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Chapter 110
The cities of Linqiang, Xidu, Anyi, and Poqiang all followed the Huangshui River.

Although it is midsummer in July, Huangshui Valley is neither too hot nor too cold, and the summer wind is mild.

It's just that the burnt Qiang villages and Han villages and the charred and rotting corpses cast a shadow over this peaceful valley.

Wild wolves and wild boars gnaw on corpses, and vultures linger in the sky.

Having seen this kind of scene too much, Yang Zheng got used to it.

Compared with the Qiang people, the Hu people are more tyrannical.

Isn't that the case for the Jie tribe in Wuhuluanhua?
Qiangdi, Xianbei, Xiongnu and the blood relationship of the Han people are unclear.

However, the Xiongnu is also a product of great integration. After being defeated by the Han Dynasty and moving westward, they continued to integrate the Hu people from the Western Regions and Central Asia.

Xia Houba was holding the banner of General Wei, and he was also a nobleman, and all Xiping Han and Qiang who had their hearts on Cao Wei came to attach themselves.

But with more people, the goal is bigger, and food and grass are also a problem.

The quality of soldiers has also been lowered.

Xia Houba was old in the army, so he naturally knew that a large number of people is not necessarily a good thing, so he comforted those who came to rely on him, and ordered them to return to their hometowns, and the imperial army arrived in a blink of an eye.

Ye Wudai turned to attack Hexi, and only the Qiang tribes such as Fatong and Mozhai remained in Xiping.

Although occupying some dangerous city gates, they are not good at defending.

For more than 300 years, the Qiang people have not had a hero. Most of the tribal leaders are short-sighted.

Therefore, after the Qiang tribes such as Fatong and Mozhai captured the city, they were obsessed with pleasure.

Eating, drinking, and playing with women every day is just such a little pursuit.

Xia Houba Yang Zheng went straight to Xidu, passing the city gates along the way, detouring if he could, and raiding if he couldn't.

The Qiang people were lax in defense, and they could easily succeed, and the large Han people in the city would also cooperate with each other.

Soldiers are very fast.

Except for food and ordnance, all non-essential items were discarded.

All the captives were beheaded.

Huangshui is red.

For more than ten days, Xia Houba and Yang Zheng broke through the fortresses of Longzhi, Anyi, and Tumen Pass, and went straight to the Western Capital.

As the most fertile place in Huangshui Valley, it naturally attracted the two major Qiang tribes, Fatong and Mozai.

The Qiang people were in chaos as usual. The camps, military formations, and fortifications were all sloppy and crude. Twenty or thirty thousand people were in a mess. People and livestock were mixed together.

There are more than a dozen small tribes in the big tribe, and each felt tent is a team of people.

The only advantage is that there are many people.

The Central Plains was torn apart and fighting continued, but the population of the Qiang people continued to grow.

As the population grows, various needs gradually emerge.

Xiahouba's scouts killed more than a dozen Qiang scouts.

At this time, the Wei army was less than [-] miles away from the Qiang people. The Qiang people knew nothing about it and only concentrated on besieging Xiping.

"What Xing Yun said is true, the mob of Qiang and Hu is not difficult to defeat, take a good rest today, and defeat the bandits tomorrow morning!" Xia Houba's confidence was high.

Along the way, the Qiang people fell apart, without even a decent opponent.

The two led more than a dozen scouts to stand on the hill overlooking the Qiang camp.

Yang Zheng solemnly bowed his hands, "This subordinate is willing to lead the headquarters as the vanguard to charge and kill the enemy's formation. When the enemy army is in chaos, the general can lead Qingqi to charge and kill."

Xia Houba raised his head and laughed loudly, "If I have a son like Xingyun, I will have no worries after death."

When marching and fighting, the most taboo thing is the word death, which is still spoken by the general.

But at this time Xia Houba was in high spirits, so it was hard for Yang Zheng to get into trouble.

He wanted to recognize Xiahouba as his adoptive father, but once it came to him, Xiahouba's lintel was too high and he might not be able to appreciate him, and he couldn't take it seriously on a whim. Even if Xiahouba respected himself, could his brothers and nephews respect him?
Secondly, being tied too deeply with Xiahouba, will he go to Shu with his bucket in the future?

After finally getting some improvement in the northwest, he went to live under the fence again?
The Kingdom of Shu is not so easy to mess with.

