Flag Din Butoha was lucky. He led sixteen armored soldiers holding leather shields and easily entered the large vehicle formation without encountering any resistance.

At this time, everyone was screaming and rushing in Huang Yi's direction.

Because the shouts of killing are loud and loud here.

Because it's so bright here.

It was a rocket that ignited two large carts containing hay and set them on fire. The old, weak, women and children hiding nearby were unable to put out the fire, so they had to push the other carts further away.

The slave Tatars can see it, and the resisters can also see it clearly.

As a result, bows and arrows, spears, throwing axes and even stones were thrown and thrown at random, and slaves were built. The Tatars were inspired to kill anyone on sight, and the resisters who refused to be killed were fighting for their lives.

The melee continues, killing, killing, killing!

Huang Yi didn't know how many enemies he had killed, nor how many of his own people had died, let alone how many blows he had received. He only felt that the number of enemies seemed to be getting fewer and fewer.

I feel pain everywhere in my body.

Fortunately, I still have the strength and can still fight.

Huang Yi, who was shot with arrows, stabbed, and chopped with knives several times, was protected by stab-proof clothing, military helmets, goggles, and bullet-proof vests without any injuries or bleeding.

With red eyes, he was in high spirits and felt that he was invincible for a moment!

After cutting down a Tatar in front of him to the ground, and temporarily unable to see any enemies, he shouted again: "Where are the Tatars, building slaves? I haven't killed enough yet!"

People are like this. At the beginning, Huang Yi was thinking about how to shoot cold arrows to snipe the enemy.

The face-to-face fight began, and a moment later he was stimulated by the flying blood, and his rationality disappeared without a trace. At this moment, he was so crazy that he only wanted to chop off the enemy's head.

"You guys are looking for it too!" Huang Dazhi's voice came.

Huang Yi asked: "How many more people do we have?"

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

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

You want to run away after killing someone? How can it be so cheap? Huang Yi shouted:

"Everyone who chases me must survive, and no one will be spared."

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

Huang Yi took it and looked at it. He found that the crossbow had been strung and loaded. He praised:

"Well done, you can follow me and help me get my equipment from now on!"

Huang Dapeng happily agreed: "I obey, little one!"

"We won, we won!" Huang Dazhi felt that running and chasing was not enough, so he said loudly: "Dayong, Amuguleng, Agudamu, let's all mount up and charge forward to try to capture more horses."

The victory was decided, and it was indeed time for the generals to pursue the enemy bravely. Huang Yi issued an order: "Everyone who can ride a horse will follow me to attack!"

Huang Yi kept running rampant in the array of cars, like a murderous god.

I saw with my own eyes that there were probably more than 500 young men, old men and women who were shouting and fighting Huang Yi.

He is everyone's courage, and his voice has become a stimulant at this time!

Hearing Huang Yi shouting, although most people could not understand it and although the place was in chaos, everyone knew that their side had won the battle and the enemy had escaped.

Everyone is brave enough to kill a drowned dog. Immediately, no less than forty young people and old men ran to lead the horse.

The women and the old and the weak were also aroused. Several seriously injured Tatars who were still alive became the target of venting their anger and were almost torn to pieces, which directly resulted in no prisoners.

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

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

Oh! No, there is one person who is not a wounded person. He is Aha Zhangdong from Yabahai.

Agudamu, Amuguleng, Huang Dayong and other dozens of horses rushed towards them. The manpower left by Yabahai basically had no fighting power. They all fled when they heard the sound of horse hooves.

Huang Yi originally took the lead and staged a show of leading by example.

It's just that his riding skills were a bit poor, and Agudamu, Huang Dayong and others were grateful and deliberately drove their horses forward to block Huang Yi.

So Huang Yi finished last.

He was self-aware and decided not to pursue him. He immediately called Huang Dayong and Huang Dazhi to stop them, and allowed the two Agudamu brothers, some twenty Mongolian teenagers, and seventeen or eight old knights to pursue them.

All those who could run ran away, leaving only eight or nine seriously injured men who could not ride horses, begging for a last-ditch blow to end their pain.

Huang Yi couldn't understand what those Tatars were saying, so he asked Huang Dayong loudly to find out the situation. He said: "Kill those who really can't be saved, and bandage those who can!"

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

The seriously injured soldiers included those from Harbala and Kachagute. After learning about Huang Dayong's intentions, they immediately stopped begging for additional blows and hoped to be judged as saved.

But hope is not available to everyone. Four seriously injured people who were vomiting blood or had broken intestines were beheaded.

The five seriously injured people, whose internal injuries did not appear to be very serious, were given the treatment of having their wounds sutured and re-bandaged.

Among these five people, three are from the Kachagute tribe and two are from the Harbala tribe.

A seriously injured member of the Harbala tribe named Exun Zhaqin also asked Huang Dayong about the safety of his family.

After learning that the Hedanbaat'er tribe did not massacre any of the Harbala tribesmen who surrendered, but killed more than a dozen in the night attack launched by Jiannu, I felt regretful.

Suddenly, a man shouted loudly in the dark: "Master, the little one is Han. Come out and surrender. Master, please don't shoot arrows!"

Of course this person is Zhang Dong.

He can ride a horse, and there are many horses under his care. Why not lead a few horses and escape together?

There's a reason for that!

Not only were the military disciplines strict during the establishment of slaves, but the treatment of slaves was even more cruel.

He went into battle, but his master failed to come back. If his slave came back, there would be no chance of survival.

But in special circumstances, slaves can avoid death.

That is the body of the master that the slave brought back with all the hard work.

Therefore, Zhang Dong clearly knew that his master had been defeated and his life and death were unknown, but he was unwilling to escape alone and hid in the bushes to peek.

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

Unexpectedly, he actually heard Chinese and understood it. He also judged from the tone of the person speaking Chinese that that person should be the leader.

Several Mongolians were so seriously injured that they did not kill them directly but gave them medical treatment. Zhang Dong, who believed that they could survive, stopped hiding and boldly spoke out.

Huang Dayong reacted quickly and immediately grabbed Huang Yi and raised his leather shield.

Huang Dazhi immediately ran over and grabbed Zhang Dong.

Zhang Dong kowtowed as if pounding garlic and said: "Sir, please spare my life. The younger one is Han. I have never killed anyone."

"Stand up and speak properly!"

"I obey, little one!"

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

Asked: "What is your name and how old are you?"

"The younger one's name is Zhang Dong, he's sixteen years old."

"Do you know the current almanac?"

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

Zhang Dong said cautiously: "Is it the Ming Dynasty or the Jin Dynasty?"

"Say it all!"

"The second year of Chongzhen in the Ming Dynasty and the third year of Tiancong of the Jin Dynasty. Today is September 17th."
Chapter completed!