If it was in the past, this was a very correct judgment, and it was impossible for the Mongol mounted archers to confront the Jurchens' dismounted foot shots. But this time things were different, and soon they paid a heavy price for the outdated tactics: Durbert used the mounted archers to attract the attention of the Jurchens, advanced the birdmen to a distance of about fifty paces, and fired another volley, the lead bullet pierced through the shields and armor, sending the Jurchens in the circle to pieces, and then the ironclad cavalry launched another charge, and they went straight over the dismounted Jurchens, their sharp spears nailing the resistance to the ground with their shields. In desperation, Doro jumped onto his horse and shouted to the Jurchens to draw closer to him, wanting to make a final fight to the death, his helmet and long-handled axe standing out from the crowd. The remnants of the white-armored soldiers answered his call, but the wedge-shaped ironclad cavalry made a final charge, and Dulbert, who was watching from the sidelines, saw Doro's majestic cyan stallion stand on its hind legs, hooves kicked wildly, and was stabbed in the chest by a spear, and the torrent of steel drowned them.

It's over, Min Min thought to himself, these arrogant pursuers collapsed, the Jurchens threw down their weapons and banners and fled, and their generals were gone, presumably dead or captured. But this was only in vain, recuperating, and the horsepower of the Mongol light cavalry kept a distance behind, constantly harvesting the fugitives with scimitars, horned bows, and lassoes. For the first time, Min Min felt her heart beating so fast, as if it was about to jump out of her mouth in the next second, and it turned out that the taste of victory was so sweet.

"Begi, we won!" Durbert's voice interrupted Minmin's thoughts, and the old man, who was usually as strong as steel, could not hide the excitement on his face at this time. Min Min was very glad that she was wearing a mask at this time, and she didn't need to worry about revealing the excitement and weakness in her heart, she nodded politely to Durbert, gently lifted the reins, and came to the side of the soldier holding the Sulu ingot, stretched out her hand to take the big silk, and raised it above her head, the rising morning sun shone on the golden spire on the top of the big silk, reflecting a brilliant light!

"Maha Kala! Maha Kala! More than 1,000 voices shouted in unison: "Long live the great Min Min Beji!"

When Doro woke up again, he found himself lying on a soft woolen blanket, wounds on his shoulders and ribs well treated, and the only proof that he was in a cage and not a hospital was the shackles on his feet. He sat up and found a bowl of mare's milk and two cakes on the low table beside him. Doro picked one up and took a bite, it was still hot, and a wry smile spread across his face, as a captive he had the best meal in days.

"You're awake!" A middle-aged man came in from outside the tent, and he looked at Doro coldly, as if he were looking at an inanimate object. Dora put down his cake on guard, and heard the man say, "Come with me, we will see you!" ”

When Dora walked into the tent, he saw a charming beauty reclining on a brocade couch, and an old man sitting next to it, on a stand behind the brocade couch, placed a delicate full-body iron armor. He immediately recognized the armor, in which the enemy's generals had defeated themselves in the morning battle.

"Where is the owner of the armor?"

The beauty did not answer, but picked up a silver mask from the low table next to her and covered her face. Jueluo's face suddenly turned pale: "It's you?" Did you beat me in the morning? ”

"Shut up, this is Lady Jinong, the noble daughter of Dzungar Khan, Min Min Beji! Don't kneel down and salute yet! The old man on the side shouted. Immediately, Jueluo felt that his knee was kicked hard, and he involuntarily knelt on the ground, and the wound in his ribs immediately felt a sharp pain, but it was nothing compared to the psychological impact.

