When Pan Geng moved to Yin, I initiated Jian Shang

The grassland nomadic coalition.

At the flagpole, Wu Zhongyu looked at the grassland tribal soldiers who kept gathering, frowned and said: "Are these all the left? They are so ugly, can they quickly harass the villages of Yan State?
You know, most of these villages have perfect defensive fortifications, and some of the weaker villages nearby should have already taken refuge in Dayi by now."

"There's nothing we can do. That's all we can do. But we have summoned the Deer Hermits. They are very good in the snow. With them leading the way, there won't be any problem."

"I hope so." Upon hearing this, Wuzhongyu said no more.

He really hoped that the Lu tribe could bring some gains. On the one hand, it would strengthen his own prestige, and on the other hand, life would be better for everyone next year.

However, the State of Yan was equally difficult to deal with.

Especially the Ba Fu of Yan State, Xin Qu delegated the power to conquer the Ba Fu. If he really wanted to take action, there would be thousands or even tens of thousands of people behind each Ba Fu. If he really had to fight head-on, he would probably be killed before he could achieve any results.

"Forget it, you guys make the arrangements. Fei, keep an eye on the south. If you find a large number of people in the Zhenxi General's Mansion, come back and report immediately and prepare to evacuate."

"Yes!"

Wu Zhongfei agreed and flew away on Pegasus.

Soon, seventeen towns and ninety-seven pastoral villages along the west of Yanshan Mountain, including Hening, were all looted and attacked.

"These damned ones! Damn robbers!"

The Yu tribes under the command of the Yan State had seen the beacon fire from the Yan State, but they did not take it seriously, and then they suffered.

Those who ran fast were already jumping up and down in the nearby cities and cursing.

Those who ran slowly were either robbed or captured.

Atrocities and adultery can be seen at any time on the edge of the battlefield.

"Haha! There's food here!" A cavalryman from the Alqi tribe took away the food in the village and said to Alqi excitedly, "Chief, the people here are really rich!"

"Yes! It's so rich!"

Another person came, holding a ewe in his hand. Behind the ewe was naturally a group of lambs, bleating non-stop.

Alqi took a look and said to his attendants, "Kill the lamb. It's cold now and the ewes won't produce milk. It would be a waste to keep it. Let's eat it first."

Everyone showed joy when they heard this.

How long has it been since I last ate meat?

Come down quickly and pull the ewe away first. The rest of you catch the lamb and take it outside to deal with it.

Soon, they started roasting on the local stove.

"Wow! That guy just now is such a hottie. Such good salt is just left here for nothing!"

As soon as Alqi walked in, he heard a call coming from the stove.

When he came closer to take a look, the white salt on the stove was so dazzling that he could hardly open his eyes.

There is also salt on the grassland, but most of it is the salt from the naturally dried up salt lake. It appears blue because it contains various unprocessed minerals. Therefore, this kind of blue rock is used on the grassland.

Eating too much will cause diarrhea and it will taste bitter in your mouth.

Now, when such white salt came out, the two people who were cooking tasted a little and both showed pleasant surprise: "Not bitter! Delicious!"

"Ahem." Alqi coughed lightly. They were startled, but when they saw it was Alqi, they breathed a sigh of relief and quickly handed the salt to him: "Chief, try it, snow salt! It's very white! And not bitter!"

Alqi nodded, reached out and dipped some to eat. It really just had a pure salty taste and no bitterness at all.

As soon as he thought of this, Alqi couldn't help but feel jealous: "How can these nomadic tribes like us eat such good salt!"

"That's right! Not only that, their sheep haven't lost weight yet. Somehow, the ewes are still able to produce milk even though it's so cold today."

You talk, I talk, all filled with jealousy and envy.

"Humph, they are just a bunch of cowards. When they saw us coming, they ran away immediately!"

"That's right! Since we made so much money on this trip south, let's come back later!"

"Yes, yes! Come again, come again!"

The village was quickly searched.

Several roasted whole lambs were also served, and everyone rushed over. Some people poured wine into the pot, letting it heat and boil, and then scooped it out bowl by bowl to drink.

With wine and meat in the mouth and salt in the mouth, life is really wonderful.

"There must be a hundred bags of food." After eating, the statistics were also completed, and he became more and more excited as he listened: "Great, great, with this amount of food, more of our people will be able to survive."

"But Wuzhong clan wants to take away 70%."

