Riding and chopping: Overlord of the Han and Hungarians

Chapter 129

Whether King Wuhuan died or not had little to do with Zhang Qi, even if King Wuhuan survived this battle, Zhang Qi would let him die.

As long as he is a low-level person, anyone with a little bit of power will not live long with him.

Even in the army, he only needs the level of a hundred commanders below a thousand commanders.

Low status means easy manipulation, and low status is easier to be captured by beliefs.

"Let them stay to clean up the battlefield, and let the sergeant Eagle Tune and I go to the royal court."

Looking at the broken battlefield, Zhang Qi said coldly.

Hu Ling froze for a moment, then cupped her hands: "No!"

"Hu Er, get up and go up to Wuhuan King's Court with you."

"Oh." Hu Er scratched his head, got up and followed behind Zhang Qi.

"My lord, your horse."

One person brought a cross-country horse for Zhang Qi, he stood up, followed Hu Ling to pass the pass, and 400 soldiers were separated from the sergeants who were cleaning the battlefield to gather at Zhang Qi's side.

"Get on the horse! Follow my horse on Wuhuan!"

"promise!"

The shouts were in unison.

Zhang Qi and the others left this bloody and muddy battlefield and galloped quickly.

It is only twenty miles away from Wuhuan King's Court, Zhang Qi and the others will arrive soon.

Looking at the Wuhuan royal court in chaos, Zhang Qi sighed.

"It seems that it will take some time to clean up."

Holding the steel knife high, Zhang Qi shouted angrily: "Occupy Wuhuan! Sergeants maintain the order of the royal court, and those who take advantage of adultery and looters will be killed without mercy! If there are those who rob horses and flee, stop them if you can, and let them go if you can't stop them!" Leave! Stabilize the Wuhuan Royal Court first!"

"promise!"

400 people scattered and poured into the Wuhuan Royal Court, besides Hu Er, there were only a dozen or so female soldiers who had been acting as bodyguards beside Zhang Qi.

They didn't get off their horses, and went straight to the king's tent, which was the easiest to distinguish.

Once inside, the Wuhuan people who robbed property immediately knelt down and kowtowed for mercy.

Zhang Qi was not interested in these belongings. He grabbed a maid and asked viciously, "Where did your king lock up the people he brought a few days ago?"

The maid was frightened and cried, sobbing while raising her finger to the outside: "Oh, just...in the yurt a hundred meters away from the king's tent."

"Qinghua, take someone there!"

"Yes! Your Majesty!"

The team of female guards led Qing Hua to accept the order, and with a wave, a group of female soldiers followed her out of the king's tent.

Zhang Qi looked at the kneeling Wuhuan people in the king's tent, snorted coldly, and ordered the remaining female soldiers and guards to tie them up.

Within a few minutes, Qing Hua appeared in the king's tent with Lu Mu full of alcohol.

The moment he saw Zhang Qi, even in his 40s, Lu Mu couldn't help but burst into tears.

"Your Majesty! It's God's blessing that the little old man can see you again, woo woo woo, Lu Mu made his own way this time, please punish him!"

"The matter of punishment will be discussed after everyone is ready. What about those sentries?"

Zhang Qi had a cold face. If he really had something to blame Lu Mu in his heart, then he really didn't, but he had to pretend, otherwise other people who hadn't received spiritual implants would follow suit. How could the team lead them? !
Lu Mu sobbed twice, and wiped away his tears: "Your Majesty, after I was brought to the royal court, King Wuhuan separated me from all the Youshao brothers. The little old man doesn't know where they are at the moment."

"Blue and white!"

"exist!"

"Take Hu Er and a group of female soldiers to find them, tell them who can provide information, and reward ten cattle and sheep each!"

"Yes!"

As soon as Lu Mu was brought back, Qing Hua was sent out again.

When only Lu Mu and Zhang Qi were left in Wang's tent, he asked, "How was the trip to Liaodong?"

"Being protected by the gods of the king, everything went smoothly. Although Zhang Yi, the prefect of Liaodong, did not promise anything clearly, he wanted the king to send the heads of the Huns."

"Based on the humble opinion of the little old man, the matter of Liaodong can be solved."

Hearing this, Zhang Qi nodded slightly: "Since that's the case, when the turmoil in the Wuhuan Royal Court stabilizes, you can take people to Liaodong.

This Wuhuan can be regarded as an unexpected harvest, if he really wants to come with a sword and a sharp gun, the running prairie people will not be easy to chase. "

"Your Majesty is still blessed by the gods, and this is the day when Xianbei Wuhuan once again serves as the Ming Lord."

Lu Mu boasted on the side, and Zhang Qi couldn't help laughing a few times.

Gradually, the noisy royal court became quieter, and all the herdsmen were driven back to their yurts. Zhang Qi's soldiers killed people as they said, without any discussion.

Of course, all they killed were the rebellious Wuhuan people, and when they killed more, there would be no chaos in the royal court.

Until it was dark, Yingbu and Hu Ling's Wolfbu rushed to the royal court with the black soldiers of Wuhuan.

The Libu hadn't returned yet, and Zhang Qi wasn't worried. As far as Wang Li's subordinates were fighting and equipped, even if there were several times as many enemies as him on the grassland, as long as they weren't besieged, they wouldn't be in any danger.

As the army came to the Wuhuan Royal Court, the royal court became even more silent, just like the Xianbei Royal Court back then.

Anyway, it's all here, and Zhang Qi can't just leave. Although Xianbei's side has not been fully consolidated, Wuhuan will definitely not give up.

Sending people to hurry up, Zhang Qi wrote a letter to go back.

There was no other person in the letter, Zhang Qi asked Hui, Bo, and Hu Shui to temporarily manage some affairs of the Xianbei royal court, and by the way, 5000 people were relocated.

In the letter, Zhang Qi repeatedly emphasized that those sent must be devout people who believe in the gods, and only these people can quickly assimilate other people.

He was busy until late at night, and Wang Li's troops also rushed back. Counting the soldiers he gathered outside, more than [-] prisoners were captured in the Wuhuan battle.

These captives, Zhang Qi, had already planned to implement the work-point system, but what they had to do was to build a road from Wuhuan to Xianbei.

They can apply to return to normal status at any time if they have enough work points, but before they have enough work points, they are slaves.

The harvest was great, but the casualties were also great. The wolf tribe did not lose a single soldier, the eagle tribe had nearly a hundred casualties, and the Wang Li tribe suffered the most. His army was the most capable of fighting, but the more capable it was, the easier it was to die.

In this campaign, Wang Li's troops lost more than [-] people, directly losing half of the organizational system. Zhang Qi was very distressed, but he could get [-] enemies wiped out and [-] prisoners with [-] bo, Zhang Qi had nothing to say.

And those old soldiers who survived will gradually become the backbone. Under the influence of their training, the remaining seven hundred soldiers of the plow army will bring out at least seven thousand elite soldiers.

Changing the concept, Zhang Qi felt much more comfortable. Although human lives are not numbers, Zhang Qi is getting used to treating them as numbers.

Come on little by little, this is the only way to go, it is never empty talk.

Just like Zhang Qi's proud son of heaven who is on the same stage now, people often only see his great achievements and subconsciously ignore the numerous bones under this great achievements.

Ten rooms and nine empties are the repertoire that will be performed on this land of China. What Zhang Qi has to do is to compete!
(End of this chapter)