Bullying the old, weak, sick and disabled did not put any pressure on Chen Kan at all. There was a feud between the Tatars and the Han people.
Since Chen Kan is from the Ming Dynasty, he should act from the standpoint of the Ming Dynasty.
Besides, Chen Kan never had Mary's disease.
We were already deep behind enemy lines, and instead of killing some Tatar men and women while we could, were we going to wait for the Oara tribe to unify the grasslands and lead their army to the gates of Beijing?
So Chen Kan gave the order to march towards the Tatar tribe without hesitation.
As Chen Kan expected, when they were still thirty miles away from the tribe, the scout who inquired about the news brought back exciting news again.
There were no young people in the large tribe of 10,000 people. There were only about 3,000 old, weak, sick and disabled people grazing around the tribe.
"Jiejiejie..."
Chen Kan laughed sadly again. It just so happened that it would be a good idea to use this tribe as the burial place for the tail behind him.
Hearing Chen Kan's strange laughter again, the military generals headed by Zhou Shi and Cheng Feng couldn't help but subconsciously take a few steps away from him.
Entering the grassland, although they also regarded themselves as villains, they still felt a little ashamed after all.
At least if they want to imitate Chen Kan's "unruly" smile, they can't do it.
The distance of thirty miles was the farthest distance for the cavalry to launch a charge. Chen Kan immediately ordered: "Surge into the Tatar tribe, and those who are higher than the wheel will be killed without mercy!"
Those who are taller than the wheel will be killed. This was the military law set by Genghis Khan when he conquered the capital of the Jin Kingdom.
Since then, the theory of city massacre has become popular on the grassland.
Since it was the regulations set by the Mongols, Chen Kan, who was on the grassland, followed Genghis Khan's regulations. This did not break the rules.
After all, there is no reason in the world that Mongolians can massacre people of other races at will, but people of other races cannot massacre Mongolians.
Obviously, many of Chen Kan's soldiers have read books, and they also know the allusion that those who are higher than the wheel will be killed.
Even if the soldiers don't know this allusion, there will be soldiers who know it to popularize it.
So soon the morale of the officers and soldiers of Mingming Army was high.
They were very satisfied with Chen Kan's order and just followed the Romans.
As for doing this, it is suspected of bullying the old, weak, sick and disabled. When the Tatars enslaved the Han people and called the Han people two-legged sheep, they were not merciful.
As a result, the soldiers became excited and screamed with excitement.
"Military morale is available."
Chen Kan grinned and laughed, then unsheathed the sword on his waist: "Brothers, kill!"
After saying that, he took the lead and killed in the direction pointed out by the scout.
"kill!"
A group of Ming army soldiers followed behind Chen Kan, howling.
I have to say, it's so satisfying to follow such a general.
Even if you die in battle, you don't have to worry about being killed in the wilderness, but you can return to your hometown and bury yourself in peace.
Four thousand war horses trampled on the ground, making the entire grassland tremble.
When he was still ten miles away from the large tribe, Chen Kan could already see the Tatar camp.
The nomadic people live in pursuit of water and grass. Now that it is summer, the small Yellow River on the Tumut River has abundant water, nourishing the surrounding grasslands with rich water and grass.
So this tribe has been grazing here.
A few days ago, the Great Khan suddenly stated that people were going to invade the grasslands and needed warriors to resist the invasion of the Ming people. Therefore, the men of the tribe took up their swords and went to the south. They did not allow the Ming people to enter their hometown where they had lived for generations. Go and keep the damn Ming people out of the grassland.
Therefore, the only warriors in the tribe now are a group of children who have not yet reached the age of fourteen.
Chen Kan saw the tribe's large sheepskin tent, and naturally the herdsmen also saw the charging Ming army.
Mongolian: "No, the Nanbarbarians are coming."
I don't know which herdsman yelled, and the tribe suddenly panicked.
The Nanmanzi attacked at the door of the house. Could it be that Ada and the others who went to the south had failed?
Hearing the deafening sound of horse hooves, many old people looked frightened.
The female herdsmen were even more frightened to the point of crying. When the Nanmanzi attacked them, they really did not dare to think about the fate of their fathers, brothers and men at home.
The children were even more panicked and ran away in all directions.
At this moment, a dark-faced boy stood up.
"Don't be afraid, pick up your sword and protect our homeland."
The boy's shout woke up other boys, so a group of boys of similar age woke up from their dreams and picked up the gifts given to them by their father and brother when they first caught prey, which was a handle like a sword. A scimitar shaped like a crescent moon.
Almost everyone on the grassland has a scimitar like this.
Men would use them for hunting, kill intruders, and cut off pieces of meat for eating. Women and children would use them for grazing, and use them to deal with the ubiquitous gray wolves on the grasslands.
Those gray wolves are very hateful and will steal their cattle and sheep if they are not careful.
