Father can be an enemy to the country

At night, it snowed heavily.

A blazing bonfire was lit in the courtyard of Chagan Mulun's Thousand Households, and the Mongolian cooks began to cook that day's dinner.

They stuck the whole sheep up with thick red willow branches and roasted it over the fire. But one sheep is definitely not enough for two or three hundred people, and no one can stand eating barbecue all day long.

So the chef cut the beef and mutton into small pieces, as well as various livestock offal, beef and mutton bones, plus mountain leek flowers, Zamon flowers and other wild grassland spices, and put them into the pot to stew them together.

It's just that the pot they use is rather unique. It's neither iron nor copper, but a leather pot made of a whole cowhide. It's not that the meat stewed in this way is particularly fragrant, but that their only iron pot leaked two months ago, and since then they have had to use leather pots instead.

But the leather pot must not be placed on the fire. In order to eat some cooked food, the Mongols first filled the leather pot with water, then pulled the red-hot stones from the fire and threw them into the leather pot to heat. As long as the stones are hot enough, they can indeed boil water. But if you want to cook the meat thoroughly, don't even think about it.

As a result, the half-cooked beef and mutton still sizzled with blood after taking one bite...

Chito Usagi only took one bite, then put down the wooden bowl and cursed depressedly: "I always eat half-cooked food like this. Now my appetite is completely ruined. I feel like vomiting when I eat it."

"Oh, who says it's not the case." The deputy Chito Raito on the side picked out the meat from the bowl and carefully cut off the cooked parts with a knife, while cursing: "Half the people in this camp can't stand it. We’re back to Gyeongju, but this bastard still refuses to give us another pot.”

"It's not that he didn't want to give it, he just wanted a bribe. I asked his son Bu Lanxi to come here." Ajitu said angrily: "In the end, that guy actually asked me for a hundred sheep before he would give me a pot."

"This is blackmail! He should have rationed it to us!" Lai Tu said angrily, gritting his teeth: "If we were allowed to trade with the Han people, two cows could be exchanged for a pot! As a result, they neither allowed us to trade with the Han people nor rationed it to us. , why?”

"The reason is to sell you a hundred sheep for a pot." Ajitu spat fiercely: "They can't suck the bone marrow of the Han people now, so they will suck our bone marrow!"

"Damn it!" Lai Tu slammed the knife into the wooden board and cursed: "When spring comes, we will go south and work as dogs for the Han people. We will always have something to use!"

"Shh, keep your voice down..." Azuchi glared at him and said harshly in a low voice: "If someone gets in Guolai's ears and arrests you, how can you go south?"

"I have a lot of ideas!" Lai Tu also knew that what A Zhi Tu said was right, but he couldn't keep it off his face and kept yelling stubbornly.

Before he finished speaking, he heard loud and frightened shouts outside, followed by shouts of death, screams, and the sound of weapons clashing.

There was a buzzing sound in their heads, and they quickly grabbed the knives and rushed out of the tent to check.

Then he saw that it was already a mess outside, with Ming troops appearing from nowhere and fighting with his own men everywhere.

The Mongolians were all eating and were not mentally prepared at all. No one expected that the Ming army would attack at this time, and they were stunned by the sudden blow. Many people were stabbed to the ground by the Ming army's spears before they even had time to grab their weapons.

But those who had weapons had no good harvest. There were too many Ming troops, pouring in from all directions, attacking everyone at sight like tigers down the mountain. A Mongolian soldier often has to face three or four Ming troops. How can he survive this? He was beheaded on the spot as soon as they met...

The Mongolian soldiers were unable to resist almost instantly and ran away with their heads in their hands.

Seeing this, Ajitu didn't think much and quickly ordered: "Quick, light the fire and call the police!"

Lai Tu seemed not to hear, standing there not knowing what he was thinking.

"Get out of the way!" Ajitu had no choice but to pick up the torch and rush towards the pile of firewood in the center of the camp.

The firewood was mixed with a large piece of grease, and when it was lit, the fire shot up into the sky. When the defenders on top of Gyeongju City saw it, they knew that the enemy was coming.

Unexpectedly, as soon as Ajitu rushed to the firewood pile and raised the torch to light it, he heard intensive gunfire from behind him. His back, head and thighs were hit by five or six bullets at the same time. , without even making a sound, he suddenly fell to the ground and dropped the torch next to the firewood pile.

Several Ming soldiers came over with still-smoking firecrackers and kicked off the torches. Then, one Ming soldier used the tip of the other end of the firecracker to stab A-Rabbit hard in the neck. After finishing the last hit, he stayed by the fire to prevent anyone from approaching again.

At this time, the rest of the Ming army also rushed in front of Lai Tu, but before they had time to take action, Lai Tu had already surrendered on his hands and knees.

After the general died and surrendered, the Mongolian army completely lost the will to resist, and they all followed suit and knelt down to surrender.

There were also those who wanted to escape in the dark, but most of them were stopped by the Ming army. Only a few lucky ones escaped the Ming army's search and escaped from the camp over the wall.

Unexpectedly, as soon as they landed, they saw countless Ming troops forming an airtight defense line outside the camp, waiting for them...

~~

When Lan Yu walked into the Qianhusuo military camp, the battle was over.

Zhao Yong came over excitedly to express his merit: "How is it? You did a pretty good job, right?"

"Beautiful, but eight of them ran away." Lan Yu said angrily: "I asked you to try not to let her go."

"There's nothing we can do about it. If you're just trying to make a fool of yourself, there will inevitably be fish that slip through the net." Zhao Yong smiled coquettishly, then asked emphatically:

"Didn't you run away?"

"No, I captured him." Lan Yu said lightly: "Are Qianhu here still alive?"

"Qianhu wanted to light a fire, but the brothers had no choice but to kill him." Zhao Yong quickly replied: "But Deputy Qianhu surrendered and his attitude was very good."

"Oh? Bring him here." Lan Yu ordered.

When Lai Tu tied his hands behind his back and pressed him in front of Lan Yu, he was sitting by the bonfire in the courtyard. He used a knife to cut off a piece of meat from the roasted lamb and dipped it in the salt bag he carried. Once dipped in it, you will eat it with gusto.

"Don't you want to surrender? Tell our general!" Zhao Yong scolded Lai Tu, and sat next to Lan Yu, eating slices of meat from the roasted lamb. While eating, he was full of praise: "The sheep on this grassland are much more delicious than the sheep in Huaixi."

"Yes." Lai Tu nodded quickly. He spoke Shandong dialect and was obviously a Mongolian who had returned to the grassland from the pass.

"Why do you want to surrender?" Lan Yu asked.

"I feel sick after eating roast mutton every day..." Lai Tu answered honestly.

"Fuck..." Lan Yu suddenly lost her appetite.

"Are you looking for death?!" Zhao Yong glared at Lai Tu and said, "Didn't you see us eating here? Why are you so clever?!"