Approaching the end of the morning, the fighting that lasted for more than an hour on the banks of the Luan River finally gradually subsided.

Several brocade guards escorted Zheng Haizhu to the battlefield.

The aggressive nature made these men, who were unable to kill the enemy because they had to perform the duties of bodyguards, approach the Sichuan soldiers who were cutting the heads of the Tartars with great interest.

While watching, he made an idea: "Hey brother, there, behind the butt of the horse corpse, there is a head." That's right, it's only half-pulled when it's blown up, that's the head, and the braids are still there. can all repay military merits for silver, right? ”

Hearing the "pointing", the Sichuan army only walked over silently to check it, the coldness on his face was in stark contrast to the enthusiasm of Jin Yiwei.

Having experienced a bloody battle, many of the victors did not rejoice.

Zheng Haizhu stopped more than 100 steps away from the erection of the four-pounder cannon.

"Write it down......"

As soon as she spoke, the general banner of Jinyi Wei, who was familiar with the process, had already turned around and searched for a circle, locked on several Jurchen corpses wearing armor, approached to observe carefully, and reached out to explore for a while, stood up and took a notebook and began to note, reporting while remembering: "Cloth surface dark armor, one or two lead bullets penetrate." ”

Zheng Haizhu nodded at him with satisfaction, and when he turned around again, Ma Xianglin's red flag by the teeth appeared in his field of vision, as well as the captives who were escorted by the knights of the Ming army.

On the head of the Derge, the majestic bowl-shaped iron helmet has long been gone.

He was bareheaded, his armour-protected arms tied behind his back, his body's balance was affected, and he staggered a little on the snow, showing the embarrassment of the vanquished even more.

He was surrounded by three or four white-armored soldiers who were also bound in arms.

That was the only remaining guard for little Baylor.

In the final battle on the ice of the Luanhe River, the moment Derge was picked by Ma Xianglin to take the sword, he ordered several Bayalas to surrender with him. He knew that most of the generals of the Ming army believed in the saying that "killing and surrendering is ominous" and would save the lives of those who dismounted and were bound.

Ma Xianglin did not tie the waist of the leader of the defeated with hemp rope and drag him behind the horse's buttocks, as the Jurchens did.

When the Derge class started, he was still a little glad that the general of the Ming army didn't seem to be interested in humiliating the dignity of his defeated generals.

But soon, when the Derger class entered the main battlefield on the snowfield, his breath became rapid again.

His five Niu Lu's soldiers were completely lost, and the difference was only whether the corpses were intact or mutilated by the fire canister.

Of course, there were some Ming soldiers who died in battle, but compared with the corpses wearing Houjin military uniforms, they were very sparse, and the total number was definitely less than 100 people.

On the battlefield, there were still dozens of Bao Yi alive, kneeling on the ground, full of horror.

Ma Xianglin instructed the lieutenant general a few words, and the lieutenant general walked up to them, leaving a man who spoke fluently in Chinese, and pointed to the rest in the direction of the Luan River.

The coats immediately got up and stumbled eastward, they still had a small family in Houjin, and if they didn't go back, the family's way of life would be cut off.

The miserable and miserable slaves didn't even look back at the Derg.

They have no heartfelt respect and loyalty to the banner masters who drove themselves to be cannon fodder on the battlefield, and as long as they become the coats of other Niu Lu, they can continue to live humbly like pigs and dogs until they become cannon fodder in the next battle.

The Ming army pushed out a lot of wooden carts from the side of the mountains and forests, put them on pack horses, and then piled Jurchen heads on the carts.

Other Ming soldiers used sacks to hold the corpses of their comrades.

Finally, in front of Derge's eyes, a Ming woman wearing chain mail appeared who was escorted by guards.

The woman pointed to the heads of a cart of people and was talking to Ma Xianglin.

Derge was still wondering about her identity, and the woman had already walked over to the other horse to check on Dong Wang's corpse lying horizontally above.

……

Zheng Haizhu saw Dong Wang for the first time.

Before today, this small and great brave man only appeared in Xu San's mouth.

Just now, at the end of the final fierce battle on the Luanhe ice, Ma Xianglin's family ding, who galloped back to report the news, had already said that he used a foot bow to intercept the Ming man of the Derge class, and was hacked to death by Bayala.

Zheng Haizhu saw Xu San's body shaking, but he restrained his steps to take it,

Both the boss and the subordinates tacitly realized that Xu San had better not show his face in front of the Derge class who would soon leave this place alive.

"You and Chang Gongzi will stay in the felt tent." Zheng Haizhu instructed Xu San.

At this moment, Zheng Haizhu walked in front of Dong Wang, who was already dead.

