The sky was dark, and the dark clouds floating westward in the sky blocked the moon's light. The white snow fields were much dimmer than usual nights. On the snow, many white shadows appeared, moving towards the Korqin people's camp.

In the cold winter, the ice and snow covered thousands of miles, the Mongols of Korqin fell asleep early. This place is very close to the territory of the Later Jin Dynasty. The Chahar people had been cleaned up by Huang Taiji once and had moved west to naturalization. The people of Korqin would never dream of someone coming to attack their tribe at night.

Li Guodong held his Zhaoye Jade Lion with white cloth on his body. The two thousand warriors behind him were also covered with white cloth, and the war horses were also covered with white cloth, which was integrated with the snow on the snow on the snow. He led the horse to maintain sufficient horsepower and could explode when he was in the camp. The cavalry attacking the Korqin Mongolian tribe only carried various light weapons such as sabers and simple cavalry spears, and did not carry heavy weapons that were good at breaking armor. Anyway, the Mongols almost did not wear armor.

Although there was only a small tribe of three thousand people in front of him, Li Guodong would not let such a small tribe go. What he wanted was no matter the size of the tribe of the Korqin people, he would clean up as long as he saw it, and he would not let go even if it was small.

About fifty steps away from approaching the Korqin camp, the soldiers lit torches.

Li Guodong rode his horse, pulled out the tiger-toothed knife and pointed forward, shouting in Mongolian: "Kill!"

"Kill!" The two thousand cavalrymen following behind also shouted in Mongolian, waving tiger-toothed swords, swords, scimitars, spears and other weapons, galloped on horseback, and rushed towards the Korqin camp.

A Korqin man just got up in the middle of the night to relieve his hands. He had just walked out of the yurt, but saw countless torches not far away illuminating the sky. Blasts of white broken snowflakes rose from the snow, forming a snow wave, sweeping towards his camp.

"There are attackers!" The Korqin man was so scared that he retracted his urine and hurriedly opened his voice and shouted.

The invading cavalry had already rushed into the Mongolian camp, and countless torches were thrown on the yurt, and the flames were immediately lit. Some people rode horses to the pile of forage, and the torches were thrown into the pile of hay, and soon the raging fire was ignited.

The guy who shouted loudly turned around and was about to run, but was rushed to the front by Li Guodong. The knife light flashed, and half of his chest connected to his head and neck, and a right arm fell from his body obliquely. A stream of blood squirted on the snow, forming a dazzling blood red.

After Han Dashan rushed into the camp, he first threw out the torch and accurately threw it into the haystack. Then he ran straight toward the stable without stopping.

The Mongolians who had been awakened had rushed out of the yurt and were rushing towards the stables.

"Kill! Kill the traitors! Kill all the traitors who betrayed Changshengtian!" Han Dashan shouted in Mongolian, and raised his sword and cut down four heads in succession. Then he turned his horse's head and ran towards the two Mongolians who were trying to rush to the stable. The war horse hit a Mongolian and knocked him away. When Han Dashan passed by another Mongolian, he slashed his head with a knife.

Five warriors following behind came one after another, and Han Dashan ordered his brothers: "Go and untie the reins!"

The reins of all the horses in the stable were untied, and then Han Dashan took the torch from a cavalry and threw it into the stable. In a blink of an eye, the stables lit up a raging fire, and the war horses inside neighed in pain, spreading their hooves and rushing out. The frightened horses knocked over the railings, kicked the mangers, and rushed out of the stables.

The fires surged into the sky in the camp of the Korqin people, and yurts lit up fires. The Korqin people rushed out of the yurt that had caught fire. Outside were cavalry who had been waiting for a long time rushed past, either chopping over the Korqin people with a knife, knocking them over with a war horse, or stomping their heads and stomping their stomachs.

Some Korqin people, who were reacting faster, ran to the stable, but found that the stable had caught fire, and the shocking group of war horses rushed towards them. The Korqin people were trampled into meat paste without having time to hide.

The shocking war horses were not running randomly. Han Dashan and others drove the horses behind them and rushed towards the place where the Mongols of Korqin were the most concentrated. Groups of black horses swallowed the running crowd. After thousands of horse hooves passed, a beach of broken pieces of flesh and blood were left on the snow.

Some Mongolians tried to escape from the camp, but were blocked by the cavalry outside.

When Li Guodong led the cavalry, he saw that the Korqin people would cut them down without hesitation. Even women and children were not ruthless, and they all slashed them, or stepped on them into meat paste.

Some Korqin people set their bows and arrows and shot out several arrows. However, their bows and arrows were not strong enough, and the arrows were stuck on the cavalry and could not penetrate the armor at all. The arrows that the Ming cavalry counterattacked immediately nailed the Korqin people who were fighting stubbornly to the snow and to the fire yurt.

"Kneel all!" Li Guodong shouted in Mongolian.

"Kneel all! Surrender to avoid death!" Some of the Mongolian-speaking cavalry under their command also shouted.

The Korqin people gave up their futile resistance and tried to escape, and knelt on the ground, surrounded by cavalry, and surrounded the center.

Li Guodong stood in front of a big cart and glanced at the wheel meaningfully. Han Dashan naturally understood what it meant, and immediately took the people and pulled out all the men and boys who were taller than the wheel from the Mongolians kneeling on the ground and pulled them aside.

"I defected to the Jurchen wild dog, betrayed Changshengtian, and forgot that I was a Mongolian traitor to Genghis Khan's descendants. That's how it ended! Beheaded them all!" Li Guodong shouted.

"You don't know your trust! Those who say you won't kill them after surrendering will still kill us!" A Korqin man struggled and cursed.

A feather arrow shot in, drilling into the Korqin person's open mouth, and a bloody arrow drilled out from the back of his head.

A group of soldiers came forward with swords, one by one, and all the men and boys who were pulled out fell to the ground.

After three batches of killings, all the male and boys who were taller than the wheel were slaughtered.

"Brother, we have too few people, and we can't take these women and children away. What should we do?" Han Dashan asked in Mongolian.

Li Guodong said: "Let them here, and when the Khan comes, they will take them away. We will kill all the cattle and sheep and take all the horses away, and they will not be able to escape!"

If Li Guodong's original character is to destroy the Korqin tribe, if he does not have enough staff, he will slaughter all regardless of gender, age and young. But if he does that, he cannot pretend to be the Chahar people. The Mongols' slaughtering practice is to kill men and retain women. Li Guodong wants to blame Lin Danhan.

"Then we leave, these people will die here," Zhang Wei asked.

"Leave them some food and firewood to keep warm. Let's leave here and attack the next tribe." Li Guodong was not afraid that these Mongolians would go to report to Houjin. If the war horses were lost on the grassland, it would be difficult to move forward. If these women and children were left honestly, they might still survive. As long as they ran out, they would inevitably freeze to death on the grassland.
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