Alqi's face changed slightly, and he finally sighed: "Take whatever you can eat and occupy, and give it to us based on the situation. I don't believe that they won't give us a little more."

"That's true." Hearing this, everyone started eating and drinking even more happily.

At dusk, the sound of drums was heard. Alqi rubbed his numb face and kicked the waists of the tribesmen on both sides: "Get up, get up, gather together. It's too late to go back. The Wuzhong clan's bastards will kill people."

The tribesmen murmured and stood up in dissatisfaction.

But he left anyway.

A large group of them, like scattered ants, are approaching the ant nest.

When it gets dark, most of the tribe are smiling under the campfire.

Of course, there are also tribes that are gloomy and miserable.

"We have suffered a great blow, and 30% of our people have died in the battle. Wuzhong clan, please abide by the agreement! As long as we send troops, no matter how much we rob, you will use half of the 70% collected to compensate us!"

Wu Zhongyu nodded slightly and said, "After the final summary, a sacrifice will be held. After the sacrifice is completed, some of the food, slaves, and livestock will be distributed to you."

After hearing this, these people finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Let the tribes hand over 70% of their harvest. If they choose not to, then the nearby tribes can take action directly. After destroying them, half will go to the tribe that sent out the troops, and the other half will be handed over."

After Wu Zhongyu finished speaking, the tribal leaders who had previously shown tough expressions and were ready to disobey his orders became dispirited one by one.

The people on both sides have expectant and malicious expressions.

As long as the Wuzhong clan's fighting power does not weaken and they can suppress the majority of people, the small tribes will certainly not be able to resist.

As for the big tribes, they themselves have cooperative and in-law relations with the Wuzhong clan.

After that, when the supplies are collected, how they are distributed is no longer decided by the tribes below.

Because these small tribes still have to join the war, and the weaker the tribe, the more they have to go to the front line.

As long as they are all dead, pensions...

Of course they are your wife and children. I will take care of them. Don't worry.

This is the ecological niche on the grassland.

After the confiscation, Wu Zhongyu had people pick out the male lambs from the surrendered materials, slaughter most of them, and make whole roasted lambs to distribute.

For those tribes that suffered heavy losses, each person who died in battle was given 10 kilograms of millet, each person who was seriously injured alive was given 30 kilograms, and each person who was slightly injured was given 20 kilograms.

After a series of combined punches to win over people's hearts, many of these tribes were grateful to Wuzhongyu.

Bonfires, singing and dancing, wrestling and laughter, add a bit of vitality and joy to the snowy fields at night.

After galloping into the wilderness, a group of cavalrymen in white witnessed everything before them, with indifference and murderous aura lingering around them.

"Whoosh-"

The wind and snow came. The cavalry captain turned his horse and said in a cold and murderous voice: "The wind and snow are getting stronger. This is also a chance to bury them. Go back. Three hundred cavalrymen, follow me for a surprise attack tonight."

As I stepped down the slope, a hideous face appeared when the dark clouds were about to cover the moonlight.

There is a word "slave" on his face.

Obviously, this was a cavalryman who was born a slave.

And he is the cavalry leader.

His name is Axle and he was born a slave.

His original surname was Si and his original name was Tan. He was from the Lanti tribe and was a descendant of the Xia Dynasty clan who migrated north.

Later, because of his merits, he was given a carriage named Axis.

He was affiliated to the General Zhenxi's Mansion and was a lower-ranking officer. His clan name was Che Village, Shangguyi. He had eight relatives and seven servants. The land was 500 acres and had three courtyards.

He was promoted for his merits in conquering Guifang, Shefang and Qiongfang and helping to suppress tribal rebellions in Datong.

He is also the vanguard officer heading north this time, and is a fierce gangster brought up by Dai Bing Jia, who is brave and bloodthirsty.

Basically, people who hang out with him can quickly get promoted to the top.

Because he did not distinguish between his enemies and would not leave any laborers behind, as long as they were healthy men, they would basically be slaughtered by him.

And now, as a vanguard, he has the responsibility to defeat the enemy, plunder the enemy's formation, and deter them.

Back at the campsite, Axle gathered everyone together, ate snow and biscuits, conserved their energy, and waited for the wind and snow to stop.

In the second half of the night, everyone shook off the snow covering their bodies, and the horses woke up.

"Let's go! The steps to advancement are right before our eyes!" (End of this chapter)