"Brush!" "Brush!" "Brush!"
The hundreds of cavalry men riding strong horses behind them all raised their swords after hearing their commander's words, with a bloodthirsty and cruel smile on their faces.
The wind whistled by his ears. Tamurzhahan took the lead and rode on the horse. His legs were closely attached to the horse's back. In the cold night fog, hundreds of Mongolian steppe light cavalry were like demons haunting the dark night. , rushing towards the simple villagers who had gone home to sleep in the dark night at extremely fast speeds.
The intensive and harsh sound of the hooves of hundreds of cavalrymen woke up some villagers who were sleeping in the house. When these villagers sensed that something was wrong, they took out their own shovels and hammers and rushed out of the house.
They looked at the villagers rushing out of the house, holding shovels and hammers, with panic on their faces, and they couldn't even cooperate.
Tamurzahan, who was riding at the front, curled his lips in disdain and said, "A bunch of rabble", and then ordered the Guards Cavalry on the left and right to "crush them"... Kill! "
Several guard cavalrymen rushed forward quickly, and there was a crisp "Puff" sound. The galloping war horse hit a villager at the front who was holding a shovel like an iron wall. The powerful impact of the "collision" directly knocked the person away. His body was paralyzed in the snow, and it was obvious that he would not survive.
"Kill!" A Mongolian grassland guard quickly passed by another stunned villager, and the sword raised high drew a small line of cold light in the air. "Pfft. The villager's eyes only felt blurry. A huge human head flew into the air, and blood spurted out half a meter high from the headless chest. The mercenary behind him was stunned. His face was splashed with blood,
"Kill!" The Mongolian steppe light cavalry who followed up hit an arrow into a group of villagers, immediately smashing the mercenaries into pieces.
The swords flashed with cold light, and the horses struck with their swords. The corpses of the villagers fell under the scattered village houses. The villagers who had just plucked up the courage to charge were scattered by the swift cavalry. Many Mongolian steppe light cavalry attacked the entire village. They dug through the village and quickly killed them back.
In just one hour, hundreds of Mongolian steppe light cavalry killed almost all the more than a thousand people in the village. Not counting that, after packing up their belongings, food, women, etc., they finally Another fire was set and the whole village was burned to ashes.
These simple villagers didn't realize until the moment they died that they had saved a demon, a demon from Mongolia on the grassland.
It was only then that they began to regret, and their intestines turned green with regret. However, it was no use, their homes were destroyed, their houses were burned, their wives and children were killed, and everything disappeared in the light of the fire with the screams.
At this moment, because of the Zhungeer cavalry, all parts of Gansu Province are in misery!
“All wars are a continuation of interests, and there is no war in the world without any interests at all!
For the sake of profit, the roaring Zhungeer cavalry accepted the advice of the caravan accompanying the army, and like the old rich men who plundered the land, they looted in a planned way, in the dark night.
The Jungar cavalry quietly approached towns and villages, and then swarmed in, kicking open the doors of officials and rich people's homes. You could often see officials and rich people preparing to escape with their belongings.
They moved all the property away and killed the officials and wealthy people on the spot.
Black clouds piled up in the sky, and the dry and cold air stung the nose, like a hook hanging deep in the nose. Every breath made a dull exhalation sound, and a thin layer of white accumulated on the ground. ice.
This weird stench filled the air, and a row of white objects hung upside down on a tree in the forest. Many vultures hovered over the corpses, which were particularly conspicuous.
In one area, there were even hundreds of corpses, many of them old people and children. On the other side, there was a Xingluo thatched house that was almost reduced to ashes.
The eyes of some corpses were eaten by foraging birds, leaving only two black eye sockets.
Some necks were more than twice as long as normal people because their collarbones were broken by iron nails, just like the long-necked geese hung by the cook.
The wind blew past these corpses, and the corpses swayed like kites, making strange creaking sounds, as if they wanted to throw away the iron nails nailed to their necks.
Such a strange and terrifying sight can scare even the most daring people.
"It's really terrible! What have these Mongolians, who are worse than beasts, done to leave anything for us?"
Looking at the dead villages with almost nothing left around them, all of them were like hungry wolves. Wanting to take advantage, a group of more than ten thieves on horseback spat on the ground and cursed one by one. Up the Mongols.
They are dirty robbers and thieves, and their identities are extremely ordinary. They were originally just like the villagers here, just ordinary farmers.
However, due to the persecution of the Qing government, he had no choice but to start a career as a thief.
