Of the 1,500 men and horses left behind by the Yanmen border army, less than 800 were left at this time, and their losses in this battle were the greatest.
After all, they are not like Lu Hanqiang, and the three thousand brothers are all from horse bandits, almost all of them have experienced a hundred battles, and their combat experience is incredible.
At the same time, the body of the Yanmen brothers has also been destroyed by hunger for a long time, not a few full meals can be recovered, this half a month of rushing and fighting, almost exhausted the last bit of energy on their bodies, now they are supported by only a spirit, but the spirit is not able to solve the victory or defeat between life and death, that, is a full physical work.
Let the brothers of Yanmen go back, as a group of plundering seeds, the role is thousands of times more important than continuing to fight with them.
"What about those cattle and sheep," the little fat man reminded Lu Hanqiang.
This is the royal court, the property of the old Khan King is not only gold, silver and jewelry, but also cattle, sheep and horses, tens of thousands of cattle and sheep, if it is left in the Central Plains, it is hundreds of thousands of silver, according to the original method, if it is rushed back, how many Han people will be saved.
"Killed."
Lu Hanqiang said lightly: "Kill them all, we can't take them away, and we definitely can't leave them to the Tartars, as long as these tens of thousands of cattle and sheep survive the spring, they will multiply and breed hundreds of thousands, which will make the Tartars recover some vitality again, I can't let the Tartars have a chance to turn around and recover."
Then he said fiercely: "Don't give him a chance even a little bit." ” "Okay."
The little fat man immediately ran to the huge sheepfold with a hammer.
Walking in the burning royal court, Lu Hanqiang was very satisfied with his results, in history, the royal court was really captured by the Han people only three times, and the victory of this sneak attack was actually a fluke.
But whether it was a fluke or what, in the end he won, this battle, completely annihilated the last living force left by the golden family on the grassland, so that the fleeing old Khan King is difficult to turn over, the most important thing is that the destruction of their royal court is equivalent to occupying the capital of the Han people, this is a fatal spiritual blow, this time, the grassland is difficult to prosper, the bullshit gold family is difficult to turn over, although he is guilty of killing the same kind, but Lu Hanqiang has now thought about it.
As long as it is beneficial to the Han nation, why care about the anger of the heavens and the resentment of the people, as long as you finally live up to your conscience, this is peace of mind.
There is another gain in this battle, that is, when he gallops on the grassland with the rest of his brothers, it is difficult to encounter decent resistance, which can make the brothers a little easier and make themselves a little easier.
I'm tired, I'm too tired, I don't know if the emperor who is high in the capital understands it, and I don't know if hundreds of millions of people in the Central Plains understand it.
Whatever.
The east has shown the dawn, the light blue sky is high and deep, looking at the past, it is so reminiscent, the simple and deep sky, will give birth to simple and rough people, and these simple and rough people as neighbors, this is the misfortune of the Han people, but the world is arranged like this, this is the force of nature, can not be decided by people.
Stepping on the corpses all over the ground and looking at the curling embers, Lu Hanqiang slowly walked on the battlefield after the catastrophe.
A pile of corpses composed of old Tartar people, women and children crossed in front of him, and in the pile of corpses, a military boot of the Ming army was exposed.
Turning them over, the remains of a brother who had been torn apart by a dozen hands and almost rotted were revealed, his face was blurred, but fortunately he still held the knife tightly in his hand.
Look at the corpses of the old and weak Tartars, what kind of hatred this is, what kind of consequences this will be, and it makes people shudder to think about it.
Gently sorted out the brother's battle robe, but did not take down the war knife in his hand: "After this time, our hatred can only be solved with a war knife, but this is exactly what I need, plant the seeds of hatred on both sides, and then fight each other, but I think that with the tenacity formed by our nation for 5,000 years, with our huge population base, and with our advanced insights and opinions, we will definitely win in this kind of hatred fight."
Brother, take your sword and go to hell, and remember to continue to fight with them until the day of complete victory. ” When he was digging the pit with a half-waist knife and preparing to bury the brother who had been left out, the little fat man walked over with his signature double hammer with heavy steps.
Standing behind Lu Hanqiang, he was silent for a while, and then said in a hoarse voice: "Brother-in-law, go and take a look." ” Lu Hanqiang turned around and asked in a dirty voice, "What are you looking at?"
"There's something wrong with the sheepfold, go check it out."
Lu Hanqiang dropped half of the work, and followed the little fat man to the huge sheepfold in wonder.
Half of the sheep in the sheepfold had been killed, but at this time, the brothers who had killed the sheep were carrying bloody knives and stood there silently, and no one spoke.
"Everyone can be killed, does killing sheep make your hearts merciful" Lu Hanqiang smiled and wanted to reproach a few words, but when he looked into the sheepfold that day, the scene completely shocked him.
What a scene it was.
Groups of almost naked human beings, crouched in piles of sheep dung and cow dung, shivering numbly in the bitter cold of November, when a cow pulled out a pile of hot cow dung, there were several adjoining ones, trying to put their hands and feet numb from the cold, reaching in, and some simply grabbed the cow dung, greedily stuffed it into their mouths, whimpering, and swallowing it with difficulty.
On the other side, there were patches of naked corpses of women in white flowers, covered with whip marks and tooth marks.
And among them, dozens of sheepdogs are competing to eat the remains that have not yet frozen.
Those are all Han women, these are Han men, they are all slaves who have been taken captive, alive, facing the soldiers around them, there is no fear, no excitement, some are only numb or numb, they are dead, their hearts are dead.
Lu Hanqiang was stunned, and like everyone else, he was completely stunned by the tragic scene in front of him, and the only bit of guilt left in his heart because of a massacre of Tartar women and children had also disappeared at this time.
This group of slaves are all Han Chinese, all of them are their own compatriots, but seeing their compatriots in such a state, no one spoke to them, Lu Hanqiang squatted down and grabbed a man who was curled up, "Why don't you resist, why" The man was half frightened, trying to move his body away, shaking his head mechanically, and his mouth whining and whining for some reason.
Lu Hanqiang stood up and gave up his persuasion.
"Brother-in-law, what should we do" The little fat man really didn't know what to do about such a situation. t1706231537: