One thousand three hundred people, like ghosts in the dark night, rode on horseback and slowly moved towards the camp at the creek under the moonlight.
There are rules on the grassland. There are rules everywhere. Rules are made by people. Only those with big fists can set the rules on the grassland.
Sometimes, Leng Touqing doesn't know how big the fist of the person who sets the rules is, so Sheng Zhaojun needs to be reminded in a timely manner that his fist is still big and heavy. At least, it is not something that a small Xibu can challenge.
There are not many people in the Wolf Catching Army, most of them are new soldiers, mainly for training, and most of them are rangers from the Shencao Tribe.
The leader of the Shencao Tribe is called Baro, a Liangrong native, and he speaks Chinese very well, with a bit of a Changjing accent.
Holding a scimitar in his mouth and riding on a horse, the lean and lean Barrow kept making gestures.
This is an old cliché of the Chang Army, and both new and old soldiers can understand it. This gesture means to rush in directly and kill all those who resist, regardless of men, women, old or young.
Xu Xiaopao, who was riding with Mu Hua, looked shocked: "The rangers of the Shencao Tribe are all young men selected by each tribe. They have to kill the tribesmen?"
"Clansmen." Mu Hua hugged Xu Xiaopao's waist and said in a complex tone: "If they were regarded as clansmen, they would not be sent to the Shencao Tribe."
"What does this mean?"
A ranger from the Shencao Tribe next to him grinned: "Without our father and mother, we have no one to protect us in the tribe, so they will send us to the Shencao Tribe."
The speaker was also from Liang and spoke fluent Chinese. These words made many new recruits look pensive.
The Shencao tribe only does one thing, and that is to fight. There is no need for grazing, preparing for battles, and fighting. If you need supplies and food, you can go to each tribe to ask for them.
As the Shencao tribe that guards the water and grass pastures, they will be the first to fight once they encounter plunder from large tribes. Both the combat rate and the death rate are very high.
If you die in battle, each person who dies will lose one, so it is necessary to replenish "soldiers" from each tribe to maintain the combat effectiveness of the Shencao tribe.
Therefore, the Shencao tribe is like a death squad. As long as young people are sent here, they will die sooner or later.
So just think about it, which father and mother would send their biological son?
Therefore, most of those who were sent to the Shencao tribe were poor children who were ostracized and had no parents or relatives.
The rangers of the Shencao tribe are mainly composed of two types of people. The first type is Sheng Zhaojun's subordinates, who are also from Chang. The second type has no parents to care about and is despised by their respective tribes.
They offended the leader or leader of the tribe and were "assigned" to the Shencao tribe.
That's why the Liang Rangers of the Shencao Tribe are loyal to Sheng Zhaojun and the Han people.
Originally, their respective tribesmen would betray them or even kill them, but Sheng Zhaojun and other Chang people were different. They would treat the Liang people who joined the Shencao tribe as their brothers.
This is also the main reason why they can raise the butcher knife to destroy their original tribe at any time. They treat their nominal "common people" with no love, only hatred, just like exiled people. Those who should protect them abandoned them and exiled them.
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But these have nothing to do with the wolf-catching army. For the new soldiers, this battle is just to hone their enemy-killing skills, while for the old soldiers, it is just to see the performance of the new soldiers. In short, just kill people, who cares?
If someone is not a good person, kill him or her.
Xu Tianchen dismounted first and helped Muhua down.
"Go, my man, conquer them, kill them, like a warrior, let the blood bear witness to your bravery."
Muhua stood on tiptoes and kissed Xu Tianchen's forehead.
The old soldiers and the new soldiers were yelling angrily, with all kinds of envy, jealousy, and hatred.
Xu Tianchen drew out his long knife and mounted his horse again: "Wait for me."
"I'm here waiting for you, waiting for you forever."
There is no one chain of command, everyone does their own thing. Barrow gave a ferocious laugh, brandished his scimitar and rushed out with the rangers of the Divine Grass Division.
The Sixth Master also whistled: "Surround the camp with two wings and enter the camp from the rear. Remember, the young master only wants one thing, the head of the Xibu leader. Take the head back and present it to the young master."
The old soldiers and the new soldiers clamped their horses under the belly, grabbed their swords and started running towards both sides.
The battle began, but only a few hundred steps away, the war horses galloped into the camp in an instant.
Flames rose into the sky, and torches were thrown onto the tent, decorated with blood. The energetic young leader would eventually have to pay the price for his actions, the price of blood and fire.
There are at most three to four hundred young men, which adds up to more than a thousand people. Only a handful of them dare to mount their horses to fight.
Tonight, Xibu was not at peace. In the afternoon, the angry young man came back and had a big quarrel with the elders and the father who had abdicated.
The young leader believed that Sheng Zhaojun did not dare to do anything to them because it involved the Chang people and the high officials of the Chang Dynasty. If Sheng Zhaojun did anything to their Xibei, and this matter spread throughout the grassland, Sheng Zhaojun would become a traitor and other small tribes.
I won't follow him anymore.
It's a pity that he underestimated Sheng Zhaojun's ambition, or he overestimated the status of all Liang people in Sheng Zhaojun's heart.
For Sheng Zhaojun, as long as he has enough men and horses, he dares to directly attack the Golden Wolf King's tent, let alone some small tribes. Either follow me and commit suicide, or let you die now.
Mu Hua rode on a horse, an old horse that Chu Qing matched for her. This old horse couldn't move as fast as a donkey. It looked half-dead, like a football team that had eaten too many sea cucumbers. Not only was it weak, but it was also
Walking blindly.
There was no one around to watch over Mu Hua, but she knew that in the darkness, someone must be watching her to prevent her from escaping.
She couldn't run fast on such an old horse, and she didn't want to run, because she was concerned about someone, Xu Tianchen.
Xiaopao rushed forward very fiercely, and the rangers from the Shencao Department shouted that they would only kill those who resisted.
The people of the Xibe tribe were frightened and there were very few people who resisted.
Again, the sorrow of little people is that they are always represented, their own rights, their own destiny, their own life and death, unknowingly being represented because an arrogant young man brought death to them.
Xu Tianchen, who entered the camp from behind, used a long knife, lowered his body and lay on the horse, and rushed towards a group of Liang people who were mounting their horses.
These Liang people wanted to escape, but Xu Tianchen and several new soldiers charged side by side. The long swords passed by and four Xi tribe members fell into a pool of blood.
The new recruits shouted in unskilled sarcasm, asking where the arrogant young man was.
People fled and ran, war horses shuttled back and forth, and swords were waving.
Xu Tianchen was a pushy person. He wanted a head, the only head Chu Qing cared about, so he rushed very quickly, leaving the other recruits behind.
He finally found the person he was looking for, wearing leather armor and waving his hands, as if he was organizing the tribesmen to resist.
"Suffer death!"
With a loud roar, Xu Tianchen raised his long knife and rushed over.
Or Wen Quxing is Wen Quxing. Seeing that the two sides were getting close, Xu Tianchen was like a god descending to earth, and then...a cold arrow struck, and Xu Tianchen fell off his horse.
One person was not killed, but two others were injured. In the end, he was shot down.
Outside the camp, Mu Hua, who was waiting anxiously, suddenly felt a pain in her heart. She couldn't wait any longer, so she pinched the horse's belly hard, and then... the old horse snorted and walked slowly and leisurely towards the camp, as if taking a walk.