But they are three points more hateful than the foreign Mongols. If the Mongols are wolves, they are flies following the wolves.
While they were bullying their own people, selling children, killing people and selling goods, they committed all kinds of evil, while at the same time they bowed to the Mongols, which was extremely despicable.
These thieves were very unwilling to find anything on their trip and began frantically looking for so-called belongings in the ruins.
This search didn't matter, I really found something valuable for them.
They found a child named Zhang Junbao in a villager's cellar and threw him to the ground.
Zhang Bao had no way of knowing the identities of these people, so he only regarded them as enemies. He was like a cub that was forced into a corner, roaring in his throat and showing off his not-sharp claws.
The long whip struck silently from behind, and Zhang Bao fell to the ground again. The group of thieves laughed excitedly. One of them leaned over and grabbed the boy, laid him on the horse's back, and searched unceremoniously. He found The small bag of silver in the young man's arms was raised high and shouted:
"Hey, this kid's family is quite wealthy. When his parents hid him, they actually stuffed a small bag of money into him!"
Zhang Junbao, who had not been out for more than ten years and was very simple and simple, did not understand the identities of these people until then. For a moment, he was furious, "Let me go!" He shouted loudly, struggling to grab it. The only relics left by his parents when they hid him in the cellar.
The laughter of the thieves became louder, and they did not take the young man seriously at all. The leader of the thieves put the package wrapped with silver into his arms, touched around the young man's body, and then took out a low-quality miscellaneous bag. A jade pendant made of jade and a knife made of iron.
After plundering all the valuables from Zhang Bao, the leader of the thieves threw Zhang Bao back to the ground.
After Zhang Bao was suddenly thrown, his back felt as if it was broken, and the pain penetrated to the bone marrow. But what frightened him even more was the package that was snatched away. It was the most precious relic left to him by his parents, more precious than his Life still matters.
But no one at the scene cared about his feelings. A group of more than ten robbers all looked at the young Zhang Bao with a playful look as he struggled to stand up.
"Give it back!" Zhang Bao, a teenager in his teens, jumped up desperately.
The leader of the thieves hit him in the face with a casual punch, almost knocking him unconscious. Then he took out a rope and tied him tightly, even his mouth was stuffed with dirty and smelly horse binding cloth.
The bandit leader waved his hand and then jumped off the horse. Seeing this, several other bandits also jumped on the horse, preparing to light a fire for cooking. After all, they had not eaten for nearly a day.
Zhang Bao's hands and feet were tied, and he could only squirm like a bug, struggling desperately, and then using all his strength, he tried his best to crawl towards the place where the leader of the thieves was sitting.
When he was about to approach the thief leader, the thief leader heard the sound, looked back, and kicked him hard again. This kick directly knocked the young Zhang Bao unconscious.
"……………………"
After eating and drinking, the thieves mounted their horses and left the village and went down the mountain.
There is also a thief on lookout near the foot of the mountain, guarding some young orphans who were captured like the young Zhang Bao and prepared to be sold together for money.
A group of more than ten thieves rode horses and galloped eastward. Behind their horses, there were almost one or two children who had been captured by them.
The most difficult thing in troubled times is that the poor and kind-hearted people suffer from the pain of war, their wives and children are separated, and their bodies and families are separated.
After driving for nearly a day and night, the group of thieves stopped at a fork in the road. Zhang Bao, who was tied to the horse, felt that this place was already far away from his home.
Although he has never left his hometown, the place in front of him is a plain. Compared with the place surrounded by mountains like his hometown, it is a completely different terrain.
"…………"
The branch road from north to south passes through a narrow mountain pass. After walking for several miles, it merges with the main east-west road. Hundreds of people have gathered at the intersection.
Most of the people were wearing shabby leather clothes, which seemed to have never been washed. They were oily and glistening in the morning sun. Everyone was carrying weapons and had fierce eyes, like a group of wild beasts who were forced to gather in a heap.
There are obviously factions among the various groups of thieves and robbers. They are divided into several groups. Their peripheral visions are full of alertness. Their palms are always placed not far from their weapons, as if they are ready for war at any time.
The strange thing is that the ferocious robbers and insidious thieves are all crowded on the west side of the intersection. There is a wide open space on the opposite side of the road, but no one passes by, as if there is a ghost hidden in that empty area.
What's even more strange is that the thieves and robbers are all looking towards the mountain pass to the north. They all look anxious, as if they are waiting for someone.
