The roar of men and horses, the cries of women and children, the clashing of steel blades, the neighing of horses and sheep, and the roars of cattle running away are mixed together.

The scimitar in Tarigan's hand was mixed with the whirring wind and slashed at a Ming cavalryman, who came to meet him with a sword. With a loud bang, the two knives intersected, and with this huge momentum, Tarigan almost knocked the Ming cavalry off his horse. He roared, the scimitar in his hand crossed a bright arc in the air, and was about to slash at the top of the head of the Ming cavalry, when he suddenly felt a chill in his heart, and a sharp spear tip penetrated through his chest from the back, he opened his mouth wide and couldn't close it anymore, his pupils gradually dilated, and Kuiwei's body gradually lost his life, and he fell from the horse with a "plop". The horse's hooves trampled, running back and forth in the marquee-like war horse, and the horse's hooves with a large bowl mouth trampled his sturdy body into flesh without any scruples.

The superiority in numbers, the unpreparedness of attacking, and the sudden sharp knife attack brought into full play the advantages of thousands of cavalry of the Ming army, and the tactics of the steppe people were completely embodied in the Ming army. The fierce and swift attack only took a moment to kill the hundreds of tribal warriors who rushed to the other side and had no formation and cooperation.

There are fallen horses, wounded tribal warriors, running in a hurry among the horses, I don't know when, or in front of them, or behind them, or on the left and right, there will be a horse rushing over, the Ming cavalry on the horse raised their hips and stood up, waved the cold steel knife high in their hands, and slashed down with a string of blood beads.

Split shoulders and backs, and cut the fallen opponent in half. It was so fast that some of the tribal warriors could even hear the steel knife slicing into their bodies, accompanied by the sound of bones shattering. By this time, half of his body, or his entire head with an arm, had fallen to the ground.

The snowy grass was instantly stained red with blood.

The cries of children and the wails of women echoed through the field.

"Abba, Abba......" A child ran out of his felt bag and cried bitterly on Tarigan's bloody body.

"Urigi—" Odunqimug didn't hold the child, and rushed out of the felt bag. When I saw my husband's body lying on the snow, I remembered that I was still talking and laughing and feasting, but now I don't know where my soul has gone, and I can't help but cry. But now she can't take care of her dead husband, and the most important thing is to protect the child.

"Come back with me." She looked horrified at the Ming cavalry coming and going around her.

"No—" Urigi's eyes erupted with hatred, and his immature little face distorted with extreme rage. He grabbed Abba's scimitar left on the snow, stumbling towards a young Ming army officer on a horse.

The Ming army officer was stunned for a moment when he saw a child coming over with a knife and desperately trying his best. Urigi quickly ran up to him, gritted his teeth and raised his knife to look at his leg.

"Boom—" A dull sound of blades slamming into flesh sounded, and Urigi slumped and fell to the snow, instantly becoming a cold corpse like his father.

The young officer's eyes widened in surprise, and a young officer wearing a bright silver helmet and waist-length armor held a goose feather knife expressionlessly, and the blood on the blade dripped little by little on the snow, which was the blood on Uriji's body.

"Yang Muyun, are you stupid?" The young officer rebuked the young officer, "Where is the stupid pestle for that little cub to chop down?"

"But he's still a child......" shouted the young officer to him, waking up from a dream.

"Enemies are not divided into adults and children, and wolf cubs are also wolves, and they will bite when they grow up." The young officer snorted coldly and said. A cry of sorrow sounded behind him, and Odunqimug threw himself madly at Urigi, who had fallen in the snow. The young officer's eyes narrowed, and the Yanling knife was raised high again, and a bone-chilling light flashed. A line of blood erupted from his neck, and he tilted his head and collapsed beside his child without saying a word.

"Even if it's a woman, you can't let it go." The young officer added coldly.

"Zhu Yi, ...... you" Yang Muyun's face changed, and he wanted to say a few more words, but the young officer turned his horse's head and galloped towards the other herdsmen who were scattering and fleeing.

Looking at the corpses of the women and children who fell to the ground, Yang Muyun's body trembled slightly, he didn't expect that the old and young women and children could not escape the cruelty of the battlefield, everything in front of him

It was like a nightmare that extinguished the excitement he had when he first entered the battlefield.

