Let's go, I'm afraid the people in northern Xinjiang will be bullied and massacred again, and countless lives will die in vain.
Don't leave, I'm afraid that my eldest brother will be bullied, and I hate that the second roommate of the Fang family bullies others too much.
Under severe entanglement, Fang Heng couldn't eat well or sleep well. He frowned and found it difficult to relax during the New Year.
"Captain, actually you don't have to worry too much about Bei Xinjiang." Jiang Qi and Jiang Ba also gathered around, "Bei Xinjiang's life was still going well without you in the past, wasn't it?"
This remark was unanimously despised by his brothers.
Of course, Northern Xinjiang could survive without Fang Heng, but when he came, he saved many lives and killed many Tartars.
Not to mention his numerous military exploits, just because he was able to become the captain of the fifth team at the age of fourteen, he would be embarrassed if he didn't win any battles.
If he could be a few years older, he might be able to become the captain of the third brigade.
The fact that he can struggle with sorrow shows that he really cares about the people of northern Xinjiang.
"It would be great if we can make the Tartars fearful." Jiang Yi and others helped with ideas. "Even if we can't retreat, as long as they are fearful and can hurt fewer people, it will be enough."
But how can we make the Tartars fearful?
Think about the last time, when Jiang Wu and others hid in the carriage and pretended to be traveling businessmen.
The same method will definitely not work if used again. Now when the Tartars see the merchants whose carriages are too big, they dare not intercept them easily, for fear of springing out to ambush them.
But this also proves that their behavior of pretending to be ordinary people is effective and makes the Tartars fearful.
Fang Heng pursed his lips, thinking about what advice his brothers would give if they were here.
The eldest brother has the most calm mind and should let the soldiers carry out a new ambush.
The fifth brother has the most cunning angle and should be able to find a bait that the Tartars will believe in.
But what kind of bait can make the enemy so confident that he can step in without any precautions?
Fang Heng looked blankly and vaguely saw two ladies walking over, carrying small bamboo baskets on their arms. In the baskets were half-finished clothes and some needlework.
They were all survivors after the Tartars bloodbathed their villages. They were neither willing to leave this land nor capable of wielding a long knife. They could only cook some food, cut meat and vegetables, and sometimes sew two pieces of clothing.
There are many soldiers in Northern Xinjiang, and even the fifth team has four to five hundred people. The ladies cannot make clothes fast enough for everyone to wear. At this time, whoever they like can get new clothes.
Jiang Ba has a baby face and is missing a finger. He is usually the most popular among the older ladies.
This time I came here with my clothes half-dressed. I was worried that he would not be dressed appropriately, so I came here specifically to compare.
"Jiang Ba, this kid has honey on his lips. The ladies like him so much that they will sew clothes for him." Jiang Liu said sourly beside him.
The others nodded, thinking about asking this kid to borrow them to wear later.
Even if you can't wear it, you still have to touch it twice.
Fang Heng was sitting in the commander's position and felt something floating by and being grabbed hard.
Clothes, aunt, village, survivors.
He stood up suddenly, all his thoughts were cleared, "Yes!"
The Tartars like to loot villages and slaughter the people of Dayu who are unable to fight back. They get excited every time they see fireworks, waiting to harvest the spoils.
Dayu warriors can disguise themselves as traveling merchants, why can't they disguise themselves as a village.
As long as the Tartars believe it, as long as the Tartars rush in, they can never come back.
The Tartars will become frightened after many times. When they see a village, they have to think deeply whether these are real people or a group of warriors waiting to fight back.
No one knows.
As the captain of the fifth team, Fang Heng has absolute power and prestige. When he gives an order, even if everyone is confused, they still take action.
First, find a village with few people and persuade the people to hide for a few days. Then let the soldiers change their military uniforms and put on coarse linen clothes and work in the village.
It was real work, and it could not be called difficult, because before joining the army, they were children from poor families.
Digging the ground, feeding sheep, growing vegetables, sifting manure, fetching water, and building walls.
Everyone was so busy that in a daze they had left the cold northern Xinjiang and returned to their hometown, where they were safe and happy with their parents.
The biggest difficulty here is probably the female relatives. Even in the smallest village, female relatives account for half of the crowd. On the other hand, among the soldiers who can wield swords, only a few can be selected to play the role of women.
Jiang Ba was the first to take the lead, and Jiang Wu reluctantly agreed. He also found a few young warriors and forced them to dress up as girls.
