Everyone began to gallop southwest, and there was a very open scene in front of them. The blue sky is like the sea, boundless, and there are large patches of grassland below, the grass has grown very high in April, and the grass is knee-high in many places, and the clear green river meanders not far away, and the sky occasionally drifts through white clouds like sheep.

The wind was very strong, but it made people feel comfortable, and some people shouted and shouted, and everyone felt a bloodthirsty desire and also felt very excited.

In such a weather and such a scene, these people just want to kill people, and they feel excited because they want to kill people, and they feel very happy to do such things in such a beautiful and beautiful weather!

Soon I saw the sheep and the yurts, the yurts were connected together, many herdsmen were riding horses to drive the sheep, and some people were driving the horses to graze, at this time the horses and cattle and sheep were to replenish the fat that fell due to the lack of forage in winter, and every herdsman was very busy at this time.

There seems to be a small group of shepherds gathering, who are supposed to be gathering with people from other tribes, and then go to the border or to harass the caravan of Yusheng.

The tribes here are supposed to be the pastures of Harasan, and the people are also the shepherds of Harasan.

"Kill!"

Zhou Yao didn't say anything more, his eyes were full of murderous aura, and with a backhand, he pulled out his knife and rode forward.

The horse thieves all shouted excitedly, they followed Zhou Yao to ride forward, more than five hundred horses formed a rolling torrent, the gray military robes gathered together to form a flood-like visual sense, the blue of the sky and the green of the grassland were suppressed by this gray, and the whole grassland became extremely noisy and noisy.

The shepherds saw the cavalry rushing here, and the male shepherds all rushed to their horses, and many of them did not have time to saddle their horses, they were not warriors at all, but a group of herdsmen, and the armoured soldiers were all gathered at the Taiji of the various departments, and these pastures were actually very empty.

The Mongols were very good at riding, and hundreds of herdsmen quickly gathered together after getting on their horses, but the procession was very chaotic, some were unsaddled, some were not armed, and some of the chief-like herdsmen waved their arms and told the people to take out their bows and arrows and line up the procession.

No one said anything, but the herdsmen must have been surprised, there has been no war for many years, they are not like the Eastern Mongolian side, in the eastern wing of Mongolia because of the Ming has been at war, Li Chengliang's nest battle is to use cavalry deep into the grassland, raid the Mongolian pastures, the west wing here has not experienced these for a long time, although these Mongolians have reacted very quickly, in the eyes of Zhou Yao and others, they are disorganized, and there are flaws everywhere.

"Smack, smack, smack......"

The sound of bowstrings sounded, and the Mongol shepherds began to ride their horses forward, shooting arrows with their bows, and soon a large field of reeds grew in front of the rangers.

Zhou Yao barely looked at these arrows, unless the most unlucky person was shot in the face, otherwise they were all wearing chain mail or cotton armor under their military robes, this kind of soft riding bow did very little damage to them, and there was no fear for their lives.

The cavalry who rushed to the front was quickly shot, but the people let out a low muffled grunt at most, and no one fell off their horses or was killed, but only a few of their horses were shot at the vital point, and fell to the ground, throwing the knights on their horses far away.

"Fire!"

Zhou Yao gave an order, and his direct subordinates pulled the trigger one after another.

The cavalrymen were trained to shoot muskets on horseback at the armor platform, and they were very skillful in their movements, and when they had reached fifty or sixty paces, they began to fire, and the projectiles sprayed out of the muzzles, and the Mongol herdsmen on the opposite side were knocked off their horses.

Dozens of people fell from their horses in a volley, and the horses began to be frightened, and the already uneven herdsmen and arrays became even more chaotic.

The smell of sulphur and blood permeated the air, and the screams and cries of astonishment and cries rang from the yurts all around, which must have been the wailing of people who had seen their loved ones shot to death.

Wang Chuangzi and Li Baxiong and others also led their troops to rush over, the horse thieves smelled the smell of blood and became more fierce, they are all the most vicious people among the Han people, many of them are still fleeing border troops or border military households, the long-term life of horse thieves makes them ferocious and brutal, after rushing forward, the horse thieves have thrown their guns.

The Mongols were still firing, but the arrows were too little of a threat to the armoured soldiers, and the guns were thrown within a few dozen paces, and the single throw of more than 300 people caused dozens of men and horses to suffer heavy losses, and after each of the three guns was thrown, a strong smell of blood appeared on the battlefield.

The herdsmen finally collapsed, they are not professional soldiers, of course the war is not disciplined, and at the same time there is no resilience at all, and their ability to resist on horseback is also a characteristic bonus of the nomads, and it is already a great achievement to be able to fight against professional soldiers and professional bandits.

After nearly 100 dead and wounded, hundreds of herdsmen fled in separate ways, and the rangers began to pursue, they made strange noises, kept firing muskets, and the horses were so frightened that they almost fled in panic.

Half an hour later, the captured herders and their families were surrounded in the middle of the pastures, and many of the cavalry jumped off their horses and went into the yurts to rummage through the items.

The horses and sheep were driven back, as well as a small number of cattle, and Zhou Yao ordered a cavalry to immediately drive these cattle back to the area of Xinpingbao first.

A large number of stored skins were turned out, as well as the various collections of cheese, flac, and various utensils, as well as small quantities of gold and silver.

The Mongols watched what was happening in front of them, everyone was trembling, and the women were crying.

They were coaxed by the Taiji to graze together, otherwise a household's pasture may be within a radius of dozens of miles, and it takes ten miles to see the neighbors, of course, there are also times when they gather together to graze, and there are also times when the Taiji Prime Minister holds a general meeting, when there are more people, if there is a war, that is, in front of them, the tribes will gather and divide into small gathering points, not completely separate grazing like before.

In the impression and memory of these people, only they plundered the Ming Kingdom and killed the rebelling Ming border soldiers and men, but now it is completely reversed.

People were shaking and nervous......

Yang Chunhe said to Zhou Yao: "Zhou Tou'er, what should I do next?" ”

Zhou Yao said: "What we did when we followed Yu Shiqian, we will do it now." ”

"Damn it......" Yang Chunhe scolded in a low voice and said, "This is not going back to the old way." ”

"It's different!" Zhou Yaotie blushed and said: "At that time, it was the thieves who killed the people of the Ming Dynasty, and now we are officers and soldiers, and we are the northern captives!" ”

"This is also ......" Yang Chunhe responded first, and then said with a wry smile: "The identity of this officer and soldier is not very solid. ”

They were talking here, and the cavalrymen were heavily armed, armed with weapons, and rode around the captives, and the atmosphere was very tense, and a few herdsmen could not stand the pressure, and suddenly screamed and fled.

Several horsemen gently pulled the reins of their horses, rode forward, and poked their spears forward.

The fleeing herdsman felt a tearing pain in his back, then a sharp pain, and then he saw the tip of the iron spear peeking out of his body, with drops of blood and some flesh, and he let out a cry of pain, and then fell to the ground.

The other herdsmen were stabbed to death one by one, and only one fled far away, and there were several horses a dozen paces in front of him, and he desperately tried to escape, and only by getting on the horse could he have a chance to escape.

At this time, the gunshots rang out, several cavalrymen pulled the trigger together, and finally a projectile flew into the man's back, the leather jacket could not block the high-speed projectile, and the three-penny lead bullet with huge kinetic energy directly opened a big hole in the herdsman's body, the flesh and blood were blurred, and the man rolled on it a few times, and died quickly.

Now everyone understood what these Ming people were going to do, and they began to cry and try to escape to the periphery.

There was a lama in the crowd who shouted in Chinese: "Aren't you Mingguo the most benevolent, righteous and moral? How can you do something like this right now? ”

"Drag this monk away, and then do it." Zhou Yao's hand pressed down.

All the cavalry began to come forward on all sides, some with muskets, some with pikes, and some with spears and straight swords.

The smell of blood is simply so strong, and it even gives people a sweet and greasy feeling, Zhou Yao feels that his nose and lips are sweet and greasy, and it feels like a fishy sweetness that makes people twist.

He stared at the scene of the killing with a blushing face, and did not turn his face.

"Sin, sin!" The lama shouted angrily.

The Chinese language of the lamas is good, these lamas may come from Tibet, or they may be lamas in Qinghai or Gansu, now both the Yellow Religion and the Red Religion are very popular, most of the Mongolians and almost all the Mongolian nobles have begun to believe in religion, the grassland is full of lamas and temples built for the lamas, and some places are the residence of the Great Living Buddha, such as Kulun, which is the residence of the Living Buddha.

Zhou Yao turned his head to stare at the monk, and said quietly: "Master, if you want to have fewer such things in the world, there must be one party who admits defeat, in the past, it was the Mongols who robbed us of our things and killed our people, but now that we are stronger, of course we will kill back, and when they feel weak, they will admit defeat to us, of course, they will not kill." It's like two men, one tall and the other thin, as long as the tall and strong one gives the thin one a way to live, the battle will naturally not be fought, but one party must think that he is weak. ”

The lama said indignantly: "I think it's better to be on the Mongol side!" ”

Zhou Yao laughed and said, "So even you, the monk, didn't see it clearly, if you don't kill them fiercely, how can the Tartars honestly admit defeat?" ”

Yang Chunhe said: "This monk and those on their side should also be killed." ”

"Nope." Zhou Yao said: "Lamas can't be killed, this one has to be remembered clearly for me." ”

……

When Wang Xinyi's letter was delivered to Sun Chengzong's mansion in Jingshi, the messenger was empty.

"Master Sun is already an old man of Sun Ge!" The doorman who guarded the gate house kindly said to the messenger: "Let's go to Xiaoyongfang, just on the edge of Guanyin Bridge, I just gave a house." ”

Only then did the sender know that Sun Chengzong's status had undergone earth-shaking changes in a short period of time.