Chapter 173 A Tribe

Woohoo! Woohoo!

Bakr was Daishan's most courageous general, and this time he became the shaman's general in sweeping the grasslands.

Eight hundred Manchurian Jiala, with more than 2,000 horses, huddled on a small hill, looking at the smoke rising in the distance, this was already the seventh small tribe they had encountered in the past ten days.

There were no scouts, and there was no need to scout in advance, and the Manchurians at this time were full of confidence in themselves.

"Woo-ha!"

Buckle raised his mace in his hand. There are many weapons to choose from in Manchuria now, but Bakr still likes the mace he made the most, with a thick head and a wound iron ring, which became a sharp weapon for breaking the skulls of his enemies.

"Woo-ha! Woohoo! Woohoo! ”

When morale is high, you don't care if the other party will wake up.

As soon as the horse was longitudinal, Bakkel, who was wearing his upper body, rushed down the hill first. The cold autumn wind blew through his body, and his skin contracted from the cold made him feel even more excited.

The speed of the horses grew faster and faster, exactly like each charge, and the sound of horses' hooves, which had been a little chaotic at first, began to gradually become neat, like thunder from the sky.

As the horses got faster and faster, Buckle's vision became narrower. His eyes were fixed on one of the largest tents in the tribe.

At this time, this small tribe of several hundred people also discovered the incoming enemy. First in a panic to the women and children hiding in the tent, behind the Lehrer cart. Then came the young men who rushed out, who didn't bother to install the saddle at all, jumped directly on the back of the bare horse, and also rushed towards Bakir's troops with knives in hand.

Soon, the Mongols, who had gathered in a hurry, ran into the ranks of the Manchurians.

There seems to be an old Mongol who wants to explain something. It seems to say that he is already a tribe that has submitted to the Manchurians. But who can hear it at this time, and who wants to hear it?

Surrender and defeat were the same for the Manchurians, accustomed to the jungle, and for the Mongols, accustomed to the steppe.

Bakr has always looked down on the fighting style of the Ming people, and he always rushes to the first row of the line.

He lowered his head and dodged the big knife cut by the opponent, then raised his hand and smashed the stick on the back of the opponent's head. With a muffled sound and a shattering skull, he swung his mace at the other Mongol. The knife crackled through the flesh, the spear pierced through the heart, and was trampled on by the galloping horse.

Where these tribes of several hundred people were the opponents of the Manchurians, and in less than a meal, a raging fire burned in the entire tribe.

According to the shaman's confession, all those above the wheel were executed, and the children below the wheel, whether boys or girls, were tied with their hands behind their backs, and they were strung together.

These things were done by a Han man with a bare head and a little braid on the back.

The Manchurians were better at charging and more at sabotage. For this kind of aftermath, they are generally in charge of this person named Bo Bo Jun.

Saw Bakr jumping off his horse with a blood-stained mace in his hand. The rope he put in his hand, bowed his head and ran over, and said with a sneer:

"Lord Battle, why are we attacking such a small tribe? These tribes had no wine, no beautiful women, and no jewelry. Are we just for these little things? ”

Battle smiled and said, "A good hunter cannot leave his bow and arrow every day, and a good warrior cannot leave his enemies every day. Without blood, without fighting, these men under my command will become more like bright farmers. ”

As the two men were talking, they saw a Mongolian woman with a baby in her arms running up to them in a panic, followed by a young Jianzhou Gela with a short spear in her hand.

"Look at it, look at it, Chief Bao. These are young people who have not been watered with blood, and they are still hesitating. As he spoke, Battle kicked the woman with the child to the ground, and then punched the young Kora to the ground. Pull the spear from his hand. He stabbed straight from the baby's back and pierced the woman's chest.

"Let's go." Without looking at it, he followed Bo Bojun into the largest tent in the tribe. In the tent, four young Mongolian women hugged each other and looked at them.

"Get up, for those who don't work are dead. Hurry up and burn some milk tea and get ready to eat. Buckle grinned and found a place to sit down, and Bob said with a smile at the women.

"We are all people with military orders, you must pay attention." Bakker said with his eyes closed.

"That's nature, it's just a sip of hot tea. Then there would be something else. ”

As she spoke, two of the women had the audacity to put brick tea in the hanging stove in the tent and began to boil it. The other two brought some tsamba and carefully raised them above their heads.

Bob and Bakkel didn't look at it, and talked while rubbing the tsamba in their hands.

"The seven tribes, except for a little lean sheep, don't even have a little extra food." Bakr didn't know how to explain to the shaman and the banner master. When he came out this time, in addition to making the entire grassland cold according to the order of the flag owner, he also wanted to find daily food for his tens of thousands of flag people.

He took a sip of butter tea to make the tsamba taste more palatable.

"My master has also sent a letter. Let's put aside whether Shangjing is willing or not, that is, this year, Shangjing doesn't even seem to have enough barley. Not to mention the precious wheat. It is said that someone secretly made wine from barley, but from the shopkeeper to the man, seventeen heads are still hanging outside the gate of the city. ”

Anyway, now the Jingshi doesn't care about their own affairs, and the two of them just talk casually as if it was an interesting thing.

Bao Bojun's master is Ning Wanme, and he went to work in the Daishan Tent, which was his master's arrangement.

"They say that Daming has endless food, endless wine and endless girls, I don't know if it?" Bakker asked. "I don't know, if we still have a chance to kill Da Ming."

Truth be told, last year's Bakker was much more optimistic than the current one, and he was with a lot of fighters last year. But now, many people have to separate.

At that time, Bakkel felt that he was the most powerful army in the world. He still felt that way, but it always felt like something was missing.

"Now I know that wine is a good thing." Bo Bojun said with a smile.

"There are hundreds of good wines in Daming. I drank most of them, but I heard Master say that the best wine was in the Jinluan Hall of the Ming Emperor. ”

"Jinluan Palace, is that a house made of gold? I'm going to have to snatch it back and give it to the flag owner. Bakir could only fantasize while drinking butter tea.

Bo Bojun is different from Bakker, his master clearly explained to himself the current situation in Houjin through letterhead. Ning Wan: I recognize Huang Taiji's unification rights. Otherwise, under the rule of the four Baylors, it would be a luxury for Houjin to live in peace.

If there is criticism, Ning Wan I just think that Huang Taiji is too weak and procrastinates a little more. History is written by the victors, as long as you can achieve victory, what happens is not up to you?

But in the letter, he didn't say that to his second apprentice. Just suggesting that he must strike a good balance. If Dai Shan is too strong, he might as well support the Mongols. If the Mongols form a group, you might as well support Daishan. In short, we must live in the grassland on behalf of the good, but don't live too well.

In the past few days, Bob Jun thinks that this is a basically unfulfilled demand.

The Mongols were much weaker than he thought. He deliberately took advantage of the shaman's needs, the bloodbath of one tribe and one tribe, and abused. Even a few of them will take the initiative to let them go, just hoping that they will gather what is happening here and spread it.

But it didn't work.