"Send troops." Zhu Youzhen pulled out his sword and slashed towards the sky, and the 50,000 Guanning Iron Cavalry immediately began to charge.

Deep in the steppe, a few wisps of cooking smoke are rising, and a small tribe of Mongols is nomadic here.

In a tent, a Mongolian woman, Mu Qintai, is delivering a baby to an ewe.

For the Mongolians, sheep are the most important food, especially in winter, the number of sheep in the tribe determines the number of people living in the tribe, so in Mongolia, ewe giving birth is a very important thing.

"Grandma, grandma, why hasn't Abba come back yet." Mu Qintai's seven-year-old son, Tie Mingzhen, pushed open the tent door and ran in.

Tie Mingzhen still clearly remembered the promise Abba made to him when he left, that he would give him a real short knife when he came back next time.

For Tie Mingzhen, this is a gift that he thinks about day and night, he counts the days with his fingers day by day, but time passes, and his Abba has no sign of coming back, so that Tie Mingzhen is a little doubtful that his Abba will come back.

Looking at his stupid son, Mu Qintai smiled, "Abba is now fighting for the Immortal Heaven, and what Abba promised you will definitely do." ”

"Mu Qintai, Mu Qintai, go and greet you, the warriors are back." Just as Mu Qintai was comforting his son, his fellow tribesmen began to call.

"Coming back? Finally back. Mu Qintai couldn't care about the ewes she gave birth to, and rushed out directly with Tie Mingzhen, and now she can't wait to see her husband.

The rumbling sound of iron hooves drew closer, and all the tribe gathered together, they were waiting for it.

"No, that's not our warrior, it's not."

Now it is indeed not the Mongolian cavalry that is coming, but the 50,000 iron cavalry led by Zhu Youzhen.

Under the guidance of the compass, Zhu Youzhen and the others went all the way to the north, and ran for five hundred miles before stopping to rest. Although Zhu Youzhen had been prepared for the cold of the grassland, but when he really arrived at the grassland, the biting cold wind blew on his face before he understood what the cold of the grassland was, due to the need to strengthen mobility, 50,000 people each carried only three days of dry food, and now they have not much food left.

In this cold weather, if there is no food to replenish their strength, it means that they are not far from death, so it is imperative that they need to quickly replenish food and grass, but after running for five hundred miles, they did not see a single person, until they saw a Mongolian tribe.

For these warriors summoned from the system, Zhu Youzhen doesn't have to worry about how to attract their courage, what he has to do now is how to strive for the greatest results.

As the distance continued to get closer, the cavalry began to grow from a small black dot to slowly become larger and larger, until all the figures appeared in front of Mu Qintai and the others.

However, at this time, Mu Qintai's eyes were no longer expectant, but instead of a wave of horror, because they had already recognized that it was not their Mongolian warriors who rushed over, but the heavily armed Han people, the silver helmet and silver armor, and the steel knife in their hands.

At this time, they no longer had time to find out why the Han cavalry appeared here, and they only had one thought now, that is, to escape.

Mu Qintai burst out of the potential of a mother, I saw her quickly run to her tent, she could die, but her Tie Mingzhen couldn't die.

Although the young men of the tribe had already gone out with the Jurchens, the remaining old people were unwilling to be slaughtered, and they took up arms to resist, but they were not at all the opponents of the cavalry running at high speed.

In addition, this flat grassland is very suitable for the wild gallop of war horses, and the huge impact force increases the attack power of the cavalry.

This is a massacre, a bloody massacre, an old man ran with all his strength, but how could two legs be a four-legged war horse opponent, and soon the old man was caught up, just a knife, and the old Mongolian man had fallen in a pool of blood before he could understand it.

Zhu Youzhen did not regret that he killed this old Mongolian man, although he was old, but when he was young, he was not a demon, and how much blood of the Ming people was stained in his hands.

"Except for the women, no one remains." Zhu Youzhen raised his sword high, and the reason why he gave such an order was also to ensure that their order to attack the Mongol tribes would not be leaked.

"Yes." The emperor's order soon reached the ears of every warrior, and they began to wave their weapons at will, and now it was not a battle at all, but a hunt, which used to be hunted by the Mongols, but now the object of the hunt has changed, and it has become their Mongols.

At this time, the Mongols had long lost the unbeatable pride of the past, and now they were like fish on a board to be slaughtered.

The massacre lasted only twenty minutes, and there was not a single man standing in the tribe of hundreds of people, except for women, and even children were all lying in pools of blood.

And those women who did not die, what awaited them was an worse than death, an that belonged only to the victors.

As a later generation, Zhu Youzhen's psychology did not approve of this kind of carnival, but he understood that if he could not let these people completely vent the fear in his heart, then it would be impossible for them to go back alive.

In the end, after a night of revelry, all the women, including Mu Qintai, ushered in their final end, they could no longer see the scene of their husbands coming back, and they finally slept in this land.

"Burn." Under the command of Zhu Youzhen, the corpses were dragged into the tent, and all the soldiers had already raised their torches and began to light the tents one after another, and in an instant, the raging fire ignited, devouring all traces.

"Let's go." Zhu Youzhen was the first to turn around, followed by the rolling torrent behind him, and the killing continued to occur in the grassland at this moment, and countless tribes fell under Zhu Youzhen's harvest one by one.

This is just the beginning, Zhu Youzhen's goal is the Khan court of the Horqin people who have been closely accompanying the Jurchens, in Zhu Youzhen's eyes, these Horqin people must all be eliminated, Zhu Youzhen no longer expects these people to wake up and follow the Ming Dynasty, since they are unwilling to follow the Ming Dynasty, then they can only become the death case of the Ming Dynasty, a case of killing chickens and monkeys.