Chapter 231: Destruction of Military Discipline
When that boy was still in Jincheng, he not only made the girl who was loved by everyone happy, but he also sent some of the girl's favorite things to Zhang's house from time to time.
After going to Hanzhong, he even gave Siniang a share of the pasture.
When the weather got cold, I sent woolen clothes to Siniang several times.
In this Jincheng City, even the queens who participate in the textile workshops do not get this treatment.
Zhuge Liang's face suddenly turned gloomy and clear when he thought of this.
“Thump!”
A barbarian was knocked to the ground by a spear.
The Hu man held the gun tightly with both hands. He did not look at the owner of the gun, but stared behind him.
The owner of the spear is none other than Zhao Guang. He is wearing white armor and riding a tall white horse, which is exactly what his master Zhao Yun wore during the battle.
Zhao Guang didn't pay attention to the fierce look in the Qiang man's eyes at all. With a flick of his wrist and a hard push, he shook off the Hu man's hands and pulled out the spear.
The Hu man's chest spurted out blood arrows. He fell to the ground, opened his mouth, and was still whistling in his throat. He seemed unwilling to die, and his eyes were wide open.
Behind Zhao Guang, a young general in his twenties got off his horse, walked to the Hu man, squatted down, and grinned: "Azhaxi, you have today too."
The Qiang man who was called Azhaxi looked at the young general with vicious eyes and said with difficulty: "Yang Wanwan, you... you brought... the Han people... to kill your own people, and you are not afraid of... the mountain gods and goat gods to curse you. What?"
Yang Qianwan chuckled, with a cold smile on his face. Regardless of the sporadic killing sounds around him, he sat on the ground and looked down at the dying Hu man.
"Back then, my family followed General Shenweitian's orders and raised troops to rebel against Cao Cao. Unexpectedly, you were plotting against Cao Cao from behind. The tribe was almost completely wiped out. Myself and I had no choice but to defect to General Shenweitian in Hanzhong. Over the years, we have been constantly Constantly wanting revenge.”
Having said this, Yang Qianwan gritted his teeth and said: "The destruction of your tribe today is the curse of the Mountain God and the Goat God! Back then, the men of my tribe were slaughtered like animals, and the women were humiliated to death. I don’t know how many there are!”
As he spoke, Yang Wanwan's face began to twist, and the look in his eyes was even more vicious than the barbarian beneath him: "Back then, I watched those people die in front of me, but there was nothing I could do about it. Day and night, I have been cursing you to a bad death."
“Unexpectedly, the mountain **** and goat **** finally appeared!”
Yang Qianwan laughed nervously, "My tribe is gone, and from now on, I will also let all your tribes disappear from this world!"
After finishing speaking, Yang Qianwan strangled the Hu man's neck with both hands, his eyes were blood red, and he shouted in a low voice: "Go to hell!"
Zhao Guang was not interested in hearing about these grievances. When he saw Yang Wanwan dismounting, he had already turned around and left. Seeing that there were strong men of the tribe resisting not far away, he lightly knocked on the horse's belly and rushed over...
This is a relatively large Hu tribe, but facing the Han soldiers who look like wolves and tigers, there is nothing they can do.
As for the Han soldiers, they had no choice but to be like wolves and tigers. Not only did they have to be like wolves and tigers, they also had to risk their lives.
No matter who stands in front of them, even if it is God, they will just cut it with a knife!
One sheep can produce at least three or four kilograms of wool, and together with the tens of thousands of sheep in this tribe, it is enough to make the soldiers furious.
I heard from the brigade commanders and captains that you can make money by harvesting wool!
Guawazi came from Jincheng, and they harvested as much wool as they could, and we will calculate it together after the war. In winter, we will give woolen cloth according to the amount of wool!
This is good stuff!
Last winter, many people saw the brigade marshals wearing woolen coats, and I heard that they kept them warm.
The wool is great, the wool is strong, and the wool is croaking!
The barbarians have white wool, I have a big horizontal sword...
After finishing the work, looking at the piles of white wool, I felt comfortable.
Looking at the foreign people’s tents, there were still frightened looks from time to time. I couldn’t hold back my anxiety at the moment. I grabbed a foreign woman and pushed her directly onto the pile of wool.
Suddenly a voice shouted, "I'm going to die! Are you so impatient?"
At the same time, he was kicked **** the butt, knocking him off the girl's body.
"Qu Chang, now that you've finished all the work, why don't you want to let the brothers relax?"
The soldier who was kicked over smiled apologetically, not caring about the indecent image on his crotch, and asked.
“Does relaxation mean you should relax on this wool?”
The song leader pointed at the wool and shouted: "This is a treasure! Whether brothers can wear good things in winter depends on it. If you want to do it, just get out of it! No one will stop you, don't get it dirty. Get this wool."
The soldier looked at the wool and thought, isn't this wool dirtier than his own body? Where could it get dirtier?
At the moment, he didn't dare to refute anymore. He just asked Hu Nu, found an empty tent, and got in.
“Have everything been arranged?”
Zhao Guang and Wang Xun were sitting on a hill far away and did not participate in what was going on below.
"It's been arranged. There are sentries all around, so we can know about any trouble as early as possible."
Jiang Shu, who was standing behind him, quickly replied.
Zhao Guang nodded, glanced at the situation below, pointed at the soldiers who were like wolves that had entered the flock of sheep, and said, "Tell them to restrain themselves. Those women will be of great use in the future."
Zhao Guang also knew after receiving his brother's letter the day before yesterday that there was a shortage of labor in Hanzhong, and he was afraid that his brothers would not be able to share enough strength.
But this Hu girl, I think only her brother can use them, so she must keep a close eye on them.
Yang Wanwan, who was standing on the other side, smiled after hearing this and said, "Don't worry, General Zhao. How can the Hu people not have as many etiquettes as the Han people? There are so many people who only know their mothers but not their fathers. Besides, Yes, this Hu girl has good bones and cannot be damaged."
Zhao Guang twitched his face and glanced at Yang Wanwan, only to see his eyes looking down with excitement, as if the more exciting the scene below, the happier he would be.
At the same time, I was thinking in my heart, my brother once said when he was training those barbarians in Nanzheng that one of our own people would be much more ruthless than the enemy when they attack their own people. This statement is indeed true.
In fact, Yang Wanwan was considered the young patriarch of the Baima area before. His eldest son was named Yang Ju, and he was the King of Di at that time.
Back then, my uncle raised an army against Cao Cao in Liangzhou. Di king Yang Ju and A Gui responded and forced Xia Houyuan to retreat.
But a few years later, Xia Houyuan once again led troops to Pingliang Prefecture, and Agui was overthrown. Yang Ju and his son Yang Wanwan were defeated and had to flee and join their uncle in Shu.
Later, my uncle passed away, and their father and son followed their uncle to guard Yang'an Pass.
At that time, their father and son were almost wiped out. In addition to being unable to resist Cao's thieves, there was also the reason why their original allies, the Hu people, stabbed them in the back.
So when Yang Wanwan heard that he was going to use troops against the Hu people west of Yang'an Pass, he immediately cut his face with a dagger and swore that he would not follow him.
Looking at his appearance now, I'm afraid he really hates those barbarians who betrayed his father and son back then.
(End of this chapter)