Chapter 667: In the future, we will draw a list!

Northern Zhili, Hejian Prefecture, and Jinghe Town.

The prosperous Jinghe Town, which used to be, has now become a ruin. There are no complete buildings. There are ruins everywhere, and there are blackness after being burned by fire. In some places, intermittent black smoke emerges. The blood flowing on the ground has completely solidified and turned into a dark black.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, which lasted for a long time. There were also burnt corpses, which also emitted a strong stench. Although it was winter, you could still see many unknown nauseous bugs crawling around on the corpses. If someone approached, the bugs immediately flew up and formed a black ball, which quickly landed on the corpses farther away, but they refused to leave.

Standing outside the village and town, holding a thousand-mile mirror and carefully observing the situation in the village and town, it can be clearly seen that the people killed by the Tartars had not even had time to clean up the bodies. Due to the cold weather, these corpses were extremely frozen and stiff. There were also some young women, naked, with obvious signs of insult and ravage on their bodies. Some women had big blood scars on their chests, and it was obvious that the Ru room had been cut off.

The worst thing is that the underage children were ruthlessly killed, and the small bodies were curled up everywhere. In a house that was almost burned, hundreds of corpses were found that were burned black, as big as kittens. According to speculation, they should be all children in this town. The corpses of adults, even if they burned, they could not be burned to such a small kitten.

"The Tartars who kill thousands of swords!"

"The inhumane Tartar!"

"We must kill all the Tartars!"

The soldiers of the Hu Ben Army, who witnessed such a tragic situation, started to curse.

The soldiers of the Cangzhou Volunteer Army felt even more heartbreaking and unable to control themselves. This is their own land, their fellow villagers! Now, they have suffered such a cruel battle from the Tartars. What sins have these unarmed people died so miserably? Especially those children who have not grown up, how can the Tartars take action?

"Kill all the Tartars!"

"Kill all the Tartars!"

"Kill all the Tartars!"

Dong Huaxia and others were very sad and angry, and couldn't help but roar at the sky.

They had encountered too many such villages along the way from Dongjiabao. After snatching away young men and young women, the Tatars killed the elderly and children, and then set fire to the entire village. There is no doubt that the Tatars vented all the hatred that failed in Dongjiabao on ordinary people in Northern Zhili, so the killing was particularly crazy.

However, it was like Jinghezhen, and the entire town was slaughtered. This was the first time that the Hu Ben Army saw it. Such a town had at least 3,000 people. So many people died at the hands of the Tartars, so how could people not tear their hearts and lungs? The place where they lived was under the eyes of the capital! As a result, they could not guarantee their safety so close to the capital. How could this be so favorable?

Zhang Zhun didn't feel much about the tragedy in front of him. It's not that his nerves were already numb and he had no feelings about the tragedy in front of him. Perhaps, he, who came from later generations, had more rational understanding of such tragedy. After being filled with righteous indignation, he considered more about how to end the war as soon as possible.

No matter what kind of war it is, whether it is just or unjust, the ones that end up suffering are just ordinary people. If you want the people to suffer as little as possible, you must end the war as soon as possible. For the Hu Ben Army, it is to eliminate the Tartars as soon as possible, the court as soon as possible, and pacify the chaotic army in Shaanxi as soon as possible.

"Let's go!"

Zhang Zhun waved his hand gently.

The soldiers of the sniper team and the soldiers of the Cangzhou Volunteer Army guarded Zhang Zhun and continued to gallop westward. Zhang Zhun quietly left Dongjiabao this time, with a special task. In order to keep it confidential, he only brought about about one hundred people around him.

The Huben cavalry cannot do a large-scale battle for the time being, and small-scale sporadic assaults are still possible. After the large-scale battle in Dongjiabao ended, the Huben cavalry, the Tatar cavalry, and the Mongolian cavalry started a fierce battle around Dongjiabao. After several days of battle, the Huben cavalry basically monitored the Mongolian cavalry in Dongjiabao and drove them out six or seven miles away. In this way, even if Zhang Zhun left Dongjiabao, the Tartar scouts could not be discovered quickly.

