Chapter 92: Annexation of the enemy troops

The confrontation between the two tribes has now reached a deadlock. The tribe leader who was beaten to death cannot bring any sense of security to the tribes.

No one spoke, only the sound of horse hooves sounded. Among the troops in the back team, someone had quietly turned his horse's head and galloped towards the distance.

They were not able to travel far. In front of them, a cavalry suddenly appeared, not wearing the clothes of the herdsmen, but the armor worn by the Liao soldiers. Such exquisite armor made them feel awe when they saw it.

Leading the more than 300 cavalrymen was Meng Yilan, wearing the costume of a girl from the Bu, and her toned body exuded a moving atmosphere of youth under the breeze.

She rode her horse across the grassland, blocked the tribes who wanted to escape, raised her bow and arrow, and shouted loudly: "Stop! Those who dare to escape will be executed immediately!"

The fluke mentality and contempt for the woman made many of the Aotu tribe continue to run forward, trying to pass through the side of the cavalry and escape back to their tribal camp.

With a whoosh, a sharp arrow shot through the shoulders of a member of the front, causing him to fall from the horse with a scream.

More cavalrymen of Hualie raised their bows and arrows, aimed at the members of the Aotu tribe in front of them, and their murderous intent flashed in their eyes, ready to shoot arrows and kill enemies who were robbing their pastures like Meng Yilan at any time.

They were galloping on the grassland, and under the command of Meng Yilan, they formed a semicircular encirclement, firmly blocking the enemy in the encirclement. Anyone who wanted to escape had to pass through them, and before that, they were confident that they would shoot him into a hornet's nest!

As several tribes tried to escape, Meng Yilan's order came loudly. Countless sharp arrows shot at them, and screams suddenly sounded. The tribes fell from the horse in an instant, and several sharp arrows fell on each of them.

The rest of the people jumped off their horses silently and threw their bows and arrows and weapons on the ground. Compared with the enemies, their weapons were far inferior. Some even had wooden sticks as weapons, even if they had the advantage of the number of people, it would be difficult to gain advantage in the battle.

Eight hundred tribes gradually jumped off their horses, stood on the grass, lowered their heads, and expressed their surrender. Now they are surrounded by the enemy, and the enemy's leader is even more powerful and fearful.

Luo Dacheng stood on the grassland and looked at them calmly.

This was his first battle with other tribes on this grassland where he was in division and quarrels.

He won.

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Under the raid of Luo Dacheng led 300 cavalry, the remaining elderly, young, women and children of the Aetu tribe had no power to resist. They were easily controlled, and the entire tribe fell into Luo Dacheng's palm.

All the people in the land, together with their property, were forced to move to the grasslands of Hualiemen. The aquatic plants here are more abundant and suitable for livestock growth. Even if they raise more, it doesn't matter.

A long fence was pulled up near the camp of Hualie's tribe. On the one hand, it prevented the wolves from attacking in the grassland, and on the other hand, it prevented the people inside from escaping.

That night, there were shrill crying sounds around the camp, but it didn't last long before it stopped in the screams of despair.

The next morning, all the newly subdued tribes looked at the dozen bodies outside the fence in silence. They were the newly surrendered old tribes. They ended up like this because they wanted to escape at night.

Timur, with twenty cavalrymen, galloping around outside the fence with bows and arrows, his eyes flashed with fierce murderous aura. For those who wanted to escape, this was the case. For him, this was a natural thing.

Luo Dacheng eliminated his enemies for him. He defeated all the Liao soldiers and gave him the opportunity to avenge his father with his own hands. He will never forget such kindness. Such a strong leader is the most admired by the grassland men who respect the strong. It is Timur's wish to be able to follow the leader, be his most loyal subordinate, and clear away all the unfaithful people for him!

Luo Dacheng stood outside the tent, looking at the tribes who were intending to escape, with a miserable and desperate expression on his face, and was speechless.

After all, it is an era of the strong prey on the weak and the region with constant disputes. If you want to gain a foothold in this place and develop and strengthen your own tribe, you can only use bloody and cruel means to build your own prestige. There is no other way.