The cavalry team he was in walked on the grassland for ten days before he discovered the tribe in front of him.

"Don't leave a single mouth alive." This was an order given by Shen Rong, the commander of the avant-garde command of the government army, before launching an attack. This is the son of a noble man who has just taken the throne, and he is just in his early thirties, which is the age when he is eager to make a contribution.

Yang Muyun remembered the drill in the suburbs of Beijing half a month ago, and he saw the young emperor's Zhu Qizhen again. No matter how earth-shattering and uniform the drill of the hundreds of thousands of troops was, Zhu Qizhen's frowning brows never relaxed, this was not a real war, and no matter how beautiful the Ming army officers and soldiers were, they could not explain anything. The Mongolian cavalry came and went in the suburbs of the Ming Dynasty, straight into the land of no one, and many people in the capital sold their properties and moved to other places.

"The avant-garde of the government army is the pro-army of the Son of Heaven, is it a big responsibility?" Such a simple sentence came out of Zhu Qizhen's mouth, which made Shen Rong, the avant-garde commander of the government army who had just attacked the lord, sniff out the meaning of the strings, and immediately patted his chest and stepped forward to say that he would personally lead the five thousand elite horsemen of the avant-garde of the government army to go deep into the grassland and come to a plough court to sweep the cave in Mobei.

"Five thousand people is too few," Zhu Qizhen shook his head at that time, reminding him, "There has always been no less than 100,000 Ming troops who have penetrated deep into Mobei. ”

But this commander, who is not much older than the emperor, is full of self-confidence for some reason, saying that the soldiers are not too expensive, and although the five thousand elite cavalry cannot sweep away the remnants of Mobei, they can also turn him upside down. Explore the road for the emperor to come to Japan.

What he said made the young emperor also interested, and it was Zhu Qizhen's dream to reproduce the glory of Emperor Taizong. Emperor Taizong was able to conquer Mobei five times, why couldn't he himself? Zhu Qizhen thought. If Shen Rong can lead the five thousand elite cavalry of the avant-garde of the government army deep into the grassland, and can retreat with his whole body, what reason will those old ministers in the court who like to babble in front of him and rely on the old man to sell the old again? The two of them hit it off, and the five thousand elite cavalry of the avant-garde of the government army led by Shen Rong went north into the grassland, making a good fuss about him, and he couldn't just let the Mongolian cavalry go south to invade the Ming border at every turn, and come without being rude, this time it was time for the Ming army to take the initiative to attack once. Considering that he only led 5,000 people to go deep alone, Zhu Qizhen did not give this very thoughtful young general any specific will, but just asked each of the 5,000 people to bring back a captive rank.

Shen Rong was full of confidence and took 5,000 people on the road without any logistical supplies. The five thousand households under his command are all the sons of the ministers, namely Zhu Yi, the son of Chengguo, Xu Yongning, the son of Dingguo, Guo Cong, the eldest son of Wudinghou, Chen Chengfeng, the eldest grandson of Ningyang, and Zheng Hong, the son of Zheng Neng, Wu'anhou. I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, Yang Muyun happened to be under Zhu Yi's command, and along the way, Zhu Yi asked him to fight the front station, reconnoiter the enemy's situation, and let him do any dangerous and hard things.

So they walked on the steppe for ten days and met nothing. Winter on the steppe came early, and on the tenth day, it snowed heavily, and the supplies they had brought with them were about to run out. If you go any further, I'm afraid you won't be able to return to Daming.

Exploring the way with Yang Muyun in front was a general banner seconded from the 3,000 battalion, and Yang Muyun also knew him, the chief of the guard Ma Liang and his men that Cao Jixiang assigned to him when he set off from the southern capital.

Ma Liang was originally a Mongolian, and he raised an eagle falcon that could detect the situation hundreds of miles away. Just when the patience and morale of their troops were about to run out, Ma Liang's falcon found that cows, sheep and felt bags appeared in front of them.

The Mongols were finally discovered, and everyone was in good spirits for a while. Shen Rong hurriedly summoned five thousand households, and while the other party was not prepared, the five thousand people team spread out in a fan and pressed over with lightning speed, so the previous scene happened......