When Zhang Zhun came out this time, he only brought fifty snipers and fifty soldiers from the former Cangzhou Volunteer Army. They temporarily formed a small team and set off with Zhang Zhun. They were familiar with most of the situation in Northern Zhili, language and other things, and there were no obstacles. In many places, they still had acquaintances. With them leading the way, Zhang Zhun would be much safer on the road.

"Whistle!"

Suddenly, a sharp whistle sounded in front of him.

"There are enemies!"

Dugu Lie shouted loudly.

The whistle was issued by the scouts of the Hu Ben Army. After the whistle was issued, the scouts of the Hu Ben Army immediately retreated from the front. The sniper team and the cavalry team were ready for battle immediately. The black muzzle of the Hu Ben gun was staring in the direction ahead with vigilance.

The warriors of the Tiger Ben Army who were escorted Zhang Zhun this time were all armed to the teeth. In addition to carrying the Tiger Ben gun, they also carried other weapons such as Hawkeye guns, explosives bags, etc. The war horses they rode were carefully selected and ran very fast. Even if they encountered large groups of Tartar cavalry, they could escape quickly. If they encountered small groups of Tartar cavalry, they would of course be killed without mercy.

"Da da da da!"

"Da da da da!"

"Da da da da!"

There was a hurry and somewhat chaotic sound of horse hooves in front of him, and then dozens of knights appeared.

Zhang Zhun raised the Qianli Mile Mile and looked at it. He found that these knights suddenly appeared were in a mixed suit. No one was wearing military uniforms and their weapons were different. They were basically swords, guns, swords and halberds, and there were not many bows and arrows, and there were no muskets. The only thing that was a knight in front of him was holding a popular sword in the Tang Dynasty. Judging from the costumes and organization, they were not Tartars, but more like small horse thieves common in Northern Zhili.

Since the Tatars first invaded, various places in northern Zhili have established a large number of local group training in accordance with the Chongzhen edict, recruiting brave warriors to train and protect the place. However, these group trainings have gradually changed with the development of time. Due to financial difficulties, most of the group trainings have poor equipment and not many horses.

Later, I don’t know who invented it, so I simply let the Tuanlian live on his own. The so-called self-destruction means a bit like the self-destruction of later companies and the self-contained profits and losses. In this way, the nature of the Tuanlian changed. In order to survive and develop, the Tuanlian began to do some unjust activities to obtain money and weapons and equipment. Over time, it evolved into a horse thief.

As the Tartars continued to invade, the control ability of the Northern Zhili government continued to weaken. Most of the group training ended up becoming horse thieves. Therefore, there were as many horse thieves as cows in the entire territory of Northern Zhili. These horse thieves had a small number of only twenty or thirty people, and a large number of three or four hundred people. As long as they were active in Northern Zhili, it was basically impossible not to deal with horse thieves.

"Who is ahead?"

Lu Yidian jumped on his horse and speared, shouting loudly.

"Who are you?"

A loud question came from the opposite side.

"We are the Hu Ben Army!"

Lu Yidian answered loudly.

The opposite side was silent for a moment, and his pace slowly stopped. After a while, a man came out from the opposite side, with a burly figure and a tough expression. It was the man holding the Tang Dynasty Mo sword. He pressed the long Mo sword, bowed to the Hu Ben Army, and shouted: "Are you Hu Ben Army? I wonder who is the leader? In the lower house, Wang Bin, nicknamed Wang Laohu, is a local!"

Zhang Zhun put down the Qianli Mile Mile Mile, walked forward, and bowed and said, "I am Zhang Zhun!"

The man opposite was obviously shocked, as if he didn't expect to meet Zhang Zhun here. After a while, he recovered. He looked at Zhang Zhun suspiciously and said in disbelief: "Are you Zhang Zhun? Are you... so young?"

Zhang Zhun nodded and said calmly: "You don't look like a tiger either!"

The man was stunned for a moment, then reacted, hurriedly bowed and said happily: "It turned out to be Governor Zhang, who is disrespectful, disrespectful."

Zhang Jun said friendly: "Who are you?"

