In the tent belonging to old Diaike, Ran Jing sat with four or five Xuanjia soldiers, eating canned food.
"I still don't believe it. It turns out that the Ding Ling tribe really doesn't have any cavalry. No wonder that guy Si Ji is so afraid of the Huns." A soldier said with a smile.
After so much time of contact and two battles, everyone gradually began to understand this nation.
Ran Jing smiled and said, "Actually, it's right not to use cavalry."
Several soldiers were immediately stunned and looked at him with curious eyes.
Ran Jing said, "There is less snow around here, which is more suitable for herding reindeer. If the snow is too deep and directly floods the belly of the war horse, the cavalry will be useless."
Everyone was stunned. A soldier chopped off a few pieces of wood with an iron knife and threw it into the fire.
"General, what are your plans next?"
Ran Jing ate canned meat and said, "From today on, wherever canned meat is not consumed, we will eat reindeer meat to reduce the consumption of canned meat."
"Use this place as a base to rob the Dakun tribesmen who dare to step out of their camp."
At this time, a soldier came in and said, "General, a little mouse slipped into the tent where our war horses are kept."
Ran Jing asked curiously, "Little mouse? Are you from this tribe?"
"My subordinates saw that he was holding his head on the horse and crying. He must be from this tribe, and he has a lot of connections."
Ran Jing stood up, changed circles, kicked a soldier and said.
"You kid, you haven't had your head cut off yet after joining the Black Armor Cavalry. Why, you don't want military merit?"
The soldier who was kicked by Ran Jing immediately shrank and said with a smile.
"General, I joined the border army as a cook. How could I have expected that I would be favored by the Xuanjia Army? In fact, I have little interest in killing people. After I return to Yuntong, I still want to be a cook."
A soldier next to him patted him and said, "Our Xuanjia Army is the best among the best. How come we have a guy like you who wants to be a cook?"
Ran Jing stretched out his hand to stop him and said displeasedly, "Your Majesty said, you choose your own path. It doesn't matter what happens when you go back, as long as it complies with the rules of our frontier army."
"But, now you are still a member of the Xuanjia Army. Bring me that little mouse's head."
The soldier looked ugly. He had a good physique and strong strength, so he was selected by the Xuanjia Army. In fact, he had only killed chickens before setting off.
He tried his best to escape and exterminate the disobedient nomadic tribes. This time he thought it was a good thing, but he didn't expect that he actually fought two battles.
In fact, long-range archery was almost bloodless, and when collecting heads, he stayed far away.
Unexpectedly, he still did not escape the fate of murder. In fact, his biggest wish in this life is to be a good chef.
"Hey, don't embarrass us Xia people."
"Yes, it's just a little mouse. It would be funny if it doesn't get hurt by him."
"If the folks in Yuntong County knew that even the soldiers of the Xuanjia Army could not defeat a prairie man, the brand would be ruined."
Several soldiers kept making noises, but the soldier who wanted to be a cook shrugged, put on his gloves and felt hat, and walked out with his iron knife in his arm.
When they came to the tent where the horses were kept, the soldiers became vigilant. The first step in the training of the soldiers of the Xuanjia Army was to forget about the most advanced armor on their bodies and the swords in their hands.
This training method was written by Yang Qian himself. It is not something mysterious, but a very practical method of fighting a lion against a rabbit. Use all your strength. No matter what the enemy is, you must not take it lightly.
After arriving inside, the war horse was normal. He didn't count the number of heads on the saddle carefully, but it was roughly the same.
Suddenly, just as he was about to check the Molotov cocktail, a figure jumped down from the tent.
There was no cry or anything like that, not even a sound, just a faint shadow.
The soldier's eyes narrowed, and his body instinctively rolled on the ground to fire this fatal blow.
I turned around and saw
A half-grown boy, carrying a package on his back and a bronze sword in his hand, rushed over quickly.
The soldier had no time to get up, but he was over eight feet long and tripped the boy down as soon as he stretched out his legs.
The whole person was riding on the young man and focused on knocking off his bronze sword.
"who are you?"
"Jiligulu~~~" The young man turned his head and saw a pair of scarlet eyes that made the soldier feel butterflies in his heart.
But there is no simple one who can join the Xuanjia Army, at least one who can stay through the training.
He is the best among his peers both physically and mentally, and more than 80% of Xuan Jiajun can even write.
The soldier was stunned and said with an unhappy expression, "You bastard, I was so angry that I almost forgot that you don't know the Chinese language."
There was no fighting scene. It was very normal for a half-grown child, a little guy who was not even 18 years old, to face an eight-foot-tall, upward-facing, fully-armed black armor soldier.
After tying up Diaiko, he was escorted to the tent where everyone was.
A soldier asked curiously, "Hey, you didn't kill him?"
