"War in the cold weapon age is ultimately a war of attrition. It consumes not only arrows, food, and fighting spirit, but also human lives. Whoever has a firm will, a high fighting spirit, and advanced equipment will be able to persist until the end.
victory."
This was the old professor's point of view, and Ye An believed it. In his opinion, the current war completely fulfilled the professor's words. In the final analysis, what was consumed was life.
Compared with life, other consumed things are worthless.
Any problem that can be solved with money is not a problem for the Song Dynasty at present. The consumption of arrows can be replenished from cleaning the battlefield. The same is true for the wear and tear of armor. Only when life disappears will it not reappear.
If not a single soldier dies, for the Song Dynasty, it means the death of a young man, which weakens the country's strength. For the family, it is equivalent to losing everything.
Even though Ye An tried his best to preserve his fighting power, casualties were still inevitable. The Xiqiang people had been defeated, but Cao Yi was furious in the army and cursed the defenders of Mubo Town: "Cowardly people."
!Why didn’t the enemy go out of the city to pursue them after they were defeated?! This way, the enemy would surely be killed and a lot of gains would be made!”
Chen Lin also frowned and stared at Mubo Town. The situation at the moment was very clear. The Xiqiang people had begun to rout. Some panicked Xiqiang rebels even fled through the scope of Mubo Town. However, this large town had
The city gates were still closed, and not a single soldier came out.
Although Ye An had doubts in his mind, he did not jump to conclusions. Perhaps the defenders in Mubo Town also had their own difficulties. At this time, the priority was to pursue the enemy and capture the leader.
A sharp whistle pierced the sky, and loud arrows whizzed past. The Song Army's cavalry immediately began to gather and charge. They had only one goal, to pursue the leader of the enemy chieftain!
When the cavalry returned to the central army again, behind the horses was a man running staggeringly on the ground with disheveled hair. When Zihe Mingling saw the man, he exclaimed: "The young master of the Baima family?!" But after saying that
He regretted it, and Song Jun next to him immediately reported to the devilish young man...
Baima Chiri is the youngest son of Baima Ulan, the leader of the Baima tribe of Xiqiang. Because of his love for him, Baima Ulan allowed him to plunder Huanzhou. After the soldiers of the Anhua Army broke through the enemy formation, they found him on the Chinese army's bullock cart.
A group of women, all with numb eyes, were indifferent even if they were rescued by the Song army.
He just sat on the ground in the middle army and looked blankly at the unfamiliar military camps around him, as well as the Song Army soldiers who couldn't bear to look at this scene.
Ye An walked up to Zihe Xiuling and smiled solemnly: "He is the young master of the White Horse Tribe? It seems that I caught a big fish! I also want to thank you for being such a small fish."
Although I knew that Ye An was often called Ye Hou in the army, I didn't expect that he was really a marquis? Grandpa Tian, how old is he and he is already the founding marquis of the Song Dynasty?!
"I advise you to let him go. The White Horse Tribe is one of the five most powerful tribes in Xiqiang. We have a large number of people and countless war horses!"
Cao Yi was furious: "You are a fucking prisoner, how dare you threaten us?!"
Ye An raised his eyebrows: "What good will it do to me if I let him go?"
Zihe Ling smiled: "Don't the Song Kingdom want to put an end to the Xiqiang rebellion earlier? Only after stabilizing Huanzhou can we deter the party members from going south. If the people of the White Horse Tribe know that you killed their young master,
, Honorable Marquis, do you think Huanzhou can be stabilized earlier? It is definitely impossible to get the support of the Baima Department. Even if the Song Dynasty gives more rewards, Baima Wulan will not compromise!"
Canglang…………Poof…………
Zihe Ling stared blankly at the bleeding long sword. The blood instantly slipped from the sword's edge, like raindrops falling on a lotus leaf, and hit the ground bit by bit. The laughing expression remained on Baima Xuri's young face.
, but with a stiff smile, he drew an arc in the air and then fell to the ground. Blood spurted out and dyed the young man's armor red.
Raising his hand to wipe the blood on the sword, Ye An smiled contemptuously: "It's amazing how many people there are? How many people are there with my Han family? How big is the power? With millions of states in the southeast?! How can I, the Song Dynasty, come to the Han family to be the same as Zhengshuo?
The rebels compromised?!"
The young man, with blood armor, bold words, and great ambitions, the officers and soldiers of the Chinese army burst into cheers in vain when they saw this scene: "Ye Hou is mighty!"
Cao Yi and Chen Lin were equally shocked. In their opinion, the shrewd Ye An would use him to exchange chips with the Baima Xiqiang tribe after learning the identity of Baima Xuri, and even threaten them to help the Song Dynasty. Who would have thought that Ye An would
The sword then beheaded the white horse Xuri.
Zi Heling was stunned for a moment and then looked at Ye An strangely and said: "Ye Hou killed the chieftain with one sword, which is so powerful, but it will only arouse the anger of the White Horse Department!"
Ye An has been carefully observing the expression of Zihe Xiling. From the eyes of the leader of the Zihe tribe, Ye An saw sadness and misery, but this should not appear in him.
"How is the relationship between the Baima Tribe and the Zihe Tribe? I heard that you are family friends! I have a good idea. If your Zihe Tribe is willing to support us in the Song Dynasty, when the Baima Tribe is destroyed, all its land and population will belong to you.
How about everything Zihebu?!"
Zihe Xiling was stunned for a moment, and looked at Ye An in disbelief. After seeing the sincerity in his eyes, he was not happy, but shouted in horror: "You are a demon general who deceives people! God Menggexi will burn you."
heart of!"
The ear-piercing screams made Ye An couldn't help but pick his ears. Looking at the frightened Zihe Xiling, he suddenly smiled and said: "Demon general? How can I have a heart since I am a demon general?! My heart has already been destroyed by you Xiqiang."
It was ignited by the barbaric slaughter of human beings, and now only the blood of your Xiqiang people can extinguish the fire in my heart!!"
"Ah! Go away, Demon General! Kill me! Kill me!"
Cao Yi and Chen Lin looked at the scene in front of them with horror. They wanted to swallow, but found that their lips had become dry at some point. Then they came back to their senses and looked at each other with fury behind their backs.
"Sir, is this kid really a demon general? I heard that the ancestors of Xiqiang were chased by demon generals, and finally had to be helped by immortals..."
"Why is Xiangqing suffering from hysteria during the day! He, Ye An, is a son-in-law of my Han family, how could he be the devil general of the Xiqiang people?! But this kid's ability to drive people crazy with just a few words is really frightening..."
Cao Yi nodded with deep understanding and said: "That's right, don't tell me that this kid has an evil spirit in him. It would be frightening to see a family that has been dealing with weapons all the time."
Ye An regretted not controlling himself, but when he saw those Han women lying on the ground with no clothes on and scars all over their bodies, the anger in his heart burned again. He quietly stared at the crazy-looking Zihe Mingling and said: "
Don't act crazy in front of me, it won't work! I want you to watch the Xiqiang people go to destruction. I will not let go of any Xiqiang people who do evil in Huanzhou! The first one to bear the brunt is your son Hebu!
"
Zihe Mingling's crazy look suddenly froze, his eyes fixed on Ye An: "Why!!"
"Because of you! I don't care whose hands are covered with the blood of the Han family, or whose hands are clean. As long as they are from your Zihe tribe, I will target them. Even if I don't kill them all, I won't.
It will turn them into the lowest existence and be enslaved by others for generations!”
This time Zi Heling finally revealed the fear deep in his heart, his pupils constantly trembling: "What do you want!"