Tens of thousands!

On the banks of the Yellow River, thousands of terrified bannermen looked at the Mongols in horror, praying to the gods and Buddhas in the sky, praying that the Mongols would let them go. As long as you can live, even if you are a herdsman......

In the Mongolian grasslands, the status of the herdsmen is the lowliest, they have no status to speak of, every Mongol can decide their life and death, even the status of the cattle is higher than them, in the winter, they can only hold the lamb for warmth.

But shepherd slaves are always alive, not dead.

"Great Khan, what about these men?" Looking at those flag soldiers, Abnay didn't even blink an eyelid.

"Kill!"

"Great Khan, these people, almost, are Han Chinese......"

Han! Because they knew the canonization of the Great Khan by the Ming Dynasty, and knew that Mongolia had now joined hands with the Ming Dynasty, the identities of these people became extremely sensitive. Killing so many Han people at once, will it anger the Ming Dynasty?

"My lord, isn't this going to rebuild the Naturalization City? Are these people temporarily ahead of them and let them repair the city for us? ”

Repair the city! Not only did they have a full temptation for Abnay, but other generals also longed to live in the city, rather than live in tents, and the Han style of life has always been what they yearn for, especially when the Han people gave them a steady stream of wealth, they are even more eager to live in the lively city and live in luxurious houses like the Han people. And to build those houses, it always takes labor, and these Han people are needed.

"It's true that they are Han people, but they are all flag-bearers who have raised the flag, and they are traitors! Han...... There's no room for them, we'...... If we keep them, the Han people will not agree to kill them! ”

Abnai knows very well that these traitors, the Ming people will not let go, if he leaves these people, then what awaits him must be the dissatisfaction of the Ming people, rather than asking for trouble, it is better to simply kill them! Bands of bannermen were driven to the banks of the Yellow River, and as if aware of their fate, they knelt down and prayed to the Mongols for a chance to live. But their prayers were not in return for the Mongols, but they were awaited with whips, and in spite of their incomprehension, the supplications were driven to the river by the Mongols, and then knelt there.

"Uncle, uncle, spare the small, spare the small......"

Amid their cries, the Mongols began to cut off their heads. The steel knives produced in Liguoyi are far sharper and harder than the steel knives used by the Mongols in the old days.

"Ka!" With the sound of the steel knife slashing its neck, the steel knife swung up and down the river beach, and as the steel knife rose and fell, blood splattered everywhere. Rows of crying bannermen were driven to the riverbank, where they knelt in rows, crying and pleading, while they were numb and obedient to let the Mongols drive them to the river, and then knelt there and were beheaded by the Mongols.

The blood stained the entire riverbank, and those who were temporarily alive were also splashed with blood, and the Mongols threw their heads into the river every time they cut off the head of a prisoner of war, and then kicked the corpses into the river, and the corpses floated downstream under the action of the current. Thousands of corpses, almost filling the river.

The corpses, like thousands of undulating gourds, floated on the surface of the river. Even the hardest hearted person will not be able to bear to watch this scene when he sees it. But Wang Wenbai, who was standing in the distance, just stood there coldly, his eyes staring at the river beach, staring at the Mongols who kept swinging their knives and slashing. He kept forcing himself to calm down, and stared at these people.

"They're traitors!"

That's right! It's a traitor, since it's a traitor, then damn it!

That's right, they deserve it...... Who let them help and abuse, who makes them willing to be driven by aliens, who makes them traitors...... When countless thoughts sprung up in his heart, Wang Wenbai's eyes were fixed on the captives, listening to their bitter pleading, listening to their cries, and watching them obediently being slashed and killed......

When that familiar voice reached Wang Wenbai's ears, he closed his eyes all the time he had been holding on, he didn't want to witness this scene, this was a foreign race slaughtering his compatriots! Compatriots, are they still? Haven't they already been raised into the Han army flag? Aren't they proud of themselves as flag men?

They...... However, after all, they are Han Chinese, after all, they are his compatriots. Back then, when they killed their compatriots, did they ever be soft?

Have they ever thought that those people are their compatriots, have they ever thought that they have the same blood in their veins!

"What the hell ......"

Scolding fiercely, Wang Wenbai said to the captain who was already red-eyed on the side.

"Go and tell Abnay, and just say, just say, we have bought all these captives, one steel knife for each person, and another set of armor for every five hundred people!"

