Jia Cong was fighting on the periphery, watching the battle ahead and couldn't help but feel excited.
This is the first time I have seen a battle of this scale. The scene of more than 4,000 people fighting against each other was really shocking.
One person had just been hacked to death, but before he could pull out the knife, someone who rushed over from the side stabbed him in the chest with his knife.
This man was also tough. He held the opponent's knife with his left hand, picked up the knife with his right hand, and slashed the opponent's neck. Both of them fell to the ground.
Scenes like this appeared everywhere on the battlefield, and they were extremely tragic.
Lao Balai's team was indeed stronger than Zalim's team, and they were not at a disadvantage in the fight.
Lao Balai took the lead in killing Zalim. Upon seeing this, Zalim also came forward with his own soldiers.
Jia Cong was not in a hurry to let his cavalry enter the battlefield. It was not the time yet, so he could wait for them to kill for a while.
As the saying goes, when the snipe and the clam fight, the fisherman wins.
The more brutal the two tribes kill, the more people die, the greater the benefit to themselves.
Zalim and Lao Balai have already fought together, and they seem to be evenly matched.
Suddenly, a cold arrow was shot from the opponent's camp and shot straight towards Zalim.
Zalim and his bodyguards were fighting, and it was a little too late when they discovered Leng Jian, so they had to try their best to dodge to the side and avoid the vital parts.
With a "swish" sound, the long arrow shot into Zarimu's shoulder.
Zarimu screamed in pain, staggered and almost fell down.
Lao Balai saw the opportunity and quickly stabbed him with a knife. Zarimu was unable to dodge and was about to be stabbed into the chest by the long knife.
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When the guard next to him saw this, he rushed over without hesitation and stood in front of Zarimu. He was stabbed in the chest by a long knife and collapsed to the ground helplessly.
Lao Balai secretly screamed a pity, pulled out his long knife, and rushed forward with the knife again.
Zalim secretly hated him, but he had no choice but to retreat steadily. His eyes glanced at Jia Cong, who was still standing outside.
He shouted loudly: "Boss Jia, where are your people? Why haven't you taken action yet?"
Jia Cong said: "Brother Zha, don't worry, let them take action immediately."
Nodding towards Qingwen, Qingwen raised her hand and fired a loud arrow.
As the Cloud-Piercing Arrow took off, a sharp whistle sounded, and then there was a rush of horse hooves in the distance. The horses' hooves stepped on the ground and also stepped on people's hearts.
Two hundred war horses started running, causing the earth to shake. Both sides of the fight invariably slowed down their attack speed.
Lao Balai yelled angrily with a look of horror on his face: "You're such a good Zarimu, you actually got together to plot against me?"
Zarim laughed loudly and said: "Old Balai, today is the day you die. From now on, your tribe belongs to me."
Just as Zalim was laughing triumphantly, a black light flashed at a very fast speed and shot through Zalim's throat, causing his laughter to stop abruptly.
Seeing this, Lao Balai burst into laughter and said, "Zalim, I never thought you would be here today. From now on, your tribe belongs to me. Zalim is dead, why don't you surrender?"
But as soon as he finished speaking, a sharp arrow flew quickly from the front and shot him off his horse.
Jia Cong slowly put down the bow and arrow in his hand and shouted to the battlefield: "Lao Balai is dead. Those who put down their weapons and surrender will be spared death. Those who resist stubbornly will not be spared."
At this time, Wang Shun and Zhang Hu had already led their cavalry into the battlefield and started a crazy killing spree.
Yesterday, one head cost ten taels of silver, which made most people go crazy.
When I went to the battlefield today, I was marching forward bravely, not talking nonsense, and slashing at the enemy with my sword.
Especially those horse bandits who were included. Yesterday they moved slowly and did not reap any benefits. Today they risked their lives and rushed forward.
The two groups of people on the battlefield were dumbfounded when they saw these people rushing forward with all their might, and they all ran away from each other.
The leaders of both sides were killed at the same time. At this time, a third party appeared. There was nothing left to fight. The fighting between the two sides miraculously stopped.
When Old Balai's men saw that all their leaders were dead, and the other party was joined by cavalry, they simply threw down their weapons and surrendered.
Zalim's cronies also died in the battle, and the entire tribe had no one to call the shots.
Jia Cong came forward and found a few remaining hundred households and a few of Zalimu's soldiers. He first arranged for people to clean up the battlefield and escorted the prisoners back to the tribe for further discussion.
After a busy period, everyone arrived at Zalimu's big tent.
There are six hundred households in Zalimu's tribe, and they all came, as well as four personal guards.
