Since the first conquest of the army, there were very few men left behind in the various tribes, and only a dozen people remained in tribes like Huert.

With such a number, the attacking Ming army didn't even need to formulate tactics, and under the huge difference in strength, it was just a face-to-face, and the whole army was already annihilated.

The Hurt tribe fell into despair.

They are now like lambs just waiting to be slaughtered.

One by one, the mothers hugged their pregnant children tightly, and the screams of horror and begging for mercy were intertwined, and everyone was trembling.

The Ming army began to kill.

Hot blood gushed out, and helpless prey fled in all directions, but they still couldn't dodge the sharp arrows and sharp waist knives that flashed with cold light.

The cacophony faded away, and the night seemed extremely silent at this moment.

These Hurts looked at everything in front of them and were stupid.

To everyone's surprise, it was not people who were slaughtered by the Ming army, but the cattle and sheep of the entire tribe.

The carcasses of cattle and sheep were everywhere, and the few remaining lambs were crying out in mourning.

The men then set all the tents on fire.

The Hutts did not dare to resist, and could only watch as their homeland turned to ashes.

After all this work, these Ming soldiers did not pay attention to the trembling Huerts, nor did they move them, but regarded them as air, gathered around the bonfire to keep warm, and ate the freshly cooked mutton.

After eating and drinking, and about half an hour of rest, these people regained some strength, and prepared to leave behind the astonishing words before leaving.

"I was defeated first, and now I fled back to the grassland like a lost dog.

Now if you don't want to die, go to the south, the Ming Kingdom, and will give you food so that you can survive this winter. ”

With that, the men rode away and disappeared into the night.

Hurt watched them go, and everyone had mixed feelings, not knowing whether to celebrate their escape from death or grieve the destruction of their home.

The old people were shocked by the news left by these people.

Taishi, defeated......

How can it be.

But if the Taishi is not defeated, how can these strange Ming people come here?

The children were full of joy that they had escaped death, but the old people felt a chill to their bones by the fire.

Taishi was defeated, not to mention entering the customs, the salt, tea bricks, and grain promised before no longer existed.

How many of the warriors sent out by their own tribe can come back?

After this defeat first, how much prestige is left? His commitment to the protection of the Hurt tribe could still have some effect.

These old people have witnessed too many ups and downs on the grassland, and they are kings and hegemons at their peak, and they can't die miserably in the end.

They knew that there was going to be another big mess on the steppe.

The weak Huert tribe will become someone else's meal for the first time.

And just now those people have killed all the sheep and burned almost all the sheep and cattle, and they will not survive this winter.

They can only be greeted by starvation or freezing to death.

Time waits for no one, and they have to make a decision.

The old man glanced at him and said slowly: take everything you can and go south.

The women began to silently pack up their things and began to migrate.

Whatever the purpose, the Ming people who were not slaughtered just now seem to be more trustworthy.

Looking at the remaining cattle and sheep and a few felt bags, they suddenly had a delusion.

This seems to have been deliberately left behind by those Ming people, for fear that they would starve to death and freeze to death halfway.

In the dark night, more than fifty horsemen galloped for thirty miles, and the speed of the horses gradually slowed down.

"Captain Wu, tell me why we don't wear our own cotton armor, we have to wear Warat?"

A relatively young Ming soldier asked.

"You ask Lao Tzu, who does Lao Tzu ask?"

The captain scolded in a thick voice, "This is explained by the garrison, just dress obediently." ”

Before leaving, Tao explained to them that for these small tribes near the border, the men were killed, and the rest could be spared, just cut off their way of life, and then point out a way for them to live.

Captain Wu seems to be a big boss, but he is still very thoughtful, and deliberately leaves something behind, so that they don't die in the middle.

Between the military and the man, often talking and talking, it comes to money and women.

Especially women, it is a topic that can never be chewed on.

Although the women of Tartar are different from the Han people, if you get used to it, it is nothing.

It's just that the smelly ...... on his body is really not used to it.

But anyway, it's a woman, too.

They are poor soldiers, what is there to pay attention to.

How many of these people haven't touched a woman for a long time, and when they just saw a woman, they almost couldn't control the waistband of their lower body.

It's just a pity that this work is still heavy.

The next tribe is still dozens of miles away.

After resting for a pillar of incense, the horse suddenly lifted up.

The same scene is played out everywhere in the small and medium-sized tribes on the border.

This time, there are nearly 100 small groups of people like this on the grassland.

In addition to them, there were two cavalry armies of more than 2,000 people each, with bright helmets and bright armor, waving banners and looking for those big tribes on the grassland.

Those big tribes, even if they requisitioned men first, there were thousands of people left behind.

The large cavalry troops, guided by the traitors, came to the presence of these great tribes and had cordial and friendly conversations.

Your Majesty the Emperor, I hope to give some money and silver to redeem and buy back the Han people who have been taken captive over the years, what do you think? What a price?

Where is this negotiation, this is clearly the alliance under the city.

These tribes have received the news of the defeat first, looking at the Ming army outside who are sharpening their knives, these people have the heart to cry to death, and they dare to ask for silver, and immediately collect the Han people in the tribe, and all of them are returned to the Ming army.

Along the way, the small group of rangers encountered a lot of Varat routs.

also led to this defeat, and these scattered routs were scattered on the grassland.

These defeated troops were weak, and it was impossible for them to return to their tribe in the winter on their own.

So in order to live, he simply became a rogue.

These people are ghosts and goblins, and they can't avoid them when they see a large number of cavalry, but they are very interested when they see these forty or fifty horsemen.

Especially this one is wearing a Warat armor, looking at it from a distance, it is very kind and familiar.

I leaned forward with the desire to join the gang with enthusiasm, and as a result, I figured out the identities of the people in front of me at the cost of my life.

Outside Datong City, the goose-feather snow kept falling, and a long line appeared not far from Datong City.

This team has up to 10,000 people, all of whom are elderly, women and children.

Looking at Datong City that appeared in front of them, they all had joy and worry in their eyes......

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