The young men holding the scimitars seemed to see their father and brother's high expectations for them, and heard their father and brother's praise of them.
"Children, run quickly, you are no match for the Nanmanzi."
Some elderly people shouted to the young people at the top of their lungs, asking them to get on their horses and run away to find their father and brother, and the Great Khan who could make the decision for them.
But the teenagers ignored the old man's hoarse shouts. Instead, they clenched the scimitars in their hands and watched the southern barbarian cavalry in the distance gradually turn from small dots into a flood.
They were so nervous that their nervous palms were sweating.
But they dare not forget their father and brother’s instructions before leaving. They are going to the battlefield. They are the warriors in the tribe. They must pick up their scimitars and muster up their courage to drive away the gray wolves for the women. Bad guys who are hostile to the tribe.
So, now, it's time for them to become warriors.
Hundreds of teenagers in the tribe stood guard at the gate of the tribe. The panicked women, children and old people looked at this scene with regret on their faces.
Finally, they could see Nanmanzi's face clearly. Not only could they see Nanmanzi's face, but they could also see the ferocious and bloodthirsty smile on Nanmanzi's face.
Their hearts were pounding, and they instinctively wanted to tremble in the face of the charge of the war horses.
But they dare not forget the teachings of their father and brother, let alone give up their homeland to others.
The boy who yelled out at the beginning was the bravest boy in the tribe. Many women like flowers were willing to get close to him because he always gave people a strong sense of security.
At this moment, he was also standing at the front with a scimitar in his hand.
The young men who were dissatisfied with him in the past all admired his courage now.
Because not only did he dare to face Nanmanzi's charge, he didn't even frown.
"kill!"
He shouted loudly and took the lead in charging toward the charging horses.
With him as an example, most of the remaining youths also divided up and followed him to kill. The remaining youths raised their bows and nocked arrows, preparing to wait for the Nanmanzi's horses to rush into the shooting range, and then send them a shower of arrows. .
The brave and fearless young man's resolute face caught Chen Kan's eyes.
Chen Kan took off the musket attached to the horse's back. His body moved with the rhythm of the horse, but the musket in his hand was held steady.
The Chen Kan of today is no longer the Chen Kan of a few years ago. Although the Chen Kan of today is not a peerless general, he still has the foundation for a general in cavalry and archery.
He aimed at the boy's determined face.
Then he slowly pulled the trigger.
"Bang~"
The bullet flew out and hit the boy between the eyebrows.
Chen Kan believed that if the boy could grow up safely, he would be a rare warrior on the grassland.
Unfortunately, times have changed, and no warrior can be defeated by a bullet.
The other teenagers who were following the boy were dumbfounded. They only heard a loud noise, and the bravest boy of their generation fell down strangely.
What kind of magic did Nanmanzi use?
But now the Nanmanzi are right in front of them. Even if the leader is killed in battle, they cannot be allowed to retreat, otherwise their families will suffer.
Even though their eyes were full of fear and their palms were wet with sweat, no one moved back.
"Bang bang bang~"
The next moment, endless gunshots rang out, and many teenagers felt pain in front of them. When they looked down, they saw a small hole in their chests.
Black blood flowed out, and their faces were full of fear and unwillingness. Unfortunately, they could no longer control their bodies.
The Ming army was like cutting wheat. After a burst of gunfire, a group of teenagers fell to the ground.
Finally, the teenagers who were lucky enough to survive collapsed.
Their father and brother once told them that the swords in their hands could help them defeat any enemy, including Nanman and wolves.
But now, their father and brother's words made them deeply suspicious. They suspected that Nanmanzi was not a human at all, but a monster who knew magic.
Otherwise, how come they were so far apart and died before they even had time to hand out their swords to Nanmanzi?
There were shrill cries and screams one after another, and muddy tears flowed from the eyes of the old people.
Seeing the future of the tribe falling in pieces, their hearts felt as if they were being cut by a knife and they were suffocated.
"The Yiqilesi Department is over."
"God of Immortality, please open your eyes and look at your people~"
They begged, begged the young men of the tribe to come back quickly to stop this massacre, and begged the Eternal Sky to send down divine thunder to kill these terrible demons.
They seem to have forgotten the tragedy when they followed the Golden Family to massacre other races.
When approaching the main camp, Chen Kan consciously slowed down his horse. There were only a few hundred teenagers on the other side and they could not have any impact on the two thousand elite Tang troops.
The reason why he shot the boy with his own hands was simply because the boy was the fastest runner.
The young men holding bows and arrows guarding the entrance of the tribe were ashen-faced. They managed to shoot two rounds of arrows, but they were unable to cause any harm to Mingjun.
Because the range of bows and arrows is far inferior to that of fire guns.
The Ming army only fired a volley, and there was no longer a boy standing at the door of the tribe.
This is massacre!
