Second Sister Nongmen has space

Chapter 101

In the past, under the control of the Zhenbei Army, they raised sheep at the foot of the mountain, planted some corn on the mountain, and usually helped the guards work to earn a few pennies.

With the guards there, the Dilu people dare not come to rob sheep and people.

Although life is simple, as a criminal who has been assigned, he can barely survive this day.

But four years ago, Xuanwei Army was stationed here.

Those military masters complained about the hard life here, and began to take pleasure in torturing military households.

The women of military households are their playthings, and the men are their slaves, who can be beaten or scolded whenever they want.

If anyone dares to resist, just find an excuse to escape and behead them directly.

When the Dilu people fought up just now, these Xuanwei troops forced the military households to fight again, and they wanted to escape.

As a result, the military households directly opened the fort to let the Dilu people in, and all the Xuanwei troops stationed here were beheaded.

Zhao Tinglei and Zhao Yanjiao probably didn't expect such a situation to happen.

He felt that no matter how bad the Xuanwei Army was, it could last three days.

Three days is enough time for the rescue team to arrive.

Attack from inside and outside, close up and down, and the Dilu people who were driven by the third brother will be caught.

In this way, the power of the Xuanwei army and the Di clan can be consumed at a minimum cost.

However, he never expected such an ending.

With such good luck, I am afraid that even the Dilu people themselves did not expect it.

Even though they had repelled an attack from the Xuanwei army in Pingliang Fort, they still couldn't believe that they, who were running for their lives in the grassland two days ago, would easily occupy a Wu Dynasty guard.

There will be fire roasts, meat to eat, and women to play with, all of which were given to him by the people of the Wu Dynasty.

Apart from joy, there is also hatred, fear, and anxiety.

This group of people is running for their lives, hiding here is not a long-term solution, and they must find a way to go back to the grassland to retrieve their tribe and family.

It was a morning five days ago, and there was snow in the sky. On the winter pasture in Pyeongchang, the cattle had not yet been slaughtered.

The smoke from the cooking in the tent is rising, the milking woman is busy shuttling among the cows, and the children are also busy picking up cow dung, everything is normal.

However, when a group of ten cavalrymen wrapped from head to toe in white cloaks appeared on the gentle slope outside the camp, the tranquility was completely broken.

Due to various reasons, frictions of one kind or another often occur between the ministries of the grassland.

It is not uncommon to go to war, so each tribe's camp area is very wary of people who appear around them.

The wolves in the grassland are a threat to cattle and sheep, but the most terrifying threat to human beings is humans, especially strangers who appear at this time,

The hostility is written all over his face.

The women screamed and put the cattle and sheep together, and pulled the children who were running around to avoid being trampled by the frightened cattle.

The men shouted, found their horses, raised their machetes and bows and arrows, and prepared to meet the enemy.

The sheepdogs barked wildly, and the cattle ran wild in fright.

The Pyeongchang tribe is only a small tribe of about 30 people. Excluding women, children and the elderly, there are only more than [-] men who can ride horses.

But the opponent has only ten riders, and the Pingchang Department has a great chance of winning.

Faced with the panic of the Pyeongchang Department, the strange white cavalry did not take advantage of the chaos to attack.

Instead, under the leadership of a young man wearing turquoise earrings, he stood motionless on the top of the slope, waiting for the other party to finish his rectification.

Only a dozen breaths later, more than a dozen horses ran out of the chaos, and these were all soldiers from the Pyeongchang Ministry.

With the sound of shouting and shouting, they rushed on the snowflakes, and they wanted to use their horse speed to rush up the gentle slope to meet the enemy before the enemy approached.

The hurried horseshoes splattered dry grass, and the men from the Pyeongchang Department shouted and cursed loudly, slashing in the air with sharp scimitars, making a piercing sound.

The horses of the white knights also moved, starting slowly.

Within a few breaths, each other entered the range of each other's arrow feathers.

The people from the Pingchang Department took the lead in shooting the feathered arrows. Although they had already entered the range, those arrows did not have much strength. They only made a tinkling sound when they were shot at the white knight, and then fell to the ground.

Another breath passed, and the leading young man shouted: "Let the arrow", and the knight following him drew his bow.

Ten people shot their arrows at the same time, only to hear the dull sound of the bowstring, and the ten arrows hit the knight in front of Pingchang Department accurately like a torrential rain.

At this moment, the strongest warrior of the Pyeongchang tribe was immediately tied into a hedgehog, and his whole body was brought backward by the force of the arrow rain, and he smashed heavily into the following horses, and immediately the people behind were turned on their backs.

The horse that lost its owner neighed and galloped out, then looked back.

In the Pingchang Ministry, before those who had fallen off their horses stood up, the fast horses of the white knights had already caught up to them, and they were greeted by scimitars.

These white knights moved in unison, as if the ten of them were the same person, no one could stop them wherever they went.

There were screams and cries in the entire camp, blood was splashed everywhere, and the injured people staggered and ran around.

In just one round, the enemy only came with ten men, and the Pyeongchang Division was defeated.

There were seven or eight corpses lying on the ground. In a panic, the dozen or so people who were not injured did not dare to fight any more. They fled the camp on horseback and quickly disappeared into the vast grassland.

At this moment, several white knights came out from behind the gentle slope, and followed them silently.

Without the protection of men, the elderly women and children of the Pyeongchang Department gathered together and looked at the masked cavalry with horror on their faces.

Someone from the white cavalry rode over: "Let your leaders come out!"

In the crowd, an old man with a wrinkled face came out, stroked his chest and saluted: "I am..."

"Zakamu!"

The knight raised his hand to take off his mask, and opened his mouth to call out the old man's name.

Zakamu stared blankly at Zhao Tingduo's face, the panic in his eyes gradually disappeared, leaving only doubt and anger: "Who are you? I don't know you! Why did you attack my tribe?"

"It doesn't matter who I am, Zakamu, do you remember the Uda tribe?"

"Uda Tribe!"

Zakamu's face paled instantly.

As if hearing some ridiculous name, a strange expression appeared on his wrinkled face: "The Wuda tribe has long since disappeared. They are wolf dogs from the Wu Dynasty, and the Dilu Grassland cannot tolerate them."

"No, they're back, and they're here today to recover their blood debt." Zhao Tingduo raised his bow and arrow, "Don't you want to say something?"

"No, no, no, you can't do this. It's not that I didn't want to help back then, so I can't do this."

Seeing the bow and arrow, Zakamu, who had just forced himself to be calm just now, knelt on the ground and begged Zhao Tingduo, "I want to help too, but Abuli forbids me...ah!"

Before he finished speaking, the arrow in Zhao Tingduo's hand flew out, directly piercing Zakamu's chest.

Zakamu fell to the ground like a stake, his eyes stared blankly at the sky, his lips squirmed, and a mouthful of blood gushed out of his mouth, drowning his last words.

Zhao Tingduo looked at him coldly, 20 years have passed, this man used to deceive the Wuda tribe's trust with sweet words, and now he is still trying to deceive people with deceitful words.

Back then, it was Zakamu who suggested to Abuli to annex the Uda tribe in the name of marrying Uyal.

It was he who revealed his whereabouts that caused the leader of Udabu to let his grandfather ambush in the middle of the road, causing serious injuries and death.

(End of this chapter)