Yang Muyun rode on the horse and looked at everything in front of him in a daze, the blade was shining, and the men in the tribe, along with the old and young women and children, were chased and slaughtered like prey on the grassland. The white snow and the red blood are so dazzling. He was not afraid of battle, but he could not raise his knife to the elderly, women and children.

"My lord—" A Ming cavalryman dressed in an unusually tall and burly manner came to Yang Muyun, "Look, I killed five." He picked up the five heads that had been braided together, which he had cut off with a knife. Ming Dynasty Army

One of the credentials used in the team to remember merit is to see who has cut off the most heads.

"Don't say anything," Yang Muyun glanced at him lightly, and there was no sign of approval in his eyes, "That's right, I actually killed five, they must be the bravest warriors in this tribe?" ”

"Uh......" Mo Buyu's face flushed, scratched his head and said, "There are two men from the tribe, one is a woman, one is an old man, and the other is an eleven or twelve-year-old child. ”

"Men and women are complete, you are really capable." Yang Muyun snorted lightly.

"My lord, no," no matter how rough Mo Buyu's heart was, he could hear that Yang Muyun was mocking himself, "My subordinates killed the two brothers, and their families came up to me to fight hard, so my subordinates had to kill them all." ”

"Got it, go ahead." Yang Muyun sighed.

"Are you alright, sir?" Mo Buyu saw that his face was different, so he asked again.

"It's okay, I just want to be quiet, you go down." Yang Muyun waved his hand.

"Then the subordinate retired." Mo Buyu arched his hand and turned the horse's head.

There were no more than 300 young and middle-aged men in the entire tribe, and there were no more than 1,000 people in total, including the old and young women and children, and it would not take much effort for the 5,000 Ming army to solve them. But after a stick of incense, the shouting of killing gradually stopped, the wails of women and children also disappeared, and the whole land fell silent again.

All the Ming soldiers began to clean up the battlefield, they gathered all the corpses in one place, and then happily began to slaughter cattle and sheep, for ten days, everyone brought dry food is almost finished, and now they finally have the opportunity to feast, how can they not be thunderous?

Those who have won all came to command the envoys there to repay their merits, and Shen Rong gave each of them a compliment.

"My lord, everyone's morale is high now, even if the cavalry of the Tartars arrives, we will not be afraid to fight against them." Zhu Yi said on the side.

"Hmm." Shen Rong nodded. Suddenly, there was a noise in front of him, and his brows couldn't help frowning, "What's going on?" Let's go, go up and have a look. ”

It turned out that two soldiers were fighting for a head.

"I killed him." One of the soldiers glared and said, "I cut off the head, and the head should belong to me." ”

"I stabbed him to death with a knife before you could behead him." Another soldier said-for-tat, "So his head must go to me." ”

"You ......" the soldier in front of him was very angry, and he pulled his sword out of its sheath with a "choking".

"Do you have a knife?" Another soldier drew his sword and shouted at him, "Let's have a game, and if you win, the head will be yours." If I win, you can't fight with me again. ”

"I'm afraid of you, it's better than you!" The previous soldier said, waving the long knife in his hand.

Shen Rong's eyebrows were tightly locked, and he was about to speak, when he heard a voice say coldly: "But fighting for the head of a girl, the two big men are fighting hard with knives, it's really ambitious." And they looked at the head, and saw that the head had a bare jaw and no beard, but it looked like the head of a woman.

The faces of the two soldiers turned red, and they were about to attack, when they saw a crowd of onlookers, and a general flag officer came out, who was not very old, he looked only fifteen or sixteen years old, and his appearance was quite handsome. He came to the two soldiers and glanced at each of them, "A Tartar woman also needs you two big men to kill, I really don't know where your two eggs are." As soon as these words came out, some of the officers and soldiers watching around couldn't help but laugh out loud.

He lazily glanced at the head of the person on the ground, "Is this the head you are fighting for?" ”

"Yes, sir." A soldier said.

"Bang-" "Brush-" Everyone only felt a flower in front of them, and no one could see how he drew the knife, and the human head on the ground was immediately split in half.

"Well, one person and half, so there's no need to fight, right?" The young flag officer said.