Bakshi would never have thought that one of his Niu Lu would be wiped out by the Ming army under Qiantun City, although his subordinates told him that there was a large amount of blood outside Qiantun City, in his feeling, it must be the blood of the Han people, and he didn't know how the Han people had the courage to go out of the city.

In order to contain Jiannu, Sun Chengzong once sent soldiers out of Qiantun, but they were all sneak attacks on scattered Jiannu, and the number of casualties of the Ming army was far greater than that of Jiannu. Since Jiannu adopted the entire Niulu collective action, Sun Chengzong never sent soldiers out of the city to sneak attack.

What Baksh couldn't understand was why his men who had won the battle didn't come back to receive their rewards, did they find a greater opportunity? Could it be that Sun Chengzong would send a large number of soldiers out of the city to die?

Agoura took his Mongolian Niulu out of Ningyuan City, he looked up at the sky, the sun was overhead, and he should not be able to reach Qiantun before dark.

Behind him were more than 100 Mongolian soldiers who were as excited as he was, pointing their whips to the sky, throwing out whips one by one, and roaring like wolves in their mouths, galloping on such an empty plain, and the wildness in the blood of the Mongols was fully stimulated.

Seeing that the mount below him began to gasp for breath, Agoura gradually slowed down, and the soldiers behind him gradually caught up and gathered around him.

The sun was still hanging in the western sky, but Agoura had no intention of moving on, and he asked the soldiers beside him, "How far is it from Qiantun now?" ”

"The report is true, there are still one hundred and twenty miles." A soldier replied respectfully.

"Woo ......," Agoura lifted the reins, and the horse that sat down stopped in place, "Prepare to set up camp, and rest here tonight." ”

"Eh, the sun is still hanging on the waistband of Changshengtian's trousers, isn't it too early to set up camp now?" One of his guards objected.

Agoura immediately denied: "Ao, you don't know, the Han people like to sneak attack at night, they can't do it on the battlefield, so they like to crawl over like a dog to make trouble while they are sleeping on the day of immortality." ”

Seeing that no one spoke out against it, Agoura waved his horsewhip: "The terrain here is flat and dry, so let's camp here!" ”

The soldiers immediately moved to open the small yurts they carried with them, and although they already belonged to the soldiers of the Dajin Kingdom, the yurts were easy to carry and camp, so they still maintained the habit of using yurts at night.

Suddenly, a sharp-eyed soldier saw a curling smoke rising from the col in front of him, and on an early autumn evening, when there was no wind on the ground, the wisp of cooking smoke rose into the sky in the light of the setting sun. He looked intently and carefully, and seemed to see a corner in the gap between the trees.

"Ezhen, it may be a Han village."

"Village?" Agula looked in the direction of the soldier's finger, but could only see the wisp of smoke in the air, "Let's go, go and see." ”

Agoura led the way, and the Mongol soldiers followed him closely.

At the junction of the foot of the mountain and the col, there is indeed a small village.

A yellow dog was startled, rushed out of the courtyard, and barked at Agoura.

Agoura lowered his stiff bow from his shoulder, and pulled out another feathered arrow from his back, and he took a slight aim, only to hear a "whoosh", and the feathered arrow pierced through the yellow dog's shoulder armor and out of the lower abdomen.

The yellow dog immediately stopped barking, rolled twice on the ground, and then lay motionless outside the yard, still bleeding profusely.

Seeing that the village was not large, with only a dozen households, Agoura became bolder: "Surround the village and drive all the people here." ”

"Yes, yes." Every Mongolian soldier is no stranger to things like robbing houses, whether it is in the Horqin steppe or when they come to Liaodong, this is their daily routine.

Immediately chickens and dogs jumped in the village, and there were constant shouts, and occasionally there were high-decibel screams and curses from women.

The Mongols do not believe in tears, and even less sympathize with the weak.

After a while, all the villagers gathered in front of Agoura's eyes.

Agoura raised his fingers and counted three times, but still couldn't count the exact number, and he was annoyed: "Bring all the young women with you." ”

The soldiers rushed forward and pulled the eye-catching women out of their families one by one.

Fools know what these Mongols are going to do, although the families of these women dare not fight and pull with the Mongol soldiers, they all grab their own women's hands and feet and desperately drag them back.

The women were like toddler ducks, standing on the ground, but at one moment they were tilted to the right, almost throwing themselves into the arms of the Mongols, and then they were falling to the left, closer to their men.

Suffering and fear, the woman's cry permeated this valley that was ignored by the Immortal Heaven, mixed with the anger and crying of the man.

The Mongolian soldiers were furious and whipped the men, and several men who were desperately not letting go were also chopped off by the soldiers, and were squatting on the ground with bloody wounds and whimpering.

More than twenty young women, weeping and crying, were brought to Agoura, and the men were blocked by the soldiers.

"Take all these women away, and kill the rest." Agula was in an irritable mood, every time he washed the small tribe with blood, looking at the lack of strength, those women were as docile as newborn lambs, how could they be like these Han women, who knew that their men couldn't protect themselves, but they still shed tears for them.

