Chapter 81 Lin Danhan's Sister

Man Gui had imagined the next move of the Jinzhou general, but he never expected that Li Hao had intended to kill the Khan of the Northern Yuan Dynasty from the very beginning.

Now that things have come to this, we can only join in the fight.

"My men, mount your horses and fight. Whoever kills the Taiji of the Chahar tribe will be rewarded with 100 taels of silver!"

Man Gui offered a reward that he thought was not low.

One hundred taels is equal to six years' salary for servants.

After each general and his servants roughly counted on their fingers, they mounted their horses and charged forward with a roar.

During this time, the Jinzhou general, who was far ahead of them, had already rushed over a distance of half a mile on horseback.

Obviously, the Chahar tribe felt that they could still fight against hundreds of Ming Dynasty servants.

In the Mongolian military camp, Namu Zhong, the wife of Lin Dan Khan, shouted: "Whoever retrieves the Khan's body will be rewarded with a thousand taels of silver, and whoever kills the Ming general will be granted five hundred households!"

Due to the underdeveloped trade, ordinary Mongolian soldiers did not quite understand how much the reward of one thousand taels of silver was, but they were still very familiar with the five hundred households.

The reward of five hundred households meant entering the level of Taiji and being able to marry the daughter of a great chieftain.

Therefore, the six Chahar cavalrymen who followed Ligdan Khan south immediately became furious and rushed straight towards the Ming general who was riding alone towards the Mongolian camp.

Seeing that the Mongolian soldiers on the opposite side were so well-behaved, Li Hao couldn't help but be happy. He immediately climbed onto the horse's neck to prevent too many arrows from hitting himself.

Although the Mongolian tribes were a bit poor, Lindan Khan's mount was fat and strong, and he even wore a cotton felt vest.

But he still couldn't withstand the rain of arrows from the Mongolian soldiers. Li Hao was thrown out and fell to the ground, breathing hoarsely.

The Jinzhou general holding a scimitar jumped up. The large group of cavalrymen were not far in front of him. Braving the rain of arrows, Li Hao took a few steps, jumped up, and swung his sword.

It seemed as if time and space were cut apart by this knife.

The first Mongolian soldier who rushed to the Ming general to get the reward was cut in half along with his horse. The blood of the man and the horse mixed together and spurted out more than half a foot high like a small fountain.

After landing, Li Hao swung the knife with both hands continuously, and the cavalry's forward momentum was blocked by him alone. The Mongolian soldiers who were close to them felt a bloody wind on their faces, and they couldn't help but think of running away.

However, large groups of cavalry continued to squeeze in this direction, and the Mongolian soldiers who were approaching the Ming Dynasty dared not advance and had nowhere to escape.

As long as they were hit by the scimitar of the Ming general, their men and horses would be shattered immediately. Although the knife in the Ming general's hand would break in a few strokes, there were too many people rushing over, so he grabbed a new scimitar.

The pile of human and horse flesh soon reached the height of the horses' shoulders, and Li Hao's originally flesh-colored face had been dyed a fierce red.

Not only his face, the Jinzhou general's entire body was stained red.

Now the Mongolian cavalry on the periphery could finally see what kind of Ming general looked like who dared to charge into the camp alone.

The Ming general standing on top of the pile of corpses was holding a scimitar in each hand, and he chopped off the armor of any tribesmen he could reach, just like an old farmer cutting grass.

Although this move was graceful, it seemed indescribably strange to the Mongolian soldiers on the periphery.

It seemed that the Mongolian warriors were like sheep to be slaughtered in front of the Ming general's scimitar.

Even though they were not scared, the Mongolian soldiers on the periphery understood that they had encountered a killer who they could not afford to offend, so they quickly put away their bows and arrows, and those who could escape did their best to get back to the camp.

Soon after, the Mongolian cavalry who were closer to the pile of corpses also began to have space to turn their horses around, and they rode back the same way they came.

Li Hao jumped up from the pile of corpses, and in front of the Mongolian soldiers' disbelieving eyes, he pounced behind the two Mongolian soldiers again, and cut down the two targets with his left and right swords.

The reason why he didn't cut the horse in half was because he wanted to grab the horse and rush straight to the Mongolian camp.

The Mongolian soldiers who were able to rush close to Li Hao were naturally riding horses that were not too weak, and they barely allowed the Jinzhou general to keep up with the large cavalry group.

The changes in the war situation were beyond many people's imagination.