The old women were played by the women who were washing vegetables. Although they were scared, they still gritted their teeth and responded when they thought of their relatives who died tragically.
In just half a month, the "Life Village" was established.
Whenever an outsider breaks in, you won't be able to detect it unless you look carefully. These are all played by warriors licking blood from their swords.
I saw them laughing and cursing, fetching water to live, smoke curling from their cooking stoves, complaining and scolding, just like all ordinary villages in northern Xinjiang.
In order to attract the Tartars, the "female relatives" headed by Jiang Wu and Jiang Ba would also go to the river to cut ice for washing clothes or catching fish. The fireworks were burning continuously, and the fever was as high as possible.
Seven or eight days had passed since the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, and the village finally attracted the attention of the Tartars.
At this time, we had to do the opposite. Everyone stamped out the fireworks, looked nervous and cautious, and acted out the people who were afraid of the Tartars.
"With their vigilance, if they observe for two or three days and make no mistakes, they will most likely take action." Fang Heng, who played the role of the eldest son, threw the firewood on the ground and explained in a low voice, "Everyone cheer up and never allow mistakes at the last moment. .”
"Captain, don't worry." Jiang Wu, who played the role of mother, nodded, rubbing cigarette ashes on his face from time to time, "Notify me immediately."
Fang Heng nodded slightly and was about to turn around when he caught a glimpse of a tall horse standing at the end of the village.
He immediately turned around and bowed down, and said respectfully, "Don't worry, mother, my son will be careful outside and will never let the Tartars discover our village."
Jiang Wu could only smile kindly, "Good boy, be safe."
The two of them turned back and forth, really feeling a bit like a loving mother and a filial son.
The Tartars at the entrance of the village nodded, confirming that there were no masters in the village and no one who could resist, and finally left with peace of mind.
The third day.
Jiang Yi, who played the role of father, leaned over and listened. When a large number of vibrations came from far to near, he jumped up excitedly, "It's coming, it's coming."
I have never looked forward to a Tartar invasion.
All those who worked until they vomited, and who missed their loved ones and missed the battle, all glanced at the location where the knife was hidden and worked harder.
When the Tartars arrived, they saw a scene of prosperity.
Women take care of children, men plow the fields, old people bask in the sun, and boys and girls chase each other and play.
This is the current situation in every village in northern Xinjiang, and it is also a past that countless people will never dream of returning to.
In the eyes of the Tartars, they are fat sheep to be slaughtered, women and granaries, and a battlefield for wanton slaughter.
Someone raised his arms as if shouting "Go!"
Hundreds of strong men on horseback came in and struck the adult man's head with the first blow.
If this was not a village of life, if this was not a soldier playing the role, then the head would fly into the sky, fall to the back of the feet, and be buried with the body until it rots.
Fortunately it is here.
The Tartar sword did not cut off the head. The working man pulled out the long sword, avoided harm with a strong posture, and then stabbed the horse in the belly.
As the horses neighed and raised their hooves, the arrogant Tartars fell to the ground. What greeted them was a long knife hitting their necks.
The small village that was peaceful just now fell into a fight, but this time, it was no longer the people of Dayu who were slaughtered.
But the unsuspecting Tartars!
Kill, charge, how much blood must be shed to make the enemy fearful.
Chop, chop, how many heads must be lost to make the enemy tremble.
When the sun sets, the village finally regains its tranquility. What everyone feet is no longer mud, but a pool of scarlet blood, and Tartars who cannot close their eyes.
Fang Heng put away his long knife, looked in the direction of Feng Jing, and said in a calm tone, "Next one."
From New Year to the 15th, from 15th to February.
They disguised themselves as four villages, slaughtered more than 800 Tartars, and captured more than 600 horses.
What a proud record, what a illustrious military exploit.
Not only did the general leading the team feel applauded, but the Tartars were also frightened. They began to avoid the bloodbath villages that had been the most pleasant experience in the past.
Fang Heng felt relieved and was finally able to take family leave. He rushed to Fengjing with six personal guards.
They were riding horses, their passion could not conceal their pride, their tragedy could not conceal their agitation.
They said goodbye to the soldiers, waved to their friends, and nodded to their elders.
Under the gaze of countless people, they slowly turned around.
Come fashionable and childish.
He has returned as an iron-blooded frontiersman.
"Here we come, Toyokyo!"