"Ezhen, although they are Han Chinese, they are now the people of the Dajin Kingdom......" Agoura's guards reminded in a whisper.

Agoura's heart was shocked, he looked at the more than twenty young Han women beside him, and with a "grunt" in his throat, he swallowed a mouthful of saliva, "Kill them all, who knows that we did it?" I just know, is it possible that the Dajin Congress can't get along with us Mongols for the sake of the Han people? ”

Several soldiers drove the woman back and began to walk, most of them already beginning their familiar massacre.

A young villager ignored the obstruction of the Mongolian soldiers, desperately stretched out his right hand in the direction where the woman left, the Mongolian soldiers were furious, he fought hard, and cut off the man's arm at the root, like a fountain of blood, flying all over the sky, and also spraying the Mongolian soldiers' heads and faces......

The young villager soon felt the pain, and he pressed his left hand against the wound on the severed arm, and let out a hysterical cry......

The cry was like the roar of a wolf, like the cry of an ape, like the whimper of a sheep that fell into a pack of wolves, like the last cry of a terrible ghost of hell when it is fried.

The Mongol soldier followed the screams of the villagers, and while turning in front of the villagers, they danced to the extreme, and then slashed off the left arm of the villagers with their swords.

The red fountain appeared in the air again, and the villager could no longer stop the bleeding, so he stood straight and straight in front of the Mongol soldier, he no longer screamed, and his face, which was pale from rapid blood loss, was no longer angry, only a trace of indifference.

The Mongolian soldier could not see the pain of the villager on his face, and he could not help but be a little disappointed, and he swung his knife again, shaking it in front of the villagers' eyes.

The villagers were as indifferent as fools.

Enraged, the Mongol soldier rolled up his scimitar and cut off the villager's right leg up to the knee.

Perhaps numb, the villager's face remained painless, and he stood calmly and stubbornly in front of the Mongol soldiers, as if he had met a strange guest on the way home.

The Mongol soldier looked at the villager's face for a moment, and the villager's expression disappointed him again, and he swung his knife for the fourth time, cutting off the villager's left leg.

With a "poof", the villager fell into a pool of blood, he twisted his waist without limbs, as if he wanted to stand up, and after rolling on the ground twice, he finally lay down on his back, without a sound, and his face still maintained the indifference when he was standing.

......An old man leaned over to see if he was still alive.

The lost Mongolian soldier stretched the saber in his hand to the sky as much as possible, and then slashed down with all his might, cutting the old man in two pieces from his waist.

The old man's lower body fell to the side, twitched twice, and then quietly lay on his son's bloodstains, his upper body was still spasming, he touched the wound on his waist with his hand, shook his blood-stained right hand in front of his eyes, and then fell to the ground.

The women had not gone far when they saw the tragedy that had happened to the men, and three women fainted on the spot and fell straight to the ground.

The Mongol soldiers did not stop, they divided into three people to carry the fainted woman, and gradually left the bloody valley.

Agoura walked in the middle of the procession, and as he was leaving, he said to the soldiers who were still killing: "Search the house to see if there is any gold or silver property." ”

Back at the camp, Agoura picked two young women and divided the rest among his soldiers.

On the seashore in early autumn, the waves whipped up by the southeast wind crashed wantonly against the wide beach, making a dull low sound.

In the yurt not far from the beach, from time to time a woman's scream, as terrible as the cry of a noisy cuckoo, was quickly crushed into the sound of the thick waves.

In the early morning, a ray of sunlight rose from the shore of the Bohai Sea, and the red sun had just risen halfway above the sea level, but suddenly stopped there, as if ashamed of the evil that happened last night and has continued to the present. Rising or falling, the red sun endured the torment, and it was not until a stick of incense that the red sun finally broke free from the fetters, and quickly left the sea, hanging on the clouds in the distance.

"E-really, get up." Outside Agoura's tent, the soldiers called in a whisper.

Agoura woke up from his sleep, his upper and lower eyelids still firmly glued together, "What's the noise, it's not dawn this day!" ”

"Eh, the sun has long since come out."

"Huh?" Agoura scrambled out of the quilt and poked his head out of the tent naked: "Oh, really. To die, how did I sleep until this point? ”

Agoura rubbed her eyes, rubbed off the droppings hanging from the corners of her eyes, and quickly dressed and trousers.

"Are the soldiers all up?"

"Not yet." The soldier whispered, "They said that there were only one hundred and twenty miles left anyway, and they would arrive in the morning." ”

"Fart, blow the trumpet immediately, and assemble all." Agoura twisted the lid open and poured mare's milk wine into her fat lips.

"Yes." The soldiers agreed to leave, and soon the sound of horns made of rhinoceros horns broke the silence of Bohai Bay.

The soldiers gathered around Agoura's tent, and Agoura slowly came out of the tent: "Half a pillar of incense, you must go." ”

The soldiers dispersed and returned to their yurts for breakfast.

"Ezhen, what about these women?" The pro-soldier reminded Agoura.

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