Riding and chopping: Overlord of the Han and Hungarians

Chapter 60 60. Art of War
After the Qinhu tribe surrendered to Wang Li, the rest of the tribe breathed a sigh of relief.

To be honest, these people are really afraid that Wang Li will continue to be reckless. If that happens, no one in this tribe can survive.

The young master of his own family has already surrendered, so the rest of the people also surrendered to Zhang Qi.

They helped the servants to rectify the cattle and sheep. At first, there was still a gap between the two sides, but as Zhang Qi and Wang Li chatted more deeply, they all relaxed.

"So, your ancestor was still a subordinate of General Wang Li?"

Beside the traveling horse, Zhang Qi chatted with Wang Li.

Hearing Zhang Qi's question, Wang Li shook his head: "My grandfather is not a general of General Wang Li, but a domestic servant. After the first battle of Julu, the hundreds of thousands of frontier troops died and scattered. At that time, he was carried to the grassland."

"No wonder." Zhang Qi was stunned: "You have a name and a surname, and the people in the tribe can see some rules in the defense. It turns out that you are the descendants of the group of soldiers who guarded the Great Wall."

Patting Wang Li on the shoulder, Zhang Qi said earnestly, "It's hard for you too. It's been so long and I still remember my homeland. I think most of the Qin people who entered the Hu have now become real Huns."

"That's right, 20 Qin people entered Hu, and not many of them still remember their ancestors." Wang Li also looked dejected beside him.

"If my grandfather hadn't read some bamboo slips with General Wang Li and cared about the good of the Wang family in his heart, even he would have lost the arrogance of the Qin people and joined Hu in the long years."

"Art of war?" Zhang Qi opened his eyes wide and looked at Wang Li.

Wang Li hesitated for a while, but still nodded. Now that he has surrendered, it doesn't matter if he holds it or not. Besides, for some reason, the person in front of him seems to be a wise man the more he looks at it:

"Three volumes of brief books, half of the military books in total. There are only some knowledge about selecting soldiers, training tactics, and choosing camp sites."

"Good stuff." Zhang Qi was a little overjoyed. When there were few people in the past, he didn't have any other ideas about leading troops.

But with the continuous expansion of manpower, although most of his troops of nearly a thousand people are weak slaves, with the increase in personnel, he is indeed somewhat powerless in marching.

Now I heard that there are three volumes of bamboo slips in Wang Li's tribe, which still record the art of war, how could this not make him happy.

He pulled out the long steel knife from his waist. This is a weapon in the world of riding and slashing. Proper steel products can be called magic weapons in the grassland and can be heirlooms.

"I don't want you for nothing. I gave you this knife. Lend me a copy of your tribe's military book."

Wang Li took the long knife in Zhang Qi's hand with a blank expression.He originally planned to give Zhang Qi some right to speak in exchange, but he didn't expect Zhang Qi to exchange with him.

My heart couldn't help but heat up, and the speed of spiritual integration accelerated.

"Your Majesty asks for something, and Wang Li should offer it!"

Look, a long knife that is not very important to Zhang Qi has changed Wang Li's attitude, Zhang Qi is also happy, what is he lacking now?
arms?Armor?food?

No, none of these are lacking. What he lacks is talents. Although he has captured a lot of people now, there are almost four thousand people in total, but among them, there are only a few who can help him manage them.

The wolf cubs in the world of riding and hacking are still being cultivated. When they plunder the tribe, those nobles are their priority targets. When the leader dies, he can control the rest.

Wang Li's tribe was an accident. As he said before, before he came to Wang Li's tribe, he really planned to withdraw his troops and return to Daxing'an Mountains.

With the increase of the plate, if he wants to really develop, the talents under his hands are indispensable. Otherwise, if he wants to manage thousands of people in an orderly manner, he alone will be busy to death, so before he Let Lu Mu teach Hui and them how to read for this reason.

It is meaningful to let Hui take care of all the things along the way, and although Ying still looks carefree now, he can be regarded as decent in managing the servant army under him.

Zhang Qi laughed twice, patted Wang Li on the shoulder, and the latter half-kneeled to Zhang Qi, then turned and walked towards the yurt.

The plow department was in a mess, the servants and the aborigines were all herding sheep, driving cattle and horses, and packing valuable things in the tribe. The female soldiers and NPCs guarded Zhang Qi's side.

After a while, Wang Li walked over holding a cylinder wrapped in fur, and then offered it to Zhang Qi with both hands.

"Your Majesty."

Wang Li's mood at this moment is actually very complicated. He surrendered to Zhang Qi in humiliation, but after surrendering, he found that Zhang Qi was not bad, like a wise master.

The knife that followed, as a warrior, of course he knew how precious the long knife Zhang Qi gave him was, so amid all kinds of strange emotions, he chose to dedicate the most precious things in the tribe and even his family to him. Zhang Qi.

Opening the package's tight animal skin seal, Zhang Qi poured out the contents of the cylinder, and the three rolls of somewhat blackened bamboo slips exuded a faint fragrance of ink.

Taking one roll and putting it in his hand, Wang Li continued to hold the rest, and Zhang Qi opened the bamboo slips.

Small characters appeared in his eyes one by one, the book was official script, Qin Li, Zhang Qi didn't know much, but he could probably read some by virtue of the shape of the font, but it was not coherent.

Before paper was invented and could be used on a large scale, any carrier of knowledge was precious. Zhang Qi took a rough look at it, then carefully put it into a cylinder and placed it in the world of riding and cutting.

Good things must be kept well. There is no place in the world that is safer than the world of riding and hacking. Zhang Qi plans to not take out these three volumes of bamboo slips until hundreds of copies have been copied. Uh, that’s not right. , After copying, the simplicity of bamboo is not so important.

Disappearing and reappearing, Wang Li looked at Zhang Qi with nothing but fear in his eyes.

Looking at Wang Li who couldn't close his mouth from ear to ear, Zhang Qi patted him on the shoulder, with a smile on the corner of his mouth: "Follow me, you won't regret it."

Wang Li's mind was shaken, and the speed of spiritual integration accelerated again.

After a while, the messy plow became orderly, all the cattle and sheep were driven together, the sheep were directly tied up and thrown on the redundant horses, and the cattle also took over the work of the camels.

"go home!"

Traveling immediately, Zhang Qi waved his hand, thousands of horses, tens of thousands of cattle and sheep, the momentum is mighty.

(End of this chapter)