I am one year older than Chongzhen

Chapter 36
Qiding Butoha was lucky. He led sixteen armored soldiers holding leather shields and easily entered the cart formation with almost no resistance.

At this time, everyone screamed and rushed in Huang Yi's direction.

Because the shouts and killings are loud here.

Because it's too bright here.

It was a rocket that ignited two wagons loaded with hay, and the fire was raging. The old and weak women and children hiding nearby had no means to put out the fire, so they had to push the other wagons farther away.

The Jiannu Tartars could see it, and so could the resisters.

As a result, bows and arrows, spears, throwing axes, and even stones flew and smashed randomly, Jiannu and Tartars were aroused to kill anyone they saw, and resisters who refused to lead their necks to be slaughtered were fighting for their lives.

The scuffle continues, kill, kill, keep killing!
Huang Yi didn't know how many enemies he cut down, nor how many of his own people died, let alone how many blows he suffered, only felt that the number of enemies seemed to be decreasing.

I feel pain everywhere.

Fortunately, the strength is still there, and he can still fight.

Huang Yi, who has been shot by feather arrows, stabbed by guns, and hacked several times, has stab-proof clothing, military helmets, goggles, and bulletproof vests to protect him from injuries and blood.

The red-eyed man was so excited that he felt invincible for a moment!

After cutting down a Tartar in front of him to the ground, he couldn't see any enemies for a while and shouted again: "Where are there Tartars and Jiannu? I haven't killed enough!"

That's how people are. At the beginning, Huang Yi was thinking about how to shoot cold arrows to kill the enemy.

The face-to-face fight started, and after a while, I was stimulated by the soaring blood, and my reason ran away without a trace. At this moment, I was crazy and only wanted to chop off the enemy's head.

"The little ones are looking too!" came Huang Dazhi's voice.

Huang Yi asked, "How many people do we have?"

"I don't know!" Huang Dayong replied.

"Master, come quickly, there are two enemies running out here!" Huang Daquan shouted.

Want to run after killing someone?How can it be so cheap?Huang Yi shouted loudly:
"Chasing, you have to save your life, and don't let anyone go."

Huang Dapeng handed over Huang Yi's crossbow and said, "Master, your crossbow."

Huang Yi took it and looked at it, and found that the crossbow had been wound and loaded. He praised:
"Well done, you will follow me and help me get the equipment from now on!"

Huang Dapeng happily agreed: "I obey!"

"We won, we won!" Huang Dazhi felt that running and chasing was not enough, and said loudly: "Dayong, Amu Guleng, Agudamu, let's all get on our horses and charge, trying to get more horses."

The winner and loser were already divided, and it was indeed time for the remaining brave man to chase after the poor bandits. Huang Yi gave an order: "Anyone who can ride a horse will follow me!"

Huang Yi has been rampaging in the formation of carts, like killing a god.

There may have been more than 500 teenagers, old men and women who saw Huang Yi screaming and fighting with his own eyes.

He is the courage of everyone, and his voice has become the stimulant at this time!

Hearing Huang Yi yelling, although most people couldn't understand, and even though the place was in a mess, everyone knew that they had won the battle and the enemy had fled.

Everyone dared to beat a dog in the water, and immediately no less than forty young men and old men ran to lead the horses.

The women, the elderly and the weak were also aroused to be fierce. Several Tartars who were seriously injured and still alive became the targets of venting their anger, and they were almost torn apart, which directly resulted in no prisoners.

The reason why Huang Yi ordered to continue the pursuit was not to expand the results of the battle, but to capture as many horses and equipment as possible.

The enemy's war horses must be kept under guard, but the seven or eight people left behind are all wounded, and none of them are slightly injured.

Oh!No, there is one person who is not wounded, he is Ahazhangdong of Yabahai.

Agudamu, Amu Guleng, Huang Dayong, etc. dozens of riders rushed forward, and the men left behind by Yabahai basically had no combat effectiveness. They all fled when they heard the sound of horseshoes.