On Jia Cong's side were Wang Shun, Xu Hua, Tiezhu, Wangcai and others.
After looking at everyone, Jia Cong said: "Everyone, the Zalimu man unfortunately died in the battle. Fortunately, we won this victory. Now the top priority is for you to elect a new leader and continue to manage the tribe.
Another one is that if we take advantage of the great victory and annex Lao Balai's tribe in one fell swoop, others will take advantage of us later, and our losses will be irreparable. What do you think? "
Several people argued for a long time but still failed to make a decision. Jia Cong secretly shook his head. None of these people was suitable to be the leader.
Xu Hua said: "Everyone, since you can't make up your mind for the time being, why not let Boss Jia make the decision first? Let's unite together to capture Lao Balai's tribe first and move them here together. Then how about we slowly discuss it?" "
Everyone was deadlocked and could only listen to Xu Hua's opinion first.
"We are willing to follow Boss Jia's command and take down Lao Balai's tribe first."
Jia Cong nodded and said: "Since you all trust me, I won't be polite. If we win this time, we will reward the meritorious people first. Anyone who kills one person will be rewarded with ten taels of silver, or equivalent supplies."
I will provide these materials and silver, but I want the war horses captured this time. In addition, I will recruit a group of guards from the tribe to form a cavalry guard. Each person will be paid two taels of silver per month, and there will be rewards for military merit. "
When several people heard this, their eyes widened immediately. They had twenty-four taels of silver a year, which was much better than following Zalim.
Someone immediately expressed their intention to join, and the four guards directly chose to join.
Jia Cong readily agreed, and then Wangcai reported the statistical casualties and losses.
"Third Master, everyone, this time we killed more than 700 enemies and captured more than 1,200 people. We suffered more than 300 casualties and captured more than 1,900 horses and more than 2,000 weapons."
Jia Cong said: "You go down and tally up the list of enemies first and hand it over to Wangcai, who will distribute the silver coins in public. Then he gathers the troops and goes to Lao Balai's tribe to surrender the entire tribe and move them here."
Everyone agreed and dispersed.
Soon everyone compiled the list of enemies to kill and handed it over to Wangcai.
Under Jia Cong's instruction, Wangcai had several boxes of silver carried out, placed them in the square, distributed the silver coins in public, and personally handed the money to everyone.
These Mongolian guards received a lot of money, and they all smiled happily.
Those who didn't get any money were even more envious.
"I wonder if there will be such a good thing in the future? Boss Jia is so generous."
"Yes, this time Boss Jia's bodyguards acted with us. We have taken advantage of Boss Jia, and it will be hard to tell from now on."
"I heard from our centurion that Boss Jia is recruiting guards in our tribe. They will receive a military salary of two taels of silver per month. There will also be other rewards for meritorious service. I have already planned to sign up."
"What? There is such a good thing, and I want to sign up, but will the tribe let us go?"
"Our leader is dead, who cares about you? Even our centurion has signed up, and I heard that Boss Jia has agreed."
"Really? It's great. I'll sign up soon."
Jia Cong's silver bullet offensive was more effective than expected.
The military salary of two taels of silver a month is already the upper limit of military salary. Even the Imperial Forest Army of Da Chu does not have such a high military salary.
What's more, these Mongolian soldiers work as errands in their own tribes and receive almost no military pay. They are all recruited into the army.
Even if they herd cattle in the tribe for a year, their income would be very little. Now that they have such a good job, who is willing to refuse it?
After distributing the reward money, the team was summoned to completely occupy Lao Balai's tribe.
A group of resisters were killed, and all the other people in the tribe were moved over and merged into a large tribe.
Lao Balai's property was also confiscated and moved here.
Lao Balai was shot to death by Jia Cong. Lao Balai's family property and even the women in his family became Jia Cong's trophies.
With a little beauty like Qingwen by his side, he has no interest in these women at all.
However, Lao Balai has a lot of good things collected in his home.
There are more than 200 fine mink and fox skins, and he also has a large collection of Dongzhu, ginseng, gemstones and other valuables.
Jia Cong asked Qingwen and Han Nianci to collect these things separately and keep them for their own family, while the other supplies were handed over to the caravan for disposal.
After returning to the tribe, ask Zhang Hua and Wangcai to come forward and arrange the people in the tribe.
Put Wang Shun and Zhang Hu in charge and start recruiting cavalry from the tribe.
The recruitment requirements are tribal warriors between the ages of fifteen and thirty. First of all, they must have good riding skills, and secondly, they must be physically strong and strong.
Similarly, Ning Que Mu Chao refuses to accept those who do not meet the standards. Two taels of silver per month is not so easy to get.
