The Soul of the Han Dynasty in the Late Ming Dynasty

Chapter 230 Taking Down the Yurt

The horses of dozens of people in the Sang Yu General Banner have already started to run, and the speed of the horses has reached the best condition. The knights shoot arrows and throw spears leisurely.

The Tartars who fought hastily suffered a big loss. After 45 cavalry roared past, 14 Tartars had been killed or seriously injured and lost their combat effectiveness, and seven of them were bleeding and had not given up resistance.

There are less than twenty adults in this small tribe with beards and tails.

Although all the Tartars are soldiers, they are also divided into strong and weak. Not every adult Tartar is skilled in bow and horse. A small half of the twenty Tartars who were not injured were trembling with fright, and their tactical movements were deformed.

I don't know which tartar shouted to remind everyone: "Take your horse and run to Qingcheng quickly! If it's too late, everyone will die."

Several Tartars shouted to remind their companions: "It's the Ming army who came to take revenge, don't take chances, brothers, run away."

Hearing the wailing and shouting of the Tartars, Sang Yu remembered to make a propaganda call to remind the Han slaves to protect themselves.

He yelled loudly: "The Ming army attacked and killed the Tartars, the Han compatriots must hide well, and must not run around, so as not to be accidentally injured."

Hao Gelie, who hid in the yurt, was still in shock. After panting for a while, he quietly took the iron armor, and cut a few incisions on the wool felt surrounding the yurt with a knife.

Hao Gelie was wearing his armor while peeking out through the hole in the wool felt, he was thinking about how to rush out suddenly to grab a war horse and try to escape.

He didn't notice that in a corner of the yurt, Xiang Chengliang's bright eyes were staring at him.

Outside the yurt, there was the sound of horseshoes and Mongolian cries everywhere. Xiang Chengliang had already heard the shouts in Chinese, and he heard clearly that it was the Ming army attacking the Tartars. The Ming army also asked the Han people not to move around to avoid accidental injury.

Xiang Chengliang's hometown, Zhangjiawan, is a place where merchants gather. He has never passed the government examination twice. He was just a boy in his early twenties, and he found a job as a bookkeeper for a monthly salary of up to two taels in order to make a living.

The reason why the boss paid such a high price to hire Xiang Chengliang was because he liked that he was physically stronger than ordinary scholars, and because the boss's business was border trade, and they often delivered goods outside the mouth.

Xiang Chengliang has a talent for languages. He often followed his boss to trade with Mongolians outside the mouth for three or four years. He quickly learned the Mongolian language. Now he has been a slave in Mongolia for nearly a year. He has developed to the point where he can understand many Mongolian dialects. .

Xiang Chengliang judged the defeat of the Tartars from the mournful voices of the Tartars crying for their father and mother, and he was extremely excited. He silently looked at Hao Gelie, who was about to fight to the end, thinking whether to strike him with a fatal blow from behind.

The remaining twenty or so Tartars in Hegelie's tribe ran wildly after the first charge of the attacking Ming army.

They knew that there was a time lag when the Ming army returned to their horses and charged again, so they had to make full use of this time to get the horses. The Tartars rushed to the place where the horses were tied, and those with leather shields had already lifted the leather shields to the back of their hearts in an attempt to protect them.

Sang Yu and his subordinates returned to the horses to fight, arrows were shot, knives were cut, horses were driven into collisions, and at least twenty Tartars lost their fighting power.

Six Tartars thought they were the lucky ones, and they finally got on their horses. At this time, they all rode their horses and flew northward. Sang Yu asked Cheng Yunlai to command the three small flags to stay and wipe out the remnants of the enemy. He personally led He Liang's small flag to pursue them. Abandon.

The horse that Sang Yu just switched to was an Arabian horse with unparalleled impact speed. He was a senior cavalryman with six or seven years of military experience, and his riding skills were no less than that of the Mongols. Soon the two Tartars were overtaken by him and shot off their horses.

The remaining four Tartars could not escape either, and Qiao Dashan Xiaoqi, who was waiting for work, blocked the frightened Karaqin people head-on. Two of them were killed on the spot, and two others got off their horses and knelt down and surrendered.

There were 33 knights searching for the yurt. Instead of throwing torches and burning the yurt directly, they would rather take the trouble of taking alternate cover tactics to enter the yurt to search for remnants of the enemy.

Cheng Yunlai, who was once the head of the nursing home of the gentry's family in Zhenzi Town, is a martial artist, bold and careful.

He let the other two small flags cruise on the horse to be on guard at any time, and he jumped off the horse and took off the shield with ten subordinates to prepare for the foot battle.

The cavalry shield specially made for the cavalry is [-]% lighter than the standard steel shield of the saber shield hand, and its area is only half the size of the light steel round shield specially designed for the saber shield hand.

Cheng Yunlai led Yiwu's subordinates and approached the yurt holding up their shields and shouted to let the Han people inside come out. As long as the Han people came out of the yurt, it would be clear whether there were Tartars inside who were ready to resist.

They covered each other and searched all the way, only encountered resistance in two yurts, but the dismounted Tatars were so weak that they were no match for martial artists. He was beheaded and killed by the Ming army on the spot.

Seeing the Ming army cavalry dismount and search the yurt, Hegelie, who was hiding inside, went all out. He was going to shoot a cold arrow to kill a Ming army strolling back and forth on horseback, and then see if he could seize the horse.

Just as he was fully drawing his bowstring to launch a sneak attack, he suddenly felt a cool breeze behind his head, and he lowered his head instinctively. Xiang Chengliang swung the hatchet in his hand with a burst of blood and courage. He originally aimed at Hegelie's neck, but now Chopped on the back of his head.

Because Xiang Chengliang hit with all his strength, the force was strong enough to knock off Hegelie's half-day cap, blood and brains splashed all over Xiang Chengliang's head and face.

Xiang Chengliang couldn't help trembling. It turned out that this was his first time killing people. He was still afraid that He Gelie was not dead, so he swung the hatchet one after another until He Gelie's neck was cut off and his head left his body before sitting on his buttocks. Howling like a wolf on the ground.

Cheng Yunlai had discovered the largest yurt a long time ago, and he adopted a step-by-step tactic to eliminate the resistance in the surrounding yurts before encircling it.

When he rushed into the bloody yurt with a team of soldiers holding their shields, he found a bloody Xiang Chengliang shouting hysterically, and found two Han women crying with joy.

Sang Yu grinned happily. He knew that the yurt was a good thing. He seized a few and used it for camping, which was much more comfortable than a large cowhide tent. The yurt was not only strong and warm, but also had a remarkable service life.

Of course, this means that the yurt can only be built after camping for more than a few days. It is time-consuming and laborious to set up a temporary camp and there is no need for this.

He arranged for a few Tatar captives and Tatar women to dismantle the yurt, so that all the rescued Han Chinese could learn from it.

Sang Yu seems to want to bring back all the things of this small tribe, and he can do it completely, because in theory, the horses of the Tartars plus the means of transportation can move the supplies of the entire tribe.

Cheng Yunlai was in charge of collecting and seizing. The poor Karaqin Tartars, who had robbed the Ming Dynasty, were not what they used to be. In this small tribe, precious metals as high as 5000 taels of silver were confiscated.

(End of this chapter)