Huang Yi originally took the lead and staged a show of taking the lead.

It's just that his riding skills are a bit poor, and with the gratitude of Agudamu and Huang Dayong, they deliberately drove forward to block Huang Yi.

So Huang Yi ran last.

Knowing his own self, he decided not to pursue, and immediately called Huang Dayong and Huang Dazhi to stop, and let Agudamu, two dozen Mongolian teenagers, and seventeen or eighteen old knights chase after him.

Those who could run ran away, and there were only eight or nine seriously injured people who could not ride horses, begging for a knife to end the pain.

Huang Yi couldn't understand what those tartars said, and only after asking Huang Dayong loudly did he know the situation, he said: "The ones who can't be saved will be killed immediately, and the ones who can be saved will be bandaged!"

Several teenagers immediately checked one by one and translated Huang Yi's words into Mongolian.

Those seriously wounded included those from the Halbala Department and the Kachagute Department. After learning about Huang Dayong's purpose, they immediately stopped begging for a shot, and hoped to be judged to be saved.

It's just that hope is not for everyone. Four seriously wounded people who vomited blood or had broken intestines were beheaded.

The five seriously wounded who did not appear to have serious internal injuries were given the treatment of suturing and re-bandaging the wounds.

Three of the five were from the Kachagut tribe, and two were from the Harbala tribe.

A seriously wounded man from the Halbala Department named Esun Zaqin asked Huang Dayong about his family's safety.

After learning that the Hedan Bateer tribe did not massacre any of the Halbala tribe who surrendered, but was killed more than a dozen in the night attack launched by Jiannu, his intestines were full of regret.

Suddenly a person shouted loudly in the dark: "Master, the younger one is a Han Chinese, the younger one comes out and surrenders, sir, please don't shoot arrows!"

This person is of course Zhang Dong.

He can ride a horse, and there are many war horses in charge, why don't he take a few horses and change all the way to escape?
There is a reason for that!

The establishment of slavery is not only strict in military law, but also cruel in treating slaves.

Going to battle, the master failed to come back, and there was no way for the slave to survive when he came back.

But under special circumstances the minion can be spared death.

That was the body of the master brought back by the slave after all the hard work.

Therefore, Zhang Dong clearly knew that his master was defeated and his life and death were unknown, but he was unwilling to run away alone, and hid in the grass to peep.

If he could see his master, he would definitely flee with him.

Who knew that he actually heard Chinese and understood it, and he judged from the tone of the person who spoke Chinese that he should be the leader.

Several Mongols were so badly injured that they didn't directly kill them and gave them medical treatment. Zhang Dong, who thought he could survive, stopped hiding and spoke out boldly.

Huang Dayong reacted quickly, and immediately rushed to Huang Yi and raised the leather shield.

Huang Dazhi immediately ran over and grabbed Zhang Dong.

Zhang Dong kowtowed like pounding garlic, and said in his mouth: "My lord, spare me, the younger one is a Han, and the younger one has never killed anyone."

"Stand up and talk to me!"

"Little obedience!"

Huang Yi looked at Zhang Dong, who was about 1.7 meters tall and had welt marks on his face, and felt that this boy should be older than Huang Dazhi and Huang Dayong.

He asked, "What's your name and how old are you?"

"The youngest is Zhang Dong, 16 years old."

"Do you know the current almanac?"

This has always been what Huang Yi wanted to know the most, but until now he has never met anyone who understands.

Zhang Dong said cautiously, "Is it Daming or Dajin?"

"Say it all!"

"The second year of Ming Chongzhen. The third year of Dajin Tiancong. Today is September [-]."

It turned out to be the second year of Chongzhen, Huang Yi thought.He knew that the lunar calendar was used at this time, and if calculated according to the Gregorian calendar, it would probably be close to November.

(End of this chapter)