"I've heard your big Belle say he wants to see what I look like, but now it seems that he's going to see me and I'm going to be taken prisoner." Min Min's voice was crisp and moving, making Jueluo subconsciously want to raise his head, but his neck was held down roughly, and he couldn't move. He forcibly suppressed the humiliation in his chest, and replied in the calmest tone possible: "Victory and defeat are a common thing in soldiers, I am not as strong as others, I have nothing to say, Big Baylor is a hundred times better than me, and the victory or defeat is not yet known!" ”

"Really? In that case, let's see how it turns out! As soon as he finished speaking, two arms behind his back dragged Doro up and out of the tent. The old man said in a low voice: "Beji, that big Baylor should have encountered a defeated soldier by now, according to what you can see, you should still be cautious!" ”

"That's what Ah Gong said!" Min Min smiled and nodded at Fu Gu Heai, although the old man did not make a single shot in the fierce battle last night, his loyalty to himself was unquestionable. Timely and appropriate return for the loyalty of his subordinates is a basic quality that a superior must have, he is an Oirat, Liu Cheng is a Han Chinese, and it is a natural defect to be the leader of the Chahar and Tumuts, and it is necessary to cherish the loyalty of his subordinates.

"Grandpa Fugu, when Ah Cheng comes back this time, I will tell him what happened yesterday as it is, you have four children on the expedition with Ah Cheng this time, and Ah Cheng and I will not forget these feelings."

"Thank you Beji!" Fugu Heai naturally understood what Min Min meant, and he sighed: "Since the death of Dayan Khan, we Mongols have been in a worse condition, and the successive Great Khans have either succeeded to the throne at a young age and died early, or they have been immersed in the things in the cup all day long, ignoring political affairs. The various tribes kill each other, the weak eat the strong, and regard the Great Khan and the law as nothing. Although Lin Dan Khan wanted to make a difference, he mistakenly believed the words of the demons, fought against the great powers, and finally died at the hands of the world's enemies. Fortunately, there is Lord Jinong to help the poor and re-erect the Sulu ingot! Such a great favor, we Chahar people can't pay it back even if we shed blood, how dare we want a reward! ”

A sly smile appeared on Min Min's face: "Oh? Didn't Fugu Ah Gong forget that Min Min was from Oirat and Ah Cheng was from Han? But they're not descendants of the Golden Family! ”

"Hey!" A wry smile appeared on Fugu Heai's face: "Beiji, Dayan Khan's revival of the great cause is inseparable from the assistance of Manhaidu, how can Manhaidu be a descendant of the Golden Family?" As long as the Great Khan's seat is a descendant of the Great Khan, what does it matter whose hand is raised? Although my servant Guheai is old, he is not yet confused, and what Lord Jinon has done is indeed beneficial to the Chahars, to the Tumuts, and to the Great Khan. If you and Lord Jinong have the blood of the Golden Family, I am a little worried about the safety of the Great Khan. ”

Hearing Fugu Heai's words, Min Min couldn't help but laugh. As he said, because Liu Cheng and Min Min are Han Chinese and Oirats, neither Liu Cheng himself nor his heirs can sit on the throne of the Great Khan, but they will not hurt Abnai, what better puppet than a child who is still nursing? If it were a different one, I am afraid that Lin Dan Khan's sons would have died a long time ago. Since the fortunes of the Golden Family have long been declining at the moment, it is not a blessing that a Han man like Liu Cheng can lift the Sulu ingot, and let them take refuge under him.

"Ah Gu is indeed a smart man, you are right, although Ah Cheng and I are not descendants of the Golden Family, we can bring peace, victory and prosperity to the Mongols, and Abunai is also the safest with us. As long as you are faithful to our husband and wife, there will be a time for Sulu to rise again! ”

The sky was gray, the sun was just a faint speck behind the clouds, and the vast grasslands were only snow and wind, not a little lifeless. The north wind, mixed with dense snow particles, was like the canine teeth of a beast, and Acton couldn't open his eyes, and he had to wrap his cloak tightly, revealing only two eyes. But the cold wind still penetrated through the cloak and armor, penetrating the bone marrow, and he felt as if his veins had solidified. One step, this is the last step, the last step, I don't have the strength to pull my leg out of the snow, I can't take a step anymore.

But Acton's feet moved one more step, and he thought to himself: this is someone else walking, it can't be me, I'm already exhausted, I can't take a single step. But Acton's clumsy and unshapeable thing still mechanically stepped over the snow, and the melted snow froze outside his cowhide boots, condensing into a pair of white shin guards, making his steps staggering and staggering. In order to lighten the load, he had already lost everything he could, except for the waist knife, Acton subconsciously grabbed the belt that tied the saber, and as he advanced, the scabbard kept slapping his buttocks, as if someone was whipping him. He wanted to sit down, light a fire, and eat something. But Acton knew that this meant suicide, and everyone knew that after they had been defeated by the terrible ironclad cavalry in the morning, they were followed by horsemen in leather coats on Mongol bantams, and these ferocious enemies followed them at their flanks, shooting arrows at them. The main target of these mounted archers was not people, but horses, which were protected by armor and not horses, and no one wanted to know what happened to those who lost their horses, and the terrible screams seemed to come from hell. It wasn't until noon that a sudden heavy snowfall saved them, perhaps because they had had chased enough, or perhaps because they were obscured by the wind and snow, and the sound of the horse's hooves behind them gradually disappeared, but no one dared to stop, and Acton's horse broke its front hooves because it had stepped into a hole, and he had to walk the rest of the distance on his legs.

Suddenly, there was a rapid sound of horses' hooves from the front, and even the wind and snow could not cover it. The man in front of him jumped off his horse and fell to the ground, Acton's steps were already stiff, he could not stop, and he hit his head on the horse's buttocks, and became a rolling gourd. Did the Mongols go around to the front? It's good that it's finally over, at least I can lie down for a while before I die! Acton closed his eyes calmly.

But the familiar shouting made him open his eyes again, it was Jurchen language, could it be that he had met a companion? Acton, who had already decided to die, burst into tears, and the tears that flowed down his cheeks condensed into a trail of ice in the blink of an eye.

"What? You were defeated by the Mongols? Even your forehead has been lost? Hauge's face was purple and black, a sign of his imminent rage, and there were less than a hundred men standing in front of him, only about a third of them had horses, all with blue noses and swollen faces, exhausted, and only one breath more than the dead, and he could not believe that this was the elite army that had been in high spirits a few days ago. At first, he planned to execute all these deserters who abandoned him and killed the lord according to the military law of Hou Jin, but in the end he decided to be a little more flexible, after all, he needed manpower in the face of a big war.

"Originally, according to military law, if there is a general who has lost in battle, all the soldiers in his department will be killed! You have forsaken your lords and fled alone, and you have broken the military law, and you will be put to death, and your wives and children will be slaves of others. But I've decided to give you a chance to mend your ways. Speaking of this, Hauge's tone paused slightly, and he was satisfied to see the hope in the eyes of many people's despair: "Tomorrow, I will attack those Mongols to avenge Doro and the dead soldiers, you will be placed in the first row, if you are brave enough, you can at least save yourself and your wife and children!" ”

Hearing Hauge's order, Acton's heart was immediately filled with the ecstasy brought by escaping death, and tears flowed from his eyes, the rumor was not wrong, the Great Belle was really a generous and merciful man, which had actually saved their wives and children from the miserable fate of being slaves, because even if they died in the next battle, it would be equivalent to washing away the charge of abandoning the master's escape with their own blood, and in the next battle, even if they were killed on the spot, they would never let their wives and children end up as slaves.

"Not everyone can be forgiven, though!" Hauge's words sent the survivors into the ice cave, and he looked at them with disgust: "In the next battle, I want warriors, but cowardly sheep!" Only those who still have their weapons will be given the opportunity to fight again. Weapons on the battlefield are equal to life, and if he even throws away his weapons in order to escape, then he doesn't deserve life! As soon as the words fell, dozens of white-armored soldiers poured into the ranks of the survivors, dragged those unarmed people out, pressed them on the ground and cut off their heads, and in a few breaths, there were more than 20 heads on the snow, and blood gushed out of their necks, and they were immediately dyed red.

Haug jumped off his horse and was in front of the survivors, perhaps because of the cold, Acton felt himself shivering all over.

"Give them food and hot soup, remember, don't turn around and run away on the battlefield, I assure you, I'm definitely much more terrible than the enemy!" (To be continued.) )