Even the ancient saints had only this way to come here; if they wanted to convince people with kindness, they could imagine that sooner or later their bodies would be dragged behind horses and thrown on the grassland and fed to the wolf for food.

For the grassland tribes in the land of the strong, the new herders were just looking at the corpses of neighbors and companions with sadness, sighed a few times, and then took care of their own affairs.

It is not a bad thing to follow such a new leader. At least, he is stronger than the previous leader, and his soldiers are more powerful. Few people can see those exquisite armors on the grassland, let alone get hundreds of sets of sets. This is simply a huge fortune, for the grassland tribe that has always lacked iron.

Regarding the distribution of property after the war, Luo Dacheng took all the property of the Etu tribe, mainly horses and sheep, and then distributed it to the newly encamped herdsmen according to the heads. Although it was less than their original property, it was enough for them to survive.

If there are strong men at home and willing to join Luo Dacheng's army, you can get more points. One person can get two shares, which is considered a reward for their surrender. In fact, they are not allowed to join the army. Joining the tribe's army, grazing training in normal times, and whenever there is a war, they will pick up bows, arrows, swords and guns to fight against the enemies that invade tribes. This is the iron rule of every tribe on the grassland, and no one dares to disobey.

After this division, there were still many livestock and some luxury goods from Otulu, such as tea, silk, etc. These materials will be used as public property of the tribe to reward the soldiers who have made contributions in the war.

From this day on, Luo Dacheng established the meritorious system of the Hualie tribe, and the first priority was military merits.

Each soldier who participated in the battle could be divided at least two sheep according to the size of his merit. If he had merit, such as preventing the enemy from escaping, or rushing to the front when he rushed into the camp of the Yetu tribe, he could be divided into more.

The men who participated in the battle had their eyes full of excitement. They were originally just ordinary shepherds grazing on the grassland. For the strong men holding swords and guns, they had to bow down and surrender their property and life with both hands, and had no room for resistance.

Now, following this leader and participating in a not-fever battle, they can get rewards. This makes their confidence gradually grow and they begin to yearn for the next battle. If they can eliminate larger tribes and make greater contributions, will their rewards be more?

The newly enfeoffed eight hundred tribes watched them share their former possessions happily, and their eyes were filled with flames of jealousy and depression. But Luo Dacheng also clearly told them that as long as they performed well in the next battle, they would get the same reward.

After repeated battles, their property will be much more than before! Their relatives will also have a large number of livestock and live a prosperous life.

Although he was just a cake, the honest man who stopped the divine man still believed him. After all, there were so many public property in the tribe. If he made contributions in the next battle, it would not be impossible to allocate some private property as meritorious soldiers.

Whether he was willing or not, all the tribes of the Etu tribe surrendered to Luo Dacheng and became a member of the Hualie tribe. The former chief of the Etu tribe, Otulu, was generously rewarded by Luo Dacheng with a thin horse, allowing him to gallop on the grassland and go anywhere, but don't let himself see him again.

Otulu left sadly. All his property, subordinates, honors, and dreams for the future have completely disappeared. This is simply because he chose the wrong opponent and tried to annex a small tribe that was inconspicuous.

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After defeating Otulu and controlling his tribe, Luo Dacheng finally became the chief with three thousand tribes, and also had a large number of soldiers who could fight under his command.

Although it is still a small tribe, it is already a hegemony on this pasture. No one dares to challenge his authority.

Under his subordinates, all the men of appropriate age, from teenage to teenagers, were gathered together and practiced riding, shooting and sword techniques every day, and grazing was usually handed over to their wives and the elderly at this time.

Even very young boys will be taught by adults to practice riding and archery. Bows and arrows are both their toys and their weapons for survival and combat in the future. Under such rigorous training, they will move towards the goal of becoming strong warriors from a very young age.

On this day, when Luo Dacheng was teaching his subordinates how to cut their swordsmanship, Brother Su, who was responsible for collecting intelligence, suddenly came to report him that a Liao army was approaching the tribe's camp, and it seemed that he had a bad intention, and his target was his own tribe.
Chapter completed!