Human life is not valuable, especially in troubled times, even in troubled times, when people are scarce, this human life is even less valuable, just like now, on the banks of the Yellow River, human life is worthless, although in the end, under Wang Wenbai's own assertions, these people were saved, although they were lucky to escape there when they were glad that they were still alive, their worth has been marked - but it is only worth the price of a knife. Human life is so cheap, in fact, just a moment ago, they were even so cheap that they "waste the knife edge", and many Mongols even feared that such a slash would waste their knife edge and dull their knife edge, which would be too cost-effective. Now, they don't have to worry, they just need to take care of these people, just like grazing, take care of these people, for ordinary Mongols, these captives are not even as good as cattle and sheep. In the eyes of the Mongols, a captive is a herding slave, the lowest thing, even a sheep is more useful than a herding slave!

For Abnay, however, these people mean wealth!

A knife! How much is it worth?

Two taels of silver!

That's the price of Han land, and a knife in Mengdi often needs to be exchanged for two horses, and even so, it may not be possible to exchange it for a good knife, but the knife of the Ming people is indeed a good knife, at least in Abunai's memory, he has never seen such a good knife.

"What a knife!"

Again, when holding the saber made by Akito, Abnai couldn't help but let out a sigh of admiration, although he had seen too many knives, but it was the first time he had seen such a beautiful saber. The blade of this saber is of equal width, with a spike-like tip and a sharp edge on the back of the knife to facilitate assassination. It is about three feet long, the blade is only about an inch wide, and it weighs only two catties, but when he holds it in his hand, Abnai can feel the difference of this knife. The hilt of this knife, which looks very distinctive, looks a bit like an "eagle's head", especially the copper tail of the knife is hooked.

"It's like an eagle!" In his own words, Abnai held the saber, feeling the difference between the saber and admiring the sharpness of his body, but secretly wondered.

"I really don't know, how did these Han people make such a treasure knife!"

In fact, Abnai didn't know that this kind of saber was just a mass-produced industrial product, with the help of the high-quality steel produced by the Liguoyi Iron Works and the water forging hammer of the arsenal, coupled with the knife shape of the Chasik cavalry knife drawn by Zhu Mingzhong from memory, finally, this kind of saber ahead of the times was born, and it won the love of the cavalry as soon as it appeared, of course, it was also welcomed by the officers, and the more exquisite riding swords became the sabres of the officers. In this era, the Ming army never rejected foreign objects, let alone rejected them, just like the generals of the Ming army in the past hundred years liked Japanese swords, used them as sabers, and even promoted Japanese swords in the army.

Now this cavalry knife is no less popular with them. It's just a pity that despite the excellent performance of this cavalry sword, with the firearms of the loyal army, the role of the saber has been reduced to a minimum, and the saber is just a status symbol for officers and non-commissioned officers in many cases.

It is only used in the role of command in battle. But when this saber appeared in front of the Mongols, the Mongols were immediately conquered, for the Mongols they had never seen such a fine saber before, and its quality far exceeded the various swords they had come into contact with. Although the first sabers supplied to the Mongols were not too large in number, but only a few thousand, they conquered everyone, including the Great Khan, in a short time. Just when these Mongols thought that the Ming people would only provide such a small "treasure knife" as in the past, they did not expect that the Ming people would actually sell them openly.

"This King Huai is really different from other Ming people!" Thinking of the more than 20,000 knives he had exchanged for more than 20,000 worthless prisoners of war, Abunai couldn't help but mutter.

"No, Great Khan, this King of Huai is indeed different from others." After listening to the words of the Great Khan, Kurir said with a smile.

"In the past, the Ming people were not even willing to sell more iron pots, lest we turn the iron pots into weapons, but King Huai is good, not to mention the iron pot, even this steel knife, it is also at my disposal, I can buy as much as I want......"

He sighed at King Huai's generosity, and someone next to him said.

"Actually, I don't blame King Huai for being like this, I heard that now the Ming army is all using firearms, so naturally they don't care about steel knives."

"Firearms?" Kurire couldn't help but sneer.

"That firearm is useless, and in the end, we still have to rely on the knives in our hands! The Qing Dynasty soldiers didn't have firearms, weren't they beaten by us like water dogs, and even the Shunzhi Emperor was beaten so that the women of the whole clan fled to Shaanxi like a girl......"