Chapter 1259: Visiting on the Ice

At night, heavy snow fell.

In the courtyard of Chaganmulun Qianhu Suo, a blazing bonfire was lit, and the Mongolian cook began to cook dinner for the day.

They put the processed whole sheep on the fire with thick red willow branches. But one sheep is definitely not enough for two or three hundred people, and no one can stand eating barbecue all day.

So the chef cut the beef and mutton into small pieces, and put various livestock offal, beef and mutton bones, and wild grassland spices such as mountain leek flowers and Zamon flowers into the pot to stew together.

But the pot they used is quite unique. It is neither iron nor copper, but a leather pot made of a whole cowhide. It is not that the meat stewed in this way is particularly fragrant, but that their only iron pot leaked two months ago, and since then they have been using a leather pot instead.

But the leather pot must not be put on the fire. In order to eat some cooked food, the Mongolians first filled a leather pot with water, then pulled red-hot stones from the fire and threw them into the leather pot to heat them. As long as the stones were hot enough and there were enough of them, the water could indeed be boiled. But if they wanted to cook the meat thoroughly, that was out of the question.

As a result, the half-cooked beef and mutton sizzled with blood after a bite...

Captain Azhitu only took a bite, then put down the wooden bowl and cursed in frustration: "I always eat this kind of half-cooked food. Now my appetite is all ruined. I want to vomit every time I eat it."

"Alas, who said it wasn't true." Deputy Captain Lai Tu, who was standing next to him, picked the meat out of the bowl and carefully cut off the more cooked part with a knife, cursing: "Half of the people in this camp couldn't stand it and returned to Qingzhou. Guolai, this bastard, still refused to give us another pot."

"He didn't refuse to give it, he wanted a bribe. I asked his son Bu Lanxi to come." Azhitu said angrily: "In the end, that guy actually asked me for a hundred sheep before he was willing to give me a pot."

"This is blackmail! He should have been allocated to us!" Lai Tu gritted his teeth in anger "If we trade with the Han people, two cows can be exchanged for a pot! But they neither allow us to trade nor give us a pot. Why?!"

"Just to sell you a pot for a hundred sheep." Azhitu spat fiercely, "Now they can't suck the bone marrow of the Han people, so they come to suck our bone marrow!"

"Fuck!" Lai Tu stabbed the knife heavily on the wooden board and cursed, "Wait until spring and we will flee to the south and serve the Han people as dogs. We can always have a good pot!"

"Hush, keep your voice down..." Azhitu glared at him and said in a low and stern voice, "Let someone tell Guolai and arrest you. How can you go to the south?"

"I have plenty of ways!" Lai Tu also knew that Azhitu was right, but he couldn't hold his face and kept shouting stubbornly.

Before he finished speaking, he heard a terrified scream outside, followed by shouts, screams, and the sound of weapons colliding.

The two men's heads buzzed, and they quickly grabbed their knives and rushed out of the tent to check.

They saw that the outside was in chaos, and there were Ming soldiers everywhere who came out of nowhere, fighting with their men.

The Mongols were eating, and they were not mentally prepared at all. No one expected that the Ming army would come at this time, and they were stunned by the sudden attack. Many people were stabbed to the ground by the Ming army's spears before they had time to take their weapons.

But those who took weapons did not have a good ending. There were too many Ming soldiers, rushing in from all directions, like a tiger coming down the mountain, slashing at anyone they saw. A Mongolian soldier often had to face three or four Ming soldiers, how could he bear it? He was killed on the spot as soon as he met them...

The Mongolian soldiers could not resist almost instantly, and they all ran away with their heads in their hands.

Seeing this, Azhitu didn't care to think too much, and quickly ordered: "Quick, light the fire and alarm!"

Lai Tu stood there as if he didn't hear it, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Get out of the way!" Azhitu had no choice but to pick up the torch and rush towards the pile of firewood in the center of the camp.

The firewood was mixed with large pieces of grease, and the flames shot up into the sky after being lit. When the defenders on the top of Qingzhou City saw it, they knew that the enemy was coming.

Who knew that just as Azhitu rushed to the firewood pile and raised the torch, he heard a dense gunshot behind him. His back, head and thigh were hit by five or six bullets at the same time. Without a groan, he suddenly fell to the ground and the torch fell beside the firewood pile.

Several Ming soldiers came over with smoking muskets and kicked the torch away first, and then a Ming soldier stabbed Azhitu's neck with the tip of the other end of the musket. After completing the finishing blow, he stayed by the fire to prevent anyone from getting close.

At this time, the rest of the Ming soldiers also rushed to Lai Tu, but before they could make a move, Lai Tu had raised his hands and knelt down to surrender.

With one of their main generals dead and one surrendered, the Mongolian army completely lost the will to resist and followed suit, kneeling down to surrender.

Some wanted to escape in the dark, but most were stopped by the Ming army. Only a few lucky ones escaped the Ming army's search and escaped from the camp over the wall.

As soon as they landed, they saw countless Ming troops outside the camp lined up in a tight defense line, waiting for them...

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When Lan Yu walked into the Qianhu military camp, the battle was over.

Zhao Yong came over excitedly to show his merit: "How was it, did you do a pretty good job?"

"Nice, but eight of them ran away." Lan Yu said unhappily: "I told you not to let them go."

"There's nothing we can do about it. It's dark, so it's inevitable that some will slip through the net." Zhao Yong smiled awkwardly, then asked anxiously:

"Didn't they run away?"

"No, I caught them back." Lan Yu said indifferently: "Is the Qianhu here still alive?"

"The captain wanted to light a fire, so the brothers had no choice but to shoot him dead." Zhao Yong hurriedly replied, "But the deputy captain surrendered, and his attitude was very good."

"Oh? Bring him here." Lan Yu ordered.

When Lai Tu was tied up and pressed in front of Lan Yu, he was sitting by the bonfire in the yard, using a knife to cut a piece of meat from a whole lamb that was roasted at the right temperature, dipping it in the salt bag he carried with him, and eating it with relish.

"Don't you want to surrender? Explain to our general!" Zhao Yong scolded Lai Tu, and also sat next to Lan Yu, eating a piece of meat from the roasted lamb. While eating, he praised it endlessly: "The sheep on this grassland are much more delicious than our Huaixi sheep."

"Yes." Lai Tu nodded hurriedly. He spoke Shandong dialect, and was obviously a Mongolian who retreated to the grassland from the interior.

"Why do you want to surrender?" Lan Yu asked.

"I feel sick of eating roasted lamb every day..." Lai Tu answered honestly.

"Fuck..." Lan Yu immediately lost her appetite.

"Are you looking for death?!" Zhao Yong glared at Lai Tu and said, "Can't you see we are eating here? Why are you being so clever?!"