Huang Sheng didn't listen to her, and said without any expression:

"Whether you are Han or not does not speak Chinese can be proven, there are hundreds of people here who can speak Chinese, and you seem to have a good life with the Tartars, and the soldiers of this official will ask you what you did when you were in Karaqin. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info"

The woman was so ashamed that she was too embarrassed to speak again.

After asking the insider, this woman's life experience was revealed, she is a centurion woman, her maiden surname is Li, she is indeed Han and born in a scholarly family, her son is also Han, and her Mongolian name is Manduer.

The centurion snatched her from the Jurchens eight years ago, when the Karaqin Mongols and the Yehebe Jurchens often joined forces to attack the Jianzhou wild boar skin Jurchens, and the Karaqin centurion got a plump and fair-skinned woman as a baby, and he always treated the Li family very well, raising her son as his own son.

The centurion fell in love with this gentle and graceful Han woman, and especially liked to lie on her body and smell her body fragrance, the Li family was very different from the women of their tribe, there was no smell of sheep on the body at all, and the women of other tribes who were robbed later all respected by the Li family.

The centurion took part in the sortie and did not return alive, his son took a knife to fight the Khalkha warriors, but was held by his mother to death, and the cavalry of Chingaltai found that the child was not only higher than the wheel, but also with a knife, and of course cut off his head.

Huang Sheng asked Liu Guozheng to bring the mother and son to the front for questioning, and the woman immediately knelt down when she came here, but the eleven or twelve-year-old child refused to kneel, staring at Huang Sheng with resentful eyes.

"A good man, why should he be a thief? Besides, you don't usually know how to educate your son, tell him who his real father is, how he died, and tell your children how you ended up living in the Karaqin tribe. ”

"Master, the little woman is secretly living for this son! The old man killed him, and the grass people had only one way to die. ”

Li cried miserably, crawling on his knees and trying to pull his son to kneel.

The kid could understand Chinese, and at this time he rushed at Huang Sheng and shouted, "Return my father's order." ”

He had a chance to impact Huang Sheng, and Liu Guozheng kicked him over.

His mother wailed and cried: "Son, it was not your father who was killed by the Ming army, your father was a military attache of the Ming Dynasty and was killed by Jiannu a long time ago. ”

"I don't believe it, I want to avenge my father, I don't want you to make up stories to save my life." Mandul shouted hysterically.

Qinggeltai was already impatient, and rushed over angrily to cut the kid with a knife in his hand, who knew how the child's mother could react so quickly, she jumped up and actually held Qinggeltai's blade with both hands, and the bright red blood fell on the bloody ground along the Mongolian scimitar drop by drop, like a blooming red plum.

The poor mother fell to her knees in tears and said something to Chingeltai in Mongolian.

Huang Sheng really can't bear to watch such a scene, what big waves can a child turn over, and what about raising tigers? There is true love in the world, and it is to save the Han civilization that he will never die with Jiannu.

If family affection and love are ignored, everything is for the benefit of such a Han civilization, is it still meaningful? Huang Sheng had seen the era when the son denounced his mother and the wife exposed her husband, and he hated those beasts who completely destroyed truth, goodness and beauty and claimed to be for the people.

Huang Sheng said loudly: "Stop, Qinggeltai throws away the scimitar, don't kill the Han people!" "The child's mother is holding the blade, and if Qinggeltai chooses to draw the knife, it will destroy the hands of the poor mother who saved her son.

Qing Ge Tai had the understanding to understand, dropped the knife, and looked at Huang Sheng in confusion.

Huang Sheng came to the child and said: "You grew up in the wolves, this is not your choice, you choose to die today Your mother will not live alone, you can do it yourself!" ”

Huang Dongshan immediately asked the medical soldier to stop the bleeding and bandage the mother, and scolded the child: "If you still have a little bit of humanity, you should protect your mother, instead of watching your mother snatch a knife with her bare hands to save your dog's life!" ”

The child, who was carried away by the bloodiness of the moment, was at a loss at this time, and sat on the snow and cried.

Qinggeltai continued to cut the grass and eradicate the roots, the Huang family began to collect the spoils, more than an hour passed, the unique smell of fragrant roasted whole sheep wafted in, it turned out that those rescued Han people had roasted more than a hundred sheep.

Huang Sheng beckoned everyone to munch on delicious food around the bonfire in batches, and the mare's milk wine seized from the yurt was also brought, and there were too many sheep, and Huang Sheng announced that everyone could be fed, and the Karaqin captives were no exception.

All warriors are allowed to drink, but not drunk, and drunk to lead the army thirty.

More than 2,000 Karaqin women were caught, eight or nine hundred children were arrested, none were taller than the wheels, two or three thousand slaves were rescued, and no less than five hundred could become warriors.

The property is not very much, although there are eight or nine thousand people in this camp, and it is not good to compare the property obtained from the attack on Jiannu, according to the number of troops sent to Qinggeltai, who is embarrassed to ask for it, and the value should not exceed fifty thousand taels of silver, and the grain is only four thousand stone wheat and beans.

Why is Qinggeltai embarrassed to divide the silver again? Because he found that none of the Huang family horses had any private belongings, and he found more than once that the warriors under his command were carrying things in their arms.

This leader is a real person, and he thinks that such a distribution of seizures is unfair to the Huang family.

Huang Sheng took care of these trivial matters, and directly asked Heihu to load the property, grain and other things that should be allocated to Qinggeltai separately, and called the few warriors from their tribe from the Huang family to hand over these belongings to their clansmen.

The Mongol warriors were all surprised, and the fact that the adults treated their people so well naturally made them even more motivated.

A large number of horses, cattle and sheep were seized, and there were more than 5,000 carts, which was related to the frequent migration of the Mongols, who had more than one carriage or ox cart in every household.

Huang Sheng knew that the vehicles here could theoretically transport everything here, because this is how these things in the camp were transported, cattle and horses were used to set carts, sheep were killed to eat meat, and those that could not be eaten were also killed and loaded.

If you want to march your own team, you can't drive a few flocks of live sheep to follow, it's too slow, although you know that there shouldn't be a large force of cavalry chasing you in a short time, you have to retreat quickly, if you are caught up by a large group of enemies, the Huang family and horses can flee in formation, but these captures can't be brought back.

When it was almost dark, the Khalkha cavalry who had chased and killed the rest of the Manzhu Xili came back, everyone was elated, they captured more than 500 horses, a number of armor and weapons, and more than 100 women, as for how much property Huang Sheng did not inquire, looking at their happy appearance, they should have gained a lot.

They presented more than 370 levels of Karaqin cavalry, knelt in front of Huang Sheng one by one and repented, swore that they would definitely take the lead in the battle with the Huang family in the future, and be willing to be the vanguard of the Huang family's horses.

The Huang family had already shown their military might in front of them, and these warriors who worshiped force came to show their submission, and Huang Sheng was naturally relieved.

Huang Sheng's sixty-two Mongols and one hundred and ten people from Qinggeltai had already talked about their life experiences with the five hundred Mongols who could become warriors, eating roasted whole sheep and drinking mare's milk wine.

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