The Tatars are so hated! These Ming troops don't even want the most basic battlefield principles! They actually shot at the unarmed Tatars! At this time, the Tartars collectively forgot that when they fought with the Ming army, they were never polite to the wounded of the Ming army. As long as they found the wounded of the Ming army, they would basically make up for it. Many times, they also took pleasure in ravaging and destroying the wounded of the Ming army.

As for the unarmed people of the Ming Kingdom, how many people died at their hands, and how many people were taken back as slaves by them, they all chose to forget. As for the poor defenseless women, how many were defiled and killed by them, how many were defiled by them and snatched back to vent their animal desires, and how many beautiful women were snatched back by them and sacrificed to their own heads, they have all forgotten.

However, when their own people were also abused by the Ming army, they felt deep pain. This is a pain that penetrates deep into the bone marrow and cannot be relieved. Even if you tear off your scalp and scratch your throat, you can't get rid of the pain. Seeing their companions suffering in pain on the battlefield, they just had no way to rescue them, and they felt their incompetence and the horror of the Ming army on the other side.

How long did the Tatars not feel that the Ming army turned out to be so terrible? It is estimated that few Tatars remember. The Battle of Yuerhai is estimated to be the biggest pain of the Mengyuan Empire. Under the frantic attack of the Ming army, they lost the flowers and rivers of the Central Plains, lost the last belongings, and were embarrassed. At that time, the Tatars could definitely feel the pain brought to them by the Ming army. At that time, the Ming army was terrible and invincible. In front of the soldiers of the Ming army, they trembled and were silent.

But, decades later, in the Civil Fort, they vented this pain. They captured the emperor of the Ming Kingdom in the first battle, and almost took the capital of the Ming Kingdom. In the Battle of Tumubao, they were ashamed of the Battle of Fishing Erhai. Since the Tumu Fort, the Ming army was no longer a threat in the eyes of the Tatars. They can only defend passively and never have the ability to take the initiative to attack. Other words. They only have to be bullied.

Unexpectedly, after bullying the Ming army for nearly two hundred years, they were actually bullied by the Ming army again. It is inconceivable that two and a half Tatar cavalry thousand-man troops, attacking the Ming army, which had only a few hundred men, actually suffered such heavy losses. What's even more incredible is that the commander of the Ming army is so perverted that he doesn't save his wounded for the Tatars! The person who can make such a decision on the battlefield either has a deep hatred for the Tatars, a deep hatred for the sea of blood, or a demon, an unimaginable demon!

On a wolf-like battlefield, there were at least three or four hundred Tatar wounded. If these wounded people are not rescued in time, the final result will definitely be a life. Without help, they will never survive this cold winter night. The Tatars already had a lot of dead people, and if all these wounded were also dead, the loss would have been even greater. Such a loss is absolutely unaffordable for them.

Don't look at the Tatar cavalry, which usually come and go like the wind, flying and domineering, as if no one can help them. In fact, they are also quite vulnerable. Their greatest vulnerability lies in their demographics. All nomads are soldiers. Of course, this people does not include women, children and the elderly. As long as they are men of the right age, they must all go to the battlefield to fight. No one is an exception.

A full team of 1,000 people actually includes all men over the age of 15 and under the age of 50. Among them, the most capable of fighting is definitely the age group of eighteen to thirty years old. Tartars usually fight, and it is the Tartars of this age who rush the most fiercely. Especially the Tartars, who are about twenty years old, are the most fearless of death. However, they are also the ones with the highest mortality rates. In the battle just now, the casualties of the two thousand troops were mainly concentrated in this age group.

What will be the impact of almost all casualties in this age group? From the perspective of combat, the combat effectiveness of this thousand-man team will definitely plummet. Without these most desperate guys, the other Tartars would not have been able to rush so bravely. The old and the young, how can they fight? From the perspective of the breeding population, without this age group, the tribal population will seriously lack the essence. In the long run, it is absolutely fatal.

"Chaoluomen, what should we do?" The two commanders came to Gugrad's side and asked helplessly. In Mongolian, "Chaoluomen" means Li Xingxing, which is what the Han people call the Morning Star. They use this title to show their respect for Gugrad, and at the same time, they also hope that Gugrad is really a rising star and can find a bright path for them. If the wounded are not rescued in time, the consequences will be unimaginable.

"Send people to negotiate with the Ming army and ask for permission to evacuate our wounded. You tell them that we are willing to give a certain amount of compensation to show our sincerity. "At this time, there is no better way for Daystar. He could only think of a way to atone for his sins, to buy back his wounded with money. With his surname, it is indeed painful to say such a thing. He Gugrad never thought that he would actually have a day to beg the Ming army! But he couldn't help but plead. Three or four hundred appointments are all in the hands of the Ming army!

Of course, he knew very well that without the permission of the Ming army, his subordinates could only be frozen to death if they were wounded. He can't even delay, he can't use any delaying tactics. Because, in just one night, his wounded subordinates will all be finished. Seeing that the evening is coming, the night at the end of October, the chill is already thick. Those wounded, if they are not helped, will definitely not be able to support a cold night.

Soon, a Tatar cavalryman with a white flag came to the camp of the white-clothed army and explained his intentions. The Tatars were willing to exchange three horses for one wounded. If three horses were not good, the Tatars were willing to exchange four or even five horses. As long as the Ming army agreed to the Tatar request, everything was negotiable. If the Ming army needed gold, silver and jewelry, the Tatars would have found a way to raise it. The only requirement was to take the wounded Tatars away first.

