Only then did the leader react, and his own people in front of him had collapsed, and some had fled. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info he took dozens of the best riders around him to take charge of the break, and the collapsed clansmen could only be slaughtered when they encountered cavalry.

The one hundred and ten people who were in charge of containment in the back also relied on their horses to leave the battlefield, and the old people and children in the outer circle clinged to the scouts held by the white horses, preventing them from attacking their own routs.

Jian Chen blew the pottery whistle and signaled everyone to return to the camp as a team, not to pursue for the time being, but to send scouts to follow behind those people and keep their distance.

In the evening, the scout reported back: "Those men gathered the rout more than ten miles away and sent people to drive us away. It was as if they were going to camp there. ”

Jian Chen smiled: "That's when I saw you." Rats do not run into their nests when they are targeted by snakes, and although they can run fast on horses, women, children, and sheep cannot run so fast. Keep watching. ”

The scout nodded understandingly, as long as he knew what he was going to do.

Jian Chen asked, "How many horses and horned deer are there in the camp?" ”

"More than sixty were caught, and thirty-two horned deer."

Looking at the sky, Jian Chen called a few soldiers around him to his side.

"Early tomorrow morning, the white horse and the tanuki, you two will lead the clan to pursue, don't go too fast, just follow slowly, let them know that you are chasing."

"What about you?"

"I took a wolf's skin, and left you twenty scouts, and I took seventy men straight to their great village. You'll chase it tomorrow for the day, and in the afternoon you'll get closer to the riverbank, and I'll meet you on the riverbank. ”

Several people said, "Isn't it too risky?" What if they still have someone? ”

Chen Jian pointed to a dead child who was only twelve or thirteen years old not far away and said, "If there are still people, it is impossible for such a young child to go to the battlefield." There are basically no men in the village, and they think we don't know where their village is, but in fact we knew about it half a year ago. ”

"Are you saying that these people are trying to lead us after us and let the women and children move away first?"

"It should be, don't look at them riding horses, but the horses have to rest and graze at night, and if they migrate with women and children, they are not as fast as us. Remember, when we got to the river bank in the evening, it was also convenient for us to light a big fire. ”

A few people nodded, and each arranged the affairs of the night, while Chen Jian selected the scouts and those who could ride the horned deer, a total of seventy people, and took out the leather cushion saddles and footropes that had been prepared from the ox cart, so that these clansmen who were not very good at riding could ride on the road.

The selected people went to bed first, and the next morning, as soon as it was dawn, these people were woken up, ate breakfast, drank the horses, stepped on the back of the horses and the horned deer, and followed Chen Jian along the river to the north.

The appearance of stirrups is beneficial to the farming people, because it allows the farming people to train cavalry faster, and they do not need to grow up with horses from an early age; It may also make nomadic tribes stronger and more aggressive.

There are two sides to everything, and before he analyzes it clearly, Jian Chen can only come up with something nondescript, and he can make his clansmen as mounted infantry.

When the sun rose, the tribesmen touched the sweaty horned deer and said, "Why don't you take a break?" If you continue to run like this, the horned deer will not be able to stand it, and you will get sick in the future. ”

"Don't worry about the future."

Jian Chen scolded loudly, telling the clansmen not to think about the mounts, and if they found that village, there would be no shortage of horses.

As for the horned deer that the tribesmen get along with day and night, it is not a choice, whether it is war or farming, the horned deer is far inferior to horses.

Running wildly without sparing the physical strength of his mount, he finally arrived at the village where winter had come in the morning, just as before, only a little panicked.

The village was filled with the bleating of sheep, women tied their young children to wicker baskets on horseback, some had driven their flocks up the river, others were tearing down tents.

A large number of horses used as food were tied to various ropes to make it easier to identify who belonged to them, and to gather in large groups.

Some of the slaves were still toiling in a daze, and it was clear that only a few women were watching over them, but they seemed to have forgotten to resist.

The screams of several women announced the appearance of Chen Jian and the others, and the sudden panic turned the whole village into hell, full of soldiers who clashed back and forth, and only the women's village had no ability to resist at all.

The sudden battle did not wake the slaves awake, they hid quietly in the corner, watching these people rushing back and forth, watching those who had once been so arrogant that they could decide their life and death turn into corpses, but there was not much excitement in their hearts.

Many people were frightened by the cruel blood sacrifice, those who had resisted had died, and those who survived had forgotten about the resistance, and even longed to be able to be slaves in peace and stability for the rest of their lives, and it would be good not to be sacrificed by blood, and they were even a little worried that these people who rushed over would change the life they had become accustomed to.

Originally, they could be killed at will, but a few months ago, the chief stipulated that slaves could not be killed at will unless it was a blood sacrifice, and it was better not to use the slave's scalp as a handkerchief and ornament, and even the leader even stipulated that if a slave was killed at will without a blood sacrifice, he would be fined half a sheepskin.

They were already satisfied, but these people in front of them had broken the stability that they had so easily waited for, and they didn't know what their fate would be in the future, and they were finally a little uneasy.

In his rage, the cowering slave heard a familiar language that he had once spoken.

"Wolf skin, take people to chase those women, kill all the sheep, no matter how much you chase, the shadow must come back when it is the shortest."

The slave looked up and watched as a muscly young man, wielding a short sword, jumped onto a horse with a rope on its mane, whistled, and chased the fleeing women down the river.

