Huo Du, covered in blood, knelt outside the camp and looked at Yang Xuan approaching in despair.
His plan is brilliant!
And it worked.
He is about to become the leader of the remnants of Vashe!
But at this moment, Yang Gou came.
Yang Xuan pointed to the camp, and behind him, Wu Shunze shouted: "Sima has an order, check it out!"
Groups of cavalry rushed into the camp, and the women came out of the hood, disheveled, and looked at them blankly.
Those tribal warriors who had just experienced a brutal fight were unable to lower their hands at this moment. Facing such a powerful new enemy, they seemed unable to lift the long sword in their hands anymore.
"Sima, more than five hundred people were killed or injured."
Wu Shunze opened his mouth and was surprised. Yang Xuan even saw a hole in his big tooth.
The dog said, you must have eaten too much candy.
"There were more than five hundred Kibo Rangers, a force that no one dares to underestimate anywhere, but they were killed here. Lang Jun, this person is not ordinary."
The old thief whispered.
Yang Xuan nodded and asked: "How to kill them all?"
Huodu said: "Use women as bait."
Damn it!
Throw your own woman out as bait, tsk tsk!
Who could do such a thing?
Yang Xuan asked: "Where is your woman?"
"Let's go." Huo Du grinned.
He stood two steps away from Yang Xuan and suddenly asked: "What will Yang Sima do to us?"
"I really want to set you free, but no one has ever been free on the grassland. Even your so-called Khan has a master in Tanzhou."
Yang Xuan thought that the emperor's uncle was very interesting. He had three dogs, but he only knew how to ask for them.
His body suddenly shook.
Damn it!
What would happen if He Lianchun showed kindness and power to the three major groups at the same time, or if he showed kindness frequently?
The three major ministries became more and more determined, and then the emperor's uncle's power expanded rapidly...
Then Ning Xing's army was estimated to be not far from Tanzhou. Helian Feng was very happy to kill the emperor's uncle whom he had always wanted to kill but could not find an excuse.
It turns out that the emperor's greed is also a means of survival!
This is great wisdom!
Yang Xuan feels that these reflections are a way of learning. It is impossible for people to cover everything and know everything. That is not a human being, but a god.
But he can think of the emperor's uncle's methods, so he will be a little more confident the next time a sword and gun meet.
Yang Xuan was thinking about these things, and Huo Du, who was beside him, looked over with a humble smile and a pleading look. He took a few steps forward, and the guard beside Yang Xuan immediately pressed his hand on the handle of the knife.
Huo Du knelt down and said, "I have a request."
The guards breathed a sigh of relief.
"explain!"
Yang Xuan felt that the person in front of him could be considered a talent.
"The villain has a son, and I beg Yang Sima to take him as his bodyguard."
This is a prairie practice... After subduing a tribe, if you admire the leader, then keep his children with you. On the one hand, they are hostages, and on the other hand, you can also be a favor.
Use both soft and hard methods.
But Yang Xuan felt it was inappropriate.
What if that kid comes in at night?
Suzaku also has no cameras or access control system.
Furthermore, he is not as bold and bold as the leader of the grassland. He works in a tent by himself, surrounded by a group of guards listening to the wall.
But Yang Xuan immediately thought of another thing.
Even if it doesn't work well, this is also a method.
Just like when he was in the brothel in Chang'an.
The leader sat on the edge, playing with his fingers boredly, and casually said: "Call yourself."
When people outside hear the cry, they will subconsciously feel that the leader is still very powerful and should not be underestimated.
Damn it!
When did women become strategic tools?
Yang Xuan felt that he would not need to use such means to prove his bravery within forty years, so he opened his mouth and was prepared to decline politely.
"Sima..."
Huo Du raised his head, half-smiling, his whole back suddenly arched, and he kicked the ground with both feet.
The person jumped up.
At some point, a short knife lay in his hand.
"Your mother, who searched her body!" Wu Da was cursing, but did not take action.
Yang Xuan didn't move, but looked at Huo Du with pity, "Why bother!"
