"These Da Yuezhi people are just a bunch of lambs waiting to be slaughtered. I really didn't expect that they would degenerate like this in just ten years. It seems that not only the head of the Da Yuezhi King was chopped off, but also the head of the Da Yuezhi King. They have the blood of these guys!”
Yi Zhixie never expected that they would win so easily, just like chopping melons and vegetables.
The victory came too suddenly. You must know that the Dayue clan and the Huns were fierce enemies back then, and there was a feud between the two clans. This hatred had lasted for hundreds of years.
Over the years, the two tribes have always had their own victories and defeats in the history. However, decades ago, the old Shanyu chopped off the head of the King of the Dayue clan and made it into a wine vessel. These Dayue clan people began to Each generation is worse than the last.
Before the original attack, Yi Zhixie was still worried that if there were too many casualties this time, it might affect his status among the Huns.
But with the beginning of the war, the Yueshi people collapsed at the first touch, which really made him overjoyed.
"Come here, kill all the men taller than the horse's belly!"
Yi Zhixie ordered excitedly.
"King Youxian must not do this!"
BOC said it quickly stopped him.
"Why? Don't you know that this is the tradition of the Huns? Those who are not of my race must have different hearts. Keeping these men will be a disaster!"
Yi Zhixie's face was full of murderous intent.
This is the rule on the grassland, and it is also the tradition of the Huns.
Every time they conquered a new territory, the Huns had always done this for thousands of years.
Women and children can live, but those men must be killed. After three or two generations, a national fault line is formed.
The newly born children will think that they are Huns, so that long-term peace and stability can be achieved.
"But it's different now, King Youxian! These Da Yuezhi people have no blood at all. They are excellent craftsmen. Have you forgotten the weapons of the Han Dynasty people? Those steel knives with cold light !”
What Bank of China said suddenly made Yi Zhixian's eyes clearer.
"You mean..."
Yi Zhixie reacted immediately.
"That's right, keeping them is far more useful than this useless land! Do the Huns still have less of this land?"
"Very good! You are right, don't you have enough land for the Huns? Come and pass on my order. From now on, no one is allowed to kill at will. Lock up all these Yuezhi people and give them to them first. I starved them for three days!”
How to tell whether there are hidden craftsmen among these people is actually very simple. Just starve them for three to five days, and they will naturally tell everything.
As for the high-ranking officials hiding here, Yi Zhixie didn't have much interest in them.
Those damn bureaucrats, keeping them is a disaster, all he needs are those blacksmiths.
The Dayue clan are proficient in the art of iron-making, which is an indisputable fact among the countries in the Western Region.
Moreover, there was a time when the Huns were at a great disadvantage against them, because the Huns' weapons could easily be cut off by their scimitars.
Yi Zhixie's eyes immediately lit up when he thought that those sophisticated weapons could be equipped to his army.
"Bring the Mo Dao captured last time and the Han armor!"
"promise!"
After experiencing successive battles, although the Huns suffered heavy casualties.
However, they were able to obtain some Mo Dao and armors used by the Mo Dao Army, and Yi Zhixie kept them with him at all times in order to find a way to restrain the Mo Dao Army!
In a short time, Yi Zhixie's soldiers came to Yi Zhixie's side holding a Mo Dao and an armor that had been smashed out of shape.
Yi Zhi pulled out an exquisite scimitar with his backhand. This scimitar was captured by him from the elder of the Dayue clan.
It can be said that this is one of the highest achievements in the forging craftsmanship of the Dayuezhi people. There is no way for the Huns' scimitars to use the Han people's armor.
Now, Yi Zhixie can only place her hopes on these Da Yueshi people!
"clang--"
Accompanied by a sound of gold and iron clashing, Yi Zhixian slashed hard at the broken plate armor.
Although his wrist was a little sore and numb, the result of this chopping really made Yi Zhixie overjoyed!
"Sure enough, God bless me, the Great Huns, God bless me, the Great Huns!"
There were some broken plate armors, but as the knife was cut, a deep scar immediately appeared, but the scimitar in his hand was not damaged at all!
Although his wrist was sore and numb, he still couldn't directly break through the plate armor's defense in the first place, but Yi Zhixie knew very well.
After all, the plate armor of the Han people was made of fine iron, and although the scimitar was good for chopping, it was too light.
It's an unexpected surprise that such a heavy armor can have such an effect.
To enable them to forge these scimitars into weapons similar to zanma knives.
When we meet next time, we will definitely give the Han people a big surprise!
"Congratulations to King Youxian for your unparalleled contribution to our great Huns!"
When Bank of China said that, he knelt on the ground excitedly and flattered Yi Zhixie for a while.
Although the soldiers around Yi Zhixie didn't know what happened, they immediately followed Bank of China and knelt on the ground.
Although the Huns are not used to flattery, they can't help but like Yi Zhixie.
Everyone who followed Yi Zhixie with a bright mind has been promoted.
As for those stubborn ones, they can only be big soldiers, watching others eat meat and play with women.
As the saying goes, if the superiors do something good, the subordinates will follow suit. With the current situation, there is nothing surprising.
"Hahahaha, go now and gather all the Da Yuezhi people for me. From now on, no Da Yuezhi people are allowed to be killed. By the way, what is the name of their queen? Find her for me Come!"
"promise!"
Several of Yi Zhixie's soldiers looked at each other strangely, then turned and walked out.
But more than an hour later, Valanzhu was brought into the royal tent. Looking at the nondescript clothes she was wearing, the corners of Yi Zhixie's mouth twitched.
"You bastards, who asked you to let her dress like this bear?"
As for Wa Lanzhu, who was kneeling on the ground, she finally breathed a sigh of relief. When the Huns forced her to put on these weird clothes, she thought Yi Zhixie was going to do something to her.
Seeing Yi Zhixie's furious look now, she finally felt relieved.
It's right to think about it. She looks like an old woman in her decades now, and Yi Zhixie is only in her thirties at most. I really don't know how the brains of these Huns grow...