Besides, it is not a good thing for the Three Kingdoms to worship the righteous father.

There are also many filial sons and loving fathers in this era.

Before there was Dong Zhuo and Lu Bu, then there was Ma Chao, and later, Liu Bei beheaded Liu Feng.

Seeing that the sky was getting dark, Yang Zheng remonstrated: "It's not suitable to stay here for a long time, the general should return immediately."

Originally, Xia Houba should not have come to visit the camp this time.

But since entering Xiping, Xia Houba has adopted Yang Zheng's suggestion and made great strides. He never loves to fight and advances rapidly. In the past, he was firmly suppressed by Guo Huai, but recently he is proud of himself.

So it is inevitable that there will be some complacency.

Before the battle was fought, Xia Houba had decided that the battle of Xiping would be won.

If the Qiang-Hu rebellion can be put down this time, Xiahouba's voice in Yongliang will be further increased.

And Yang Zheng's contribution will not be small.

Blown by the mountain wind, Xia Houba also calmed down a bit, staring straight at Yang Zheng.

Yang Zheng felt terrified at the sight.

"Then let's go back to the camp." Xia Houba said quietly, pulled up his horse and left.

It seems to be a bit of a disappointment.

Yang Zheng followed closely behind.

Less than half the distance, the twilight has swept across the sky like a wave, and the huge mountain shadow covers the earth.

There are shadows in the mountains and forests, and there are rustling sounds of running.

"Zhu Zi'an dares to spy on me!" Xia Houba roared angrily, pulled his horse and rushed into the forest.

Just now he was so arrogant and dry, but now he is so angry.

This black lamp blind volcano is densely forested, just in case something goes wrong...

At that time, Guo Huai will not let him go, and Xiahou's family will not let him go...

Is it because he refused to be a adopted son?
Yang Zheng smiled wryly in his heart.

It really isn't a good thing for a leader to think too highly of himself...

Yang Zheng could only ride his horse to keep up.

But Xiahouba's roar was already heard from ahead.

Yang Zheng didn't dare to neglect and drove forward.

Entering the forest, I couldn't help but gasp.

In the dark jungle, dense green eyes pierced like awls.

Ferocity and brutality are like electricity.

Yang Zheng's whole body shook, and the horse under his crotch neighed uncomfortably, his body trembled slightly, his four hooves lost their usual calmness, and almost hit a tree trunk.

Fortunately, Yang Zheng was also a person who was killed from the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood, so he quickly stabilized his mind and tightly grasped the reins.

Horses are also very human animals.

If the master is stable, they are also stable.

In the darkness, figures stepped out, and they turned out to be wolves.

Wolves are social animals, different from wild boars, bears and other stupid animals. They know how to advance and retreat, know how to go up and down, when the enemy is tired, we advance, and when the enemy advances, we retreat...

Many Qiang tribes and Xiongnu worshiped wolves as gods.

Yang Zheng had never seen such a big wolf, and it was almost as big as a calf.

Grinning his teeth, his beard and hair were parted, and his mouth was drooling.

The Qiang people besieged Xiping. The bloody corpses and the smell of livestock kept attracting wolves.

"Bastard!" Xia Houba's curse brought Yang Zheng back to reality.

He saw that several hungry wolves had already killed his war horse, and several other hungry wolves pounced on him.

Xiahouba fought vigorously with his saber and killed several wolves, but the wolf corpses were gnawed into bones by other hungry wolves in a blink of an eye.

Wolves in the dark always have some evil nature.

Yang Zheng rode his horse and rushed over, the sword light in his hand curled up, and the hungry wolf that rushed forward was broken in two.

"General." Yang Zheng held out a hand.

Xia Houba got on his horse.

But the war horse couldn't bear the burden of the two middle-aged men, and its legs went limp and it collapsed to the ground.

A dozen or so wolves all around rushed at the same time.

Yang Zheng and Xia Houba were fighting back to back, and the men who were fighting each other had armor on their bodies. A dozen wolves were naturally no problem, but behind the dozen wolves were dozens or hundreds of wolves...

Fortunately, at this time, the personal soldiers caught up and showed their weapons.

The alpha wolf let out a long howl, and the pack retreated.

Xiahouba smiled wryly, "These bastards..."

The more Yang Zheng listened to it, the more weird it became...

(End of this chapter)