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Chapter 424 Huskies' Tactics

Wang Hou knew that most of the generals who were defeated by the nomads of this era were not defeated, but annoyed to death by them!

Unknowingly, in the heavy snow shell, the Qingzhou Army played with these nomadic militiamen for a day.

He didn't suffer. Don't look at the 100 heavy infantrymen in front who were shot like arrow targets, and their bodies and feet were full of arrows and they didn't die, but their small eyes were itchy and painful. On the contrary, it was these nomadic cavalrymen who shot at each other. More than [-] people were knocked down.

It was so cold that the soles of the feet were scratched like cats, it was really boring to fight, Wang Hou actually ordered the heavy infantry to launch two charges to warm up, watching the heavy infantry with arrows stuck in their bodies like a big bear, holding the long halberd slowly As they rushed forward, those Wuhuan cavalrymen who were shooting arrows back and forth were so frightened that they ran away without shooting their arrows. That cowardice made the Qingzhou army laugh out loud, which could be regarded as a bit of a lively atmosphere on the battlefield.

It can't be said that these Wuhuan people are not so unbearable, just like Pu Songling's one wolf sleeping in front and one wolf digging a hole in the back, Wang Hou didn't pay attention. The Huan cavalry soldiers came from behind, groaned, slammed their whips and rushed towards Wang Hou's back, killing him, Wang Hou was so scared that he trembled.

It's just that they lack a little practice, there are Wang Hou's crossbowmen at the bottom, but not at the top?In the back, more than 300 crossbowmen who had been bored watching for a long time hugged their arrows together, and a burst of small crossbow arrows shot at him crying father and mother. More than 100 people shot more than half of them down, and the rest came from where they came from and shot them back. There was a dead horse grinning all over the place.

However, with the war going on like this, these Wuhuan nomads still didn't leave, and later they didn't even shoot arrows, they just squatted there next to each other more than 100 meters away, staring at Wang Hou with big eyes and small eyes.

After a windy day, the snow cleared up in the afternoon, but when the sun set, the weather began to cool down again. Looking at the slanting sun, the old faces were flushed, and a group of small-eyed and big beards were freezing again. As soon as he sneezed, Wang Hou waved his hand resentfully.

"Order, retreat!"

"Let these squatting ones squat by themselves!"

"State Shepherd!"

Wang Hou had just turned his head back when a report sounded from behind him. He turned around in astonishment, but Zhuge Fugui pointed at his feet, and reported strangely without the consciousness of such a guy.

"Zhou Mu, this guy is not dead, do you want to kill him?"

Not to mention, there was a hole in the leg, and it had been freezing all day, and he rushed forward with an ax like a big fool. The two-meter-high animal was still not frozen to death, shivering while hugging its thigh in the snow Wang Hou's eyes widened in surprise.

"Not dead yet?"

"Then take them back, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah."

"The last will obey!"

A bit regretful and talking too much, he put this heavy and heavy man on his shoulders, Zhuge Fuguier sadly supported him and walked back, and the rest of the heavy infantry also kicked left and right, angry. Dragging back, watching Wang Houjun retreat to the stockade, the Wuhuan army on the opposite side couldn't help but eager to run forward, but after hesitating for a while, they still squatted on the spot and did not dare to move.

The weird prairie war of this day finally came to an end.

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Back in the stockade, Wang Hou's torment had just begun. No matter how many wounds the heavy infantry had suffered, he gathered them all in a big tent, stripped off all their armor, and roasted their buttocks. Fire and wait.

But those who rewarded them were not some pretty Japanese girls or young ladies from Qingzhou, but a few dried-up Eternal Fire doctors with only skin and bones left, each of them carrying a big gourd with a red lettering on it in each hand.

Opening the mouth of the gourd, a strong smell of wine wafted out immediately, making the heavy infantry animals drool uncontrollably, but in just a moment, there were bursts of grinning howls coming from the tent.

These are all distilled twice, it is estimated to be more than 70 degrees of alcohol, directly sprinkled on the small eyes of the arrow wound on the body, let alone the painful feeling.

I heard that the arrowheads of the nomads were soaked in fermented cow and sheep manure, and they were contaminated with infectious bacteria. They could be regarded as the earliest biological weapons in history. Wang Hou didn't know if this was true or not, but he raised a heavy infantryman, Yinzihua. He gained a lot, and he didn't want to pay for a negligent infection.

Then, all the soldiers and horses going to battle should wash their feet with snow first, and then re-soak their feet with hot water and ginger to prevent frostbite.

"Uuuuuuuuuu..."

No matter which nationality, the screaming sound is the same. The big man's fur pants were ripped open, half a gourd of wine was poured on it, and Wuhuan's animals immediately jumped up screaming and screaming. They were still dying just now. Now it is alive and kicking and painful.

"Hey! Young man, you are truly the chosen one!"

Seeing the big man rolling all over the ground in amazement, the old Taoist who was in charge of handling him couldn't help sighing: "A shot went through the main artery, bleeding in the snow for a long time, still not dead! Young man, you Will you believe in the eternal fire?"

"Nagro?"

Clutching his thighs and gasping for breath, listening to the old-fashioned Chinese, the Wuhuan animal raised its old face covered in perspiration in astonishment, and yelled a word in Wuhuan in astonishment.

"Eternal fire, fire everywhere, extinguished in one place, and rekindled in another place!"

He said very cleverly, and pointed his finger at the fire that was still burning in the brazier. The old Taoist said mysteriously, and as he looked at the brazier with his finger, the big Wuhuan's eyes couldn't help but move. up.

On the other side, Wang Hou felt comfortable. This is the era of scumbags. When a husband serves his wife, his wife must serve his husband. A pot of hot water soaked in sliced ​​ginger was also served. Wang Hou carelessly put his foot down Putting it inside, Zhuge Ying had to roll up her sleeves and kneel on the ground, washing his feet with her white and tender hands.

After soaking comfortably for more than ten minutes, he took the opportunity to get a little advantage on his mistress. As soon as Zhuge Ying returned from pouring water, Wang Hou came out with a bundle of hemp rope with a wretched smile. , and said confidently while patting the bed.

"Today, Japan will go to battle and suffer from the wind and cold, and urgently need a meat bun for warming up. Captain Zhuge, for the sake of the millions of people in Qingzhou and the army of [-], it's time for you to dedicate yourself!"

Seeing the lascivious smile on Wang Hou's face, Zhuge Ying was so ashamed that she almost fainted.

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This night, Wang Hou slept comfortably all night with a meat bag that was still warm and could not move, but early the next morning, there was a rapid knock on his wooden door. It rang, and the voice outside was even more anxious.

"State shepherd! State shepherd! Something happened!"

"Come here, come here!"

Good guy, he jumped out of bed in a panic like he was in a ward round, Wang Hou put on his pants in a hurry, Zhuge Ying screamed anxiously with his little hands behind his back, Wang Hou hurriedly hurried Turning back, he untied the rope for her again.

The two dogs of the state shepherd didn't even have time to tidy up their clothes. Tete followed the soldiers at the door and hurried up the snow wall. Looking down, Wang Hou couldn't help but slapped his thigh and yelled, grinning.

"Damn it! He moved his family here?"

In the morning light, under the Snow Wall Village, it was completely lively. Groups of Wuhuan herdsmen, men, women, and children drove cattle, sheep, and horses, and migrated here in a mighty way. They didn't realize that more than 100 people died in vain yesterday. The Wuhuan people of this tribe moved the whole tribe here.

This is the rhythm of dying with Wang Hou!
(End of this chapter)