Reborn Regent of Ming Dynasty

Chapter Three Hundred and Seven

"Are you speaking human language?"

Zhang Deqi was furious when he heard this, and couldn't help but stepped forward.

"Don't pay attention to this guy, he's drunk too much." Li Xin quickly winked at Zhang Deqi, but said the words to the little officer at the head of the city.

At this time, the soldiers on the top of the wall were also gathered behind the officer, all of them were grinning ferociously, and their expressions were quite unfriendly. [

"Forget it, the two of them are famous people, let them go."

At this time, the Qing army was approaching, and the military officer defending the city was also sweating profusely, so he let Li Xin and Zhang Deqi go.

At this time, the people on the edge of the city were still begging, and the Qing soldiers behind came leisurely on horseback. When they were fifty or sixty paces away, they drew their bows and arrows, and the arrows flew like locusts. In no time, dozens of people who begged to enter the city were all shot down.

Looking at the people who were shot in the back at the city gate, the faces of the people on the top of the city were all ugly, and everyone was lying under the battlements, only daring to look down with a little gaze.

"This is a northern prisoner, not an eastern prisoner."

Zhang Deqi was well-informed, and he could tell at a glance that the Tatar soldiers below were not the Eastern captives, but the Northern captives Mongols.

Li Xin also nodded and said: "That's right, wearing a round cap, with loose braids on the back of his head, not a small braid, what he shot just now was a short and soft riding bow, not a long step bow, this is a northern prisoner."

When they got closer, the two became even more sure that this team was Mongolian cavalry.They were all wearing leather jackets, no armor, round felt hats, some were holding long guns, some were Sulu Ding, and many were holding heavy weapons such as maces.

The quality of weapons varies from good to bad, but most of them are ordinary goods.

Most of them wear short bows, only a few of them. They carry two kinds of bows and arrows, short bows and long bows on their backs, and they also wear soft armor with foam nails. It seems that they are the elite or low-level leaders of the Mongolian soldiers.

At this time, these Mongolian soldiers were besieging the city and riding, not caring whether the city would shoot arrows or smash things down. Their faces were full of flesh, their eyes were full of violence, and their clothes and braids were full of Seeing the shiny oil stains, Zhang Deqi still had the heart to make a joke: "It's strange that people say that the northern prisoner never took a bath from birth to death, and now seeing this appearance, I believe that people will not deceive me. "

Everyone couldn't help but burst into laughter after hearing it at first glance.

At this time, there was still laughter. The Mongolian soldiers under the city wall felt strange, and many of them raised their eyes to look at the top of the city.There was a fierce gleam in their eyes, which was so obvious that the laughing people who were frightened all turned their eyes away again, not daring to look at these tartars at all.

Seeing such a situation, these Mongols were very proud, and they babbled a lot under the city, but it was only in the language of the Tartars, and the people in the city could not understand what they were saying.

After a long time, a few more rides came from afar.

This time, everyone was wearing a bronze cherry helmet, with a pointed pillar on the top of the helmet, which pierced the sky, which was very conspicuous.

Under the copper helmets, they were all wearing foam studded cotton armor, double-breasted, and long armor skirts, which also covered their legs.One or two of them have flags on their backs, and the armor on their bodies is not a cotton armor with nail leaves inlaid inside, but a serious iron armor with nail leaves connected.

"This is Zhuang Nida, which is their specialty."