Chapter 4 divides the credit

A fight is finally over, the camel bell slope is filled with a rich bloody atmosphere, the bright moon is lonely, and the figure is long.

Tie Mo's limbs were spread wide, lying on his back on the cold ground, panting heavily. Turning his head to look at those who were still alive, Tiemo grinned.

Tears slipped down at some point, and there was not much joy in the smile, only pain and luck.

Shi Hu, Cao Monkey, Ruan Ergou, Xie Kela, Han Niuer.....

Including himself, only six of the eighteen soldiers of Dark Village Fort survived in the end, what a tragic victory!

This is a sneak attack!

If it weren't for the Mongolian Tatars being too arrogant, if it weren't for the other party's unguardedness, I'm afraid that even if it was a sneak attack, it would have no chance of winning!

Tiemo lay on the ground without any image, and the others were no better, lying or sitting. The people who survived were also injured, and only the monkey was the least injured.

After regaining a trace of strength, Tiemo propped up the ground and stood up with difficulty.

Under the moonlight, there was blood and corpses, and at this moment, I really felt how fragile life is in troubled times. Most of the dozen or so familiar faces before had turned into cold corpses.

Behind military exploits is a piece of fresh life! Those who survived, in addition to luck, also have to thank those who died with their companions!

The wound on his shoulder was not bandaged, and the blood stained his entire left arm red, looking at the bloodied left hand, Tie Mo sighed silently.

Tonight, I really feel how cruel this era is!

This is not a dream, I really came to this era, and I can't go back! Looking up at the sky, the cold moon hangs high, the stars twinkle, and a kind of pride gradually rises in loneliness.

......

Maybe it's because when he fought before, Tiemo killed several people in a row, which left a deep impression on people, or maybe because of something else.

When the captive women saw that the Tartar was dead, they involuntarily gathered around Tiemo and knelt on the ground and cried bitterly: "Thank you for saving your life.... If it weren't for you..... We're going to be trampled to death by these Tartars......"

"Get up! Are you all from the Zhangjiakou neighborhood? ”

A woman knelt on the ground, did not get up, and said in a trembling voice: "Yes..... It's all ..... near Zhangjiakou."

"Zhangjiakou..... So why are there so few Tartars? Tiemo roughly counted, there were more than twenty women, plus so many supplies. However, there were only fifteen Tartars in charge of escorting.

"Master Huijun, when the Tartars plundered the village before, there were more than 100 people who went out of the northwest of Zhangjiakou. The Tartars were divided into two teams, and the large group went to plunder elsewhere, and a small number of people escorted us back first! ”

"Division? I see! ”

Tiemo only felt a chill hit him, this was really a fluke among the luck.

He bandaged the wound and instructed the women to help dispose of the corpse on the ground. Tie Mo came to Ruan Ergou's side, observed the other party's situation, and couldn't help but darken his expression.

"Uncle Ergou, how are you?"

"Alive..... Ahem.... Little Iron ..... Lao Tzu killed two ..... Two Tartars..... How much can I get in exchange..... The baby has food to eat......"

Ruan Ergou was lying in a pool of blood, constantly coughing up blood, and every time he said a word, it was so difficult.

Tiemo helped Ruan Ergou's body up, wanting to help bandage the wound, but he didn't know where to bandage it. Several ribs were broken, his chest was a little collapsed, and half of his face was rotten.

"Uncle Ergou, stop talking, hold on, and find Langzhong for you when you go back!"

As Tie Mo spoke, bean-sized tears fell uncontrollably.

Not far away, the most lightly injured monkey checked the supplies left behind by the Tartars, and he checked it carefully, and the smile on his face grew brighter and brighter.

Cloth, tea, are all good things. When he opened the box and looked at the contents of it, the monkey laughed uncontrollably and burst into tears.

"Silver.... Silver..... Xiao Tie, come and ......"

The monkey was like crazy, lying on the box and convulsing.

Tonight, what is the reason why the eighteen military families of Dark Village Fort risked their lives to fight?

For the well-being of the people of the Ming Dynasty? To exterminate the Tartars? For the peace of the world?

No, it's just to change the fate of the family, so that parents, wives and children have clothes and food, so that they won't starve to death and freeze to death. At the end of the day, it's all about the money!

Money has cost many lives, but it can also save the lives of many people!

Shi Hu, Han Niu'er, and Xie Ke La all gathered around the box and smirked at the silver in front of them.

The monkey couldn't wait to click it, and the box contained a total of two thousand four hundred and fifty-five taels of silver. When have the poor military families of Dark Village Fort seen so much silver, more than two thousand silver, it is tantamount to a silver mountain in their hearts.

For a while, the monkey and the others all turned their heads and looked at the iron ink not far away.

After a fight tonight, the monkey and the others have completely regarded Tiemo as the backbone. The monkey knows very well in his heart that Tiemo is not simple, let alone stupid.

Tie Mo hugged Ruan Ergou's body, he didn't mean to come over at all, and the monkey said a few words to Shi Hu and the others, got up and walked over.

"Xiao Tie, there are more than 2,400 taels of silver in the box, how should I divide it? Also, there are a total of fifteen Tartars, how should the heads be divided? ”

Tiemo wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and frowned.

The distribution of military merit and spoils of war is not a simple matter. It is necessary to convince the monkeys and others without complaints, only in this way will they become their own team in the future and be used by me.

If you want to achieve a career in this troubled era, you must have your own power team, and these Dark Village Fort military households are the best targets for yourself.

After thinking for a while, Tie Mo moved Ruan Ergou to a camel and led the monkey to the silver box.

"The silver in the box, Hanhu and I take four hundred taels, Brother Cao three hundred taels, Uncle Ergou three hundred taels, Xie Kela and Han Niu'er two hundred taels each, and the rest of the silver will be distributed to the family of the deceased brother!"

The faces of the monkeys and the others were overjoyed, and they calculated carefully, so dividing the silver, Tiemo and Shihu would suffer a loss. In tonight's battle, Tiemo and Shi Hu killed the most Tartars, and it is said that they should divide the bulk of the head, but the two of them only took a total of 400 taels.

The monkey frowned, and looked at Tie Mo with a complicated expression, "Xiao Tie, won't you and Hanhu suffer a loss?" Otherwise, you will take eight hundred taels ......"

"No, Brother Cao, let's divide it according to what I say!"

Tiemo insisted on this, and the monkey didn't want to say anything, as for Shi Hu, he always listened to Tiemo for everything.

At this time, the three monkeys all showed grateful eyes.

Fifteen Tartar heads, Tiemo has already made a decision.

"The head of the Tartar, three for each of me and Hanhu, three for Uncle Ergou, three for Brother Cao, two for Han Niu'er, and one for Xie Kela!"

The monkey looked at Tie Mo and nodded thoughtfully. It was the thin Xie Kela, who waved his hand gloomily.

"No, I don't want ..... I didn't kill a single tartar..... That Tartar was killed by Brother Tiger....."

Han Niu'er thought for a while and hesitated: "Yes, Brother Tie, I just killed a Tartar, and I have already taken a lot of advantage of the silver, so I can't rob you of your military merits anymore." I can see very clearly, you killed six Tartars, and you stabbed the head of the Tartars to death! ”

Tiemo raised his hand to stop Han Niu'er, "No, you saved my life, without you, I wouldn't have been able to kill that Tartar leader." If we want to talk about grabbing credit, we are also robbing the credit of our dead brother. ”

Tiemo's tone was sincere, which moved Han Niuer and the others very much.

The thin Xie Qila fell to his knees with a thud, and said with teary eyes: "Brother Tie, my life will be yours in the future!" ”

Han Niu'er followed closely and nodded heavily, "Brother Tie, if there is anything to say in the future, if I want to say a word, I will not be a man from Mantou Mountain." ”

"Well, pack up, bring all the corpses, and we'll rush back at once!"

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The stars and the moon are windy, and the bloody night is boundless!

A long procession walked slowly on the eastern side of Daqing Mountain. In order to avoid colliding with the main force of the Tartars, Tiemo deliberately detoured the long way.

I worked hard before, and it was to give myself a way to live. Now that you have military merit and money, you are still blindly working hard with others, that is really simple.

I don't know how long I walked, but there was a crack in the sky, and dawn was coming.

Several embarrassed men, riding on war horses with their heads held high, facing the faint morning sun, with smiles on their faces for the rest of their lives.

According to the military regulations of the Ming Dynasty, all the people and livestock materials obtained from the victory will belong to the officers and soldiers of the department. In other words, according to the rules, the money, camels and horses are all owned by the six people of Tiemo.

Rules are rules, but the reality is definitely not the case, Shangguan always has to share something. However, even if you have to give away some horses and camels, the money you get alone will be good enough.

Money is heroic!

With money, there seems to be some hope in life!