Follow General Cao to mix the Three Kingdoms

Chapter 430

Not many people died on the spot. After all, Zhang Liao didn't have many troops. There were only a thousand of them. After two charges, only three or four hundred people were killed, and the rest were all driven by horses.

If a normal confrontation between nomads and farmers fails, hundreds of people will be lost, and they will go back to the grassland to hide for a year, and the next year will be a few heroic tribes.

This is also one of the reasons why the nomads on the northern grasslands are always the nightmare of the farming dynasty in the Central Plains. One or two victories in the battle can't hurt their bones. Every autumn harvest season, these nomads who are plundering will raise their bows and leap their horses again. go south.

Moreover, it was good when the dynasty was strong, but once the dynasty fell, the thousands of miles of frontier defense in the north would become a hunting ground for them to come and go freely.

But this is an accident. Zhang Liao was born in the frontier of Yanmen, so he knows these Wuhuan people who are of the same origin as the old enemy Xianbei, or the lifeblood of all nomadic peoples!That's their herd!
It is completely different from the imagination of the Central Plains people, nomads eat meat every day, and the smooth and smooth mutton is cooked in a cooking pot. In fact, those who can eat meat every day are also in Wuhuan and Xianbei. Nobles, tribal adults, members of the lowest tribe may even have fewer chances to eat meat than farmers in the Central Plains, and once they eat meat every day, it is not a good thing for the Wuhuan people, does it mean that There was a natural disaster, and the herds froze to death in batches. It was because of the autumn drought that the stock of hay was insufficient, and they could not feed so many livestock, so they had to slaughter them painfully.

In this era, whether it is the Xianbei people, the Huns, or the Rouran people who have not yet risen, the Turkic people will never slaughter any livestock without a reason, because livestock are like the fields on which the Han people live. , grazing, let the ewes milk, and then collect the goat milk and horse milk to make milk tofu, dried milk, and co-author trade with the Han people or loot the flour and tea to make milk cakes and milk tea. Since there are nomads, they have been the main food for survival!

Therefore, even though they knew they couldn't beat them, and were robbed of 90.00% of their herds, the three tribes still had to turn back, and just after they came back, what caught their eyeballs was an extremely shocking scene.

Blood!

Bright red blood, rivers of blood!

There was so much blood gushing out that even half of the snow wall built behind was dyed red, and a large piece of blood ice spread nearly tens of meters to the battlefield in front. These were not human blood, but in these Wuhuan People's heart, I guess I wish it was human blood!Because of the huge flock of [-] to [-] sheep that was still spectacular yesterday, today there is only a small circle left, and those hateful Han people are still slaughtering the flock all the time.

Seeing the back hooves of the granaries that I cherished were hung on the slaughter rack by ropes, bled by a knife, the blood flowed like a beer, kicked and twitched, it was no less than cutting the hearts of these Wuhuan herdsmen.

For the Wuhuan people, it is the lifeline, but for Wang Hou, the flock is just a pile of troublesome wealth. He didn't prepare so much fodder to feed the flock, and in Liaodong County, he also mainly farmed. No consideration was given to grazing operations, not to mention the risk of being snatched back at any time. Therefore, except for keeping about [-] sheep as breeding sheep, and preparing to wait for the ship to be unloaded and take them back to Liaodong, all the rest were slaughtered.

Anyway, there is a big refrigerator outside in the cold weather, and there is no fear that the sheepskin and mutton will be spoiled. The leather can be carried back to Liaodong, and it can also be used to make leather armor. The frozen lamb chops will be brought back to Qingzhou by boat and sold along the Yellow River. The Central Plains, or go south along Hainan to sell to Xuzhou to earn him a large sum of money, just as the cannon fired ten thousand taels of gold. This expedition has spent a little less than half of his treasury, which can slightly fill his family.

Genghis Khan once had a bloody famous saying: The greatest pleasure in life is to defeat your enemies everywhere, occupy their pastures, take everything from them and then listen to their wives and children cry!

Xiongxiong seems to be similar, just like Cao Laozhang is a good wife, and Wang Hou is now a rare person who has realized the remnants of Genghis Khan, slaughtering the flocks of Wuhuan and other tribes who are like the heart of the tribe, stepping on the snow-covered sheep under his feet. The freshly peeled sheepskin on the wall warms the feet, and there is a small charcoal stove on it, grilling the freshest lamb that has just been delivered.

Zhuge Ying happily sprinkled the precious cumin powder that thanked Bowanghou Zhangqian and his old man for bringing back from the Western Regions, while Wang Hou sat there lazily like a rice worm, his mouth full of greasy food while he was full of joy. Interested to see the angry "lost owners" standing in front of the Xuezhai, rubbing their feet and stomping their chests with blood filling their pupils!
Zhang Liao taught him a lesson. In the future, when he marched into the grasslands and dealt with the real overlords of the grasslands and deserts, Wang Hou knew what would be the most effective way!
Under the lazy gaze of him chewing the mutton, some of those Wuhuan people who were watching the bullfighting with anger and eagerness like ants on a hot pot finally couldn't sit still. Suddenly, in the snow, there was also a long man. The thick and thick Wuhuan man roared and got on his horse, yelling and cursing in Wuhuan language, while pulling out his most precious iron machete, slapping the horse's butt like a lunatic and galloping back and forth. At the bottom of the stockade, the slaughterhouse where the blood of sheep was bled rushed past.

The power of role models is infinite. With the warriors taking the lead, the Wuhuan cavalry surrounded and watched like huskies, each and every one of the young men also got on their horses vigorously, yelling and cursing. The Han people in their household worked desperately to snatch their sheep back.

But this one is different from a month ago. With a whoosh, a trembling arrow shaft suddenly grew out of the neck of the pioneer warrior of the Wuhuan people. After shaking twice, the giant fell off his horse with a thump, and returned to the west without even getting his legs up.

Carrying a double bow and steel crossbow, he took a sauna yesterday, and was served by a few Japanese masseuses specially trained in Qingzhou to relax his muscles and bones. Shaking his shoulders, Zhang Liao's face was full of murderous intent. With a cruel smile, he rode out on a horse.

Behind him were Bingzhou wolf riders like those thugs, with their necks crooked and knives slung, and some of them kept picking at the mutton and stewed yam residue stuffed between their teeth.

Just over 100 cavalry came out from the flanks sparsely, but the tens of thousands of Wuhuan cavalry did not dare to move. Seeing the big banner still stained with blood, the bloody tribal soldiers just mentioned it. The power of blood courage dissipated completely like the remnant snow and scorching sun in an instant.

Even the originally dense encirclement expanded outwards.

The shadow of a famous tree, in the battle outside the city yesterday, Zhang Liao completely made his reputation in Liaodong. In people's hearts, the shadow is probably not much lower than that of Xue Rengui.

It was the most painful torture!On one side, the flock of sheep that depend on them for survival is being slaughtered one by one, on the other side, there is an insurmountable demon squatting there waiting to be sent to death. Tens of thousands of Wuhuan nomadic cavalry watched as sheep were slaughtered one by one from the stockade. They were taken out of the village, hung on the slaughter rack in front of them, and bled on the spot, and finally peeled and frozen into a ball, and were carried back to the stockade by those damn Han people.

In the evening, when the sun turned around and shone red on the bloody snow, the last sheep was slaughtered. Satisfied, Zhang Liao returned to the village with his shoulders swaying, but the Wuhuan tribe who surrounded the gate were Reluctant to leave for a long time.

The sheep are gone!The tribe is starving!How can we get through this cold winter?
(End of this chapter)