The other party smiled a little self-deprecatingly, with a bitter smile, a little sad, and a little stuffy. After a moment of silence, he said obscurely: "Nothing is nothing...ah..."

It turns out that this person who looks a bit bandit-like, is named Wang Bin. He was once a powerful man in Jinghe Town, nicknamed Wang Laohu. Of course, the powerful man is his claim, and most of the people in Jinghe Town call him a bully behind his back. Because he is good at riding horses and chopping, Wang Laohu is indeed a person in Jinghe Town that others dare not provoke.

Jinghezhen was suddenly attacked by the Tartars. Wang Laohu and his group fought with the Tartars for a while, but in the end they were unable to save the people of Jinghezhen, including his relatives, a total of three or four thousand people died. Only Wang Laohu and more than one hundred people escaped by chance. They finally got rid of the pursuit of the Tartar cavalry and found a place to hide.

After the Tartars retreated, Wang Laohu organized the survivors around him, trying to find an opportunity to assassinate several Tartars and avenge the villagers who died in Jinghezhen. They were familiar with the surrounding terrain and could easily find the whereabouts of the Tartars. In the past few days, they had killed several lonely Tartars. However, due to their simple weapons and their lack of understanding of fighting skills with Tartars, they also suffered more casualties.

This time they came back to Jinghe Town, just to come back to see what the situation in Jinghe Town is. They had a hint of luck in their hearts, hoping that when the Tartars chased them, they would let go of the remaining people in Jinghe Town. Perhaps, God blessed them, they could still see their living relatives. As a result, they happened to meet Zhang Zhun and others.

As for the situation in Jinghe Town, there is no need to take a closer look. After the massacre of the Tartars, there must be no living people in the town. Thinking of their wives, children, parents, uncles and brothers, they all suffered from the Tartars' poison. Even a big man like Wang Laohu couldn't help but burst into tears. Not to mention the rest of the young and strong people. For a moment, the audience burst into tears.

"This is a crime committed by the Tartars, and only the Tartars can forgive their sins!"

"Good man, go kill the Tartars, why are you crying?"

Zhang Zhun said with a straight face and sternly from the side.

However, Wang Laohu and others still cried bitterly. They were not as accustomed to life and death on the battlefield like Zhang Zhun and others. The hatred for the Tartars was deeply buried in their hearts. Such a violent change fell on them, and they had never been so mentally prepared! After a long time, they slowly stopped crying.

Zhang Zhun's eyes fell on the personal war horses behind Wang Laohu. Their war horses were pretty good, better than some of the war horses that the Hu Ben Army had. Judging from their horse racing, their riding skills should be quite good. Zhang Zhun asked curiously: "Is it your own horse or the Tartars' horse?"

Wang Laohu choked and said, "We got it ourselves."

Zhang Zhun said expectantly: "Where did you get it?"

Wang Laohu wiped off the tears from the corners of his eyes, pressed down his sobs hard, and explained slowly: "Some of them are raised by ourselves, some are raised by wealthy families, some are from the stables of the government army, and a few of them were stolen from the hands of the Tartars."

Seeing that Zhang Zhun was very concerned about the issue of war horses, Wang Laohu completely wiped away his tears, cheered up his spirits, and explained in detail.

Because of its proximity to the grassland and desert, the folk customs of Northern Zhili have always been strong, especially as the northwards, the deeper the Huhua level and the more powerful the folk customs are. In most areas of Northern Zhili, war horses are unavailable for transportation. Riding horses, pulling carts, and arable land, are indispensable for war horses. According to Wang Laohu, it is easier to get war horses in the Northern Zhili. As long as you have money, you can buy them through various channels.

In the early Ming Dynasty, horse administration was implemented in Northern Zhili, encouraging the people to raise horses. Although the horse administration was abandoned later, many of the habits of raising horses remained. Many wealthy families raised horses, and even many ordinary families raised horses. The number of war horses combined was quite considerable. In addition, if there were channels, you could even buy good war horses from the stables of the court.

