Nomads live in pursuit of water and grass. If you can't figure out the rules, a tribe of tens of thousands of people may be empty the next time you go there.
Fujiko Jin pointed to the map he drew and said, "You can go to this tribe. There are more than 2,000 people."
Yang Qian said seriously, "Are you sure they are still there?"
"Other tribes dare not say, but they must be there, because they had just arrived when I came back, and nomads do not migrate frequently."
Yang Gan meditated secretly. He should listen to Fujiko Jin's suggestions, but not all of them. It was the first time he commanded two thousand soldiers and horses, and he was indeed very heroic at the beginning.
But what comes with it is responsibility. These are two thousand lives. If all of them are lost in a battle, then they will really have no face to lead the army in the future.
"Damn it, Wangshan is a dead horse. Why is this grassland so big?"
Originally, Yang Gan planned to make a surprise attack at night, but unfortunately the plan failed before he could say anything. This tribe was the closest to him, but unfortunately it was still nearly forty or fifty miles away.
Also, it's too exaggerated that my own soldiers can't see anything at night, otherwise wouldn't it be beautiful to just attack at night?
It seemed that his night attack drama could not be carried out. When everyone fell asleep, Yang Gan began to toss and turn and couldn't sleep. Fighting was far from being as simple as imagined.
The next day, after everyone left their marks, they set off towards the marked tribe. Two hours later, thousands of troops carrying hundreds of carriages finally arrived.
After moving a stone, Mi Le looked into the distance. If nothing happened, he would be able to collect the loot tomorrow.
Two thousand cavalrymen marched for a long distance, drinking water from their skins when they were thirsty, and taking a bite of dry food when they were hungry. This was due to Yang Qian's status as a modern man.
Only a cup of tea is set aside at noon for everyone to solve their physiological problems, otherwise many people will defecate in their crotches.
Around five or six o'clock in the afternoon, everyone finally arrived near this tribe. This is a grassland, and anyone can be seen at a glance, so we can only observe from a distance.
"Come here and see how many people there are on the other side?" Yang Gan called to his men, first to find out the enemy's situation. Unfortunately, he can't make a telescope, otherwise it would be a magic weapon now, so why would he need to lie down? View on the ground.
"No, there weren't so many people when we left." Fujiko Jin frowned.
"Brother, you don't know how. Please figure it out for me." Yang Gan was shocked. He had been sleeping in the open for two days, and there was bad news without anyone seeing it. It was a huge blow to morale.
"That's right, according to the information I found last time, this tribe also participated in the southern invasion of our country. They probably annexed some small tribes after getting money and food. It was originally about 2,000 people, but now I look at it, it is estimated that there are more than four Thousands of people.”
Yang Gan rubbed his mouth and chin. If the opponent was 2,000 people, he could just lead the attack. It didn't matter whether it was day or night. But if there were 4,000 people now, he would have to plan carefully.
"Zi Jin, what do you think about us entering in the dark at night?"
"No, the Huns here are different from those who invaded the south. They also domesticated mastiff dogs, which will roar when they get close. Moreover, the Huns have a high troop dispatch rate. Men and women will mount their horses to fight. They are extremely ferocious."
"Christina, Belika, what do you think?"
The two women looked at each other, shook their heads and said, "We are used to legion-style combat, and we have never tried this kind of cavalry raid."
At this time, Ran Jing, who was behind Yang Gan, said, "General Yang, our soldiers cannot see anything most of the night. Night attacks are impossible, but we can choose a time to attack when there is sunshine and when the opponent is tired."
Yang Qian looked at Ran Jing and quickly calculated the feasibility of the plan in his mind.
After a long time, Yang Qian struck each other with fists and palms, his eyes flashed, and he obviously came up with a good idea.
"Ran Jing, let me know. Let's start eating now. After eating and drinking, we will go to bed immediately. Let's change a group of people to keep watch. When the first ray of sunshine appears tomorrow, the whole army will make a surprise attack."
Ran looked at Yang Qian with admiration. He didn't expect that General Yang would perfect the method so wonderfully in an instant after he had thought so hard about it.
While the whole army was renovating, a tribe a few kilometers away was carrying passengers and goods. The leader of the tribe was a bearded man. At this time, he was entertaining the nobles of the tribe in the largest tent.
"Everyone, the merger of the tribes is the biggest happy event since the harvest." The leader stood up and raised his glass with a smile.
"From now on, the leader of Kobo next to me will be the second leader of our tribe. If we raid Caogu again this year, we will send 1,500 troops, and the looted wealth will definitely be more than now."
Several nobles raised their wine glasses with smiles on their faces, not worried at all about annexing other tribes and spreading power.
Because they know that only by making the tribe stronger and stronger, fighting or hunting grass and valleys, can they have more plundering ability and combat power.
As for the new No. 2 leader, he probably won't live long. He has to make meritorious deeds when he first arrives. If he wants to make meritorious deeds, he has to go to the battlefield.
