Que Duli endured the severe pain and beat the mount desperately, and the horse was already frightened, neighing, and rushed forward desperately......

There was a great chaos on the back of the horse, there were those who were dying, those who were screaming in pain, and there were those who cursed in despair, and those who prayed and begged...... The horse bandits crowded together and trampled on each other, and none of the fallen men could stand up.

One by one, the panicked horses trampled on the comrades, and everyone wanted to leave this strange and terrifying hell immediately......

Duoduogula stood there stupidly on their horses, watching dozens of Mongol cavalry come out of the path on both sides, feathered arrows were fired, and horse bandits fell off their horses one after another with a wail.

Que Duli was hit by another arrow in the shoulder, and he trembled and howled: "Kill it, kill it to have a way to live...... These Mongol savages know sorcery, and only by killing them can they survive......"

Before the panicked bandits could respond, suddenly two black objects were thrown down on the cliff next to them, and one fell on the hard stone and shattered...... The other landed on the corpse and bounced off!

Que Duli watched the thing with a trace of green smoke roll down next to his horse's feet, and subconsciously took a look......

"Boom!"

Even the Mongols who were blocking the road trembled for a moment, and then desperately controlled the frightened horses in horror.

The scimitar in Dotogula's hand fell, and a few stupid people looked at Que Duli on the opposite side and fell to the ground like a scarecrow.

More than a dozen sharp triangular pieces of iron hit his head, face, and torso, and blood sprayed wildly!

Several infantry soldiers suddenly stood up on the top of the stone stalks on both sides, and two crossbows were immediately launched to shoot two horse bandits to death on their horses, and a Mongolian man standing beside An Chun shouted: "Dismount and surrender immediately, otherwise Changshengtian will let you all die here!" Dismount and surrender ......"

The horse bandits, who had already collapsed, crawled off their horses with wails, and then clutched their weapons in both hands and begged for their lives, it was terrifying...... Did these Mongol savages get the help of the gods?

An Chun breathed a sigh of relief...... This wave of flow has consumed all the gunpowder bullets they brought, and there are still seventy or eighty horse bandits left, if they are desperate...... Even if you can stop them, you will have to lose a lot!

"Get on your knees! Kneeling on the ground......"

A few Mongolian men suddenly spotted the people who were still stupid in the distance, and just about to kill them, they saw that the horse bandits threw away their weapons and galloped like frightened rabbits, and fled quickly in despair.

It's a pity that I didn't catch them all.

It's just that after this battle, the news that the Mongols on the Nadahai steppe will know the demon law and the help of the gods began to spread throughout the grassland and desert.

Dahubala rushed to the front, and nearly a hundred Mongolian men chased after him with murderous blood, but they were surprised to see seventy or eighty horse bandits kneeling on the ground in frustration, and they were also tied up with ropes and strips of cloth.

And An Chun and the fifty Mongolian men did not suffer any casualties at all, Da Hubala was very surprised, and immediately saluted An Chun's chest...... "Leader An, you are a great warrior from the Central Plains...... Dahubala admires you immensely! ”

An Chun shook his head with a smile and arched his hand: "With the help of my family's gunpowder weapon, it's nothing."

Da Hubala solemnly covered his chest and said: "Song Langjun is a messenger sent by the true god to help the Mongols, and he is the benefactor of our Mongols......"

All the Mongol men stroked their chests and shouted, "Praise the messenger of God, Song Langjun."

An Chun was shocked for a moment, and then his heart was full of joy......

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Song Wen sat in the saddle and watched silently at the little girl in front of him helping him wipe the saber......

Just now, Daruchi and Dahubala got up and left, and Song Wen knew...... The captured bandits are going to be executed!

As the soul of future generations, Song Wen knew that such a method of dealing with it was extremely barbaric and inhumane.

But this is the Iron Age of the Savages......

The corpses that were brutally killed by the horse bandits, and the herdsmen who were lost and full of hatred, were also reminding Song Wen all the time...... These horse bandits are extremely vicious and heinous, and the ashes altar of Daruchi's father and mother and the head of his brother Dawura are also silently accusing these horse bandits of their crimes.

Soon, Daruchi and Dahubala galloped back with a group of cavalry, all covered in blood and murderous energy...... There were more than a hundred ownerless war horses behind him.

