choke element

Chapter 480 Chaos

While Abul praised Huga's strength, the wrestling match continued.

Naminfu was not as energetic as his companions, so he called a Khitan war slave to come over and wipe his swords and guns. He chose a place close to the campfire, laid a felt blanket on the floor, put his head against the back of the hunting dog, and covered the corner of the felt blanket To his face, soon fell asleep.

This Mongolian army set off from the grassland a month and a half ago, arrived at Beijing Road more than ten days ago, and entered Liaodong without stopping.No matter who it is at this moment, their faces are dirty and their bodies are sour.Their felt blankets are usually stacked under the saddle, so there is a mixture of sweat, blood, excrement, and livestock smell, and ordinary people will inevitably cover their noses and vomit when they approach them.

But the Mongolians have long adapted.They graze and migrate in the grassland on weekdays. Many of them don't take a bath from birth to adulthood, and their hair is clumped and tied. They don't care, let alone just a little hard work in front of them?

However, fatigue is always inevitable.The characteristics of the Mongols' tenacity and resistance to war also come from their ability to take a break at any time no matter how harsh the environment is.So at the same time that Naminfu was snoring, many knights also fell asleep.

Suddenly, the hound stood up and barked wildly.

Naminfu woke up suddenly from sleep, rolled on the ground with one hand, looked around, saw the fire and smoke rising from the west, north, and south of the camp at the same time, and heard the sound of shouts getting closer and closer.He felt his heart beating violently, as if time stood still, but it quickly returned to normal.

"The enemy is attacking at night, and they are about to fight! You guys, hurry up and lead the horses! Everyone else, grab your bows and arrows!"

He yelled to the people around him, and then kicked the Khitan war slave beside him: "Get my bow and arrow and iron spear quickly!"

The Khitan war slave was probably panicking from hunger, so his hands and feet were limp. He was kicked by Naminfu and staggered, and he went towards the campfire with both hands and feet.

Naminfu didn't care about waiting for him, and rushed westward to the place where the killing sounds were the loudest, holding the short bone-eviscerating knife in his hand.

That's where the Wulachis raised their horses. Once the horses were restless, the chaos would become huge!

His judgment was correct, the enemy really went after the horses.

He had only run a dozen steps, and hundreds of horses in front of him were screaming and neighing wildly, trampling past, and some people were urging the horses again and again, throwing felt blankets and straw bales that were on fire everywhere.

In this gloomy weather, the snow particles will not fall. It is not easy to start a fire, but the smoke is always inevitable.In the middle of the night, surrounded by smog, one of Naminfu's eyes was wounded by a knife, and the eyelid was torn and could not be closed. Now that he was smoked by the smoke, he burst into tears and became dizzy.

He held the dagger tightly in his hand, and rushed forward quickly, trying to catch up the horses that hadn't fled, but he could only hear the rumble of hooves, passing by him continuously.

There was a Na Keer who yelled and followed closely behind Naminfu, but was slashed by the knight in the diagonal stab.

The blade followed the momentum of the horse galloping, how fierce it was, with this blade, half of Na Ke'er's body was cut open, he screamed, and rolled to the ground, all the viscera flowed out from the huge wound on his side.

Everyone is too scattered, if this continues, it will only become more and more chaotic!

Naminfu yelled: "Come to me! All of you form a team and go to..."

He wanted to say, go to the stables quickly, but the enemy set the fire with smoke in a premeditated manner. The smoke smoked into his throat, choking him to cough repeatedly, and he couldn't finish the second half of the sentence.

He tried his best to widen the other eye, and continued to run two steps forward.All of a sudden, another rider charged diagonally. The knight on horseback held a knife in one hand and a shield in the other. He only used his legs to control the bareback horse, and swung his knife to slash.

The long knife fell like lightning, and Naminfu had no time to dodge, so he held the handle of the short knife with both hands and locked it.With a loud bang, his dagger almost broke, and the violent impact force pressed down, causing severe pain in his wrist and shoulder at the same time, and he had to kneel down on one knee.

The moment he knelt on the ground, the knight with the sword and shield galloped past, and several other riders galloped past him.

Naminfu stared at the back of the sword and shield knight, estimated the direction, and threw the dagger vigorously.It was dark and foggy, and it was unknown whether the enemy had been killed or not.

When his hands were empty, he was a little dazed again.

