Chapter 116: Journey to the East (7)

Tsavhan swore that he had never met such an opponent. The opponent does not play his cards according to common sense at all.

Originally, he also planned to take advantage of the night to intercept a wave of camps, so that those Ming barbarians knew that the scimitar in the hands of the Horqin warriors was not easy to mess with. Unexpectedly, the other party didn't even seem to have any intention of setting up camp. A large group of steel monsters are in the vanguard, each staring at two large bright eyes (high beams) and charging towards their own army with a terrifying roar.

The improvised walled wall of horse rejection piles, thistles and carriages outside his camp failed to stop the attack of the other party. The shouts of killing shook the sky, and the dark night should have been the greatest advantage of a native like himself who was familiar with the terrain, but now it had become the biggest disadvantage. In just one photo, the Knight of Korqin, whom Chahan was proud of, was simply vulnerable in the face of such a machine that spanned N eras.

Everything came too quickly, rows of loaders of more than ten tons and agricultural vehicles weighing several tons slammed into Chahan's army at a speed of 60 kilometers per hour, and there was no time to organize effective resistance, and in the blink of an eye, the 30,000 troops temporarily recruited by the Horqin Department were in chaos.

The so-called moon dark killing night, the wind is high and the sky is set on fire, and the infantry who follow behind the steel monster's butt to cover up and kill all the way kill and set fire. In less than half an hour, the camp of Chahan turned into a sea of fire,

The Horqin warriors, who were scurried around by loaders and agricultural vehicles, were captured and slaughtered like rabbits by Daniel Zhang, Zhao Liangdong, and Wang Fuchen. Wherever the searchlight on the top of the loader shines, the infantry kills.

The roar of the engine, the clamor of the frightened horses, the roar of the soldiers of the Eighth Route Army, the wail of the Korqin knights, the crackling of the flames scorching the corpses...... Intertwined, it became a "symphony of horrors" from the eighteenth layer of hell, and this sound reached Chahan's ears, like a soul-inducing spell, which made him tremble with fear.

Escape! There was only one word in Tsarhan's mind. The farther away you run, the better.

Chahan, who had been frightened by the hellish scene in front of him, fled in the direction of Zaisambu and the camp in embarrassment under the escort of more than a dozen personal guards. Fortunately, with the cover of darkness and the blind spot blocked by fire and smoke, no one noticed Chahan's escape.

The fire lasted for most of the night, and the Mongols who fled were pursued everywhere, and they were busy until the early hours of the morning, when Zhao Kang arrived on the battlefield that had not yet had time to clean up under the escort of Daniel Zhang, Zhao Liangdong, and Wang Fuchen.

Although Zhao Kang can barely be regarded as a generation of "famous generals" who have "experienced a hundred battles" in this year, he is still very disgusted with things like corpses and blood, especially the smell of corpses and the smell of meat after the corpses are burned, these two tastes Zhao Kang feels particularly disgusting.

Zhao Kang wore a mask and looked at the vicissitudes of life all over the ground, and reproached the three of them: "You guys are so cruel! ”

After speaking, he took a stick and put a charred fruit corpse in front of him, a small mouse escaped from under the corpse, Wang Fuchen next to Zhao Kang reacted the fastest, and pulled out his long sword with a "choking-" sound, and wanted to nail the mouse that was still eating the corpse to the ground just now. Zhao Kang hurriedly shouted: "Wang Fuchen! Stop it! What are you doing? Don't you see that a rat is also a living life? ”

Wang Fuchen retracted his weapon stupidly and praised Zhao Kang: "Uncle is really a good person!" ”

Daniel Zhang and Zhao Liangdong also echoed on the side: "I'm afraid there is no kinder and more generous person in the sky than Uncle Ye." ”

Zhao Kang made a gesture of putting his hands together, facing the west and pretending to bow down, muttering in his mouth: "Sweeping the floor is afraid of hurting the lives of ants."

, cherish the moth gauze cover lamp, there are fish hooks in the pond and do not fish, buy birds in the cage and often release them, watch the tiger fight behind the mountain, listen to the birdsong in the forest without anything, carefree and worry-free, and see the world clearly. ”

Zhao Kang's words made the three people behind him awe-struck, and the three of them thought: It turns out that we have wronged our uncle before, and his heart and essence are so gentle and graceful.

Zhao Liangdong asked weakly: "Uncle, then we have captured more than 8,000 Horqin Mongols this time, how to deal with it?" ”

Zhao Kang glanced back at him, lifted the stick in his hand and knocked it three times on Zhao Liangdong's helmet, and the three of them looked at Zhao Kang with a blank face, only to see that Zhao Kang didn't say a word, only pointed to the big wheel of the Land Rover SUV not far away with the stick......

The three nearly vomited blood and died. Just now, I was still praising the kindness of this Uncle Zhao, thinking that these more than 8,000 captives were afraid to thank Changshengtian for his favor. Who knew that the rules had not changed at all: all the men taller than the Land Rover SUV were killed......

I only heard Zhao Kang say earnestly: "Xiao Zhang, Xiao Zhao, Xiao Wang, you must remember that we must pay attention to the great unity of the nation, we must not engage in any situation of separatism, and we must respect the traditional customs of ethnic minorities." For example, this man who is taller than the wheel of the car is killed, that is the great leader of the Mongols, and the rule set by Mr. Mister Temujin, even we cannot break it. ”

Wang Fuchen asked: "Uncle, after that, we captured the Jurchen Tartars, Huihui, Tibetans and the like, what should we do?" ”

Zhao Kang turned his head and picked up the stick in his hand again, knocked it on Wang Fuchen's helmet, and scolded: "You are stupid! I don't know exactly what the rules of their ancestors were, but they were all conquered by Mister Temujin and his descendants, and we should follow the example of the Mongols. For example, the Mongols take the wheels of the Land Rover chariot as a reference, then the Jurchens we can change the reference, for example, the wheels of the transport car are good, as for the Tibetans, Hui Hui or something, we can use the wheel of the carriage as a reference, anyway, the size is about the same as the wheel of the long-distance carriage. ”

At this time, Daniel Zhang reacted quickly, and immediately stepped forward to pat the horse and said: "Uncle is really a good person who is compassionate and compassionate!" Then should our Han captives also follow this standard? ”

Zhao Kang didn't say a word, and hit Daniel Zhang's helmet with another stick, scolding: "Are you a stupid pen?" Of course, the Han people were all sent to coal caves, mines, and construction sites to work as coolies. And build roads, railways, and water conservancy, which one doesn't want people? Why are you so cruel! Kill if you don't come! Kill all this work, are you going to do it? ”

Daniel Zhang hurriedly said: "Yes, yes, what Uncle Ye said is really reasonable, it is the last general who is reckless." Please forgive me. ”