Chu Ying told Mao Wenlong that according to the current situation of the Jurchen people in Jianzhou, they would die no matter where they went. Daqin had successfully blocked all their escape routes, so they were most likely to escape to the Changbai Mountain area in the south.
That was the Jurchen people in Changbai Mountain, which was across the river from Korea and conquered by Nurhachi a few years ago.
Both Haixi and Donghai were sworn enemies of Jianzhou. They would be seeking death if they went there. No one liked to be slaves, and there were few people in the east. It was very likely that they would all starve to death. Therefore, they could only choose to run south.
Worse still, there was Korea in the south. If they crossed the river to Korea, both Daqin and Korea would be in trouble.
Mao Wenlong agreed. It would be best to stop these Jianzhou tribesmen at the Changbai Mountains. If they were allowed to continue heading south, it would not be a good thing for the Qin army if they managed to sneak into the Changbai Mountains.
Could they search the mountains and search the sea to capture Jianzhou?
The spies developed by the Black Water Army of Daqin in Jianzhou dutifully delivered the news of the migration of the Jianzhou people. However, there seemed to be some problems with the subsequent transmission. The specific location was unknown. At this time, Chu Ying's instructions were very important.
Mao Wenlong believed it. He ran south around Chimney Mountain and finally found traces of a large number of people camping three days later.
Some damaged equipment, some torn clothes, footprints, and feces were all over the ground. The smell was very unpleasant.
Mao Wenlong walked to a pile of ashes, squatted down, put his hand on it, and then used a wooden stick to pick it up.
"It seems that they haven't left for more than a day. It should be no problem to follow this route to the south, but this is definitely not the trace of the migration of 400,000 people. I guess they must have taken many different routes, afraid that we will catch up with them and kill them all."
Mao Wenlong made an accurate judgment.
These people could not all ride horses, so they could not be very fast. The slow migration could not be compared with the pursuit of the cavalry.
"Then what should we do?"
A cavalry asked Mao Wenlong.
"What should we do? Let's do this! No matter how many routes he takes, I'll just chase after him. As long as I can let the Jianzhou army know that there's a fire at their rear, that's enough. They won't care who dies. As long as they know that there's a fire at their rear, they'll immediately collapse. "
After Mao Wenlong finished speaking, he mounted his horse and led the army in pursuit. After chasing for six hours, the scouts finally found a group of Jianzhou tribes that were slowly moving south. There were not many men. Most of them were young and strong women and their children. There were also knights guarding them. There were about twenty to thirty thousand people.
"Alright! That's enough. Everyone, get ready to kill! "
"Is it a total annihilation or …?"
"Nonsense, kill as many as you can. We only have two thousand people. Even if there are twenty thousand pigs on the other side, as long as they can run, we won't be able to kill them all, right?"
Mao Wenlong rolled his eyes. The horseman said awkwardly, "What I meant was that General Chu told us to pay attention to his family and not hurt them by accident. Should we pay attention?"
"Cut the crap! Don't worry so much! Kill! "
Mao Wenlong gave the military order.
He didn't care about Chu Ying's family. In his opinion, Chu Ying's words were no different from nonsense. On the battlefield, how could they talk about showing mercy and taking care of family?
How could they fight a war with their hands and feet tied?
They were lucky not to kill, but so what if they did?
So what if Chu Ying was His Majesty's adopted son?
Mao Wenlong really didn't believe that Xiao Ruxun would blame him for Chu Ying. Besides, at this moment, they were all enemies. There was nothing wrong with killing enemies on the battlefield!
Mao Wenlong really didn't care.
Mao Wenlong didn't care. He even gave the military order. For the army, it meant that whatever they did, Mao Wenlong would bear the responsibility. They didn't need to bear the responsibility.
Two thousand elite horsemen didn't hold back anymore. They spurred their horses and sprinted at full speed. Such a loud noise soon attracted the attention of the Jianzhou tribe who were moving south. Under their horrified gazes, the Qin Army's horsemen arrived quickly. The escorting horsemen were swallowed before they could even react.
The scene was a mess. Cries, screams, howls, and curses filled the air. The Jianzhou tribe either fled or died. Men, women, old, and young were all in a mess. Although the escorting horsemen wanted to resist, they were outnumbered by Mao Wenlong's horsemen. They were defeated in a single charge.
The scene was so chaotic that even the Qin Army couldn't maintain their formation. Mao Wenlong didn't care. He just led the horsemen around him and chopped melons and vegetables. No one knew how many people he killed. Anyway, the whole scene was spectacular and tragic.
When he couldn't see any living Jianzhou tribe in his field of vision, Mao Wenlong also felt that he couldn't lift his arms anymore. Only then did he take a breath and stop the killing.
He was covered in blood. His warhorse was also covered in blood. The stench of blood filled the air. He was so nervous just now that he didn't feel it at all. But now it smelled bad.
Born in a scholarly family, Mao Wenlong was also a scholar when he was young. He had received a formal Confucian education. Although he had always been uninterested in the Four Books and Five Classics and preferred the Art of War of the Kingdom of Sun Wu, he had also experienced the life of a scholarly family, where they would burn incense and read in their rooms.
So deep down, Mao Wenlong didn't think of himself as a soldier. Instead, he looked forward to becoming a Confucian general like Zhou Yu. He thought of holding a feather fan and a silk handkerchief, talking and laughing, and destroying ships and oars. But at this moment, his demeanor was far from Zhou Yu's.
He had been a maverick since he was young. When he grew up, he didn't know his place. When the Zhennan Army conquered Hangzhou in the north, he ignored his mother's advice and insisted on joining the army. After living in the army for so long, he was full of bold and unrestrained military habits.
Of course, he had to kill on the battlefield. If he didn't kill, he wouldn't be on the battlefield. But now that he stopped, Mao Wenlong still felt very uncomfortable. He was covered in blood and felt sticky. He couldn't get used to this feeling no matter how much time had passed.
"I didn't bring a change of clothes! I'm so f * cking unlucky! "
Mao Wenlong, who loved cleanliness, could only admit that he was unlucky.
But looking around, he didn't see any living people. The army had reaped a wave of heads, and he was quite satisfied with the results. So he planned to order a few people to be captured alive, give them a few horses, and let them go back to Nurhachi to spread terror and complete their mission. Then he would continue to lead the army to find the rest of the Jianzhou tribe in this area.
Soft persimmons were easy to bully. Besides, with these 2,000 people, he could drive the Jianzhou tribe back. When the main army annihilated Nurhachi, he would be able to kill 400,000 Jianzhou tribe people. This merit was enough for him to show his face in front of the Emperor.
The current Emperor valued military merit very much. The new dynasty had just been established, and it was the time for men to make military merit!
Mao Wenlong had long coveted military merit. This time, he was able to leave Ma Chong and lead the army on his own. He must seize this opportunity to show off his talent.
"Someone, capture a few living Jianzhou slaves!"
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