"Bang bang...... Bang bang ......"

A dull sound sounded, and Hikten, who was standing there sluggishly waiting for death, found that several war horses that rushed in front of him fell in front of him instantly, and he looked at this qiē stupidly, not knowing what happened for a while.

A convoy of dozens of jeeps and trucks roared past Hikten's side, roaring towards the battlefield in the distance. A jeep pulled up beside Hikten, and Qiang Quansheng sat on his body and looked at the frightened half-grown child.

He smiled at the chief of staff behind him, "This is a little kid, he's not our indigenous militia, is he?" This kid's harpoon is pretty slippery! ”

"Judging by his attire, he seems to be an indigenous person from other tribes, and he is too young, looking at this age of fourteen or fifteen years old."

Qiang Quan Sheng smiled at Hikten: "Little guy, how old are you?" ”

Hickten couldn't understand what the man on the monster was saying to him, so he shook his head stupidly, and then nodded again, making the powerful win cry and laugh.

At this time, Hikten's platoon commander led a large group of indigenous cavalry to rush over, and when he saw the powerful car, he quickly jumped off his horse and ran over to salute a not-so-standard military salute, and then shouted: "Good chief! ”

This platoon commander is actually a senior indigenous militia member who belongs to the Far East, and he doesn't know who the power wins, but the one who can ride the car must be a big man, so he doesn't dare to slack off at all.

Qiang Quansheng sat in the car and returned a military salute, and said with a smile: "This little guy is very brave, and he plays Harpoon well, how old is he this year, so he came to fight." ”

"Report to the chief, he is fifteen years old, and he came for his father, and he wants to get some food for the family to survive the winter. The kid was brave and had already killed six Mongols. ”

Listening to the words of this indigenous militiaman, Qiang Quan Sheng and the people in the car laughed.

Qiang Quansheng glanced at Hikten, who was still stunned. Then he said to the platoon commander: "The little guy is on the battlefield for the first time, you should protect him a little bit, don't let him run around." After the battle, let him bring his family to our Far East. ”

After he finished speaking, he took a military dagger from his waist, threw it to Hikten, and then waved his hand, and the jeep roared on the accelerator and drove towards the battlefield in the distance.

The platoon commander saw the jeep drive away. walked over and slapped him, slapped him on the head, and scolded loudly: "You are looking for death, running so far alone, if the chief hadn't saved you, your little life would have been thrown here today." ”

The platoon commander slapped Hickten dizzy, and he woke up from his confusion, and then smiled innocently.

Seeing that Hickten was still laughing, the platoon leader scolded angrily: "You are laughing at a fart!" ”

After he finished speaking, he snatched the military dagger from Hikten's hand. Then he said enviously: "Paralyzed, your kid is so lucky, why can't Lao Tzu encounter such a good thing." Boy, how about I exchange a saber with you? ”

Hickten snatched the military dagger and hid it behind him, shaking his head vigorously. The platoon commander slapped him again angrily and glared at Hikten. Scolded and left.

Seeing that the platoon commander was gone, Hikten rubbed his head. He picked up the military dagger and looked at it carefully. I am so happy in my heart, this is a reward given to him by the leader of the Far Eastern tribe, and he will not be exchanged for killing him.

"Boy, what are you doing standing there stupidly, don't you get on your horse quickly, and another Mongol has come up. Do you still want to stand there and wait to die? ”

When Hikten heard the platoon commander's words, he hurriedly ran over, took a war horse from the platoon commander, stepped up, and followed the platoon commander to the Mongolian tribal cavalry in the distance.

The Eastern Army devoted almost all its strength to encircle and suppress the three westward migration teams of Zarat, Dulbert, and Golros. The main cavalry brigade of the Far East defeated the interception of tens of thousands of elite iron cavalry in a very short time. It caused a large-scale chaos among the three westward migration teams.

More than 100,000 herdsmen of Mongolian tribes abandoned their cattle, sheep and horses, and fled like crazy. The Mongolian herdsmen's cavalry was fierce and brave, but they could not let go of their hands and feet, and although they could ruthlessly abandon their cattle, sheep and horses, they could not abandon their families.

By the time they finally made up their minds to abandon their families and break out alone, all the cavalry forces of the Eastern Army had already arrived on the battlefield. The Eastern Far Eastern Army formed a joint encirclement of the three divisions of Zarat, Dulbert, and Golros, and the situation on the battlefield was firmly controlled by the Far East.

Three main cavalry brigades, six brigades of the indigenous militia of the Outer Northeast, units directly under the headquarters of the Eastern Group Army, a regiment of the field division, and a large number of young and strong indigenous people from the Outer Northeast, a total of more than 100,000 people rushed to the battlefield one after another.

The six huge airships in the air put tremendous pressure on all the Mongols, and in the face of the god-like airships, the Mongolian herdsmen also lost the courage to fight and escape. As some desperate Mongolian herders dismounted and surrendered, others gave up their resistance.

More than 20,000 Mongol corpses were left on the battlefield, most of them were three elite cavalry, the loss of the old and weak women and children was not large, the men protected the women, the old people protected the children, they knelt there silently waiting for the arrangement of fate, praying for the immortal heaven to bless them.

All the Mongols were nervous, after all, the war between the steppe tribes was very cruel, and they were afraid that the Far Eastern Company would kill men taller than wheels and turn women and children into slaves.

When the battlefield gradually calmed down, a large number of indigenous militia and young men from the Outer Northeast began to clean up the battlefield, collect prisoners, cattle and sheep, and the princes and nobles of the three tribes were imprisoned in solitary confinement, and women and children were also separated from men.

The whole process did not take place as imagined chaos, the surrendered Mongol tribesmen were silent, the steppe only recognized strength, they saw the strength of the Far Eastern Company, and they all had the courage to resist.

At such times, the first thing that comes to mind is often the people who survive and die generously, and they are never the heroes revered by the Mongols, only those who survive the humiliation are the real heroes.

The nomads of the north have been fighting against nature since they were born in a very harsh environment, and they have to survive every long winter, struggling to survive in the cold and snowstorms. It is not a shame to succumb to a strong enemy in the eyes of the Mongols, it is shameful to have mercy on the weak.

Qiang Quansheng and the heads of the various divisions of the Eastern Army stood on the grassland, and in the distance, the herds of cattle, sheep and horses that could not be seen slowly migrated southward, and the long line of Mongol captives slowly passed by them.

"Send a report to the headquarters of the group army that our Eastern Army Corps has eliminated the main forces of the three main forces of Zarat, Durbot, and Gollus in the grasslands west of the Nenjiang River, and the captured cattle, sheep, war horses, and other booty, the amount is huge, and it is impossible to count it at present, and more than 100,000 Mongolian tribesmen of the three divisions of Zarat, Durbot, and Golros have been killed, wounded, and captured." (To be continued......)

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