It was obvious that the stables were finished, and the enemy had figured out where to come from!Today, the cavalry team in charge of scouting is so negligent, everyone should be beheaded!
But if you don't go to the stables, what should you do?Damn, where is my commander-in-chief?Isn't it time to blow the horn and gather the crowd to resist?
Just as he was thinking so, the sound of horn blowing sounded from several directions at the same time.

Naminfu turned his anger into joy: good, good, the commanders are ready to fight back!

The several thousand commanders under Jebe's department were all brave young men newly promoted by Genghis Khan, and they all had the experience of drinking the river together when Genghis Khan was defeated by Tuoli Khan and retreated from the Banjuni River.

This kind of young man with roots has a lot of opportunities to make meritorious deeds, and the speed of promotion is also fast, but his experience is indeed not as rich as that of veteran fighters like Na Minfu.

However, it only took Naminfu to run dozens of steps from the sudden encounter with the enemy, and their reaction speed was already very fast!The next step is to fight neatly, to tear the provocative enemy into pieces!
Naminfu turned around and ran back, intending to meet his commander in the camp.

Fortunately, after running a few steps, he bumped into a barking hound.Naminfu's Khitan slave, with a bow and arrow in one hand and an iron spear in the other, came following the hounds.

Naminfu praised him a few words, took all the weapons in his hands, and said: "When this battle is over, I will let you be my Zaragu!"

The so-called "Zhalawu" means self-serving slaves.Naminfu's original self-serving slave money was not spent after his death in Shandong. This quota has been vacant.

The Khitan nodded repeatedly, and stood behind Naminfu again.

Naminfu was about to shout at others again, when he suddenly felt that the shouts of killing in the camp were a bit strange.

No, that's not right, that's not shouting for killing, it's calling for those Khitan people!
They are saying that only killing the Mongols and not the Khitans is provocation!

Naminfu can't speak Chinese or Jurchen language, so when he heard the shouts of Han'er and Jurchen on the battlefield, they were just shouts of unknown meaning.But the Khitan language is quite close to the Mongolian language, and Naminfu can barely understand it.

He immediately grabbed the Khitan war slave in front of him and shouted loudly: "Let the Khitan people sit still! Those who sit still at this time will be rewarded afterwards!"

The Khitan war slave nodded repeatedly, took a deep breath, and was about to shout.

At this moment, the two saw Abuel wielding a knife at the same time, chopping down a Khitan man who was trying to escape.

"Every Khitan who surrenders to the enemy will die!"

Abul yelled loudly, and ran towards the Khitan camp not far away, where many people fled abruptly, and Huga and other subordinates also followed, waving long knives in their hands.Their actions aroused the simultaneous reaction of many Mongols, and some even shouted: "The Khitans are unreliable, kill them first, and then kill the enemy!"

Bad thing!
Naminfu felt a chill in his heart.

As the scale of the war continued to expand, more and more subordinate tribes were driven by the Mongols.When Genghis Khan went south this time, he mobilized soldiers and horses from several subordinate tribes such as Gaochang Uighur and Wang Gu, and also mobilized new subordinate troops from Khitan and Han'er from Mu Huali.

For these subordinate tribes, the Mongols regard them as dogs and horses.But how to manage them is unique.

Many of Naminfu's subordinates came from the subordinate tribes that Genghis Khan forced to surrender during his crusade against Xia, so he has a lot of experience in this regard.He knew that sometimes, extreme fear and high pressure had to be imposed; sometimes, they had to be given a little hope, a little hope.

This is like taming a dog, a whip and a meaty bone are indispensable.

Jebe did a good job.Because he himself was born in a subordinate tribe of the Chiwutai tribe of Mongolia, he naturally understood the mystery.After forcing the Khitans to fight each other, he immediately selected a centurion from among the victors and bestowed special honors on them. This was both appeasement and temptation.But now...

These Khitan people in front of them are just a temporary team after all. They were originally tribal people of Dinghai, and they lived in various villages according to Dinghai's orders. They took refuge in the Mongols for a day or two. , but not convinced, nor loyal to speak of!

When their old master calls, we can intimidate and win over, but we can't show any doubts about them.

But this idiot, Abel, actually let go of the murder?He has killed too many people, and his mind is confused!This will make the Khitan people collapse!
If all the Khitans fled, the loss would be greater than hundreds of horses!

(End of this chapter)