Wei Wuhou

Chapter 412 No Resistance 1
(Thanks to the big local tyrant "0 Bona Baichuan 0" for the reward, your buttocks in the position of guardian are not hot yet, and you are the elder of the book again!)
According to the agreement between Hu Hansan and Yan Qing, their plan is to divide into two groups, one on the left and one on the right to attack the Hu people.

This has two advantages. The first is that it can narrow down one's own target, further reducing the possibility of being discovered.

The second is that this can form an encirclement, preventing any fish from slipping through the net, and it can also put greater psychological pressure on the enemy.

So, just like this, Hu Hansan and Yan Qing arrived at the Hu tribe separately.

At this time, the grassland was quiet, and the Hu people who were grazing outside had been killed by those scouts.

When he was only four miles away from the place where the Hu people lived, Hu Hansan gathered all his subordinates. At this time, he was going to make the final pre-war mobilization.

I just heard him say to the crowd: "Brothers, you have given us this opportunity today, so you have to seize it! Later, I will show you all the things you usually train, and that person has the most severed heads. ..."

After a pause, Hu Hansan continued: "You all know that the young master said that if you want to be promoted in the future, you must exchange your head!"

"My lord, you should hurry up and give the order! The young master is still waiting for the head of the barbarian!" A soldier below said enthusiastically.

Immediately, another human said: "That's right, my lord, if we don't do anything, the people over there will take the lead!"

Being coaxed together like this, Hu Hansan's subordinates became excited. They were usually trained like dogs in the military camp, but now they just hope to prove themselves by killing the enemy.

Hu Hansan laughed loudly, and then said: "Okay, it really is my brother, Hu Hansan!"

Speaking of this, Hu Hansan pulled the rein and turned the horse's head, then drew out his sword and pointed to the sky: "Brothers, we are the sharpest swords in the hands of the young master, let me kill you..."

As soon as Hu Hansan said the word kill, all the soldiers clamped their legs like a conditioned reflex, and then suddenly swung their whips.

For a moment, the sound of horseshoes roared, and the soldiers increased their impact speed as quickly as possible.

Hu Hansan was at the forefront of the team at this time, raised his sword and shouted: "Long live my son...kill..."

"Long live son, kill..." the soldiers shouted afterward.

Wei Wuji, as the soul of the entire army, as the idol of all soldiers, as the bestower of power and wealth, is naturally the source of courage for the soldiers.

On the other side, the subordinates led by Yan Qing also launched a charge at this time...

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The Naiti tribe, a tribe whose name is not even known, today is a big day for their tribe.

Although their population is only over a thousand, they also have their own set of customs. Today is their monthly day to worship the gods.

The Naiti tribe is really too weak, not only accepted the exploitation of the Donghu people, but also often blackmailed by the nearby tribes.

If it was more than ten years ago, they could supplement their consumption by massacring the villages outside the Great Wall.But now that there are no Wei people's villages outside the Great Wall, they can only pray to the gods for good luck.

But at this time, the people of the Naiti tribe who were praying in the open space in the center of the town felt something strange, which made them feel uneasy.

After a few minutes, they immediately understood where the strangeness came from, it was the ground under their knees, which was already shaking.

As a tribe living on horseback, they immediately realized that this was the sound of a large group of horses galloping.

Even, they could quickly estimate that the number of horses that came was about three to five hundred.

The most indispensable thing on the grassland is killing, so their sense of crisis is very strong.

The chief of the Naiti tribe, that is, the vicious man kneeling on the altar, immediately stood up and said in the tribal language: "Warriors, take up your weapons and mount your steeds to protect your women's children!"

Yes, when the enemy and the enemy were unknown, he directly designated the other party as the enemy.

Everyone below is in a hurry, the weapons are okay, they are all carried with them... but their own war horses are at home.

Looking at the busy scene below, a man with a broken arm standing next to the chief comforted himself at this moment: "Chief, I'm afraid those families are coming to ask for horses and cattle and sheep again!"

The few families in this population refer to the tribes that are close to them on the Hanoi grassland, and there was such a big battle half a month ago.

Although the chief also had the same judgment in his heart, he always felt a little uneasy in his heart, as if he had been abandoned by the gods.

The speed on horseback was very fast, and they armed themselves in less than a minute.Although they have already predicted the "enemy" in their hearts and there will be no real battle, they still dare not relax themselves.

Just when those who could mount their horses in the Naiti tribe were ready to fight, they hurried in from outside the tribe to ride, but they were in charge of guarding outside.

Just as the chief was about to ask questions, the visitor cried out, "Wei people are here, and everyone outside is dead..."

"Wei people?" The chieftain read a sentence, and then looked at the sky, only to find a black spot getting closer and closer to him.

With a "swish", the chieftain lost consciousness, and a feather arrow made by the Wei army was stuck in the center of his forehead.

At the moment before he lost consciousness, what the chief couldn't let go of was still how the tribe should continue.

"The leader is dead..." Among the tribal warriors gathered below, someone let out a mournful roar.

However, they didn't panic, thinking that the one-armed man standing beside the lost chief had already picked up his weapon.

"Warriors, if the enemy wants to drink our blood, we will send them to hell!" the one-armed man roared.

"Kill, avenge the leader!"

At this time, the Naiti Department is united as one and has been driven to a dead end, so they have to work hard.

But in an instant, a large black cloud appeared in the sky above Naitibu... It was the greeting from the god of death.

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"Shoot all the arrows on your back..."

In the speeding teams on both sides, Hu Hansan and Yan Qing both issued the same order at this time.

This is the dismissal proposed by my young master. Within 50 meters of the shooting range, all the arrows in the quiver should be shot out to give the enemy a thunderous momentum.

But this style of play is also called "blitzkrieg" by the young master, but there is no in-depth explanation for this name, which makes Hu Hansan a little puzzled.

The 50 meters passed quickly, and even those who hadn't shot all their arrows dropped their bows at this time and began to charge.

Soon, the teams from both sides rushed into the settlement of the Naiti tribe, and raised their butcher knives at the Naiti tribe who were already a little confused.

On one side are the elite soldiers with the fastest speed, and on the other side are the tribesmen who are in chaos and disorder, with little room for maneuver.

The situation and result of the war are obvious, and this is a one-sided massacre.

The whole Naiti tribe died out after 10 minutes, replaced by the helpless cries of old and weak women and children.

The Naiti Department, which has been inherited for hundreds of years, and the Naiti Department, which has also struggled for decades, was removed at this time.The chief of the Naiti tribe no longer has to worry about the inheritance of the tribe.

(End of this chapter)