March 12th is the traditional festival of the Qiang people.
The Poqiang tribe was most affected by the cold because they spent the winter under the snow-capped mountains.
As a result, the Poqiang tribe paid more attention to this year's sacrifice to heaven.
This is not the first time that the leader of Rimu has hosted such a grand festival, but it should be said that this is the first time that he has supported this heaven-sacrifice with an indescribable mood.
This year's situation is much more complicated than in previous years.
On the one hand, due to the cold disaster, many cattle and sheep in the tribe froze to death, making it difficult for the tribe to spend the year safely.
This situation made Rimuda feel very heavy; on the other hand, Being decisive and wise, he immediately issued an order to rob other Qiang tribes that were not severely affected by the disaster.
This actually resulted in a huge harvest for the Po Qiang tribe.
The entire tents of the nobles of the Po Qiang tribe were filled with looted goods.
There were thousands of captive slaves.
There were even many prisoners from the Han Dynasty.
Thinking of the Han Dynasty, Rimuda became irritable again.
Originally, his plundering in Beidi County, Anding County, and Xinping County went smoothly, but after plundering Fufeng County, the Xiliang Ma family somehow got the news, and actually sent their elite cavalry to pursue the tribe's five thousand warriors and killed them This naturally made Rimu very angry, and he vowed to punish the nosy Ma Teng.
When he received a mysterious letter, he became more determined to take revenge on Ma Teng, but he never thought that to this day, The eight thousand warriors he sent still haven’t sent back any news.
Maybe they got too much property this time and delayed their return date, Rimuda thought.
After all, according to what was written in the letter, Fufeng County is now like a skinned lamb. , waiting for the Po Qiang wolf to go and devour it at will.
Speaking of the white and tender lambs, Rimuda's eyes fell on the women with iron chains on their feet: "The skin of women in the Han Dynasty is like skinned lambs.
They are indeed much more beautiful than the women on the grassland, even if they are tribesmen."
The noble ladies here inevitably smell bad, but these Han Dynasty women are all so charming, and they are really dazzling to watch. " Thinking of this, Rimuda couldn't help but feel a little hot in his body: among the thousands of slaves snatched back this time, women accounted for the vast majority, and most of them were distributed to the warriors in the tribe.
I think there will be many more cubs in the tribe next year. .
Rimuda thought happily that after today's Heavenly Sacrifice Festival, he would fuck those Han Dynasty women well when he returned to his tent, trying to spread the seeds and make his own bloodline prosper.
Thinking of this, Rimuda suddenly felt very motivated: as long as there are people, the tribe can continue to prosper.
And as long as the population of the tribe increases, it will be easier to rob and conquer other tribes.
Maybe it won't be long before the Poqiang tribe will become the most powerful tribe, and even make the people of the Han Dynasty become Slaves cultivated food, herded cattle and sheep, and weaved clothing for the tribe.
The heaven-sacrifice meeting was held as scheduled, and Rimuda was in high spirits.
After the sacrifice was finished, all the nobles and herdsmen of the tribe lit a bonfire and began to sing and dance to their heart's content.
Unknowingly, night had fallen slowly, but perhaps because they were immersed in the harvest of this robbery, the nobles and herdsmen couldn't bear to see the whole sheep with its skin stripped off and being roasted sizzling on the fire.
They took out the koumiss that they had prepared a long time ago and drank and ate meat to their heart's content.
They didn't care that the night would disturb their interest.
In the darkness of the tribal camp, groups of slaves who were chained had expressions on their faces and looked at the dark sky with empty eyes.
This happy festival meant nothing to them.
In fact, this holiday will soon become their Good Friday.
However, no one knows that about ten miles away from the Poqiang tribe's garrison, an army is standing quietly without a trace of sound or commotion.
Ten thousand soldiers and horses are like ghosts blending into the night.
Even the horses whose hooves were wrapped and whose mouths were stuffed with wooden branches seemed to be shocked by the silence and did not make any noise.
At the front of this military horse, a silver-white brocade robe that lit up the entire night stood proudly.
Ma Chao was quietly staring at the bright fire not far away.
In the dark night, the fire was like a target, quietly indicating the target of Ma Chao's attack.
"Young Master, all the Qiang thieves have returned home happily.
When they fall asleep, it's time for us to attack."
Jia Xu also looked at the fire in the distance, with a faint will-o'-the-wisp flashing in his eyes and whispered to Ma Chao.
Ma Chao nodded, but he felt that the blood in his body was already boiling, and he even couldn't hold it back: since he actually participated in several killings, Ma Chao found that he had become somewhat addicted to this game.
Yes, the time-travelling man who inherited the martial arts and ambitions of the ruthless Xiliang Jinxiu in history, now Ma Chao, indifferently, has regarded war and killing as a game, a game that can make him feel...
Indescribably comfortable game What's more, this time it was a sneak attack, and it was also a revenge.
After meeting all the deformed elements before charging on the battlefield, Ma Chao's body even started to throb slightly.
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These stupid damn Poqiang people didn't even put a single outside sentinel.
Hehe, they must have never dreamed that those Han soldiers, whom they regarded as pigs and dogs, would actually attack them again after two hundred years by marching dozens of miles to death.
At midnight, the thick black became thicker and thicker, causing the Han troops lying quietly on the grassland to be covered with a layer of night.
And finally at this moment, the boiling camp in the distance gradually began to quiet down.
Ma Chao stood up excitedly: "Brother Chou, when leading the criminal cavalry battalion, remember not to be too eager to fight.
Just set fire and create chaos."
"Ling Ming, lead three thousand Xiling cavalry to detour from the right.
When you see the chaos in the camp, attack immediately.
The result I want is for you to sweep everything and destroy all resistance in front of you."
"There are three thousand Xiliang cavalry left.
Follow me from the left and follow behind the Brocade of Xiliang.
It is your glory."
Finally, Ma Chao saw Jia Xu next to him, and immediately arranged for the Qiang warriors who came with him to protect Jia Xu's safety.
Jia Xu was a counselor.
Although he had a bandit spirit, he could not boast of his military power.
And this guy is of great value.
Ma Chao doesn't want to get the more exciting news that Jia Xu was shot to death in one exciting sneak attack.
After the arrangements were made, Ma Chao licked his already clammy lips, smiled with his white teeth, pointed the gun at the sky, then swung it down and pierced the front, and shouted in a deep voice: "For Xiliang, let's go" In an instant, like sculptures whose souls were ignited, ten thousand Xiliang cavalry were like evil ghosts resurrected in the night.
They jumped up from the ground and rushed towards the target.
This battle is indeed for Xiliang: