.
No one expected that the Han slaves would suddenly become manic when they smelled the smell of cooking food. I don't know who shouted in the crowd, but hundreds of people suddenly quickened their pace and ran forward violently, trying to grab food and drink before others. The team behind them also became chaotic.
That's several thousand people! With them running around like this, the military formation will be overwhelmed! If these people step on each other, they will cause big trouble!
The soldiers understood in their hearts, but they didn't know what to do for a while.
On the contrary, Shi Mo jumped up first and shouted sternly: "Beat! Drive them back!"
The Khitans and Mongols who were following him immediately jumped up. These people are not soldiers of the Ding Navy, and are not allowed to hold weapons in their hands. The riding whips, short sticks, poles, etc. they hold are more useful than swords and guns at this time.
A Mongolian threw the short riding crop in his hand as a bulu. The short riding whip drew an arc in the air and hit a young man in the chest.
The young man groaned and fell to the sky.
The rest of the Mongols also used riding whips or horse poles to beat them randomly. Their Mongolian faces and ferocious looks were what the Han slaves were most afraid of, so they suppressed the running momentum of the Han people.
Zhao Xuan couldn't help but cursed, and then mobilized two teams of cavalry to outflank the Han people who were trying to run around. In addition, dozens of people were sent to rush into the ranks of Han'er slaves, shouting along the way: "Sit down! Sit down!"
The young man who was knocked down by the riding crop took a lot of effort to sit up. His skinny chest was hit with a riding crop, and the bruises on his skin were bruised and bruised, and it hurt even with the slightest exertion.
He wouldn't have been so reckless, but during the past few days of trekking, he was too hungry and lost his mind; he wasn't originally so fragile, but he had been enslaved by the Mongols in the grassland for a long time, with only half of his life left. Once the whip is struck, it will lose its footing.
The young man's surname was Lu, and his name was Lu Wusi. He was not kidnapped to the grassland in the past two years, but one of the Han people who fled to the grassland in the last years of Taihe because he could not bear the oppression of the Jin Dynasty. Because he had read books and was good at arithmetic, he worked as a housekeeper for hundreds of Mongolian households in his early years. How he ended up like this is a long story.
Lu Wusi gasped and vomited twice. After calming down, he remembered that he followed the Mongolian nobles to the south and surrendered to the generals of the Kingdom of Jin.
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When did the Great Jin Kingdom produce such a powerful general, Lu Wusi had no idea. There were so many murderous Mongolians, all of them extremely fierce. How could they lose? Lu Wusi didn't even understand.
But there is one thing: what kind of style the generals of the Great Jin Kingdom are usually like, and how recklessly the troops of the Great Jin Kingdom usually act. He has seen this before when he was a child. At that moment, he turned his head back, thinking that he would see carnage and blood, see people wailing and crying, and see those who dared to move were immediately severely punished and died on the roadside.
As a result, it didn't.
This team of Jin soldiers just yelled and shouted, forcing everyone to stop where they were.
Lu Wusi gasped and saw that the woman and child hidden in the team were okay. Screams could be heard from deep in the team from time to time, but as soon as they heard the sound, they knew that no one was killed, but that someone was beaten because they reacted too slowly.
That's okay. People who have been slaves on the grassland for so many years are used to being beaten.
Lu Wusi then saw many Mongolian masters walking around among the crowd of Han slaves. He instantly recalled the situation when he was knocked down, and it seemed that the person who attacked him was also a Mongolian old man!
He was used to seeing the brutality of the Mongols. This situation seemed like two nightmares coming together, making him sweat and tremble violently.
Suddenly a horse's hooves appeared in front of him, and he suddenly lowered his head and lay on the ground, listening to the cavalry talking and laughing.
One of the cavalry snorted coldly: "Shi Mo Ye is a very courageous fellow. He dared to lead people to attack before Commander Zhao gave the order! He himself and the Mongols under him are all prisoners! How can he be there?" Because of his reputation? He dares to hit Han'er! He's just looking for death!"
Some people also advised: "Fortunately, we brought this group of Mongolians, otherwise what should we do? Do you want to go up by yourself? These are poor people in front of you. Can you, Ge Qingshu, attack them? What if there is any general here?" Can you afford the kiss?"
Lu Wusi was a little confused after hearing this. He kept lying down, feeling that his chest was getting more and more painful, and he was really hungry, and his whole body was cold.
When he was about to faint, he saw several Jin Army soldiers rushing out of the crowd, pushing a struggling Mongolian. Lu Wusi recognized the Mongolian as Huo Niechi, who was responsible for raising sheep under Qianhu Tent. It seemed like he was the one shouting just now, causing everyone to subconsciously rush forward?
"We found it, this guy is causing trouble!" The soldier shouted repeatedly: "Commander, how can we..."
The person called the commander responded from a distance, his voice was not loud, and Lu Wusi did not hear it clearly.
The soldiers heard clearly, so they forced the Mongolian to kneel on the ground. The cavalryman named Ge Qingshu seemed angry, and he shouted: "I'm coming!"
Lu Wusi put his face on the ground and watched Ge Qingshu strode to the side of the Mongolian. He suddenly drew his sword and swung it, and blood spurted out from the Mongolian's broken neck.
The two soldiers responsible for holding down the Mongols jumped away quickly and complained: "Ge, you should have said something before you take action!"
The Mongolian corpse was twitching on the ground, with blood rushing and a strong fishy smell.
But Lu Wusi also smelled the aroma of grains being boiled in water not far away. The two flavors mixed together, making him a little confused, not knowing whether to take a deep breath or hold his breath.