"No! I don't want your horses, nor your gold, silver, and jewelry! No matter what it costs you, it is impossible to take them away! They must die! However, the Tatar request was ruthlessly rejected by Xu Xingxia. He was going to freeze the Tartar wounded to death. Paralyzed, don't think that only you Tatars are cold and cruel, Lao Tzu is cold and cruel, you all have to tremble!

The situation in Guge is completely different from that of Mo Yuegen at the beginning. Mo Yuegen was going to continue to attack Ningxia Town, and Xu Xingxia left him with a large number of wounded, just to contain his vital strength, so that he dragged a heavy burden and did not move so freely. However, Gugler is already a dead dog, and there is no need for him to bother so much, just send Gugler and his people to hell directly. As long as he can kill the Tatars, he will not care about benevolence and morality...... In other words, have the Tatars talked about benevolence, righteousness and morality?

"Huza!"

"Damn Huza!"

"You must kill this vicious Huza!"

After getting Xu Xingxia's reply, Gugeler was about to go berserk.

He swore that he had never met such a cruel and ruthless Han man! Three or four hundred wounded were frozen to death like this! This damn Xu Xingxia, he actually did it! This is no longer ruthless and cruel, this is simply perverted! I went south this time, how did I encounter such a pervert! No wonder even Mo Yuegen returned with a feather!

"Find a way to continue communicating with the other person and ask them for their consent. As long as we can drag the wounded back, no matter what the cost, we can accept it. Gugler said with a slow pain. He felt as if such words were not coming from his own mouth. As the number two person in the Hellergin tribe, it was unprecedented, for him to plead with the other party in such a low voice. He felt humiliated to the point of suicide.

Soon, another Tatar cavalryman with a white flag arrived at the barracks of the White Army with a request from Gugrad. As a result, his request was rejected by Xu Xingxia again. Xu Xingxia was determined this time, and would never give Gugele any chance to snatch the wounded back. He was going to freeze the wounded Tatars to death! He just wants to let the Tatars understand that his nickname Xu Lao Mo is definitely not in vain! If you dare to provoke me, I will dare you to walk around without eating! Lao Tzu didn't have the ability to be Sun Bin, so he had to do it for nothing!

There was no way, the Tatar cavalry messenger had to go back and tell Gugrad the truth. There was no doubt that the surrounding Tartar leaders all jumped into a rage. This damn Old Demon Xu is simply a real devil! They have greeted all the eighteen generations of Xu Laomo's ancestors. However, apart from being angry, they had no way to greet Old Demon Xu's relatives. Old Demon Xu is so arrogant, what can they do?

"Find a way to send someone to snatch the wounded back!" Gugler said smugly.

It is absolutely impossible to leave those wounded alone on the battlefield. As soon as night falls, they're all doomed. Since Xu Xingxia refused to let go, they could only do it secretly. After a short period of deliberation, the Tatars decided to send a small number of stragglers to the battlefield to test the reaction of the Ming army. In the battle just now, they also found that as long as it is a sporadic candidate, the chance of being hit is relatively small.

"My lord, the Tatars are coming up again." Liu Heng Xu Xingxia reported.

"Shoot!" Xu Xingxia waved his hand without thinking, as if to get rid of the pesky flies.

"Bang bang bang!" Fierce gunfire soon rang out. Since there was Xu Xingxia's order, the soldiers of the white-clothed army, of course, would not be polite, and did not hesitate to pour Minnie into the tartar. Anyway, they carried a lot of mini bullets, and it didn't matter if they were extravagant and wasteful. Even if it's a hundred mini bombs, in exchange for a tartar, that's a lucrative business.

Some of the white-clothed sergeants who were interested in shooting were particularly active at this time. They stared intently at the quietly moving Tartar in the distance, carefully measuring the distance and angle of the shot, hoping to shoot the opponent with a single shot. If you don't hit the first shot, it doesn't matter, you can learn from the experience and start the second shot.

Although the rifling process of the moon gun is not very perfect, although the concept of a sniper, has not yet appeared. However, they have subconsciously understood the basic principles of sniping and have begun to pursue the realm of one-shot death. Of course, it is not easy to do this. In the initial stage, three shots can hit one, which is already very powerful. However, as long as you put your mind to it, there is always a chance. Most sharpshooters are fed bullets.

Under the musket fire of the white-clothed soldiers, the Tartars, who tried to drag the wounded back, had to lie on the ground and move forward little by little. If their body is lifted too high, they can easily get hit. In fact, even if they are lying on the ground, occasionally, they will be hit. Even if they were not hit, the Mini bullets that whizzed past them posed a mortal threat to them, so that they did not dare to make a big move at all.

Such a cautious action had little effect on saving the wounded. It is already very difficult for them to find their companions who are still alive, let alone to take them out of the battlefield. On the contrary, it is faster to hit the road with a companion. A Tartar tried to get close to a living companion not far away under the cover of his companion's corpse, but just as he tried to flip over his companion's corpse, a Mini bullet flew and hit him directly in the head. As a result, he became a corpse on the chaotic battlefield.

This Mini bullet was purely a blind cat hitting a dead mouse, and it hit this sad tartar just right. It seems that such a situation is really too common to appear on the battlefield. No Tartar can accurately predict whether his next move will be hit. No Tartar can accurately predict that he will be safe and sound if he lies on the ground like this. The Mini bullets that are fired everywhere are indeed terrifying.

After being busy for a long time, not a single wounded person was pulled back, but dozens of Tartars were lost, and the people around Gugrad couldn't stand it. They decided that they were going to give up the wounded. For the sake of those wounded, it is not worth it to take more people in. The muskets of the Ming army are so powerful, they continue like this, I am afraid that they will be wiped out.

(To be continued)