An Chun also returned, and the six Qingshan battalion guards breathed a sigh of relief and silently gathered around Song Wen.

Mingyue faced the direction of the burial place of those horse bandits, and suddenly sat on the ground with a serious face, and whispered the Taoist Sutra of Duren...... "Pude Jidu, all its year." There were no slanders, and the earth was poured back. Do good deeds, do not kill or harm. No jealousy, no adultery, no theft. No greed, no hatred, no jealousy, no flashy words, no evil voices. Together, we love and become married. National security and people's abundance, Xinle Taiping ......"

Song Wen was silent, and the big-eyed girl sat beside Song Wen and hugged his arm. An Chun and several Qingshan camp guards stood solemnly behind Song Wen, quietly watching Mingyue Daotong take the dead soul in a serious way.

All the Mongols are celebrating, mourning the dead of their relatives and friends, singing and dancing to celebrate victory and peace. The whole Nada Sea camp was full of joy......

At noon, the spoils were counted, and the plundered by the horse bandits was loaded on the carts of Lele, and the gold and silver articles were wrapped in oxhides, and there were hundreds of swords and spears, and more than two hundred bows and arrows.

A total of more than 600 war horses were recovered, plus more than 300 brought by horse bandits from other places, a total of nearly 1,000 war horses...... This is a war horse, a prime-age horse that has been tamed after simple training.

If it were in the Great Song Dynasty, these horses could easily make a person or even a family enjoy wealth and prosperity, which was a huge wealth.

There were also forty or fifty precious pieces of armor, and hundreds of leather wallets. The rest of the clothing was distributed by Dahubara to the poor herdsmen.

A total of thousands of cattle and sheep were recovered, as well as more than a dozen truckloads of grain and jerky. Enough for herders to survive this most difficult time.

Daruchi and Dahubala came to Song Wen's tent with a few tribal elders, and everyone respectfully touched their chests and knelt down on one knee......

Daruchi bowed his head and said: "My master, all the Mongols in the Nadahai steppe thank you from the bottom of my heart, thank you for helping us to avenge our revenge, and thank you for exchanging supplies from the Khitans...... You selflessly help us, and you are a messenger sent by the Immortal Heaven! Whenever and wherever you speak...... The Mongols of the Nada Sea steppe will give everything for you! ”

In the distance, all the Nadahai herdsmen touched their chests with one hand and saluted Song Wen from afar......

Song Wen hurriedly took An Chun to pick up a few Nadahai leaders, and said, "Hurry up, I'm a friend of the Mongols...... Don't say that, hoeing the strong and helping the weak for the way of heaven, this is the purpose of our Qingshan Camp! Hurry up ......"

Da Luchi got up and looked up and said, "Lang Jun, all the gold, silver and horses that have been captured are handed over to you for disposal...... These are the thoughts of the Mongols of Nadahai......"

Song Wen smiled and shook his head: "How can it be done?" These things were plundered by these horse bandits and should be returned to the steppe people! In addition, it is true that three hundred war horses are needed, but they must be handed over to the Khitans! The commander of the little marquis promised to lend you thirty carts of grain...... My Four Seas Chamber of Commerce caravan can't come this far yet, so you need this food to tide over the storm! ”

Dahubala pursed his lips...... "Damn Khitans, ten horses for a cart of grain...... What greed! We'd rather give these war horses to Song Langjun than be squeezed by them......"

Song Wen waved his hand: "It's nothing, isn't there a lot left, I'll buy war horses with you at the price of the border gate...... In addition, I will support you with a batch of kelp salt, as well as medicine and weapons...... Your arrows need to be replaced......"

Dahubara was surprised: "How can that be done?" Lang Jun is our benefactor, and we Mongols will not treat our true friends and benefactors like this! All the rest of the war horses will be given to Lang Jun, and we won't ask for a penny......"

Several respected old men and herdsmen were also very excited, and resolutely refused to exchange with Song Wen.

Song Wen said helplessly: "Okay, I'll accept the gifts and hearts of Nadahai's friends...... But shouldn't we help each other as friends? Or those materials, as a thank you gift from me to my friends in Mongolia! In the future, Daruchi will operate a mobile warehouse on this Nada Sea grassland, and I will continue to supply low-cost salt, kelp, grain, cloth, and medicines...... Even weapons are transported to the steppe, a fair and just deal! ”

All the Mongols are happy......