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There doesn't seem to be this simple word in the Jurchen scolding vocabulary, and Tan Tai also uses Chinese, so it seems that he can't vent his current emotions without this.

Shu Mu's always gloomy face also became distorted, his mouth was wide open, his eyes were also staring, and he didn't know that saliva was running down his chin.

The Jurchens around are not much better, they have been ordered to assemble, everyone is waiting to fight, even the battle-hardened Baijia is a little nervous, there will always be casualties in the fight, even if a few people die, it may be themselves, the battle-hardened warriors have no way to ensure that they survive a battle, the front is to fight the northern captives, not to rob the Ming Kingdom, there is no wealth and no income from the clothed Ahha, people's desire to fight is not strong, the Jurchens are bloodthirsty and dare to fight, but they are not crazy.

However, the scene in front of them was already a crushing defeat of more than 5,000 cavalry by 300 people, leaving a large number of war horses and ambush corpses on the battlefield, and Bu Bao had fled from the side of the battlefield with the remnants of the people, and now they could only see the backs of the defeated Mongols.

"Even if I know that the Mongols are no longer good now, I really didn't expect that the Ming people could fight so well?" If it was 300 Baijia against 5,000 herdsmen, it would not be strange to win the battle against Tan Tai, but in front of him were more than 300 Ming people, who had always been considered by the Mongols and Jurchens to be the representatives of the weak!

Maybe the Ming border army also has some men who can fight, but the number is too small, the Ming people have a huge population base, and it is a farming nation, this nation is undoubtedly low force value, cowardly, many men are bloodless, or have no fighting skills at all, the Ming people are not like the Mongols and Jurchens, they are natural warriors, they can walk and start to learn to hunt, ten years old can ride a horse and shoot arrows, and a hundred shots, Among the three ethnic groups, the Ming side is undoubtedly the one with the strongest national strength, the largest population, and the lowest force value, and it is natural that it is despised by the other two sides who advocate force.

The psychological advantage of the Mongols and the Jurchens over the Han people is based on violence, and they are certainly far from being opponents compared to others, but now in Tan Tai's eyes, it is a completely subversive result, the guards of three hundred Ming merchants, riding against each other, defeated 5,000 Mongolian cavalry!

The faces of the Mongolians all around were gloomy and could squeeze out the water, Zai Sai and the others were shocked and unbelievable at first, and now everyone's faces were very ugly.

In any case, Bu Nang and Su Nang are the Taiji of the Mongols, they are high nobles, they are connected to each other, the Mongols are now much more mild, and there are few cases of killing nobles, and now they are watching thousands of their own people being beaten into dogs by the Ming people, which is also counted, Su Nang, a noble-blooded Taiji, was also cut off by someone, this result, in any case, is also what Zai Sai and others do not want to see.

"Let's go up and meet you." Tan Tai is not a Mongolian, and he also pretended not to see the ugly face of the Mongolian's dead father, and smiled at Zai Sai's suggestion.

"Well, business matters."

Zai Sai looked displeased, but he had no choice but to follow Tan Tai's advice.

Zai Sai knew the power of the Jurchens, and he thought that the whole of Mongolia was not the opponent of Nurhachi, and the Jurchen soldiers were too ruthless. Now he is a little confused, can the force of the Ming people reach such a point?

What if the army of this level in front of you is not 300 men, but 3,000 men, or 30,000 men?

Zaisai shook his head, not daring to think about it any more.

The cavalry began to move forward slowly, and Yang Sisun and they also noticed that the side of Yusheng was very cautious and did not meet them, although the cavalry on the opposite side was under the banner of Inner Khalkha.

The soldiers were not able to take off their sweaty armor, everyone sat cross-legged on the ground, their faces showed tired expressions, some sappers and coachmen came out of the car formation, they brought the last remaining water, the water bladder was passed in the hands of the soldiers, everyone drank in small sips, no one would drink in large gulps, everyone knew that there was not much water stored.

The soldiers put their weapons next to their hands, the blood-stained spears, the broken knives, and the gunpowder smell of birds, everyone put their weapons within reach, and the cavalry on the opposite side saw that the flag was their own, but in case it was the enemy pretending, these soldiers could also enter the battle again at any time.

Some of the soldiers of the firearms flag team ran out, and they were ordered to gather their horses first.

There were about two hundred to three hundred uninjured horses wandering in place, their owners were either seriously injured or dead, and the people of the Bird Banner Team pulled the horses together one by one, and at the same time mended their swords, killing those who were seriously wounded and dying, which was also a relief for them.

After the battle, the artillerymen have taken off their robes, their chests and backs are constantly dripping sweat, although the grassland in September has entered the late autumn, at any time because of a snow and may enter the middle of winter, but it is almost noon, the gunners are carrying out very intense physical labor, long sweating heavy clothes.

In front of the battle were a large number of corpses, and from time to time there were the groans of the seriously wounded, and the birds were unhurriedly mending the knives of these seriously wounded, and occasionally a few cunning and slightly injured people were found, and they were killed without exception.

