"Master Elu, why are you still here? Run to the mountains quickly. The tiger thieves will be here soon." A Han soldier from Shihe Post who fled to the entrance of the village saw Elu and hurriedly advised Elu to leave.
It wasn't that he was kind-hearted, but that Elu's son was Shiheyi's Muke, and they were the leaders of the Han soldiers in Shiheyi.
Something happened to Mou Ke's father. Even if they escaped as Han soldiers in Shiheyi, Mouke would not bypass them when he returned to Shiheyi in the future.
"They are all a bunch of useless things. If you are afraid of anything, leave them all behind. They are just dozens of tiger thieves. I will take you to deal with them." Elu was very angry with these Han soldiers who had escaped from Shiheyi.
In his eyes, these Han soldiers could never compare to their Jurchen warriors.
The Han soldiers knew the identity of Elu and did not dare to refute even after being scolded. They just said: "Master Elu, you are wrong. There are not dozens of tiger thieves, but thousands of tiger thieves."
"Nonsense!" Erlu thought that the Han soldiers in front of him were making excuses for their incompetence, and he believed the words of the Jurchen women in the village.
At this time, the Jurchen woman holding a pickaxe in her hand said nervously: "Old Uncle Erlu, he was right. There were not dozens of people, but many people came. There were really thousands of people."
Except for one squadron left to guard Shiheyi, the rest of the Tiger Character Banner chased them along the road.
Elu's village is the only way from Fuzhou to Shiheyi. If you want to set up an ambush here, you must control this village.
A large number of Tiger Flag soldiers appeared on the way to the village.
"Didn't you just say that there were only a few dozen people?" Erlu was also startled by the Jurchen woman's words and quickly looked towards the road outside the village.
The road outside the village was now densely packed with moving figures.
Even if he had poor eyesight, he could still see that there were many people on the road.
The Han soldiers on the side hurriedly persuaded: "Master Erlu, you have also seen it. We are not lying to you. The army of tiger thieves is really here. You should come with us. We will protect you and hide in the mountains."
"I won't leave!" Erlu shook off the arm of the Han soldier who was trying to help him, and said, "What about the tiger bandits? I even killed the Ming army back then, but I am still afraid of a group of mountain bandits!"
The Han soldiers who heard this slapped their thighs and said: "Those are not ordinary mountain bandits. Even the Ming army in Lushun is no match for this tiger bandit. The people in Shiheyi are no match for them at all."
"What will happen if I leave the village? Let me tell you, not only will I not leave, but you can't leave either. Stay with me to deal with this tiger thief." Erlu puffed his beard and said with eyes wide open.
The entire village was his property, which he had earned with his life from the mountains of corpses and seas of blood over the years following the old Khan. He could die, but the property of his Elu family could not be lost. It was to be passed down to his children and grandchildren.
"Master Erlu, please don't be stubborn. It's important to save your life at this time." The Han soldiers stamped their feet anxiously.
But Elu didn't agree to leave, and he didn't dare to just leave. After all, he still had to work under the other party's son.
Erlu glanced at the Han soldier who was speaking contemptuously and said, "Today I will show you how the Jurchen warriors killed the enemy and made the enemy tremble. Bring your sword."
The Han soldier hesitated for a moment, then gave the opponent his saber.
"It would be a waste to leave such a good knife in your hand. Today I will use it to chop off the heads of a few tiger thieves." Erlu picked up the knife and ran his fingers across the back of the knife.
He threw the hatchet to the Han soldier.
The Han soldier who had changed his saber into a hatchet was full of anxiety. He was not anxious that his saber would be taken away, but that Elu would not leave the village with him.
Even if he was anxious to turn around, he would not dare to leave.
"Uncle Erlu, there are too many tiger thieves, we really don't want to leave?" The Jurchen woman holding the pickaxe became a little scared.
There are thousands of tiger thieves, more than all the young men in the tribe put together when she was a child.
"What are you afraid of! Ming people are all soft-footed shrimps. If you are more powerful than him, he will be afraid of you." Erlu scolded the Jurchen woman who spoke.
He didn't understand the Tiger-Character Banner, so he only regarded the Tiger-Character Flag's soldiers and horses as ordinary Ming troops. In his heart, the Tiger-Character Banner's soldiers and horses were even inferior to the Ming army.
After a while, the people from the Tiger Flag appeared a few hundred steps away from the village entrance.
The reason why he didn't get close was that he found dozens of people gathered at the entrance of the village. They were all slave thieves with a thin tail hanging from the back of their head.
The Han people in the village have had their heads shaved long ago, but looking at their heads it is no longer possible to tell which ones are real slaves and which ones are former Han people.
"Captain, a lot of people have gathered at the entrance of the village, and the few Han soldiers who escaped from Shiheyi are also inside." Some soldiers came to Zhou Lingqing, the captain of the Thousand-Man Team, to report.
"After approaching a hundred and fifty steps, move forward in formation." Zhou Lingqing knew that many of the people at the entrance of the village should be Han Chinese who were captured here.
However, anyone who dared to help the slave thieves resist, even if they were Han Chinese, would be treated like slave soldiers.
The distance of several hundred steps was quickly shortened.
A spear formation was formed on the Tiger Flag, and the two thousand soldiers at the front were all soldiers holding bayonets.
The tiger-character flag soldiers in the gun formation moved in neat steps, approaching the village entrance step by step.
Elu, who was standing at the front of the village entrance, looked serious at this time.
He is a veteran who has been on the battlefield for a long time. He knows that it is difficult to deal with him just by looking at the battle formation formed by the Tiger Flag.
Of course there are ways to deal with it.
As long as he is given two cannons, he is sure that with just a few cannons, the battle formation in front of him will be rendered useless.
Unfortunately, he didn't have a cannon, so he could only speak with the knife in his hand.
I hope the enemy's battle formation is just a showpiece, otherwise the village will be in danger today.
"Follow me to kill the tiger thief!"
Elu held up the knife in his left hand and rushed towards the tiger-shaped flag and gun formation that was approaching step by step from the opposite side.
He was afraid that if he persisted for a while, he would lose the courage to swing the knife.
As he rushed forward, several Jurchen women also rushed towards the gun array of the tiger flag with their farm work tools in their hands.
Several Han soldiers looked at each other, but no one moved.
When the Han people at the entrance of the village heard what Er Lu said, they were about to follow him and fight the people in the Tiger Flag, but when they saw that several Han soldiers didn't move, they all retracted their outgoing legs.
As Elu rushed forward, he cheered himself up in his heart.
He told himself that as long as he rushed forward and hacked a few people to death with his knife, the enemy's formation would naturally be broken. The rest would be the same as when he defeated the Ming army before. He just had to follow behind and chase the defeated troops.
At this time, he also knew that someone was following him, but he didn't know how many people were following him. He even thought that the Han slaves in the village would definitely follow him and fight the enemy desperately to survive.
boom! boom! boom!
Just as he rushed into a place separated by more than ten steps from the enemy, the sound of gunshots came from both sides of the gun array.
He was very familiar with this sound. Both the Ming and North Korean armies had firecrackers, and he often encountered these firecrackers on the battlefield.
In his opinion, firecrackers are the most useless things and are not as beautiful as fireworks.