When the herdsmen got the news, they all rushed over to join in. The registration office was immediately crowded with people.
After making arrangements, Jia Cong returned to his big tent.
The entire tent is divided into two parts. The front is the meeting hall, and the back is Jia Cong's bedroom, separated by a screen in the middle.
Jia Cong, Qingwen, and Han Nianci slept in the inner room, and the four of them, Spring, Summer, Autumn, and Winter, slept in the outer room as personal bodyguards to guard against emergencies.
Now Han Nianci and Qingwen are responsible for their food, clothing, housing and transportation.
Qingwen and Chun Xia Qiu Dong still had to find time to practice martial arts, and they had to be with them when they went out. These things all fell on Han Nianci's head.
After returning to the tent, Han Nianci had already laid out the food.
"Third Master, the food is ready. You should wash up and eat first."
A few people simply washed up and were not so particular outside, so Chun Xia Qiu Dong and others sat down together.
The dishes in Mongolia are almost all beef and mutton, including one roasted whole lamb, two roasted lamb legs, one grilled bear paw, one smoked chicken, a large plate of soy beef, one milk tofu, and a large basin of whole lamb soup. , and five or six green vegetables.
Several people are martial arts practitioners, they consume a lot of food, eat a lot of food, and have a relatively large demand for meat. This table of dishes is quite suitable.
Qingwen took the cup and poured a cup of kumiss, handed it to Jia Cong, poured another cup for herself, and everyone else also filled it.
Jia Cong asked doubtfully: "Qingwen, don't you like drinking kumiss? It doesn't taste very good."
Qingwen smiled and said: "Third Master, these are different, can you try them?"
Jia Cong picked up the cup and took a sip. It was indeed much better than before.
"Well, these wines can still be tasted. Where did they come from?"
Qingwen said: "Sister Nianci has reprocessed the old kumiss. It's much better than before."
Han Nianci smiled and said: "This kumiss is quite nutritious, but the taste is a bit off. After I learned about their production process, I added a few more steps and steamed it several times, so that Mr. San can drink some every day. "
Jia Cong said: "Well, you did a good job. It's indeed much better to drink. If you have nothing to do, let them make more. When the caravan returns, take some back with you so that your family can have a taste."
Han Nianci said: "I know Third Master, I will prepare more, and what should we do with the mink skins, fox skins and other items we got today?"
Jia Cong said: "We can keep these for ourselves. The winter here is very cold. We need to prepare cotton clothes in advance. Let's make a mink coat for each person. We can also make scarves and hats. Protect yourself first and don't freeze." .”
Qingwen said: "Third Master, what color do you like? I will prepare one for you."
"Black, white or purple will do. Just watch and do it."
As soon as a few people finished eating, someone came to the door.
This man was a centurion in the tribe named Borchi. After coming in, he gave Jia Cong a big salute.
"Borchi meets with Boss Jia."
Jia Cong was stunned, and quickly stepped forward to help him up, and said in confusion: "Brother Borchi, you can't bear such a big gift. Please get up quickly. If you have anything to say, please tell me directly." .”
Borchi did not get up, but raised his head and said: "Boss Jia, I want to be the leader of the tribe, and I hope you can support me. I can't give you anything now. I am willing to recognize you as my master. I will never be the leader in my life." betray."
Jia Cong had guessed Borchi's intention since he came in, but he didn't expect that this man was so determined.
In order to be the leader, he actually had to consider himself the master.
The leader of a tribe of ten thousand people is actually the master of the tribe, equivalent to a prince, in charge of military and political power, as well as the power of life and death.
The current tribe has just merged with a tribe of 10,000 people. It is already a large tribe of more than 20,000 people, and this authority is even heavier.
With his own support, he can easily become a prince and even go further.
Jia Cong didn't help him anymore, but sat back on the chair and began to think deeply.
If you help him, the caravan will have a fixed foothold in the future, and this trade route will be enough to support a team.
With the support of a large tribe, I will feel more at home here.
In other words, this big tribe will be yours from now on, and you can have the final say.
"Okay, I promise you, I will help you take the position of leader, and I will help you develop and grow, but I hope you don't forget your promise."
Borchi kowtowed happily and said: "Borchi thanks my master for your support. I am willing to swear here that I will never betray my master in my life. If I violate this oath, I will be pierced by thousands of arrows and die."
I didn’t expect that this time I came to the grassland, I would get such great benefits. God is really helping me.
Jia Cong smiled and said: "Get up. Externally we are a cooperative relationship. We are the best partners. Tomorrow I will help you become the leader of the tribe."
