In the late Ming Dynasty, rising from the grassland

Chapter 49
"Han brothers above, we don't have weapons. We were forced here by the Tatars. Don't shoot arrows..."

"Please, for the sake of seeing that everyone is Han..."

When the Han slaves at the head saw that the defenders on the wall were also Han people, they were overjoyed and shouted quickly, regardless of whether the Tatars behind them understood or not.

However, Lin Rui did not release the arrow, but raised his arm, and saw logs one foot long and as thick as a head being thrown directly from the wall more than one foot high.

The obstacles on the slope had long been cleared. At this moment, hundreds of logs were thrown down from a high position and rolled down the hillside with a rumble.

For a moment it was simply shaking.

"Ah, run quickly!"

"Mother..."

"oops…"

The Han slaves before the attack were immediately frightened by this scene, and when they realized what they were doing, they turned around and ran away.

However, there were still many people who were left behind who were overtaken by the wood and knocked directly to the ground. Some were even hit by the wood and rolled down continuously.

At first, the Mongolian Tatars behind wanted to stop them and shoot arrows at the fleeing people. However, they were attacked by the panicked Han slaves and had to flee with them. Many of them dropped their bows and arrows.

As for the two hundred Houjin Tatars at the back, they had already retreated after seeing something bad.

It didn't stop until all the thrown wood rolled to the bottom of the valley. The Han slaves and Mongol Tatars who escaped were all so frightened that they collapsed on the ground.

The hillside was full of painful wails, and discarded shields, wooden ladders, bows and arrows.

In just one blow, at least two to three hundred people were killed and injured.

Except for a dozen Mongolian Tatars, the others were all Han slaves who rushed ahead.

Seeing this scene, Lin Rui on the wall was not happy at all, and the others also felt uncomfortable, but there was nothing they could do about it.

"Gouwa, take some people down and bring back the wounded nearby."

Seeing that the Tatars and Han people in the valley were in a mess, and there were obviously many people alive on the hillside, Lin Rui's eyes lit up and he immediately gave instructions to Gou Wa.

"It's your son."

Gou Wa ordered a group of people, opened the gate of the village and rushed out. Then the two of them worked together to carry the groaning Han slaves and hurried back.

Yue Tuo, who was angry at the foot of the mountain, naturally saw this scene and immediately organized another thousand Han slaves and five hundred Mongolian Tatars to continue charging.

Although the second batch of Han slaves were scared to death, after being killed several times in a row, they had no choice but to rush upward, picking up the discarded shields and wooden ladders as they passed by.

"The other party is charging at me again. Stop saving people."

Seeing this, Lin Rui had no choice but to order Gou Wa to bring someone back.

However, dozens of people were still brought back.

Zhang Xiuying and dozens of women had been waiting at the entrance of the village for a long time. Almost as soon as the wounded were carried in, they took over and carried them to the house behind for treatment.

But this time, due to a delay in rescuing people, the second batch of Han slaves almost rushed to the wall in one breath. The Tatars behind also bent their bows and shot arrows at the wall.

"Throw it to me again!"

Lin Rui gave the order ruthlessly again, and everyone hiding behind the wall lifted the wood and threw it down.

"what!"

"Oops..." This time, hundreds of people were directly hit by the wood. The others immediately dispersed, dropped their things, and rushed downwards.

The Mongolian Tatars did not dare to stop them this time. They also turned around and ran away. However, because they were too close this time, they were killed and dozens of people were injured in the end.

As for the thousand Han slaves, more than half were killed or injured. The steep slope, which was more than 100 meters long and more than 300 meters wide, was covered with dense corpses, wounded people and wood.

All the Mongolian chiefs were frightened. Yue Tuo's face was as black as coal, and his heart sank to the bottom. He didn't expect that this group of Han people had prepared so much wood. How could they attack such a steep slope?
Lin Rui also immediately ordered the door to be opened for rescue, but he only rescued those above halfway up the mountain, but did not dare to rescue the wounded below.

After all, the archery skills of the Mongolian Tartars and the Houjin Tartars were not invented. Although he coveted these wounded people, he would not risk his own life to save them.

Seeing that the other party had no intention of attacking again this time, Lin Rui said to Mrs. Niu: "You keep watching here, I'll go and take a look from behind. If the Tatars still attack like before, just wait for them to rush in and continue throwing." If the wood is from the Mongolian Tatars or the Houjin Tatars, just serve them with bows and arrows!"

In the dozens of large pots under the wall, the manure had been boiling hot for a long time, but Lin Rui did not use it to deal with the Han people, or even shoot them with arrows.

After all, compared to dung and bows and arrows, although rolling logs are more lethal, they can scare them away immediately, which can actually reduce casualties to a minimum.

Lin Rui got off the wall, and as soon as he came to the back, the howls like killing pigs reached his ears one after another.

In the small square of the village, there were more than 200 wounded people lying down. Dozens of women were scurrying around the wounded people, and they couldn't handle them at all. Zhang Xiuying on the side could only worry.

"Son..."

"Treat those with external injuries first." Lin Rui ordered and rolled up his sleeves to join the rescue.

Most of the more than 200 injured people were hit by wood, with broken bones and tendons, and some fell down and were stepped on by others.

If there were wounds or bleeding, just clean the wounds with warm water and then wrap them with clean cloth.

And those who obviously had internal injuries or broken bones could only be carried to the bed in the house and allowed to carry themselves.

Therefore, it only took half an hour to deal with more than 200 wounded people. Except for the house where Na Mu Zhong was imprisoned and the house where supplies were stored, all other houses were filled.

As for the sixty Tatar prisoners, their hands had been tied long ago and they were tied up in a small valley at the back. Lin Rui only left five people to guard them to prevent them from starving to death or thirsting to death.

"Don't be afraid, don't be nervous, we are all Han too."

"There was nothing we could do at the time. Don't blame us for killing us. If you want to blame, blame the Tatars."

"Your injury is not serious. You will recover after a period of rest. During this period, I will arrange for someone to take care of you."

"Thank you, sir."

Lin Rui went from room to room to comfort the wounded, while also paying attention to their reactions. He did not want to play out the story of the farmer and the snake.

Fortunately, these injured people are not stupid. As long as they are awake, their faces are full of gratitude.

This made Lin Rui feel a lot more comfortable, and he felt that it was worth the risk to carry them back.

"Sir, although there are no wounds on many people's bodies, their internal organs are obviously injured. We have neither doctors nor medicine here. I'm afraid those who will survive in the end..."

After comforting the wounded, Zhang Xiuying whispered with a sad look on her face.

"Hey! What we can do now is to take good care of them. As for how much we can survive in the end, we just have to do our best and listen to fate!"

Lin Rui also sighed and waved his hands.

He naturally wanted to save these more than 200 people. After all, these were more than 200 strong men, and once they survived, they would be very grateful to them, which would greatly enhance their strength. However, what they lacked most was doctors and herbs.

In the entire camp, except for him who knew some common sense trauma knowledge, everyone else knew nothing about it.

(End of this chapter)