Shanba walked into Erlong Castle with a dark face, and especially saw Jingguan in the hollowed-out area of ​​the fort. Water was almost dripping from one face. One hundred and twenty-eight heads were so angry that it exploded Shanba's lungs.

The Tumote tribe went south to Nuergandusi and went very smoothly along the way. Several small tribes were also annexed along the way, and the tribes in Aba Mountain were one of them.

After successfully breaking into Nuergandusi, he released these small tribes, which could test the Ming army's reaction, and the other hand, he could make the people who follow him feel a little sweet.

After successfully slaughtering two Tunbaos that had no time to leave, the rest of the Han people also fled. Only when they encountered a nail in Erlong Fortress, almost killing the people he sent out.

"Bring the man up!" Shanba squeezed out a sentence from his teeth, and immediately his subordinates rushed up with more than a dozen Tatars.

"Khan! We have no choice, Mingren is really amazing!"

"Please be kind to you! Our Aba Mountain tribe has few people and cannot defeat the Ming people's trunk!"

"Khan, please spare me! The leader has been killed in battle, and we can't do anything even if we stay!"

...

Shawed and begging for mercy, Shanba frowned and said, "Tell them to shut up! Have the pot been cooked yet? You do all the trivial things so slowly!"

The confidant who followed him hurriedly walked towards the few people begging for mercy, and without saying a word, he swung the scabbard and smashed it into the man's mouth.

The begging for mercy came to an abrupt end, blood mixed with several teeth fell to the ground, and the person fell to the ground and kept twitching.

The other people were frightened to see this and did not dare to look at Shanba at all. They were blocked from begging for mercy.

More than a dozen large pots were raised not far away, and the firewood below was burning violently, and the water inside soon became boiling.

Shanba walked to Jingguan, looked at the leaders of several small tribes with a gloomy face, and said with a cold look: "Minggou was overestimating his abilities and dared to reach the north. This is disrespectful to Changshengtian and a provocation to all grassland people.

The Dongtumot tribe will not let the Ming people succeed. The Ming people of Nuergandusi must be eliminated. I will use their heads to sacrifice to the great immortal heaven, so that Minggou will know that the north will always belong to the bravest grassland people!"

"Affect your will, great Khan!" Several tribal leaders who followed the south quickly bowed and bowed.

Seeing these people's respect, Shanba's face looked much better and continued, "It is the business of all grassland people to drive away Minggou, but some people are afraid of death and have defiled the title of grassland warriors.

These people are not worthy of becoming the people of Changshengtian. They should be sacrificed to Changshengtian, hoping that Changshengtian will forgive them!

Come! Sacrifice!"

With Shanba's words, more than a dozen red Tatars were lifted up to the boiling pot. Despite their fierce struggle, they could not escape the fate of being thrown into the pot.

Screams resounded throughout the Erlong Castle. Several undead Tatars wanted to jump out, but were beaten back by those waiting around.

After a few breaths, there was no sound in the pot. A faint smell of meat floated in Erlong Castle. The faces of the people who smelled it changed drastically, and several people vomited it out on the spot.

Shanba pointed to Erlongshan behind him and said, "The Ming dog that made Changshengtian shame is on it. Now I ordered you to catch them. Which grassland warrior is willing to go?"

In this case, who dares to say no, and they all pat their chests and promise that they must attack Erlong Mountain and capture the Ming people Yunyun alive.

...

On the top of Erlong Mountain, hundreds of villagers were crowded in a cave. Below the entrance of the cave were nearly vertical stone steps, which was the back-up for Erlong Fort.

Erlong Cave is named after two holes, one large and one small, and the other smaller hole is on a steep hillside on the other side.

Last night, Qiu Laohu decided to transfer all the people of the fort to Erlong Cave, and try to transfer the food in the fort to the top of the mountain.

But their time was too tight and the Tatars came too fast. In desperation, they only brought a small amount of food and hurriedly escaped to the top of the mountain.

Qiu Laohu's eyes were red, and he still stared at Erlong Castle below without sleeping all night.

"Village Chief! The villagers have settled down and the stone has been moved to the entrance of the cave. We are here to stare at it. You might as well go and rest!" Zhong Lin walked over with the cooked potatoes and said.

Qiu Laohu took a bite of potatoes but did not go to rest. He said with a worried look: "It is not a good thing that the Tartars did not burn the trestle, they..."

Halfway through, Qiu Laohu's eyes widened and said hurriedly: "Go and call everyone over, the Tartars are going to attack the mountain!"

What? Are the Tartars really planning to kill them all?

Zhong Lin trotted into the cave, and soon after, he brought back more than twenty militiamen.

Qiu Laohu's eyes fell on these tired faces, and he clenched his fists and said, "If the Tartars want to kill them all, it depends on whether they have the ability!

Erlong Cave is easy to defend but difficult to attack. If the Tartars want to come up, they will not step into Erlong Cave until they pile up their bodies to the entrance of the cave!

Now, five people guard the entrance of the cave in groups and give the Tartars some colors.

You must remember that we have no way out. Behind us are parents, wives and children, and even if we die, we must block the Tartars!"

"Yes!" the militia responded loudly.

Hundreds of Tatars at the foot of the mountain slowly advanced towards the top of the mountain. On the steep hillside, there was only a rugged mountain road. The rest of the place was covered with shrubs and weeds, especially the sharp locust trees, which made these Tatars want to die.

"Damn Mingren, why should he hide on the mountain and wait honestly to die at the foot of the mountain?"

"Dorens! Stop complaining, haven't you seen Lord South climbing the mountain?

There are white and tender skinned Ming women on the mountain. If they can grab one and go back to have a baby, they will make a profit this time when they go south."

"Tum! It seems like you have tasted a Mingren woman. Even your black face is nothing, no matter how good it is, it will be useless!"

"What did you say? I want to break off diplomatic relations with you!"

"Take it down..., not good! Be careful of the stones of Mingren!" Dorons wanted to mock his companions for a few words, but suddenly saw a few big rocks rolling down from his head.

A large rock as thick as a bucket rolled down from the top of the mountain, and several Tatars who were not rushing to avoid it were hit and there was no sound.

The two of them were so scared that they lay on the hillside and began to pray to Changshengtian that they should not hit themselves with big stones.

Five or six stones caused chaos in the attacking Tatars. After finally waiting for the stone to fall, they found that more than a dozen casualties were found.

South was furious and took the lead in rushing towards the top of the mountain. When he reached the top of the mountain, he was sad to find that the stone steps could only allow one person to climb that day.

A Tatar climbed up and was stabbed to death by a spear as soon as he showed up. He screamed and fell to the top of the mountain. Not only that, large rocks were thrown down from time to time in the cave, which caused heavy casualties and injuries to the Tatars attacking the mountain.

Shanba stared at the retreating Tatars without disappointment. Instead, he ordered with a calm expression: "Continue attack!"
Chapter completed!