Lao Sang Kun pinched his fingers and calculated the opponent's attack wave, the first feather arrow his own warrior resisted, very good, his own warrior was burning with hatred, and he resisted the arrow rain of the Ming army without fear of death, and the speed of the war horse began to increase, Sang Kun bent down a finger.
At this time, the heart-wrenching calculations showed that at least two hundred warriors were gone.
The second wave, another finger was bent, and this time at least three hundred warriors were gone.
But the speed of the war horse was blocked by its own victims, and the speed could not be raised.
The third wave, bent a finger again, because there was no speed, there was no way to immediately strangle with the Ming army, it seems that a group of nephews will be lost, and this time two hundred sons and nephews will fall.
His own warriors did not care about the corpses of the warriors lying down, and walked on their way.
The fourth wave, when he bent the fourth finger, seeing that he still had two thousand men left, Sang Kun let out a long breath, this is enough, in cavalry warfare, the Mongols have an incomparable advantage over the Ming people psychologically, and this advantage has been cultivated for thousands of years.
"The rest is to fight immediately, I want you to see, we two thousand warriors against you four thousand bastards, we will definitely wait, how can there be a fifth wave" Lao Sangkun thought that his eyes were spent, and he looked carefully at his finger, it was the fourth one, why was there an extra wave After another wave of warriors fell to the ground in the face of the rain of arrows, he was surprised to see another wave of Ming troops rushing out of the darkness, like a flood of beasts, like hell demons, although with the impact of his own warriors, the Ming army was also deliberately keeping a distance from the Mongolian warriors.
The peak of the battlefield is constantly moving southward, but the Ming army is also moving southward with a stone's throw away, but waves of endless Ming troops rushed out in the dark, constantly splashing feather arrows in the battle group of charging warriors, and it was endless.
"Bastard Yang He, didn't you tell me, isn't this bullshit Lu Hanqiang only four thousand people, look at it, it's almost twelve thousand, bastard Yang He, you are a liar."
Sang Kun was angry, he was angry with that Yang He, it was he who told him about the strength of this bastard Lu Hanqiang, it was he who told his purpose to himself, feelings, this is a trap.
With the last less than three hundred warriors, they finally rushed into the enemy formation with a rain of arrows, and when they were drowned by the horse bandit Zhao'an army led by Li Sanduo in a blink of an eye, Sang Kun spurted a mouthful of blood into the air.
King Khan, King Khan, we can still fight.
The loyal slave beside him hugged the crumbling old Sangkun, and roared with blood-red eyes.
Yes, there is still a fight, and countless tribal men and women are gathering here with flames all over their bodies, and they slowly merge into a sea of people.
There are almost no men here who are young and strong, most of them are old women, women and children, but everyone's eyes are full of hatred and determination.
Looking at the subordinates of the tribe who were pressed by the black pressure of nearly 10,000, Lao Sangkun felt for the first time that he was so guilty of whipping them and bullying them, but now, when they were about to be wiped out, they gave up their resentment towards themselves, and consciously walked to their side, gathered behind them, holding a fork and a wooden stick, facing the enemy who slowly calmed down.
"Changshengtian, you tell me, why do the Han people have to be so merciless to us, you tell me" Lao Sangkun looked at these tribesmen and women who had no way out, his hands to the sky, and shouted.
The fire was raging, crackling, and the endless camp was now almost burned to the ground.
In the fire, a young man wrapped in a heavy sheepskin slowly walked to the front of the Ming army, followed closely by a fat man who could almost crush the majestic war horse, and the double hammer in the fat man's hand was slimy flesh and blood.
At this time, hearing the old Sangkun shouting and asking the immortal sky, the young man even stretched his hands high to the sky, and shouted to the possible immortal heaven in a louder voice than the old Sangkun: "Changshengtian, you have divided the world into north, south, east and west, it is you who let the northerners raise livestock, it is you who let the easterners drive the boats, it is you who let the southerners cultivate the land, and you let the westerners drink blood.
But why do you want the northerners to give up grazing livestock and plunder the southerners, why do they have to go to our southerners' places every year to loot food and materials, why do you let the northerners wantonly kill my parents, parents and children" Then, in the death-like silence, he put down his hands and stared at Lao Sangkun with bright eyes: "Why does he want you to loot wantonly and not allow us to do the same as you" Then he groaned for a while, and suddenly roared: " Why is this, should your immortality let you be willing to be immortal, and you should treat us Han people as your cattle and sheep, and you will be blind when you take immortality, so I don't trust him. ” Sang Kun opened his mouth, speechless.
No one said anything, only the roar of the hunt.
"That's how the Immortal Heaven arranged, we should rob you, we" "Fart" roared, and then the young man shouted at the nearly 10,000 tribes behind Sang Kun and the 4,000 subordinates behind him: "Then I tell you, tell you, our god is called Yan Huang, his old man told us, this is unfair, his old man told us, we are the highest nation, we have the right to tell you, we are the masters of this land, not slaves." ” "Since we can't be reasonable, let's use a knife."
Old Sangkun roared with red eyes.
"Reasonable, my Han nation has talked to you for thousands of years, but have you reasoned with us, are you right, the only way to reason between us is the knife, my ancestor Zhao Wuling King said this, Bai Qi said this, Huo Qubing said this, our Tang Dynasty said this, my Taizong said this, then, now I also talk to you like this."
Lu Hanqiang finished speaking calmly, and then yelled at the brothers behind him: "Brothers, pick up your knives, light your explosives bags, and tell these reasonable people our reasoning." ” Four thousand elite soldiers, against more than 10,000 women and children with pitchforks and kitchen knives, it was almost a massacre, but the price of the victory of the entire stealing camp was that Lu Hanqiang still killed nearly a thousand brothers, here, Li Sanduo died in battle, but he died laughing in battle.
Watching the surging tribes one after another continue to fall, watching the continuous explosions like thunder and fire, throwing clumps of flesh and blood into the sky, with infinite resentment towards Yang He, under the escort of less than a hundred personal soldiers left, he left to the north, and he could no longer bear to look at the grassland that was already a piece of flesh and blood.
Lao Sangkun fled to Mobei with more than 100 personal guards, but he was unwilling, he wanted to continue to gather the scattered tribes in various places, and then form a large army, and then wait for his son to take the 50,000 elites of his headquarters to advance north and south, and he must fight with this devilish Lu Hanqiang. t1706231537: