"Big brother, let me go with you to avenge my dead brother." The black tiger knelt on the ground, his body was full of medicine smeared by the witch doctor, and he didn't know what the ingredients of this medicine were. Behind the black tiger knelt the surviving Hun wrestlers, fifty-eight people, which was the total number. Ten days of recuperation allowed their wounds to recover. Now, they want revenge, and they want to pay the blood debt for their fallen brothers!

Fighting a war is a troublesome matter, and just collecting the Xiongnu herdsmen scattered in various pastures will waste the old nose strength. People from all walks of life gathered in front of the Black Wind Tent, 20,000 people! This is the strength that Black Wind can now reach, and all tribes have to graze their cattle by hand. If the cattle and sheep are not fat enough, what do they eat in winter?

"Black Tiger, the wounds on your body ......" Hei Feng hesitated a little, it stands to reason that Black Tiger should be allowed to participate in this crusade. But the injuries on the black tiger's body made him feel uneasy, in case this ramming battle array stepped forward to fight on a whim, and the wound was broken, it was not a joke.

"Big brother, the injuries on my body are almost healed. It's just a bite from the arrow of the Huaxia dog, and the eldest brother doesn't have to take it to heart. This time, Lao Tzu wants to screw off the heads of those Chinese people to avenge his brothers. ”

"Big brother, according to the news from Big Brother Black Dragon. Yun Yue only has a few thousand people in his hands, and we used to rush head-on. This time, let's give him a front and rear attack, no matter how strong his military formation is, it will not be able to withstand our charge four times his size. Just let Huzi go, if he can't take revenge, he will be sick. Heihong said on the side.

"Alright! Huzi, you have to be obedient when you go out this time. If my brother won't let you go into battle and kill, won't you be able to hear it? "Black Wind thinks about more than 20,000 people, and it doesn't hurt to take this brother with him. Let the black tiger kill a few people and relieve the hatred in his heart. Otherwise, with his temperament, he may really be sick.

Black Wind walked out of the tent. Looking at the wooden platform. In front of him were 20,000 stubborn Hun iron horsemen, and a large area of his tribe had become a sea of warriors. In previous years, expeditions were usually in the late autumn or winter, but this year is a little different. In the middle of summer, most of the herdsmen were grazing, and the Huns rarely waged war at this time.

The sun in the sky is like fire, and the grass is full of "buzzing" and "buzzing" mosquitoes and flies. With every step, many grasshoppers are frightened and scurrying around.

Hei Feng walked up to the high platform with a determined expression. Look at the people. "Warriors of the Great Huns! The people of the great Kunlun God, a group of robbers came up on the grassland. They plundered our cattle and sheep, killed our men, and took our women. In just two months, there were Qiu Lin, Li, corpses, Fei Lian and other departments who were brutally murdered.

The women of the Great Huns were crying, and the men of the Great Huns were brutally killed. What are we going to do? ”

"Revenge! Revenge! The 20,000 Huns made a tsunami-like sound. Cattle and sheep from miles away were frightened and scurrying around.

"Good! It is a good boy of my great Huns, and today I will take you to take revenge and avenge the dead people. The strength of the Kunlun God will grow in your body, and the will of the Kunlun God will be conveyed through the weapons in your hands.

I want you, the man who killed them. Take away their women, cattle and sheep, and let those damned Chinese people know that the grassland is not where they came from. ”

"Whoa" "Whoop" "Whoop" "Whoop" "Whoop...... The Hun cavalry shouted wildly with excitement, and the bright blades reflected the sunlight unusually dazzlingly.

"Knock" "Knock" ...... The war drums were accompanied by the sound of the trumpet. The priest beside Black Wind began to writhe like crazy. The guy next to him is holding a tambourine in one hand and a mallet in the other. While singing loudly. From a distance, it looks like the Yellow Turban Uprising, and up close, it looks like Zhong Kui catching ghosts.

A whole sheep, a huge bull's head. Several of the plundered Chinese girls were washed clean, naked and steamed in a cauldron. Sitting cross-legged on the altar, his body shiny and full of steamed oil. These are all sacrifices to the Kunlun God, hoping that the omnipotent Kunlun God will bless everyone who goes out to fight with a harvest.

"Let's go!" The sound of war drums sets the mood to the extreme. With a wave of the black wind's hand, the 20,000 Hun iron horsemen pressed towards Pingliang like a mountain.

"There's always not enough manpower! Iron ore mines and coal mines can't be stopped, so the manpower there can't be pumped out. There were 7,000 Qiang slaves in the city, plus hundreds of Xiongnu slaves. Without a thousand people, we can't hold it down, and we can only use more than 3,000 people. What a difference! Wei Fang held the calculation chip in his hand and said worriedly.

"The tribe of the Black Wind is a hundred thousand people. It is estimated that there are 30,000 or 40,000 people who control the strings. As long as 20,000 people are drawn to attack us, even if we have the whimsy of the Hou Ye, it will be in vain. The fisherman simply threw away the calculations. In this way, only the losers have no hope of winning.

Now it seems that the whole army has given up Pingliang. Migrating to the hinterland of Great Qin is the right way.

"Yes! There are only about 3,000 of us. Dealing with 20,000 or 30,000 people is indeed hitting a stone with an egg. Winning more with less is not so competitive, in addition to taking advantage of the enemy's ignorance of us, terrain luck is very important. Just now you said we have 7,000 Qiang slaves in our hands? Yun Yue thoughtfully used the calculation chip to knock on the case.

"Yes! Five thousand men, two thousand women. The old people were all killed by Ao Canghai, otherwise there would be more. The fisherman said helplessly. Pingliang lacked labor, and Qiang slaves were a good supplement. Unexpectedly, now these people have become the biggest burden. It is necessary to allocate at least 1,000 men from the precious forces to suppress these Qiang people to ensure that they do not make trouble during the battle.

"Seven thousand...... This can be used. Yun Yue said to herself, remembering that Chen Sheng and Wu Guang rebelled. It was Zhang Han who took 300,000 prisoners to build the Mausoleum of the First Emperor and extinguished, and now he has 7,000 prisoners in his hands. If you arm these 7,000 men, you can not only liberate a thousand soldiers and horses. It can also greatly increase combat power, so the best of both worlds is very tempting.

"How to use the law?" Wei Fang looked at Yun Yue with wide eyes, as if he had seen a demon.

"If we give them weapons and let them help us fight. You say, will it ......?"

"No!" Before Yun Yue's words fell, Wei Fang jumped out impatiently to stop it. The old fisherman also looked at Yun Yue as if he had heard the thunderbolt on a sunny day, and he didn't know it.

"We've killed so many Qiang, and now we're going to give them weapons. Do you say they will come to kill us, or will they kill the Huns. The old man also reacted from the shock and hurriedly dissuaded this somewhat whimsical Hou Ye.

"Uh......" Yun Yue also felt that it seemed a little sloppy, and she was just thinking about how to save troops. But I forgot that this old guy is also a person with a high IQ. Since they didn't say it, there must be a reason.

The Qiang people fought to Pingliang, and in their conscience they said that Yun Yue really didn't treat them harshly. I eat corn porridge and white flour steamed buns, and there is meat every once in a while. Speaking of which, it was better than their life in the tribe. But that bastard of Ao Canghai killed many Qiang people and children along the way. In his eyes, only the Qiang people who can work are the Qiang people who can continue to live.

The killers have the blood of the Qiang people on their hands, and this kind of hatred cannot be eliminated with a single meal. This group of bastards, why didn't they ask for it in the first place. Nationalism kills people, but it is Taizu's great pursuit of great national unity that can lead to development.

The conference hall of the General's Mansion fell silent for a while, and everyone looked at the flying dust in a daze.

"Master Hou's method seems to work too." Li Si, who had not spoken all this time, suddenly spoke, and immediately attracted everyone's attention.

"Ahem......!" Li Si coughed lightly and said, "These days, I have dealt with the Qiang people a lot. Most of the Qiang people we captured were originally slaves. In the Qiang tribe, the wives and children of slaves were the property of the master. The Qiang nobles treated them quite harshly, with no clothing and no food. So much so that their lifespans are generally very short, I inquired. Many people die in their thirties.

Therefore, the old man we killed cannot be the blood relatives of the Qiang slaves. Not only did these Qiang people not complain about us, but many of them were grateful. It is we who have given them the dignity of being human beings, and the Hou Ye will not rape their wives and daughters, nor will they snatch their children.

Every meal is full, and there is meat every other day. Clothes and utensils were distributed, and some time ago they were housed in spacious brick houses. Although the daily work is hard, it seems to be more relaxed and comfortable than grazing cattle for the Qiang nobles. I can't guarantee that those Qiang nobles will be given weapons to these Qiang slaves. They promise not to attack us, and if they do, they will reward us accordingly. Lees believes that they will fight for us. ”

The words were not hurried, but they made everyone in the room stunned.

Until the Tang Dynasty, the Qiang people were still from a slave society. Li Si was right, most of these captives were Qiang slaves. The aristocracy is always in the minority, as long as it is possible to identify which ones are slaves and which ones are nobles.

The old fisher and the Wei Fang looked at each other, and they were obviously very clear about the things inside the Qiang people. However, they never wanted to divide and disintegrate the Qiang people from within. When it comes to marching and fighting, it is their strength, and when it comes to figuring out people's hearts, it is Li Si's strength.

"Mr. Li, this matter is related to Pingliang's life and death. Feasible? The fisherman said suspiciously.

"Li Si just said what he saw and heard, and the battle formation strategy is really not Li Si's forte, so he doesn't dare to say anything!"

"Mr. Li Si is right, the Qiang nobles are indeed cruelly oppressing ordinary Qiang slaves. As long as we single out the Qiang slaves to form an army, we can fight the enemy. If there is a military merit in beheading the enemy, we can still give them back their freedom. Land is allocated, and those who are willing to cultivate it. Willing herders give cattle and sheep grazing, houses and cattle and sheep land, these are things they never dreamed of.

For these things, I think they will fight to the death. ”

Money can burn people's courage, and Yun Yue plans to use houses, land, cattle and sheep to burn these Qiang slaves. (To be continued......)