Suddenly, the slave looked at the hair tied up by these people, and finally thought of something, he had tied up such hair at the beginning, and someone asked them to swear to deal with the tribes in the west, but his people did not go, and then he became a slave, and watched the people be killed one by one, but he survived, because he could weave wicker baskets and fish, and did not die.

He hid in the corner, his ears full of dying wails, but his mind remembered the name of the young man who commanded the crowd to slash and kill, and finally remembered it.

"Kin?"

The people next to Chen Jian heard the shout and looked at a dark and thin slave in the distance with blank eyes in his eyes.

Jian Chen didn't expect to hear his name here, although this name is rarely called anymore.

Several people took the slave over, and Jian Chen looked at the person in front of him and asked, "Do you recognize me?" ”

The slave nodded, and said in a language that he hadn't spoken for a long time, somewhat unskillfully, "I went to your village to change the pottery ring. ”

Jian Chen didn't remember this person, but since this person said Tao Huan, he should be a survivor of the tribe that had been plundered and slaughtered before.

"How many people are left in your tribe?"

He held out his finger and gestured for eight more.

"Do you know how to ride a horse?"

"Horses?"

Jian Chen pointed to the mount under his crotch, and the man nodded.

"Will those slaves do?"

"Some will and some won't."

Jian Chen turned around and shouted, "Don't kill those women yet, surround them, surround them." ”

Soon, the remaining hundred and ten women were surrounded in the middle, and after several who tried to escape were killed, they did not want to escape anymore and blindly crowded together.

The group of dazed slaves were also driven over, and Jian Chen asked the slave next to him, "Can they understand what you say?" ”

"Yes."

Chen Jian asked the people to search for human skin drums made of strings of scalps and skulls in the village, and still looked at the slave's side and asked, "Are there any of your relatives here?" ”

The slaves looked at the pile of scalps and bones with some horror, and after hearing someone relay it, they were silent for a long time, and finally someone couldn't help but hold a skull and cry loudly.

It was as if the first spring thunder, with the first cry, more and more cries sounded, and their eyes were finally no longer numb, maybe there was no hope, but at least there was sadness and anger.

Jian Chen asked the person who was the first to cry out in the crowd, the slave girl holding a skull that was obviously a child and wept silently, maybe it was not her child at all, but she thought of the dead child.

A stone axe was thrown into the woman's hand, and Jian Chen asked, "Who do you want to kill the most?" ”

The woman raised her head blankly, and Jian Chen shouted in her ear, "Who do you want to kill the most?" ”

The slave girl raised her head, her gaze swept over the women who were surrounded, and finally stopped on one person's body, clenched the stone axe, and pointed at the woman tremblingly: "She! ”

"Tell everyone why. Speak up, speak up and let you kill her with your own hands. ”

Jian Chen deliberately held the skull in front of the woman, and asked in a demagogic voice, "Is this your child?" Your child is dead...... Was she killed? If the child didn't die, would he already be able to call his mother by now? ”

After asking a few words, the woman finally broke down, and told her story with a hoarse and crazy roar, Chen Jian caught the bad woman in the story, and the slave girl wielded a stone axe and smashed the woman into meat sauce, still tearing with her teeth when she had no strength.

Looking at the woman who had fallen into madness, the numb slaves finally began to get angry and thought of their own story.

Beginning with her, slave after slave spoke of their hatred, and a slaughter began.

Chen Jian did not stir up any contradictions between slaves and slave owners, and transferred all the contradictions to skin color and blood sacrifices, at least none of these slaves had the same skin color as the slave owners, this contradiction was very intuitive and very easy to provoke.

The transfer of contradictions is something that every ruling class should study seriously, in addition to not using human and animal blood sacrifices, in fact, the situation of slaves in Xiacheng is similar, and Chen Jian will not die by himself.

When the wolf skin returned, it was already noon, and Jian Chen looked at the horses and sheep in the village, estimated the number, and asked people to kill a large number of sheep.

The vengeful slaves looked at all this, from numbness to hatred, and finally rekindled the hope of living, and asked, "What should we do?" ”

"Those who can ride horses get on their horses, and those who can't ride horses, cut off the heads of these women, and drive the sheep down the river, and we will burn a grove and go south along the woods, and if you get there alive, and you carry the heads of these women, half of these sheep will be yours, and no one will kill you at will."

The sheep were killed by Chen Jian, and even if these people were caught by the grassland tribe slowly, there were only a few hundred sheep, and as for letting the slaves carry the heads of their previous masters, it was a gamble of luck.

If you are lucky, your own tribe can have a lot more sheep, and there is a group of wild people who can shepherd sheep near Yangguan. If you're unlucky, you'll be able to get your head stolen by a vengeful tribe and won't leave slaves for that tribe.

As for whether they can survive or not, it is up to them, it is impossible for him to escort these people, because it will drag down the battle, and if it is not for the impromptu intention, he even wants to kill these people.

The more than fifty slaves who could ride all got on their horses and helped drive the horses down the river, with a group of emaciated slaves behind them.

The village behind them has been set on fire, and all the painful memories have been reduced to ashes, and their dreams of being safe slaves have been completely shattered.

Where are the burned forests? How far away? They didn't know it, but at least there was a glimmer of hope, so they grabbed the severed head and tied it firmly to themselves. (To be continued.) )