Once on the battlefield, regardless of life or death, using this trick to get rid of the merged leaders is not a matter of once or twice.
The reason why this tribe has grown from a tribe of hundreds to 4,000 in just a few years is because of this habit. The merger will not allow too much power to be dispersed.
While everyone was singing and dancing, a group of naked slaves were shoveling horse manure in the stables inside the tribe.
Their eyes were numb and their bodies were scarred. Some Hun children kept throwing horse dung at them, and some horse dung hit them directly on the head.
The adults said, it doesn't matter if these two-legged sheep are killed, if a Hun child beats a slave to death.
He will be praised by his parents, and even the leader will reward him with a few sheep to encourage him. He will definitely be a brave Huns in the future.
After dinner, at night, there were sounds one after another in the tent, some of which were mixed with painful screams. Slaves were lying in the stables one by one.
Most of the slaves were already numb. They were doing dirty work, eating food that even dogs wouldn't eat, and seeing their relatives and wives being ravaged by the Huns in their tents. That kind of despair was not ordinary people's. Can feel it.
No one is qualified to say that they can empathize with such unforgettable hatred.
The night passed quickly, and when a ray of sunshine appeared on the horizon, two thousand cavalry were getting ready to attack.
Yang Gan grabbed the reins and tightened the halberd tightly: "Soldiers, the Huns have always robbed us and treated us Daxia people as two-legged sheep. What I want today is revenge and reduce the Xiongnu's strength. Every time they lose one People, there will be one less person to invade our Daxia in the future, do you understand?"
"clear!!!!"
"Why do we join the army!!!"
“Loyal to the Emperor and Patriotic!!!”
"Hahahaha, okay, soldiers, come with me~~~!!!!!" Yang Gan tightened his legs and the horse rushed towards the tribe like lightning.
Two thousand people rushed on the grassland, like rolling waves, sweeping away all the heroes in the world.
It was just dawn, and many Huns had not gotten up yet, but the slaves had already gotten up early. After eating some food that even dogs would not eat, they started working. Suddenly, there was a slight vibration on the ground.
The slaves could not see because they were confined to one place by chains, but some experienced Huns opened their eyes.
They knew that there were cavalry coming, and there were a lot of them. No matter whether they were friends or foes, in the eyes of the Huns, they would only confirm whether they were friends or foes after mounting their horses.
After all, the Huns also annexed each other's own tribes. As for whether the annexation was by force or peacefully, it depends on the strength of both sides.
"Chiha, get up quickly, there are cavalry coming."
"Quick, quick, quick~~~!"
Many Huns began to get dressed and picked up the weapons beside the bed. Among them were nobles, who had put on their leather armor and held long weapons, and had just stepped out of the tent.
A flash of cold light flashed, Dou Da's head fell to the ground, his blood surged, and his headless body knelt heavily on the ground. Before the head rolled on the ground and died, the body had been trampled into minced meat by a large number of cavalry.
"Surrender and avoid death~~~!" [Hun language]
Fujiko Jin held a long sword and kept running back and forth in the camp. In an instant, the whole camp exploded, and countless Huns swarmed out.
Krisna and Belika each commanded two teams to continuously attack the Huns who dared to resist with thunderous blows. Yang Gan was followed by the most elite three hundred cavalry.
Yang Gan took the lead, often just aiming his four-meter-long iron halberd at the Huns next to him, and cutting off a person's head like a hot knife cutting tofu without using any force.
"Ah~~~!" After shouting for a long time, Fujiko Jin shouted towards Yang Gan, "Yang Gan, no one surrenders."
"Kill~~~!" After being stimulated by the smell of blood, Yang Gan understood one thing. Those who can survive in such a bitter and cold place on the grassland have almost integrated cold-blooded violence and cunning into their bones. Those who have a little bit of the heart of the Virgin have already Buried in this deep land.
Two thousand cavalrymen ran wildly inside the camp. After two or three back and forth, looking around, they saw heads rolling down, rivers of blood, and many of them women's heads.
During the entire half-hour of killing, the Huns were not without fear. At this time, they were already afraid of being killed. Many people knelt down on the ground. Yang Gan had given an order that as long as they surrendered, they could save their lives.
"Ah~~~~Death to the two-legged sheep." When Yang Gan dismounted, a man hidden in the tent rushed over with a howl and a saber.
After dismounting, the four-meter long halberd was obviously very inconvenient. He drew out his iron sword, swung it lightly, and chopped off his head.
"Tie everyone up." This was the first time that the soldiers tied up people in the hinterland of the Xiongnu. They tied up the strong men present with ropes and took them to some tents to keep them under guard.
Yang Gan and Ran Jing were constantly patrolling. A large number of corpses were thrown into the tents on the edge, and the cleanup work was in progress.
"You didn't kill anyone, did you?" Yang Qian seemed to be talking about it accidentally as he walked.