He already enjoyed a more dignified means of transportation than other Ming soldiers who died in battle, but his remains still showed a tragic state.

His sheepskin waistcoat had turned crimson with blood, and his neck was about to be severed by Bayara.

A small iron box, worn by a sturdy cowhide rope, stuck on Dong Wang's bloody neck.

Zheng Haizhu guessed that what was on the head was the hair of Xu San's sister and nephew.

She felt a sharp throbbing pain in her brow.

Behind him came the voice of the Derge.

Zheng Haizhu turned his head and asked the coat who was left to do the general discussion: "What did he say?" ”

Bao Yi looked at Ma Xianglin's face in a panic.

"You translate to Madame." Ma Xianglin said coldly.

Bao Yi knew that "Mrs" in the Ming dialect was to address the noble, so he hurriedly said to Zheng Haizhu: "Hostess, our Lord Belle said, are you a shaman with the army, use spells to control this businessman, make him as stubborn as a dog, and refuse to let go when he bites people. ”

Zheng Haizhu walked up to Derge and said, "Little Belle, little Tartar, we Ming people are stubborn and not afraid of death, just because it is not my credit, but your father, your brother, and your subordinates. If you ruin the good life of ordinary people in my Ming Dynasty and kill their closest people, they will be wilder than leopards and fiercer than wolves. ”

Bao Yi trembled, he didn't dare to repeat these words in Jurchen, but he listened to Derge spit out the accented Chinese dialect fiercely: "Even if you are a leopard and a wolf now, you will become a dog kowtowing at our feet in the future." ”

Zheng Haizhu's heart moved, stepped forward to stare at the Derge, and said with a playful tone: "It turns out that you know Chinese and speak it well." Did your father teach it? When I was in Hetuala, your father's Chinese was very fluent. ”

Derg was stunned. When Zheng Haizhu went to Hetuala, Derge, like Yue Tuo, the eldest son of the Great Belle Daishan, was plundering horses in the Haixi Jurchens, because he had never seen Zheng Haizhu.

"Have you been to Hetuala? Who are you? Derg asked, glaring.

Zheng Haizhu pouted noncommittally: "Your brother Mang Gurtai is not like you are a coward." Let's go, little Belle, go to the Mongols, and meet another enemy of your Jianzhou Jurchens. ”

When Ma Xianglin heard this, he made a gesture, and the sergeants pushed and shoved Derge and the others and walked towards the camp in front.

Zheng Haizhu was just about to continue talking to Ma Xianglin, when Man Gui and his Xuanda soldiers came on horseback.

"General Man, you have made a fortune."

Zheng Haizhu looked at the strings of human heads hanging from the horses' necks by Man Gui and the others, as well as the armor dragged on the snow.

Liaodong is known for its iron mines, and the Liao craftsmen who were taken captive by the Tartars from the Guannei have made great progress in the tribe's smelting and armor sewing skills, so Man Gui will lead his men to pick up the armor from the corpse of Bayala.

As for the heads, not to mention.

For a true head, the court's reward is five taels of silver.

Man Gui grinned and said: "Mrs. Zheng has a good plan, General Ma has a good lead, you eat meat, Lao Tzu chews some bones, and he can be much more fucking arrogant than in Xuanzhen." ”

After that, he watched Ma Jiajun pass by with a cart full of heads, and muttered: "This is a small three thousand taels of silver, obedient." ”

Ma Xianglin said lightly: "Mrs. Zheng is right, they will all be sent to the customs and given to General Du." ”

"What!" Man Gui said in surprise.

And then I understood.

He has a rough temperament, but he is not a gentleman.

Obviously, the two people in front of them gave Mr. Du such a big gift as Zhenyi's head, which was to be full of affection, and if he planned to return the army later, Juniper would at least not stop him from playing with the court.

The generals of the nine sides often have to support each other. This time the movement is so big, soon, the general soldiers from east to west will know about it. If Jun Song accepts the head, but still wants to forcibly occupy Ma Xianglin's soldiers, it will be unreasonable, who would dare to fight with him. Ma Xianglin is also in the east of Xuanda, and Du Songzhen might as well return the soldiers of Shanhaiguan to the deity.

Man Gui then he, and said to Zheng Haizhu: "Madame will do business." ”

Because he drew his knife to the sunlight again, he looked at the blade and sighed: "It's too ruthless, and there is a gap." ”

Zheng Haizhu saw Man Gui's expression, just like the noblewomen of later generations who were so "sad" when they saw that their Hermes was drenched in rain, so she smiled and said: "Go back and give you a better handful, cut off more heads, and exchange for silver to invite me to drink." ”

(End of chapter)