choke element

Chapter 210

Whether the Mongolian army retreats or not has nothing to do with the war slaves.

Now that the hundred households have issued the military order, as long as the war slaves desperately execute it, there will be mountains of swords and seas of fire in front of them, and they will have to go through it. As for other things, they should not consider it at all.

It was through fighting like this that money was not spent, and only then did he earn his status as a self-serving slave from the pile of corpses.When he reached his position, the next step, just a small favor from Naminfu, could make him Na Keer and achieve a huge leap in status.

But most war slaves still can't do this without spending money.After all, these slaves were the former Golden Army. Even though they were the elite selected from the captives, their confidence was completely based on the coercion and support of the Mongols behind.

As long as they are backed by the Mongols, they are the most ferocious hunting dogs and tireless killing weapons.But what if something happened to the Mongols?Their confidence, which is like an iron wall, will become fragile in an instant. With just one finger, it will collapse into the sea like an iceberg.

At this time, many people said that the Mongolian army had retreated, and many war slaves were immediately shaken.Someone was still slashing and killing ferociously one moment before, and hurriedly backed away the next moment.But just now they slammed into the rocks with smoke and fire, and now they wanted to retreat, but found that the road behind was blocked by a few new fireballs.

So they pushed and jostled each other in a chaotic mess, some impatiently ran directly into the field of fire caused by the fireball, a series of big blisters appeared on their faces and hands, and others followed suit with great joy.

In such fighting occasions, morale ebbs and flows.The Mongolian war slaves were a little discouraged, but Wen Qian shouted wildly and led the counterattack.

Needless to say, the officers and men of the Ding Navy.The militiamen are not suitable for such occasions of fighting head-on, but they have never seen the ferocity of the slaves before.Without waiting for Wen Qian's order, hundreds of people rushed forward, all raising their swords and guns.

At this time, if money is not spent, it is natural to lead people to resist desperately.But since the number of people around him is small, after all, he can't fight ten against one, and he was crushed back to the rocks in a blink of an eye.

As Wen Qian's troops moved forward desperately, their room for maneuver became smaller and smaller. In a blink of an eye, everyone was scarred and their armor was broken.And under such a fierce battle, people's physical strength consumption is even greater. Every moment, some people exhaust their physical strength, and the knives and guns in their hands are knocked away, and they lose their lives immediately.

And this kind of scene made the morale of the soldiers of the Ding Navy even higher. They began to rush forward, approached and fought with the Mongolian warriors, and even pushed the queue with temporarily bundled wooden shields, knocking several enemies to the rocks in the corner, and then slashed and killed.

Not long after, and I don't know which node was the first to be unable to resist, all the war slaves turned around and ran away.

Qian Buhua yelled twice, but no one paid any attention to him. He looked left and right to see the situation of Huga's troops, but he couldn't see where the giant yellow-haired man was.

He cursed a few words, and with all his strength, he smashed a pine torch held in his left hand to the enemy's face. The front end of the torch was broken, and a large group of sparks exploded immediately.The two soldiers in front of him retreated subconsciously, he threw the straight knife and ran back.

On the high place of the reef, someone threw stones down, smashing the heads of the war slaves, and the helmet that didn't cost money was also hit, and the whole nail leaf was sunken, and he felt a sharp pain in his head. Hot blood instantly flowed down the neck.

After rushing out of the reef group, it is directly on the slope.The war slaves broke down the defensive line of the Ding Navy here, but at this moment, they didn't even have the confidence to regroup, and everyone continued to retreat.

Most of the war slaves discarded their torches. At this time, they could only be illuminated by the stars and moonlight. Many people ran down the slope, their footsteps getting faster and faster. Some people uttered a loud cry, and then rolled down. Wire.

Qian Buhua spotted a route for the fireball to roll down, and ran wildly along the unextinguished flames on the ground, occasionally grabbing a bush to slow down the downward momentum.

Money does not cost you to be able to read and write. When I was in the Xia Kingdom in my early years, I used to read books and copied scriptures and laws for the nobles of the Dangxiang clan.But since he came to the Mongolian grassland, he forced himself to stop thinking about it.

He felt that only by turning into a non-thinking animal can he endure unbearable pain and survive in this hateful world.He did exactly that.

But now he couldn't help moaning.

He didn't understand why people's fate was so rough, why it was so difficult for a living person who only wanted to live like a dog and a horse.He firmly believes that the Mongols are invincible, and he thinks it is an unquestionable truth, so he is increasingly puzzled why there are always people who don't understand this truth, and are unwilling to simply die quickly and do a job that doesn't cost money.

At this time, the war slave who was running away with him let out a muffled grunt, was shot in the back of the head, and fell to the ground.Qian Buhua hurriedly lowered his body, turned his head and looked back, but at this moment, he stumbled on a rock under his feet, and the world was turned upside down in an instant.

The slope is not steep, so it was chosen by the Mongolian army as a flank breakthrough.But it was really uncomfortable to roll down like this.After three or five ups and downs, I feel dizzy if I don't spend money.

He didn't know how many times he rolled over before he stopped. He felt darkness in front of his eyes, pain everywhere in his body, and even less strength in his hands and feet, and he couldn't slow down for a long time.After waiting for half a quarter, the feeling of spinning around slowly disappeared.

He couldn't help groaning a few times, and then he heard the clattering of hooves and the panting of hounds.

That was Naminfu Baihu's horse, and his dog.

The hounds come first.The dog snorted and licked his face while pawing at the armor that didn't cost money.Probably the salty taste of blood and sweat satisfied the dog. It squatted down happily and continued to lick two more mouthfuls.

Hundreds of households are here to gather manpower!Losing once is nothing at all, you must attack again!

It doesn't cost money to get up and salute.

He wanted to tell his master loudly that he could still fight, and he would never fail like this next time.

Tried twice, it really doesn't work.

Every movement of getting up caused a sharp pain in the back like a twitch, and the gathered strength disappeared immediately.Because of the pain, he shed tears and his vision became more and more blurred.

Naminfu was riding a horse, lowered his head, and looked at Qian Buhua's pale face, broken armor, and obviously distorted posture.

Naminfu sighed inwardly.

He likes not spending money very much, and has always hoped that one day, he will be able to promote this clever guy so that he can be his own.But for the failure in front of him, someone must take responsibility, at least, all the war slaves must be severely punished, and let them know the consequences of withdrawing without authorization.

So he waved.

A Mongolian knight came up and swung his horse whip around Qian Buhua's right leg. The horse started, and Qian Buhua's body was dragged to the ground, bumping and dragging along the way.

As soon as his body moved, Qian Buhua felt his back hurt more and more. He couldn't help moaning, and tried to beg repeatedly in the few Mongolian words he knew.Obviously the Mongolian knight was very familiar with Qianbuhua, but he ignored it and continued to drag.

He felt something hard and long, maybe an arrow shaft, maybe a broken blade, embedded in his back.As it dragged, the outer end of the thing hit the ground repeatedly, and the inner end pierced deeper and deeper, gradually burning hot.

Wherever the money-free back dragged, blood flowed out a red road.

Naminfu looked at this scene with pity, and told his deputy, the ten-soldier Abul: "In the war slaves, all the ten-soldiers and above will be executed. Others, rest...well, rest with a leg of lamb and cover them." When the time is ripe, continue to attack!"

(End of this chapter)