Bayan is a herdsman from the Duoyan tribe, and in recent years, the Han people in Liaodong and the Jurchens in Jianzhou have been fighting fiercely.

They were not affected by anything, and they always had endless cattle and sheep to eat and warriors who could conquer and fight in the fertile land of the Liaohe Loop.

The Jianzhou Jurchens made trouble in Liaodong but never dared to make trouble in their Duoyan Department, and the cattle, sheep and horses they needed were also fair trade.

Their mutual market with Quang Ninh Fort was also extremely popular, and the ironware, grain, and cloth needed by the Duoyan Department could also be exchanged for cattle and sheep.

Even if the Jianzhou Jurchens attacked Guangning Fort in the recent days, they didn't worry about it, and they wouldn't hit their Duoyan Department anyway, but it was just a few days of mutual market closure.

But Bayan didn't expect the nightmare to come so quickly, a group of Jianzhou Jurchens made their own tribe.

These Jurchens not only robbed their cattle, sheep and women, but also took away all the men, women and children of the tribe.

Bayan slept in the tribe that day, and even herdsmen in the north would not go out in winter. They would snuggle up in tents and light charcoal fires to keep warm and sleep.

He was awakened by a burst of crying, and Bayan's first reaction was that a horse thief had come to rob the tribe.

He quickly put on his robe, grabbed his bow and arrows, and walked out of the tent. What caught his eye was the sky-high firelight, the crying women and children, the young and old men who fell to the ground, the war horses scurrying around, and the Jurchens in fine armor laughing wildly.

How did the Jurchens come back and attack their own tribe? Aren't they afraid of retaliation from the warriors of Doyan? Bayan didn't have time to think about it, jumped on a war horse that ran in front of him, and rushed out.

He fled with several men of another tribe, and they all knew that the bow and arrow in their hands could not penetrate the armor of the Jurchens, and the iron knife at their waists could not cut off the heads of the Jurchens.

The only thing that can be done is to rush out and find the Huadang Khan, and ask the Khan to send the warriors of the Duoyan tribe to avenge their tribe.

Bayan rode on his horse and whipped his horse desperately so that he could escape from the Jurchens.

The companion who came out with him had fallen under the arrows of the Jurchens, and he could not die again. Then there would be no one to inform the Khan of the Jurchen invasion, and no one would take revenge on his tribe.

Fortunately, it was dark, and Bayan escaped the pursuit of the Jurchens. When he reached the next tribe, he saw the same ruins as theirs.

There was still green smoke in the waste, and it was clear that the Jurchens had not been gone for long. How so? The Jurchens actually attacked the Duoyan Department in a big way? Are they crazy?

When he arrived at the Khan's residence, he saw the same mess, and although it had not been looted, the haste of the Khan's tent was seen from the debris discarded on the ground.

Bayan knelt on the ground in despair, could it be that the Immortal Heaven abandoned them? Can the revenge of his own tribe never be avenged?

Bayan carefully followed the Jurchens in search of the earth's tracks, where he saw countless Duoyan herdsmen driving towards Quang Ninh like cattle and sheep.

Under the city of Quang Ninh Fort, Bayan finally saw how his people were driven to the city of Quang Ninh to die by the Jurchens, but he could do nothing but cry silently alone.

Just when he was desperate, a team appeared in his sight, and this team easily beat thousands of Jurchens and retreated in embarrassment.

Bayan knew that hope came, and that if he joined the team, he would be avenged. Bayan followed the group, and just as he thought he was careful enough, he tripped over his horse over a rope suspended in mid-air.

Bayan became a prisoner of the Changxing army, and when he heard that this team was also a Ming army, he couldn't help but be a little discouraged.

He knew very well what kind of combat power the Ming army had, and there was no problem with those beggars and the warriors of their tribe being ten at a time.

But when he was escorted to Zhang Dou, his eyes were almost exhausted, well-armored, sharp guns, and strong soldiers, and the most important thing was the murderous aura released from the eyes of these soldiers.

As soon as Bayan saw Zhang Dou, he immediately knelt down and kowtowed, told what happened to his tribe, and asked to join the Changxing army to avenge his clansmen.

But he was surprised to find that he wanted to join the Changxing Army and was rejected, how could it be? The men of Duoyan are brave and fearless warriors! The Duoyan warriors are the strongest cavalry!

Just as he expressed his strong dissatisfaction, Hu Tieniu threw the heavy plate axe in front of him. Bayan struggled to raise the plate axe with both hands, and only then did he know the strength of the Han people in front of him.

Zhang Dou saw Bayan's dejected appearance and said, "Bayan! If you want to avenge your people, you can do it yourself, you just need to ......"

Bayan listened to Zhang Dou's words, and rode his war horse towards Liaohetao again. This time he found many herders who had escaped the killing, and he succeeded in convincing a small tribe.

Gathering 3,000 men, women, and children, they came to Adama Ridge again, and the herdsmen who had lost their cattle and sheep here finally had enough to eat......

Bayan looked at the Jurchens who had fled from Lianma Ridge in embarrassment, and rushed forward with a roar.

"Kill all the slaves!"

"Avenge the dead people!"

"Blood debt and blood payment!"

……

The roar was like a blow to Tabai's heart, making the already embarrassed Jurchen armor soldiers even more decadent.

Despite facing a group of herders, Tabai did not dare to fight against them. The tired war horse could no longer rush up, and he didn't know when the war horse would fall.

The Jurchens were also very tired after a long pursuit and fierce battles at the Horse Ridge, and their sword swinging movements were no longer as powerful as before.

And in order to take revenge, the herdsmen who rushed up were not afraid of life and death at all, and they rode horses and crashed straight into the Jurchen armor soldiers.

Even if he was slashed, he had to hold the Jurchen armor and fall to the ground together, and even if he died, he had to bite off a piece of Jurchen flesh.

Bayan and the herdsmen's collision completely disrupted the formation of the Jurchen armor soldiers, and they had to fight with the herdsmen.

As the Changxing army caught up behind, the Jurchen armor soldiers were even worse. When Tabai saw this, he knew that he was finished, and that the army of five thousand was finished.

Bayan stared at Tabai, the leader of the Jurchens, from afar, and he urged his horse to rush towards Tabai. Bayan, drawing his bow and arrow, shot an arrow at Tabai, but was blocked by Tabai's loyal Goshha.

Bayan picked up the big knife and rushed to Tabai's side and slashed with his sword, although Tabai lost, his personal bravery was still there.

Swinging his knife to block Bayan's attack, Bayan hurriedly swung his knife to block. But the iron knife in his hand was cut off by Tabai, and the sharp blade slashed through Bayan's chest, leaving a wound.

Bayan screamed and fell off his horse, and Tabai jumped from his horse and landed on Bayan's warhorse, knocking his legs into the horse's belly and running away into the distance.

By the time Bayan rose from the ground, Tabai had already run twenty paces. Bayan took off his bow from Tabai's horse and aimed it at Tabai's back, and shot it with a single arrow.