The caravan regarded these Mongols as robbers, not serious enemies, and when the caravan encountered robbers, either the robbers died, or the merchants must have ended miserably, even if it was Zhang Ziming and other serious businessmen who rushed over, they didn't think there was anything wrong with killing these guys.

There were three full-fledged medics and five apprentices in the army, and they began to treat their wounded.

Yang Sisun immediately called the attaché of the Military and Political Department to count the dead and wounded, and there were seven dead in battle, 11 seriously wounded, and more than 30 lightly wounded.

Compared with the record of killing nearly 400 northern captives, seven people killed in the battle is a completely acceptable result, but Yang Sisun still has a gloomy face, standing aside and watching the people of the military and political department count the origins and names of the war dead, and after recording them in detail, these soldiers who died in the battle will be cremated on the battlefield, and then bring the ashes back to their hometown.

Military doctors are giving priority to the treatment of seriously injured people, and those with minor injuries can only try to endure as much as possible.

People watched as the military doctors stopped the bleeding, debrided, and then applied medicine to the seriously wounded soldiers, and put fixed splints on the broken soldiers, ignoring the screams and wails of the soldiers, and the hands were still very stable.

Zhang Chunniu's cheek was grazed by a light arrow, and a big cut was broken on his face, he touched it, the wound was not shallow, and it was estimated that it would be broken in the future, Zhang Chunniu originally looked depressed, but when he saw a soldier whose leg was seriously injured was sawed off by several military doctors according to the saw, his face was only left with a look of happiness.

People began to smoke, each took out the tobacco from the small cigarette pouch he carried, and put it in the copper smoke pot, the bird gunners smoked very conveniently, no flint to light the fire, their tinder jar still had a residual open flame, lit it, everyone began to click, cyan smoke swirled around the battlefield.

Now smoking is very popular in the army, which is also a kind of military welfare, and the number of people who smoke in the north is not small, Zhang Han also feels that tobacco can calm the tension of soldiers on the battlefield...... Of course, there are side effects, but let's take care of the situation first.

Zai Sai and the others wisely chose to stop the march a hundred paces away from the military formation, Zai Sai originally wanted to call the commander of this army to come over to see him, but when he saw the eyes of those Ming people, he still gave up this plan.

Several Taiji and dozens of noble generals dismounted together and marched on foot to the battlefield on the side of the Ming people.

Tan Tai and Shu Mu and others also dismounted and walked forward with the Mongols.

The more we move forward, the more respectful we become...... In front of them were large areas of turf trampled into mud by horses' hooves, and there were pools of blood and corpses everywhere, and Zaisai and the others noticed that many of the corpses had been hit by cannonballs, and the death was very horrible, so the Mongols became frightened, and they had the feeling of being hurt by things, and they felt a little sad about everything in front of them, and they also felt a sense of fear in their hearts.

The Jurchens did not have much sentimentality, they paid more attention to the details of observing the battlefield.

The point of impact of the artillery, the accuracy, the range and distance of the lethality of the birds, why did the Mongol shock tactics fail...... Tan Tai and Shu Mu began to whisper in Jurchen dialect, there were too many things worth noting in the battle in front of them.

Yang Sisun did not come out to greet him, he comforted some seriously injured brothers in the array, and at the same time paid attention to the treatment of the military doctors.

This is also the practice of the commanders of Yusheng, in any case, after the battle, in addition to preventing the enemy from counterattacking, treating their own wounds is the first priority.

Every veteran is the most valuable asset in the army, especially the wounded veterans, who can become stronger, tougher, more experienced, and more precious than anything else.

"Ha, it's Lao Yang, you fought beautifully this battle!"

Tan Tai saw the "old acquaintance" at a glance, with an expression of affection and surprise on his face.

Yang Sisun snorted, strode over, tilted his head and said to Tan Tai: "Tan Tai of the dog day, what are you doing here?" ”

Tan Tai didn't mind Yang Sisun's wording at all...... I don't know how many times they scolded each other like this in Liaodong. However, Tan Tai is now self-conscious...... He is one of the most promising Niu Lu Ezhen, and said with a smile at the moment: "You still can't guess this? ”

"You four Baylors sent them to pick up our convoy, right?" Yang Sisun snorted again, and his face looked much better.

It's one thing to treat the Jurchens as a great enemy in my heart, but it's another thing to be a real acquaintance like Tan Tai.

Fortunately, Yang Sisun can show Shu Mu a cold face, this guy couldn't get along with everyone when he was in Liaodong, and he put on a dead face all day long, and now he still has a gloomy face, Yang Sisun is not in a very good mood, and he also stares at Shu Mu with a gloomy face.

The two glared at each other, Tan Tai was about to break out in a cold sweat, but Shu Mu suddenly said: "Yang Sisun, you fought really well in this battle, I admire it, well, I mean it really, not mockery." ”