Cutting over the end of the Ming Dynasty: a dog-leg knife at the beginning

Chapter 173 Megatron Prairie

Not only is Xu Meng's stature unbelievably tall, but his voice is also terrifyingly loud. This roar was like a thunderclap. Yang Menglong, who was standing beside him, made him spit all over his face, and his eardrums were almost shattered. , staring at him, suffering unspeakably, I really want to stab him to death!However, the posture of the overlord holding the tripod is quite majestic... No, in the eyes of those Mongols, it is simply awe-inspiring!This loud shout shook the audience, and almost everyone turned their attention to him. Seeing the little prince being held up high by the god-like man like a rag doll, everyone was stunned for a moment. Then, the small coalition forces There was a huge cheer, and the soldiers of Khalkha were panicked and terrified!

Yang Menglong shouted angrily: "If you don't want him to die, put down your knife and surrender immediately, otherwise I will throw you to death and he will kill you all one by one!" He found that even if he tried his best, his voice was not half as loud as Xu Meng's, I was secretly depressed.

Xu Meng was full of energy: "Yes, if you don't surrender, I will beat him to death and then kill you all!"

Xue Siming shouted: "Put down your weapons!"

The soldiers of Wuyang Guard yelled in unison: "Put down your weapons!"

The morale of the small coalition forces was greatly boosted, and they shouted wildly: "Put down your weapons!"

The Khalkha cavalry looked at each other and turned their eyes to the officers, but they saw the same pale faces.The prairie has never been a reasonable place. The law of the jungle is the eternal law of this land. They robbed and killed people from the beginning, and people from all small groups died in their hands. If they surrendered to the small coalition forces, there would be absolutely no If you eat good fruit, it is not easy to be demoted as a shepherd to do the hardest and most tiring work. If you don't do it, you will be beheaded on the spot, leaving no one behind!But if they don't surrender, the little prince's life will be [-]% lost. Even if they can escape the chasing and killing of the small coalition forces and run back, the patriarch will not let them go. In the end, they are still dead!What can I do?Many people even greeted the girls of Boyan's little prince's family in their hearts. It was this idiot who relied on his strength and strength to lead them to rob, but he didn't get what he wanted. Instead, he was furiously fucked by a small coalition army. What's wrong with this idiot? don't die!
These Khalkha cavalry seem to have forgotten that they were the ones who got the most joy just now...

Duo Sang raised his horizontal knife and said sullenly, "What are you still dawdling about? Do you still expect to be able to escape? Put down your weapons and surrender immediately, or your head will fall to the ground!"

A ten-officer looked at the murderous small coalition forces, and then at the Wuyang guard officers and soldiers who were aiming at them with crossbows in a neat line. He knew that this time he was completely defeated. He sighed and let go of his hands. The saber in his hand, which was covered in blood and had many gaps, was thrown to the ground.It would be easier if someone took the lead. Sabers, bows, and spears were thrown to the ground one after another. Those bloody soldiers got off their horses with expressions of frustration, squatted on the ground with their heads in their hands, and waited. Lost.A small coalition army swarmed up, some confiscated their weapons, and some took out straw ropes and tied up half-captives to take them away from the battlefield. They moved quickly and professionally, obviously they did not do this kind of thing less.Yang Menglong counted, and there were actually more than 200 prisoners. That is to say, the Khalkha tribe lost half of their troops in this battle. Such casualties are quite scary.On the contrary, the Wuyang Guard, the number one sufferer of the Khalkha tribe, suffered very slight losses. Only more than 20 people were injured, most of them were minor injuries, which is a bit lucky.This further confirmed his inner thoughts: in front of the ready crossbow array, the so-called "riding and shooting" can only be abused!

The small coalition army that had won a big victory cheered loudly, throwing their hats high, and their joy was beyond words, but the several patriarchs were frowning, as if they were the ones who lost.They walked through the cheering subordinates and came to Yang Menglong's side. The first thing they did was to see if the little prince Boyan was dead.Fortunately, although the little prince Boyan broke a leg, he looked very embarrassed, but he didn't die, so they breathed a sigh of relief.Yang Menglong said cheerfully: "Congratulations, you have finally won a big victory."

Those patriarchs looked at each other and smiled, but the smile was uglier than crying.

Yang Menglong was upset: "I said, what are you doing? Everyone is crying, and accidentally thought you were the one who lost!"

The wrinkles on the Chalun patriarch's face deepened, and his expression was bitter: "My lord, I don't know, although we won this battle, but...but..." He couldn't continue, shook his head, and let out a sigh.

The head of the Dongge tribe said with a mournful face: "It is better to lose this battle! If we lose, we only lose a little money and people, but now that we have killed so many of them, the Khalkha tribe will definitely not let it go. They will retaliate, slaughter our young, take our herds and women, kill our children who are taller than a wheel, and turn our tribe into a deathbed full of bones and vultures circling!"

Yang Menglong was a little surprised: "Is the Khalkha tribe so strong?"

