Follow General Cao to mix the Three Kingdoms

Chapter 425 Survival in the Prairie

It's no wonder that these nomadic peoples in history have difficulty creating any splendid civilization, but each one is more difficult to deal with!The Chinese at the end of the Han Dynasty can be called a fighting nation. Among the six arts of gentlemen, driving, archery and archery occupy an extremely important position.

But compared to the farming and warfare system of the Han people, the survival attitude of these nomadic peoples is even more extreme. The Han people are farming in spring, harvesting in autumn, fighting in summer and winter. Fighting is fighting, and life is life. These Wuhuan people live while fighting. War is part of life!

This is the scene where the Han family went to war. The young daughter-in-law stood at the entrance of the village crying and waving a handkerchief like a tearful person: "Husband is back safely!"

This is the scene of the Wuhuan people's war. The daughter-in-law with a big pancake face is making milk tofu in the house, and Wuhuan's husband is walking out with a bow on his back, talking slowly without any special emotions while walking.

"Daughter-in-law, I'm going to fight!"

That tone of voice must be the same as that of a Han Chinese who went out to plow the fields.

It's also okay to be indifferent, without raising her head, the big pancake-faced Wuhuan daughter-in-law continued to make milk tofu, while humming impatiently: "I know you damn ghost, just go, if you need something, I'll just go to Brother Wang next door." !"

Then Huan Wuhuan went to the battlefield with extra confidence!

Then, the tribe who came bravely in the snow annoyed Wang Hou.

Green smoke curls up from the bottom of the stockade, not only Wang Hou collects night incense, but Wuhuan people also harvest night incense. Under the heating of dried cow and sheep dung, the scent of milk skin is much smaller than that of yurts, and it is also made of leather. Floating out of his felt bag, and then full of food, the red-faced Wuhuan people went out with earthen bows and axes one by one, and then surrounded Wang Hou's city wall, followed by Wang Hou's big eyes and small eyes. .

"Damn, what are you trying to figure out! It's too cold to go skiing and hunting in this cold weather. I can't have fun with my wife. Isn't it good to have two babies? I have to block the door of my house!"

Patting his thigh, Wang Hou felt remorseful. This trip, he never expected to encounter such a situation. All the cavalry were sent to Liaodong. If there were even five hundred cavalry in hand, they would attack your uncle! One wave, burned your felt bag and smashed the milk bucket, what the hell are you still blocking the door?
But the most expensive medicine in the world is the medicine of regret. There is nothing to do with these nomadic cavalrymen who come and go like the wind and slide like eels. His old face is as swollen as his teeth are swollen. He yelled sadly .

"Assemble the infantry and open the gate of the village!"

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The most typical war between the nomads and the Central Plains dynasty was fought by Wang Hou. The Qingzhou side relied on infantry as the main force and could only rely on the checkpoints for defensive operations. To the south of the snow wall, Wang Hou ordered the construction of several circles of parapets, and kept up with work every day. It seems that the infantry was shot in and stationed inside the parapet for defensive operations.

And these Wuhuan people are typical nomadic warfare methods. They don't fight against Wang Hou's fortifications. Every day, they squat there when they are full and watch Wang Hou's men carry grain down from the boat. As soon as they saw an opportunity, these guys rushed up on horses like locusts, and they didn't even fight you, they moved things and ran away.

Just like now!
"Form formation! Block these savages! Block!"

Standing on the top of the wall, Wang Hou bared his teeth and yelled like he was lying on his buttocks, and under his feet, the small distance from the seaside port to the grain storage wall was completely boiled, just like going to the rural market in later generations Generally lively.

Fortunately, Wang Hou had also read Pu Songling's "Wolf". Yaya still fell into the trick of these prairie wolves. For three days in a row, after watching the infantry stationed outside the city and setting up barriers, the tribe here is honest. When he got down, he squatted down near the walled city for a look, and gradually let his guard down.

It was too inefficient to move the grain one by one from the boat. After losing his vigilance, Wang Hou resumed the handling method a few days ago. One boat docked, and the grain and grass goods on it were directly unloaded, and then the reserve soldiers took care of it. Move back to the stockade.

Then the fleet wanted to save trouble, and unloaded three ships last night.

Then this scene is out of control!

fight?Impossible to fight!It is impossible to fight in this life!
In the sound of hula-la, looking at the piles of rice buckets, the rangers who were squatting on the sidelines like a group of huskies suddenly turned on their horses as if they saw Rexiang, and ran wildly while pumping their buttocks Coming up, seeing this scene, the guarded soldiers shrunk behind the parapet were also terrified, roaring and holding axes, guns and bows, they were about to come out to intercept them. On the rammed snow, the horse galloped around them directly, and a vicious dog rushed straight to the port pier.

On this side, seeing these prairie sheepskin jackets attack viciously, those reserve soldiers working on the pier were so frightened that Sa Yazi ran away!These nomads didn't chase after them. When they got to the place, they pulled out the rope, tied the grain bucket to the saddle, turned around and ran away.

Seeing a bucket of rice and wheat being taken away like this, let alone Wang Hou's flesh pain, he has always robbed other people's things, when did someone really grab him!

Boss and younger brother, Wang Hou was furious, and the heavy infantry guarding behind the parapet were also enraged, rushing out at the risk of their formation being broken, their axes and spears heading straight for Wuhuan who looked like swimming fish on both sides. The cavalry hooked over.

Amidst the mournful neighing of the prairie horses, the Wuhuan men were hooked off one by one, and the crackling crossbow arrows of the light infantry behind them were shot, and the Wuhuan riders were also shot off their horses one by one, but these Wuhuan men were really crazy. In that way, holding a broken sheepskin soaked in water to protect the arrows, and then rushing and grabbing, regardless of how fellow villagers who peed and played with mud in a pit from a small tribe of their own tribe screamed and fell off the horse, some of them rushed After the first wave, the food was unloaded, and the second wave immediately rushed in to grab it.

It's kind of like the heads and towers swapped!Thousands of people from a tribe mobilized together. Amidst the clattering shouts, the supplies on the pier were looted at a speed visible to the naked eye. More than 400 of them were knocked down, and more than 200 of them were captured alive. Seeing the densely packed dead on the ground, in despondency, groups of Wuhuan people wearing sheepskin jackets and with strong body odor were whipped into the snow wall. The corners of the thick mouth twitch like Parkinson's.

"Forget it, the thief will be happy!"

Staring at the broken grains scattered all over the ground, he shivered for a few minutes. Finally, Wang Hou hummed helplessly, but after only a moment, he gritted his teeth and roared again.

"Come here, throw all these people who were killed to me in front of the stockade. Whoever dares to rob Lao Tzu's food will end like this!"

(End of this chapter)