The soldier said dullly, "Of course I'll leave it to General Ran. How can you handle it on your own?"
Ran Jing glanced at the soldier and said calmly, "I think I told you to bring his head here, right?"
The soldier stopped for a moment, moved his lips, and said nothing more.
Ran Jing's eyes gradually became blurred, "You may not know that before I joined the army, I was from Wufeng County."
A soldier asked curiously, "General, Wufeng County? Isn't that the place where silk is produced?"
Ran Jing nodded and said with a smile, "Yes, every household over there raises silkworms and plants mulberry trees, and the women have some skills in weaving and embroidery. The men are usually mulberry farmers, blacksmiths or dyers. Because of the good location, we have There is little harassment from nomads.”
"But after I went to the battlefield, I realized that the reason why our county has such a stable environment is because someone is carrying the burden for us. If there were no border troops and no king, sooner or later our Wufeng County would be overrun by the Huns. Loot it."
"When I got to the battlefield, I realized how cruel the battlefield is and how human life is worthless."
Ran Jing paused, a look of guilt appeared on his face, "I remember that I showed mercy to a Hun soldier, thinking that he was injured and had no chance to fight back."
"Who would have known that when I walked by, he actually got violent and hurt someone. At that time, there was a man who blocked the knife for me. If it weren't for him, I might have died."
"I had a great future, but because I blocked a knife, I injured my tendon. Now I can only go to Shi Yuanji's place to guard the slaves!"
Looking at the young man's eyes full of hatred, Ran Jing said to the soldier escorting him, "Next, whether to kill, release, or whatever, it's up to you."
The soldiers nearby also talked about the situation at home.
"Well, I remember that my uncle used to live in Tuncheng. He was very kind to me. Unfortunately, when I was fourteen years old, I was killed by the Huns."
"Yes, my father also had one of his legs chopped off by the Huns' bastards, and he is still disabled at home."
At this time, the young man's low and cold voice sounded, and everyone looked at him in surprise, although no one understood what he said.
But the bone-chilling murderous intent and hatred no longer need to be understood in words. You can vaguely understand the meaning just by feeling the emotions.
The Xuanjia soldier, who was still hesitant in his heart, dragged the young man out, knelt on the ground, and slowly pulled out the Sutie Sword.
Diaco knelt in the snow. At this moment, his mind was filled with revenge. He wanted to kill everyone who bullied his family.
When pieces of cold and biting snowflakes floated on his cheeks, he suddenly woke up and felt the killing intent coming from behind.
The hatred in his eyes disappeared, and he showed a helpless expression. He raised his head slightly and looked at the blue sky.
"I really want to eat the mutton cooked by Abu again~~~"
"I really want to hold Abu again and act like a baby~~~~"
"Click~~~!"
Diaco felt a pain in his neck, his entire field of vision was spinning, and then he fell heavily to the ground. The moment he closed his eyes, he seemed to see the entire family looking at him with a smile.
"Ah, Abu, I, I miss you so much~~~!"
A few minutes later, the wound on the boy's head stopped bleeding, and the soldier grabbed his head and shook it inside.
"General, I have killed him."
Ran Jing nodded with satisfaction, "Okay~~ Keep the heads yourself. This is a good thing to exchange for military merit. However, underage enemies can only count for half of the military merit."
"promise!"
The families grazing outside the Dakun tribe are almost always composed of 2 to 5 families, and the number of people will not be large. When the 200 soldiers come back.
Ran Jing immediately divided the two hundred people into teams of 100 and plundered everywhere. In just a few days, tens of thousands of reindeer were gathered in the Addiko family.
Some beaten-up people with bruised noses and swollen faces were herding reindeer in handcuffs and shackles, with dull eyes.
Ran Jing was also helpless. Xia people did not have the habit of breeding reindeer. Many people had never seen what a reindeer looked like in their life.
A large reindeer was killed, and the entire skin was skinned off. The soldier who wanted to be a chef, wearing a sheepskin skirt and holding a knife, was constantly processing the meat.
Not long after, bowls of hot broth were brought to the table.
Ran Jing took a sip of the soup, his eyes lit up, and he praised, "It tastes good."
The soldier chuckled and said, "It's a pity that it's not in Yuntong County. Otherwise, there would be more seasonings. It would be better if there is sauce."
Ran Jing stopped and said, "It's already good. It's freezing here. It would be nice to have a bite of meat and a bowl of hot soup."
While everyone was looting every day, there was a gloomy atmosphere in the Dakun tribe.
Mrs. Yan covered her head and leaned on the throne. In just over a week, this pampered woman felt exhausted and stressed like never before.
After just resting for an hour, the door was pushed open again. These people no longer took the rules and dignity to heart.
You can't blame them. None of the familiar relatives and friends were alive or dead, and even the die-hard members of the clan leader were nowhere to be seen.