The patriarchs nodded one after another: "The Khalkha tribe has thousands of fierce fighters. It's too scary. We are no match for them!"

Yang Menglong was a little disappointed: "There are only a thousand people?" Pointing to the dead bodies on the ground and the captives with their hands tied: "How many of them are there?"

The patriarch of the Dongge tribe was not bad at arithmetic, so he quickly gave the answer: "There are nearly 500 people, right?"

Yang Menglong cursed: "By the way, they have thousands of fierce fighters, but you have killed nearly half of them now, are you still afraid of him? According to my surname, if the Khalkha swallows this breath, it will be fine." Now, if they dare to continue stabbing, I will take advantage of his illness to kill him and kill them!"

"Take advantage of his illness to kill him..." The patriarchs looked at each other, and a green light like will-o'-the-wisp burst out of their eyes.That's right, they have eaten nearly half of the combatable soldiers of the Khalkha tribe, so what are they afraid of?If they still don't know how to unite and use the hostages on hand to hit the Khalkha people with a large sum, or even attack the Khalkha tribe to seize their people Ding Muqun, then they are really stupid!
Duo Sang ran over to the Chalun patriarch for instructions: "Patriarch, the captives have been counted. There are 270 and six prisoners in total. How should we deal with them?"

Patriarch Chalun said: "Kill them all!"

Duosang was startled: "Kill them all? This...doesn't this mean we will have a blood feud with the Khalkha tribe?"

The Chalun patriarch gritted his teeth and said, "We have already formed a blood feud with them. If we don't kill the captives, can we still support them? We don't have so much food!"

Duo Sang no longer said: "Okay, I'll do it right away!" He ran over to give orders to the soldiers of Burqin's department. Knocked down, and then swung the scimitar, twenty heads fell to the ground at the same time, the scene was very bloody.The captives immediately understood the doom they were about to suffer. They were so terrified that they struggled and cursed desperately, but to no avail. Their hands were tied, and they couldn't break free no matter how hard they struggled. head.

Every time a batch was cut down, the soldiers of the small coalition army raised their arms and shouted, smiling all over their faces, and even put bloody human heads on the spear points and waved them around. Yang Menglong almost vomited when he saw it...

Soon, more than 200 captives were killed, and the small coalition forces chopped off all the heads of the Khalkha soldiers who died in the battle. Sending it to the chief of the Khalkha tribe, the barbarism and bloodthirsty of the grassland people are fully displayed at this moment.

Everyone divided up the war horses that had been taken from the Khalkha soldiers. As the person who contributed the most in this battle, Yang Menglong was given two hundred horses. The guy smiled brightly and looked at this large group of war horses. He smiled from ear to ear and kept saying: "As expected, it's more efficient to rob. It's more efficient to rob!" Isn't that right? He bought the goods and traveled thousands of miles to get them. He suffered a lot and spent a lot of effort to get them. There are more than 200 war horses, and now they have snatched [-] horses in just one battle. The efficiency is really incomparable!

As for swords, spears, bows and arrows, Yang Menglong didn't like them at all, and left them all to the small ministries.This made the small groups very happy. The grassland lacks iron. These weapons are rubbish in the eyes of Wuyang Guards, but they are treasures in their eyes, and they are very happy to grab them.Alright, now it's time to share the most precious spoils——

"Sir," Chief Chalun pointed at the little prince Boyan who was still in a coma, "Can you please hand this little prince over to us? We are willing to exchange fifty war horses for him!"

Yang Menglong was puzzled: "Exchange him with fifty war horses? What are you trying to do?"

The head of the Dongge tribe said: "With so many people dead, the Khalkha tribe will definitely not let it go, they will definitely report revenge, and the little prince Boyan is Chierman's beloved son. With him in hand, Chierman I will definitely be a little bit jealous... He is really important to us! If the son is too small, we...we..." His eyes swept over the panting horses, revealing a painful expression like cutting flesh: "We are willing to use One hundred war horses in exchange!"

Yang Menglong said straightforwardly: "One hundred war horses? Deal!" I couldn't help laughing, grandma, this living treasure is worth a hundred war horses?It's not in vain for his hard work!Xue Siming, Zhong Ning and the others were all smiling, and quickly selected a hundred horses to drive over, and then handed the little prince Boyan to the heads of the various clans, and then... drove the horses and ran away immediately, the action was amazing. Hurry up, the patriarchs are very upset when they see it... I wonder if it is too much to exchange a hundred horses for the little prince.But after thinking about it, anyway, this horse belongs to Khalkha people, they are showing generosity to others, there is no need to feel sorry for it!Thinking about it this way made me feel better.

All of a sudden, there were a hundred more war horses, and Yang Menglong couldn't stop laughing from ear to ear.After this trip, he got [-] war horses without spending much money, which is really a big profit!
He has made a lot of money, but Khalkha, Burqin, Dongge and other departments are miserable. Because of this guy, the relationship between them has deteriorated sharply. A fierce battle is inevitable, and the prairie is about to bleed into rivers!
General Yang, you are really a qualified broom star!
(End of this chapter)