How could he not be prepared for an assassination after being brutally baptized by Liao Jin and endured humiliation by the emperor's uncle? Huo Du's surprise attack was commendable for his courage, but it was more like a child's play.
Huo Du couldn't help but feel ecstatic when he saw that no one moved.
At this moment, he was like a losing gambler. He wanted to make a comeback. His only hope was to control Yang Xuan and then use Yang Xuan to force the Tang army to retreat.
Seeing Yang Xuan right in front of him, he stretched out his right hand, preparing to put the short knife on his neck.
A slap suddenly appeared.
"Boy, don't slap me to death."
"oh!"
"Crack!"
Just like swatting a fly, Wang Laoer slapped Huo Du away.
Huodu tilted his neck to the right side and looked at the sky desperately. His ears were buzzing, but sounds could be heard on the other side.
The sky is hazy.
It will probably snow in half a month at most.
After it snows, those tribes will huddle in the camp for the winter, eating only some food every day to sustain their lives, and will not move as much as possible.
Even pooping will save energy, so try to poop as little as possible.
A face appeared in his sight.
"Who is complicit with you?"
Those men and women were trembling all over.
As long as Huodu opens his mouth, whoever he points at will die.
Yang Gou's reputation on this grassland is not only based on his military exploits, but also on his killings.
Moreover, Huodu can use this opportunity to shirk the blame and maybe save his life.
Huo Du lay there, looked at the tribesmen, and suddenly smiled.
Everyone was trembling as if they were standing naked on the snow.
"I'm alone!"
"Why?"
"Not convinced."
"Who are you dissatisfied with?"
Huo Du looked at the sky and felt it was a bit dazzling, "What a thief!"
The guard turned around and said, "Master."
Yang Xuan said calmly: "Then send him to talk to God."
Huo Du looked at Heng Dao approaching with a smile.
He moaned comfortably: "It's over."
No one dares to challenge the Basic Wave Department, but I do!
I even killed hundreds of elite members of the Basic Wave Department.
No one dares to do something to Yang Gou, I dare!
It just failed.
But I did!
Then I didn’t come to this damn world in vain!
The light of the knife flashed.
As if there was some tacit understanding, after Huo Du's head was dislocated, the people of this small tribe slowly knelt down.
"Meet the master."
The old thief coughed dryly and said, "Mr. Lang, how about you accept it?"
Yang Xuan shook his head, "The old man will beat me to death."
Yang Xuan had a clear idea of what he could and could not accept.
"Liu Shijun is a good man." The old thief knew clearly from the outside that he had affection for his husband, so he thought he could take advantage of him.
"Friendship will be damaged." Yang Xuan didn't want to waste his friendship in such a place.
"What about this tribe?"
None of my business!
Yang Xuan almost blurted out.
He turned back to the baggage train.
Yeluxi was in a daze.
This stick has seemed a little depressed since his return.
And he has always resisted integrating into Wu Da and others. Is this because he misses Bei Liao?
Yang Xuan didn't think so, it should be melancholy.
A general who once had a promising future became a slave because of a single oversight, and his family became cannon fodder, needless to say.
He is not despairing at this moment, which means he has a strong character.
Yang Xuan's heart moved and he waved.
"Master." Yeluxi cheered up.
"What do you want to do in the future?"
The old thief stared at Yelu Xi from the other side. Wang Laoer asked, "Why are you staring at him?"
"When a person changes from a general who rules an army to a servant, he will definitely be unwilling to accept it. He will keep a close eye on him. Whenever he reveals something inappropriate to Mr. Lang..."
"Just slap him to death."
“Be classy!”
"How to do it?"
"One knife kills the owl."
"It's bloody and ugly."
Over there, Yeluxi raised his head blankly, "I don't know what I mean, I just let my master tell me."
If he said he was loyal to his master, Yang Xuan felt that this person should be thrown into the group of people like Wu Da and let him act all day long. Maybe he would become an actor in countless years.
Yang Xuan hesitated for a moment, but still expressed his thoughts, "I need someone to gather the remnants of the Waxie tribe here and lead them to become the third tribe on this grassland. Do you think you might be able to share my worries?"
