When the Jurchen old man arrived at the entrance of the village, fifty or sixty people had already gathered at the entrance.
Most of them are men, the youngest is only in his teens.
All of them were skinny and dry, not as thick as the women in front of them.
Several Jurchen women stood in front of the men at the entrance of the village, holding pickaxes or dung forks in their hands.
As soon as the Jurchen old man came out with a hatchet in his left hand, everyone looked at him.
"Are everyone here?" The Jurchen old man walked to the front of the crowd and glanced at the men one by one with cold eyes.
Although there were many men waiting at the entrance of the village, no one had the courage to look him in the eye. They either lowered their heads or turned their eyes aside.
At this time, a Jurchen woman holding a pickaxe said: "Old Uncle Erlu, I heard that the tiger bandits are coming. Your son is the murderer of Shiheyi. Is this true?"
The Jurchen old man looked back at the men in the village and said to the Jurchen woman who was speaking: "Yes, the tiger thieves are here and want to rob our village and kill all the people in the village."
As soon as he finished speaking, everyone in the village became panicked, and the noise was like mosquitoes and flies.
Although they knew what they were coming for when they were summoned, the old woman named Elu once again confirmed the news of the tiger-character flag's invasion, leaving many people confused and at a loss.
As for the Tiger Character Flag, they had no idea what it was. They only guessed from the name called by the Jurchen old man that it was a group of mountain bandits and bandits.
Although Shiheyi is close to Jinzhou and not far from Lushun, as a slave in the Jurchen Muke family, he can only work in the village and the fields. He cannot go anywhere, let alone go far.
The means of obtaining information were scarce, and they were limited to a few words from the Jurchens in the village.
"Shut up!" The Jurchen old man named Erlu yelled loudly as his head buzzed with excitement from the people in front of him.
As the father of the only Jurchen Muke in the village, the men in front of him were all his family's slaves, cattle and horses.
He himself is no ordinary old man.
When he was young, he was also a Jurchen warrior who carried a sword to attack cities and territories. He could not count the number of enemies who died in his hands with two slaps. Later, because his right hand was injured and he could not hold the sword, he gave up the position of Mou Ke to his son.
Seeing that the surroundings were quiet, Erlu looked at the Jurchen women and said, "What are you doing here? Go home!"
These Jurchen women were all from the village. The man had followed the Great Khan to the grassland with Muke not long ago, and they stayed in the village waiting for the man to return with the spoils of war.
"Old Uncle Eru, we are not the delicate women of the Ming Dynasty. We are also capable of wielding swords and guns." The Jurchen woman holding a pickaxe waved the pickaxe twice.
Elu saw this and stopped trying to persuade him.
There are not many available men in the village, and the women of their Jurchens can also compete with the men. It is better to go into battle and kill the enemy and die on the battlefield than to die miserably under the butcher's knife when the village is broken up by others.
Erlu nodded to several Jurchen women and agreed to their stay.
Then he looked at the other men.
Most of the people living in the village were Han Chinese, and the men in front of him were all Han Chinese, and they were also the people he was most worried about.
After looking at these Han men for a few times, he said: "Don't think that the tiger thieves will not do anything to you because they are Han people like you. Most of the bandits and bandits are you Han people, and none of them will cause harm to you. Only Follow me to kill the tiger thieves and defend the village, so that you can save the lives of your family. Remember, if you want to survive, follow me to kill the tiger thieves."
"Kill the tiger thief!"
The Jurchen woman holding a pickaxe shouted.
"Kill the tiger thief! Kill the tiger thief! Kill the tiger thief!"
The Han men who were gathered together also shouted.
Erlu was very satisfied with the attitude of the Han people in front of him.
Elu, who thought he had boosted morale, began to arrange arrangements in the village and gave unarmed men a farm tool that could be used as a weapon.
If you really can't find suitable farm tools, you have to find a wooden stick to carry.
His arrangement is also simple.
When the enemy arrives, he will take the lead in the charge. As long as he kills a few people, he thinks that the tiger thief will naturally be defeated and flee. The only thing left is to chase the remaining enemies.
He had done similar things more than once. Every time he dealt with the Ming army, the Great Khan and the banner leaders led them to do this.
So no matter what the relationship between the Tiger Flag and the Ming army is, as long as it is a Han army, this is definitely the right thing to do.
Old Mou Ke'eru sat on a stone pier at the entrance of the village with a hatchet in his left hand.
His right hand was injured and his thumb was cut off by a knife. He was already holding the knife and could only hold it with his left hand.
Surrounded by several Jurchen women and Han slaves holding various weapons in their hands.
A group of people just blocked the entrance to the village.
"Someone, someone is coming!" Some sharp-eyed people at the entrance of the village noticed seven or eight figures appearing on the road outside the village, approaching in the direction of the village.
When Elu, who was sitting on the stone pier with his eyes closed, heard this, he immediately stood up, walked in front of everyone, and looked at the road outside the village with squinted eyes.
"Get ready, the tiger thief is coming!" Erlu said.
A bold Jurchen woman took a few steps forward, looked at a few figures on the road outside the village, curled her lips and said, "There are just a few people!"
"What are you thinking!" Erlu glanced at the Jurchen woman and said immediately, "Those figures should have escaped from Shiheyi, and the tiger thieves are still behind."
The Jurchen woman who heard this said disdainfully: "These Ming people in Shiheyi are really useless. They can't even defeat a group of bandits. No wonder the entire Liaodong has become ours."
For people who don't pay attention to the Tiger Character Flag, when they hear the word tiger and thief, they will subconsciously think that the Tiger Character Flag means thieves and bandits.
These Jurchen women also thought the same way, thinking that the tiger-character flags were bandits plundering everywhere.
"Don't underestimate this tiger thief. I heard that there are thousands of people coming." Old Mou Ke'eru was not as simple as the Jurchen woman on the side thought.
Not to mention bandits and the like, even ordinary people are not easy to deal with when thousands of people come at once.
"Uncle Erlu, those people chasing behind must be the Tiger Bandits!" The Jurchen woman holding a pickaxe in her hand raised her hand and pointed at some figures who had just appeared on the road.
Elu was old and couldn't see clearly. He stared at the direction of the other person's finger for a while, then nodded and said, "That should be it. How many people are here?"
"It's hard to tell. There are always dozens of people."
Because of the distance and the obstruction around her, the Jurchen woman could only barely see about a few dozen people.
However, as time goes by, more and more figures appear from behind the cover.