Man Gui had just finished assembling his troops and was leading his generals and servants to attack the camp when a large group of Mongolian soldiers returned the same way, leaving a huge pile of corpses exposed to the eyes of the Ming people.

"This... In just this short period of time, Li Shuai has killed so many enemies?"

Man Gui suddenly felt dry in the mouth, and he didn't dare to call him "Brother Li" anymore, and changed back to calling him "General Li". The pile of dead men and horses was constantly steaming, and the pungent smell of blood was carried by the sobbing wind and forced into the noses of the generals and servants.

Several war horses were frightened and, without paying any attention to the reins or whips, they quickly fled away from that area.

The servants had no choice but to take a long detour to avoid the terrifying battlefield.

In the Mongolian military camp, Namu Zhong, who was surrounded by many guards, obviously didn't understand why his own cavalry returned so quickly.

The Ming Dynasty has at least several hundred fully armed servants, so it shouldn't be defeated so quickly.

"You are all Chahar warriors, how can you run back like cowards!"

She severely reprimanded the cavalry who had escaped and sent a number of guards to drive this group of ordinary cavalry back to the battlefield.

Of course, Namu Zhong did not forget to urge the taijis of various tribes to send troops to supervise the battle.

However, compared with the frightened ordinary cavalry, the number of her guards was much smaller. After some people were sent out, there were not many people left to protect the First Lady.

Li Hao, whose body was covered in blood, met Namu Zhong and her dozens of guards.

Obviously, the armor worn by these guards was comparable to the lamellar armor of Bayala of the Later Jin Dynasty, and there was even a small piece of chain mail around the neck purchased from the right wing of Mongolia.

"Stop, stop him."

The eldest wife's voice trembled inexplicably.

The closest guards sandwiched the eldest wife in the middle and fled to the center of the military camp, but the escape route was full of Mongolian cavalry who had just fled, and their speed was not even as fast as the bloody man's speed.

Li Hao held the two scimitars in reverse, horizontally in front of his chest, and twisted them back and forth without making any chopping movements.

He would stab any guard he encountered, but he didn't seek to kill them with one blow. Namu Zhong, who was in front of him and couldn't escape, was his real target.

As long as this woman is killed, the Chahar tribe will be reduced to pieces.

He already had a great leader of the level of Zhaisai of the Five Camps under his command. Although the Chahar tribe had the Khanship of the Northern Yuan Dynasty, it was no longer of much use and was only suitable for capturing able-bodied men and robbing horses after disbanding them.

"Run, run!" Namu Zhong was so anxious that he whipped the Mongolian soldiers in front of him.

She was just complaining about the defeated soldiers escaping back, but now she just hated them for not escaping faster.

When he got close, he didn't care about the guards in full armor trying to stop him. He jumped from his horse and his scimitar drew a perfect arc in the air, carrying a strong smell of blood, and directly cut the white-robed lady in two.

After reaching the ground, he changed to Namu Zhong's white horse and fought fiercely with the surrounding guards with great force.

Obviously, after the death of the wife of the steward, the Mongolian soldiers' fighting spirit was once again severely hit.

After a large group of Ming Dynasty servants rushed into the camp, the clever Mongolian cavalry abandoned their baggage and tents, took the extra horses and fled out of the camp.

The not-so-smart ones were still packing up their tents and were trapped in the camp.

Although the Ming Dynasty quickly took over the Mongolian military camp, due to the lack of manpower, many Mongolian taijis and their guards took the opportunity to escape.

Man Gui, who personally followed Li Hao to charge into the enemy camp, felt both admiration and inferiority. After pushing the captured Mongolian nobles into the largest yurt, he asked Li Hao to decide how to deal with these prisoners.

"As per the old rules, the Taiji will take all the girls to Jinzhou. There aren't many girls, so the brothers can divide them up if they like them."

Li Hao was not very interested in Mongolian women, and the fact that they did not take baths was just one of the reasons.

This is what the Jinzhou general said, but the servants did not dare to divide the wives of the Mongolian Taiji among themselves.

Man Gui watched as the captured Mongolian nobles were imprisoned together, and picked out a female member with the highest status among them.

"This is Hudun Khan's sister Taisong. She is much more prestigious than Namu Zhong. If Li Shuai has any ideas, he can use her to do something."

Namu Zhong was born into a prosperous Borjigit family. Her father was the Taiji of the Abagha tribe, which was only a medium-sized tribe of the Chahar tribe and therefore did not have a very noble status.

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