Yeluxi raised his head in shock, and Uda shouted: "Discourteous!"
As a servant, it is rude to look at your master.
"No problem!" Yang Xuan was thinking of Uncle Liu Huang and imitating that kind smile.
Yeluxi lowered his head, "Young man... you can!"
Between being a servant and being a leader, there is no doubt that he will choose to be the leader.
He had always dreamed of leading an army to fight again, and now the opportunity presented itself.
He knelt down and kissed Yang Xuan's boots.
"Heaven testifies that this villain will be the slave of his master in this life. If he violates this oath, he will never enter reincarnation."
"stand up."
Yang Xuan patted him on the shoulder, "I can give you weapons, and if you encounter the Jibo army, I can also help contain it, but I want you to be firmly nailed here and wait for my call. Do you understand?"
The old thief's body was shaken.
"Old thief, why are you shaking?"
"nothing!"
Yeluxi suddenly pulled out his short sword, and Wang Laoer flew towards him. The sword was unsheathed, but Yang Xuan slapped him away.
Should I block or not?
Wang Laoer hesitated for a moment, but finally decided not to resist.
So in the eyes of outsiders, the slap man was slapped away by Yang Xuan.
Someone praised: "Lang Jun is good at cultivation!"
Yeluxi raised the dagger, stabbed it into his cheek, and then slowly drew it across his face.
Blood continued to overflow, and the knife edge was opened to both sides, exposing flesh and blood.
Somewhat whitish.
The knife went from the left side of the face to the right side of the face, avoiding the nose.
Yang Xuan breathed a sigh of relief.
The nose is made of brittle bones. If Yeluxi had just scratched it with his hand, he would have to rely on air leakage to breathe in the future.
The dagger fell to the ground, and Yeluxi knelt down again.
"I know your loyalty." Yang Xuan leaned over and patted his back. He couldn't help but think of Uncle Liu Huang again. Unfortunately, he didn't have an Adou in his hand, otherwise he could win people's hearts.
"Master, don't worry."
Yang Xuan nodded, "I'll leave ten guards to help you. It's a good job. A bright future lies ahead."
"Master, please give me a name."
Naturally, the name Yeluxi can no longer be used...
Yang Xuan's heart moved slightly, "Let's call him Xin Wuji!"
"Yes, the villain will be called Xin Wuji from now on." Yeluxi looked up and saw the old thief looking at him with more envy in his eyes, and couldn't help but be shocked.
Lang Jun wants to fight against rebellion. If Yelvxi remains loyal and loyal, he will be able to successfully fight against rebellion in the future, and he will definitely have the position of a general.
A thousand rides away.
The people of the small tribe were very happy.
"Pack up your things." The old man came forward and organized everyone to clean up the camp.
Not long after, more than ten riders arrived.
Ye Luxi, no, Xin Wuji looked at the tribesmen on horseback and said in a deep voice: "Follow me, I will take you to eat meat and enjoy the blessings, who is not convinced?!"
At this moment, the small tribe no longer has the heart to fight.
But still more than ten people raised their hands.
Xin Wuji rushed forward alone.
The leader was decapitated with a knife, and the others were knocked off their horses.
Everyone was frightened.
Xin Wuji said to the guards behind him, "They can also accept the challenge!"
This time only two men came.
But they are all warriors in small tribes.
A guard stepped forward.
Easily defeated.
The logic of the grassland is that simple, the strong is king!
Everyone was silent.
"Whoever is dissatisfied can leave," Xin Wuji said.
More than ten people raised their hands.
Xin Wuji nodded, "Let's go."
More than ten people drove away in a cart.
Xin Wuji said calmly: "Catch up and kill them all."
Ten guards leaped away on horseback.
After a while he came back and found more than ten heads.
Xin Wuji looked at the tribesmen, "Who else wants to leave?"
An old man knelt down tremblingly, "I've seen the leader."
Only such a powerful and ruthless leader can ensure their survival in the cruel jungle-like grassland!
Xin Wuji stood in front of them, the blood on his face had stopped, and he looked quite terrifying.
