Siberia was too remote. In the 17th century, it was almost the same as a corner forgotten by the world. For people east of the Ural Mountains, no one looked there at all.

For the Rakshasa people and Tatars who are fighting on the Rakshasa Plain, only the cities and fortresses on the Rakshasa Plain are the land they are fighting for.

With a deafening explosion sounded, the city wall made of bluestone was torn a few feet wide by thousands of kilograms of gunpowder during the violent blasting operation. The broken limbs and broken arms were everywhere on the blown walls. Blood-stained limbs were scattered among the broken walls, like piles of animal internal organs pouring down the ground.

"Kill..."

Thousands of Mongolian soldiers rushed up like crazy and rushed into the city.

These Mongolian soldiers were wearing bright and breastplate, holding sharp swords in their hands. As they poured in, there were rapid shouts of killing everywhere on the city walls and in the city, and more of the shouts of despair.

The beast was roaring happily, and the wrath of the beast when it was dying echoed in the air.

"The Tatars have entered the city! The Tatars have attacked Cheboksat..."

The moment the city broke, the people in the city ran in horror. As they stumbled and ran away, the Mongolians wearing breastplate behind them were waving their machetes and slashing the civilians wantonly.

While innocent civilians were chopped and fell to the ground, Mongolians sent to the city snatched property everywhere, raped women, snatched children from their mother's arms, and threw them hard onto the wall... Time seemed to have retreated for hundreds of years at this moment.

Just like when the ancestors of these people came here from the Mongolian grassland hundreds of years ago, they once again brought the fear of death to this land...

Killing and destruction.

It is the only mark these people have brought to this land.

Faced with such killings, listening to the crying sounds coming from the city, Tong Shizhang seemed to understand why until now, the Ming Dynasty has not forgotten the painful memories that Jiannu brought to the Ming Dynasty.

How can you forget such a sin?

Although he was a Jurchen on the surface, he was still a Han person in his bones, but he had to integrate himself into it, plunder and massacre, and he had to do it like other Jurchens.

Moreover, for "Mongolia", looting is also the foundation for maintaining combat power.

Because for the "Great Mongolia", looting itself is their tradition. In the eyes of every soldier of the "Ten Mongolian Banners", "robbing the West" is the foundation for their life.

Grab the West!

They can grab women, slaves, fur, gold and silver in Sid.

Such "tradition" is not available now. As early as decades ago, when Dorgon was still a Jurchen, the Qing Dynasty relied on "robbing the West" to maintain its combat effectiveness. They relied on robbery to ensure that the robber gang would continue to maintain. When they could not obtain wealth through robbery, the end of the Qing Dynasty came.

But at that time, it was not the Rakshasa people who were hunted but the Han people. It was not the Rakshasa people who were robbed in the west, but the Ming Dynasty.

...

Bayar, who was standing by, didn't know what Tong Shizhang felt. He was just thinking about how many women he could get in this battle. For the Mongolians, all this was a natural thing. The strong are kings and the weak are slaves. This is the law of nature. Even Bayar sometimes felt that he was not as decisive as his ancestors, and his ancestors would definitely slaughter the city after they broke the city.

And what about him?

That is to say, they just kill those men. As for women, they will be sold directly to slave traders. Those women can be sold at high prices in the Ming Dynasty. Even if they are here, a woman can sell them for ten taels of silver.

A woman is ten taels.

Tens of thousands of women, that's more than one hundred thousand taels of silver! So, you have to show mercy to these Rakshasa women!

These women are there, and they are clearly silver dollars from the Ming Dynasty!

Just as the two generals were thinking about their thoughts, the Mongolian soldiers there were already tying up teams of women, and many of the women were dressed in rags, but they barely wrapped their bodies.

Seeing this, Bayar complained loudly.

"He's all, you don't know. Only the eldest daughter can sell it at a price. These prodigal sons and a group of dog slaves who don't know anything..."

Obviously, after Bayar saw those women being harmed by their slaves, he naturally felt heartbroken about his money. Those slave traders would all be very low.

What's older?

What's scars on your body?

What's the end of the wall?

In short, they can find a thousand reasons to lower the price, ten taels of silver... and finally they can give five or six taels of silver, which is all blessing from the Buddha.

When Bayar was heartbroken that the white silver had disappeared, someone escorted a group of prisoners over there to come to them.

"General, what should we do with these prisoners?"

Bayar, who was heartbroken with silver, was somewhat impatient and pointed at the prisoners and asked:

"What happened to these people?"

"To my words, these are Cossacks who defend the city. These guys are really desperate to fight and would rather die than surrender..."

"If you don't want to surrender, you can keep it for nothing and chop it up."

Bayar waved his hand in disgust.

"Yes, I'll do it now."

Tong Shizhang did not stop Bayar's decision. The Khan over there had long issued a secret order to kill the Cossacks as much as possible without leaving any living habits.

Why do this?

It’s not because there are many Cossacks! Even though Cossacks have become loyal to Da Khan now, Da Khan is still worried about them...!

Who made them crowded?

"The Hulu is really a tiger or wolf..."

Just when this thought arose in Tong Shizhang's mind, Bayar beside him asked.

"What are Brother Tong thinking?"

"What do you think?"

Tong Shizhang glanced at the group of women not far away, looking at the graceful figures of those women. But he saw him saying with interest:

"Of course I'm thinking about them!"

Then he pointed at several of the young women and said with a smile.

"Brother Ba, look at these Rakshasa girls, they are so beautiful. Look at this figure, look like a heifer."

After staring at those women for a few years, Bayar's eyes flashed with the unique desires of men, and then turned to Tong Shizhang and asked:

"Yeah, it's not, it's like a heifer. Look at this figure, it makes people drool. Brother Tong, why don't we try it together today?"

"Haha, my brother said this to me. I mean it too!"

Tong Shizhang laughed.

Then he strode to the pile of women tied over there, grabbed a younger girl with a handful, and said in the girl's ear:
Chapter completed!