Brocade legend

Chapter 91 Attack
"My lord... I am afraid my lord doesn't know that one Mongolian soldier's combat strength can equal three of our soldiers. If we don't have troops several times stronger than the enemy, we'd better not confront each other head-on. It's too late to save this village, how about Let's go to the next village, set up an ambush, and fight again." Li Jin hesitated and said cautiously.

"Next? What if the next one is too late?" Lu Bing said angrily, "I know that General Li knows the Northland better than I do. It is also a pertinent remark, and the meaning in it may also be to protect Lu's safety. However, General Li didn't understand Lu Mou. If Lu Mou was allowed to stand by and watch this situation, Lu Mou's life would be difficult!
After Lu Bing finished speaking, he jumped up, turned around and stood on the horse's back, but the horse didn't feel anything, and stood obediently.

Lu Bing turned to the soldiers and said: "I'm afraid everyone has seen the tragedy of that village just now! Not far in front of us, there is another village that is suffering from the same situation. They have about 3000 people, and we only have 5000. People, should we kill them and confront the Mongols head-on?"

The soldiers were in a commotion, they were very angry, but many of them really didn't have the confidence to confront the Mongols head-on when the difference in strength was less than twice, and there seemed to be few precedents of winning!
Lu Bing ignored the soldiers' reactions and continued: "I have been told more than once that three or even five soldiers of my Ming Dynasty are worth a single Mongolian soldier. I just don't believe this evil! Our soldiers of Ming Dynasty are all Are they cowards? Are they all so weak? Then how do they defend their homes and the country? One village after another was slaughtered, where is the next one? Is it Datong, or Xuanfu? You are so weak, and you believe in the soldiers guarding your villages. When facing the massacre of the village, do you dare to resist? If you dare not, neither will they! If you don’t dare, what about the wives and children at home? What about the folks in the village? What about future generations? Han people were raised in captivity and pulled out like pigs to kill and eat meat? Or did they return to Temujin? Back to Yuanmeng? Becoming an inferior nation? One gunshot, one handful of blood, one life after another, the Han Chinese world was brought back! The Han Chinese world was taken back! Now it’s only a hundred years old, are we going to be cowarded again? Are we going to bow our heads and become slaves again? Then when we are alive , how to face his wife and children! After death, how to face his ancestors!"

As soon as Lu Bing finished speaking, the soldiers were moved, their eyes were red, and they looked up to the sky and shouted!
"Fuck it!"

"That's right! When a person dies, his egg turns to the sky, and he will not die for thousands of years!"

"Yes, let's talk about it first!"

"He lost his head but has a scar the size of a bowl! 18 years later, I will be a hero again!"

"Damn! Kill them!"

Hearing the voices of the soldiers, Lu Bing raised his voice again: "Okay! As long as the brothers dare to do it, I, Lu, will accompany you. One who is here today counts as one. As long as you see that Lu is not at the forefront today, You can just spit on my face!"

"Hahahaha! Master Lu, we believe in you!"

"Yes! Master Lu, we believe in you!"

"Imperial envoys are different! They are much better than the officials below!"

"That's right, dare to do it! You're a man!"

Li Jin was stunned watching, but excited.

Driven by this morale, Lu Bing and others rushed to the village that was suffering disaster.

……

Zhangjiatun, an ordinary small village in the north of Ming Dynasty.

When the Ming Dynasty was founded, most of the people living in this village were military households.

Later, the military households gradually declined, and some people from the customs, who left the customs to seek a living, came here to settle down.

In fact, they have long been used to the turbulent life in the Northland.

As long as they can live and carry on the family line, they will bear it.

But today, they suffered a real disaster.

A group of Mongols broke into the village.

The women of the village took their children and hid in the cellar as usual.

The old people stay at home and take out valuables at home, such as grain, dried meat, livestock and so on.Just wait for the Mongols to come, and offer them with both hands to save their lives, and wait for the Mongols to leave, then save these with both hands, and wait for the next time to use them for life.

The men swallowed their anger and consciously gathered in the open space in the center of the village, where they usually eat and spank.

But the next moment, their blood stained the place red.

Just when they were numb and accustomed to it, the Mongols waved their butcher knives, and some people who knew a little Mongolian heard the words shouted by those Mongolian officers: "No one will be left, and no one will be let go."

The woman was pulled out of the cellar, her hands were tied behind her back, and she was locked up.There are anxious Mongolian soldiers watching each other and doing evil things on the spot.

Children who are no more than the height of the wheel are killed, and elderly people over 50 years old are killed.

The young man resisted a little, and killed...

Crying, begging for mercy, cursing, swordsmanship, the sound entered my ears...

The wind from the north roared across the wilderness, as if venting its anger.

Just when this place is like a hell on earth, the faint sound of horseshoes seems to melt into the sound of war drums in the wind, and the roar is...

A Mongolian soldier who was shaking on the woman felt the shaking of the ground and stopped, propped himself up and looked around.And the woman lying on her back under him spread her hands close to the ground, her eyes were dull and expressionless.Already unable to struggle, she gave up hope of living as early as the first Mongolian soldier overwhelmed her.

A child was trembling with his head in his arms, and when a Mongolian soldier was swinging his knife to cut it down, he suddenly heard something, hesitantly stopped the knife he was about to chop off, and listened intently.

The child who was holding his head and screaming under his knife was protecting a younger girl under him with his trembling body. With big eyes, it seems that they don't know what is about to happen.

A Mongolian officer who was standing on a high place, waving his arms and commanding his butchers to plunder and kill, saw a faint human figure and a gleaming knife light in the yellow sand sweeping like a sandstorm.He looked far away, forgetting to continue shouting, his subordinates stopped what they were doing strangely, and looked at their leader in a daze.

Soon, the sound of heavy horseshoes, the howling wind, and the distant shouts of killing became clearer and clearer.

More Mongolians stopped what they were doing and straightened up.

The officer, realizing that it was not friendly troops, barked orders.

The Mongolian soldiers began to assemble in a hurry.

The Mongolian soldier who was pressing on the woman jumped up in a hurry, lifted his pants in one hand, and ran to gather with his companions with a knife in his other hand, but he didn't see it, as if the woman who had died had a flash of determination and hatred in his eyes.

(End of this chapter)