"Gather the troops and I will take you to find the cattle, sheep and population!"
…
King Wei and Li Han, with two hundred cavalry, were surrounding a small tribe.
"They refused to surrender." Xie Ji reported.
The people of the small tribe were armed with swords, guns, bows and arrows, and the hedgehogs gathered near the camp. The atmosphere of sorrow and anger could be felt from a long distance away.
Li Han said: "Let's attack! But before that, we can pretend to be leaving."
King Wei looked at him, "Why?"
Li Han said: "They are extremely nervous at the moment, but they share the same enemy. As soon as we leave, they will relax. Once this person relaxes, it will be difficult to cheer up. In this way, it can be defeated with one blow."
King Wei frowned, "Such a simple thing requires such euphemistic means."
Li Han smiled and said, "If you can use strategy, you don't need brute force. I didn't tell you."
But King Wei's slap still fell on his shoulder.
"Let's go!" Li Han's body stretched and fell on the horse, stretched and fell again.
Then the two hundred riders disappeared into the distance.
"They're gone, hahahaha!"
The people of the small tribe immediately relaxed.
The weather is getting cold, so everyone has retreated into their tents, either dazing around or playing with their children.
There are also people who beat their wives when they have nothing to do, but for other reasons.
Just as the gentle breeze was blowing, someone screamed outside.
"Enemy attack!"
The two hundred cavalry were like a gust of wind, sweeping through this small tribe that had just relaxed.
"There are a lot of cattle and sheep!" Xie Ji said with a smile, "Let's go back and have some barbecue."
A black line appeared in the distance.
"Sima is here."
King Wei scolded: "What a dog said! He came here, how do you calculate my merits?"
Li Han smiled slightly, holding a mulberry tail in his hand, and said calmly: "What the king wants is fame, there is no need to care about merit."
"It's Yang Gou!" The elder of the small tribe smiled bitterly, "This man is ruthless and ruthless. We are afraid that we will die."
"Why did he kill us?"
"Yang Gou is a bloodthirsty man. If he kills people, why should he accumulate wealth in the capital?"
"We're fucked."
"Yang Gou, you must die a happy death!"
The desperate shepherds were shouting and cursing.
As soon as Yang Xuan arrived, he immediately took over the scene.
"10% of the cattle and sheep are used as supplies."
What?
Even Li Han thought Yang Xuan was crazy.
"Do you want to be a saint? A saint is not as kind as you when he is hungry and crazy."
Yang Xuan said pitifully: "Winter is coming, and if we lose our cattle and sheep, they will starve to death on the grassland. Jianming, please stop killing, or you will have children without dermatitis in the future."
Li Han laughed angrily, "You have killed countless people, but my hands are clean."
"Stop blabbering and let's go. I'll take you and others to rob the Kibo people."
"Where are the Kibo people and what do they have?"
"Those dogs have robbed a lot of cattle and sheep, and they are so fat that they are dripping with oil."
The people of the small tribe were already desperate, but they didn't expect Yang Gou to be so kind.
"Respected Yang Gou, no, respected Yang Sima!"
The elder kowtowed to the back of the respected Boss Yang, "Whoever dares to say that Yang Sima is a Yang dog in the future, I will kill him!"
Everyone knelt down and thanked him.
In my heart, an emotion called gratitude is surging.
"Three sticks of incense every day." Someone suggested.
"That's a good idea." The elder said approvingly: "With Vashe gone, it's time for us to find a god to worship, and Yang Sima is very suitable."
"What is that?" Someone pointed to the right.
Hundreds of riders are coming in a hurry.
"Enemy attack!"
It was a clean raid.
After the war, the victors were searching for the spoils of war.
"Are you leaving?" someone asked.
The captives kneeling aside were ecstatic, "Do you want us?"
The man nodded, "The leader is kind and willing to take you with him."
Everyone knelt down and shouted: "Thank you so much, chief."
The elder felt that today was too exciting and his heart couldn't bear it.
He stood up and walked over, respectfully asking: "May I ask the leader's name?"
The leader who was standing with his back turned around slowly, with a bloody stab wound on his face.