Chapter 497

"Prince Rui, isn't wheat planted in the fields on both sides? What if the horses don't eat? "

Near Zhongmou County, a group of Mongolian Tartars rushed their war horses to the field to eat food, but found that their horses didn't eat the food in the field at all and didn't know what was planted in the field. Anyway, they didn't know the wheat seedlings they knew.

Since cotton has only been planted for a month or two, the cotton seedlings are still very small, which the Mongols can't tell. Although dorgun can't tell, he knows from the spies that all the cotton planted in Kaifeng last year and this year was cotton.

But he didn't expect that after going south for dozens of miles, except for the wheat seedlings planted in the fields, all other places were bare, not even a grass?

Is this still the rich central plains?

Why is it more barren and barren than their northeast?

This scene almost overturned everyone's yearning for the colorful world in the Central Plains.

In fact, where do they know that the weather is abnormal at the end of the Ming Dynasty, especially in recent years, Henan has not had any rain for nine months since last winter.

People dig wells to carry water to irrigate cotton. Except for several large rivers, other rivers have basically dried up long ago. Most of them burn coal briquettes and cotton stalks.

That was why Qin Huan could only choose to grow cotton. People everywhere except those near the Yellow River. Each village can only rely on a deep well to provide drinking water, and then use it to irrigate the cotton in the field. This is just going south. If you continue, the situation will only be more terrible.

"You don't have to worry. If the horses don't eat the crops in the fields, go to the villages in the four fields to eat food."

Dole rolled his big hand and said with a ferocious face.

Originally, he planned to go south for a day or two and then do it again, but now more than 200000 war horses have no food, so he can only start to destroy and rob from here.

All the tribal leaders were overjoyed. Obviously, they couldn't wait. Suddenly, 100000 Mongolian cavalry were divided into teams according to the size of each tribe and rushed to each village. They screamed one after another.

Dorgun went to Zhongmou county with 50000 Han soldiers and 5800 elite banners.

Kaifeng's population is very dense, almost five miles a village, eight miles a village and ten miles a town. In addition to the county city, there are thousands of large and small fortresses in Zhongmou county.

A fortress is actually a wall built to surround the village. At first, it was mainly to guard against the invasion of the army and the impact of the mob in the north.

The wall is about one foot high, three feet thick and almost one meter. This is the standard of each village. The Town Fort should be bigger.

At this time, more than ten thousand people in Zhongmou county had long been waiting in the fort. Although looking at the overwhelming cavalry, everyone was pale and frightened, but no one was willing to be a lamb to be slaughtered.

The young man stood behind the wall with a hoe and a firewood knife in his hand. The old and weak women and children set up a pot to burn dung in the back. The strong woman was carrying a wooden bucket and ladle and was ready to scoop up the dung in the pot and spill it out at any time.

Mongolian cavalry used to go south to Da Cao Valley in Xuanfu area of Datong all year round. They met military fort and civilian fort, but they didn't pay attention to this situation.

Because they knew that as long as one or two people were shot dead and climbed into the castle, no matter how many other Han people were, they were all lambs to be slaughtered. They didn't dare to resist except kneeling on the ground to beg for mercy.

Therefore, the 100000 cavalry are very scattered, with more than one or two hundred cavalry and less than dozens. Obviously, they want to catch all the villages in Zhongmou County, which dorgun has explained.

"Ha ha, listen to the Han people inside. Open the castle door quickly, or wait a minute!"

A group of Tartars ran to the bottom of a fortress. When they saw that the people above were ready to resist with weapons, they immediately laughed and bent their bows and arrows.

"Dog tartar, have a try!"

"Fuck, fight with them."

The men on the wall gnash their teeth one by one. While they are afraid, they hate these Tartars to the bone, and their hearts are full of anger.

In the wall, however, there was already a stench. Piles of campfires were burning. Big pots were put on them. The gold juice inside was rolling. The old man was responsible for adding water and the child was responsible for burning the fire. Although they were trembling, they were still busy.

There are only 200 people in this village, but thanks to last year's cotton harvest, they sold a lot of money. Every family has a large and a small two pots, and all kinds of iron tools such as kitchen knives, firewood knives and hoes are complete.

Even everyone has a new set of clothes, but they are reluctant to wear them at ordinary times. Since the beginning of the new year, almost every family can not be hungry and can eat salt. This kind of day was unthinkable before. In order to protect this hard-earned life, everyone plans to work hard.

The reason why the Tartars didn't attack was that they smelled the smell and the rolling smoke from the castle and knew what it was, but they couldn't scare these people, so they had to charge.

A hundred people were outside, circling around the fortress, riding and shooting arrows for cover, while the other 100 rushed up with machetes and were ready to jump directly onto the wall.

Whew, whew

I have to say that the Tartar's arrow technique is still very accurate. All the big men with their heads exposed were shot, shouted and fell down. Frightened, others quickly hid behind the wall and shouted to the women and children below: "hurry..."

The women who came back quickly scooped up a scoop of dung and handed it up. The big man took the dung scoop. The big man bowed and looked at it secretly, then suddenly stood up, poured it out with force, and roared, "give you a scoop of good things!"

"Ah..."

A tartar who had just rushed to the bottom of the wall and was ready to jump was thrown right by the hot dung. He immediately fell down and howled. The war horse also gave a neighing sound and ran around.

However, compared with people, the skin of war horses is thicker, but it hurts a little, but it won't burn the skin.

This group of Tartars is just a small tribe. Almost all the men who can carry swords and ride horses in the tribe came. The leader saw that more than ten people were attacked at once. He covered his face and cried bitterly on the ground. It was also heartbreaking. He could no longer give up his arrows and ordered the cavalry to shoot at the castle.

Although the cauldrons are set under the wall, they have to carry water, firewood and dung in the thatch pit. Inevitably, many women, old people and children are shot frequently.

For a time, the wailing and screaming continued, but not only did they not scare the men on the wall, but their eyes were red. Some people who had no time to pour dung to stop them directly threw down the Tartars and fell under the wall together.

This is doomed to be a losing battle. Tartars are not afraid of death, but very afraid of death.

The leader saw that the Han people were unusually desperate. They were as strong as crazy. How dare they continue to attack?

Even if this situation can be attacked and finally kill all the people inside, they can't accept the price.

Quickly ordered the warriors to carry the wounded, lead the horses and look elsewhere. After all, they came to make a fortune, not to work hard.

The people in this fortress are fierce and desperate, so find another one. Anyway, they don't believe it. All the fortresses are so hard to eat.

Such a scene was staged in almost the whole Zhongmou county. Many villages were broken down and finally slaughtered. However, looking at the huge casualties, all Tartars were not happy, and even had the idea of returning home.