What’s even more rare is that many people in Beizhili have known how to ride horses since childhood, and many of them have very exquisite riding skills. This is also one of the reasons why there are many horse thieves in Beizhili. They have war horses, weapons, know how to ride, but they are not obeying discipline. These are the natural conditions for forming horse thieves. In terms of riding alone, the level of some riders may not be worse than that of Tartars.

After listening to this, Zhang Zhun nodded thoughtfully, feeling that this was an excellent military source for the Hu Ben Army, so he said expectantly: "Wang Laohu, what are you interested in doing with us?"

Wang Laohu said excitedly: "Of course! As long as the adults don't dislike it!"

Of course he knew about the victory of Dongjiabao. Over the years, only the Hu Ben Army was able to defeat the Tartars, and no one else could do it. Now, Zhang Zhun appeared in front of them with the Hu Ben Army. How could they not be willing? With their own strength, it is probably difficult to kill the Tartars and avenge their relatives. However, if there is a support from the Hu Ben Army, there will be a great chance.

After a pause, Wang Laohu looked at the people behind him and asked with some concern: "Sir, can all of us join the Hu Ben Army?"

Zhang Zhun said loudly: "As long as you have the courage to kill the Tartars, we welcome them!"

Wang Laohu said angrily: "That's great! Governor, we are irreconcilable with the Tartars, and we will never embarrass you! We are definitely not an official army without any eggs!"

Zhang Zhun nodded and shouted to the person behind Wang Laohu: "Brothers! The Tartars broke into our own homeland, ruined our hometown, killed our relatives, snatched our wealth, and burned our towns. Such a deep revenge in the sea of ​​blood must be avenged! If you don't avenge, you will not be a human being!"

"It is obvious that you can't count on the official army! The official army is a clay Buddha crossing the river, and it is difficult for them to protect themselves! They will not care about our lives and death! We can only get up and defend ourselves! We can only pick up our weapons and seek revenge on the Tartars! As long as we have the courage to kill the Tartars, we welcome them! I ask you? Do you have the courage to kill the Tartars?"

"have!"

All the riders yelled angrily.

Jinghezhen was slaughtered, and the victims were their relatives. Their hearts had long been burned red by anger. The only thing they lack was the power to avenge. Fighting alone, they were not the opponents of the Tartars. Now, the Hu Ben Army happened to give them such power. Everyone firmly believed that as long as they fought with the Hu Ben Army, they would definitely be able to avenge them!

"good!"

"Have courage!"

"Let's kill the Tartars together!"

Zhang Zhun nodded with satisfaction and said firmly.

The massacre of the Tartars in Northern Zhili will inevitably inspire deeper conflicts between the mainland people and the Tartars. At this time, if no one raises the banner of resistance, perhaps most people may be suppressed by the Tatars' butcher knife and have to accept the cruel reality. However, if someone raises the banner of resistance and bravely fights against the Tartars, they will gather under the banner. The current Tiger Army has enough ability to raise this banner,

No matter how raging the Tartars were in Northern Zhili, it was impossible to kill all the millions of people in Northern Zhili. Under the high pressure of the Tartars and under the strong guidance of the Hu Ben Army, if the Tartars killed one person in Northern Zhili, at least two people would join the Hu Ben Army. The more people the Tartars killed, the more people would join the Hu Ben Army. The stronger the Tiger Army was, the greater the strength of revenge. How many Han people did the Tartars kill and how many Han people would kill in the future, this would never change.

If we put aside feelings and analyze from the coldest perspective, the massacre of the Tartars is actually a process of eliminating the weak and retaining the strong. Those who can survive the massacre of the Tartars, in addition to being favored by God, are their own strength. It seems that Wang Laohu and the young and strong behind him are able to escape the pursuit of the Tartar cavalry, which means that they have certain abilities themselves. After joining the Tiger Army, their abilities can be more effectively exerted.

What the Hu Ben Army has to do now is to recruit all the surviving strong men as much as possible under the banner of the Hu Ben Army and work together to kill the Tartars. I believe that at this point, no one will refuse the recruitment of the Hu Ben Army. In the face of the crazy killing of the Tartars, if they don’t even have the bloodiness of counterattacking the Tartars, would they still be human?

Huang Taiji, come on!
To be continued...