"Tartars, here is the Tartars..."

In a small village called Huaxi, the Sichuan dialect shouts are like the screams of owls at night... This will make people awaken in the dark, women cry in a hurry, and children will also make screams and screams. A big boy grinned and wanted to cry with his little sister.

"God, the Tartars are here, what should I do...?"

The cry of my wife and the screams of the children made the men who had just woken up confused. Didn’t it be that the defense line on the mountain that was so powerful last year, why did the Mongolians come? There was not even a police call at all. Such shouts would be scared to death, but when Yu Jie and his subordinates had already become thieves in the court's mouth, it was even more so.

It is no wonder that the people asked this question. In fact, Yu Hui, who replaced Yu Jie at this moment, did not intend to tell the people where they were. Especially in the mountain village a little far away from the city, the Tartars came to the front, and they even found out.

"Don't cry, don't cry, put on your baby quickly! Da Jiazi brings a hatchet and packs things with your mother. I'll go to the entrance of the village to check it out!"

The men used fierce screams to hope to stabilize the hearts of the women's house, and their eyes were staring in the house with bare walls, hoping to find any weapon to resist the enemy that was about to arrive.

The ultimate means of resistance are just bamboos at home, sharpened bamboo poles with thick arms, and bamboo bows used to hunt, which are weapons used by men to fight the enemy. What kind of results will be self-evident when using such weapons to deal with the Mongols.

Bamboo has a lot of uses in this era, such as shoulder poles and backpacks, and many people here use bamboo tubes to make hookah belts. Tobacco is the most popular at any time. Even if people's livelihood is in decline, many people are still accustomed to the existence of this thing.

Although the woman who got up in panic was not old, her poor life had already made the woman lose the possibility of chasing beauty. She got up in panic and ran into the kitchen at home, holding a cloth bag to hold food as much as possible. At this time, the child was tied to her back by her. Perhaps because of the panic of the family, the child had already made the child lean his face on his mother's back, but he just sobbed and did not dare to say a sound.

"Oh……!"

“Mush…”

The screams sounded at the village entrance, and the woman who ran out in panic had already noticed that her husband had gone to somewhere. But the loud shouts at the village entrance reflected the bloodiness of the Sichuan people. The screams and the sound of musket shooting also showed an absolute difference in firepower. The woman looked at her panic again, and the light of lanterns was everywhere. Needless to ask, this was the Mongolian Tartars coming to grab food.

Plunder has always been the main way of combat for the Mongols, and this is the main origin of their supply in the enemy war zone. I think the dog officials of the Song Dynasty have never heard of the word "strengthening the walls and clearing the fields". I never remember that they memorized the "Sun Tzu's Art of War" in "Therefore, wise generals are concerned about eating the enemy, eating the enemy for one bell, and I am twenty bells." Unfortunately, these so-called officials who only know how to write their brains?

"Blame the child's father. He wanted to follow that Lord Song to a distance. Could it be that such a thing!"

The woman thought so vaguely in her heart, but she couldn't stand the worries in her heart. The only thing that is thankful is that the woman in the farmhouse will not get stuck in her feet because she has to work in the fields. At least when she runs, there are still some opportunities.

"You are so cruel, you leave us mother and mother..."

Following the sound, the newlywed woman next door fell to the ground. She had a pair of feet that were wrapped around little coco, so she was naturally a fatal burden when she fled.

"Daya, go and help her!"

Following his father's order, the 12-year-old Da Ya held a hatchet in his hand and stomped his feet at his mother's face. Moreover, the woman with little feet was the neighbor's new daughter-in-law. She relied on her youth and beauty to make fun of her mother, so he glared at her eyes and stomped her feet and shouted at her mother.

"Mom, she's a little foot!"

"Go and help her up. That's our neighbor. It's not our family's rule to not save her when she dies!"

The big-footed woman gritted her teeth and shouted at her son. From time to time, she twisted to see the fire that had risen at the village entrance and the louder and louder shouts. She could hear that it was the men who were trying their best to fight the Mongols, and that was hoping that they would escape quickly.

The eldest son, who was scolded by his mother, had to grit his teeth and run over to help the woman who was lying on the ground crying, and then ran to the back mountain with his mother. Other people from the family, the elderly, young and strong, women, and children were crying all the way, desperately running away with endless fear.

"Oh my god, you Mongolian melons..."

Just as the woman fled to the back mountain with the woman next door, the men at the village were about to die. About 30 bodies were all the bloody men in this village with hundreds of households. A musket cavalry came, and dozens of resisting men attacked them with bamboo bows and bamboo spears in their hands. But under the protection of the Yulin armor, these Mongolian musket cavalry were not injured at all.

Originally, Yu Jie's subordinates and the mountain defense system he established, so these should not happen here at all. Those mountain systems have good hopes and vigilance positions, and the entire Shu area should be a Jedi for the Mongols.

However, that was the system established by Yu Jie. Secondly, the firearms and other weapons that defended against those systems had already been in the hands of the Mongols. Yu Hui, who replaced Yu Jie, had not been better prepared for the invasion after so long. However, when the Mongolian army first arrived, he led his subordinates, because Yu Jie resigned and many officers who followed him. All the defensive forces and troops were just decorations, and there was no result in the face of the Mongol invasion.

On the ridge are some people from the village who escaped. They watched the fires rising from afar. Mongolian soldiers wearing shiny armors are everywhere. They rode tall horses and ran around the village. The food they found in each family is gathered together. The people who have not escaped in the village are also concentrated there. Men with some strength will be sent to be slaves and repairing military supplies for them. Women will still be sent to the camp. For the Mongolian Tartars, women are also trophy.

As for the remaining old people, the children's orders were the most miserable ending. The tall horse flew past the crowd left behind, swung the long sword in his hand, and his head fell on the ground where the snow had not faded under the background of the fire.

A pair of eyes dying with eyes closed seemed to be asking God - "Where is the King's Master?"
Chapter completed!