There are not many garrisons in He'an, and there are even fewer troops that can set off towards the Jiutu tribe, but there are also about 7,000 people, Ling Yan couldn't suppress his surprise in his heart, this is seven-tenths of the strength of the He'an garrison, all of them marched into Jiutu, if the rest of the tribes attacked, how could the garrison left behind in He'an hold it?
"Even if the Zhenbei Army is not far from He'an, if something really happens at that time, how can the King of Zhenbei be responsible?"
Ling Yan thought to himself, he was far away from one of the seven thousand centaurs who were divided into three units, and it was very easy for him to avoid being discovered with his stature, forgetting that the two thousand centaurs were moving at full speed along the way.
When encountering a small group of enemies, they were immediately eliminated, which was to be slaughtered, and then continued to march rapidly, and the two thousand men and horses marched all the way to quickly enter the Jiutu tribe, but they had never encountered the Jiutu army to intercept them.
Because a large number of Jiutu's troops were engaged in the battle with the Ji Chi tribe, the army on the border with Dazheng on his side was only tens of thousands of people, and it was still very scattered.
Moreover, the army of the Taizheng Dynasty marching into Jiutu was not only a part of the He'an garrison, but also 30,000 people from the Zhenbei Army who also entered Jiutu.
When the news of the arrival of the Taisho Dynasty completely spread in the Jiutu tribe, Taizheng had already conquered nearly one-tenth of the territory of Jiutu, and the defenders in the Jiutu fortress were defeated all the way, and they could not resist the Taisho iron hooves at all.
Moreover, Jiutu no longer has any extra troops to stop the Taisho army, and the Jiutu tribe is worthy of the name of a large tribe, and the people of the tribe have thrown themselves into the war of resistance without hesitation in the face of the invasion of their homeland.
Thirteen or fourteen-year-old children rushed to stop the enemy with axes or blunt knives, and the old man had bad eyes, but as long as he could walk, he volunteered to go into battle.
Ling Yan no longer followed the back of the Taishō army, but rushed ahead of them, and when he passed by some villages on the outskirts of the fortress, he found that the men and women, old and young, all had white cloths on their arms, which was an advance memorial, and they were ready to go to the battlefield with the heart of death.
When Ling Yan was walking on a small road with his own eyes, he saw an old man and a young man, holding a rough stick in his hand, and the old man was still limping, Ling Yan stepped forward and asked what he was doing.
The old man replied, "Go to protect your family and defend the country."
The old man saw that Ling Yan was not from the Jiutu tribe, so he kindly persuaded him, and quickly escaped from Jiutu before the Taizheng army arrived, Jiutu was now going to fight to the death, even if there was only one soldier left, no one could fall.
Ling Yan looked at the old and young who were supporting each other and walking towards the battlefield, and he couldn't tell what it was like, the trees growing on the roadside had become depressed and dry because of the winter, as if they were dead.
The Taisho Dynasty is its own country, and it is basically the dream of all the people of Taizheng to conquer the world and dominate the world, Ling Yan also thinks so in his heart, but now looking at this Jiutu tribe fighting fearlessly to the death, he is wondering in his heart, is it right or wrong to dominate the world?
The people were not at peace in the era of the princes, and Taizheng wanted to unify the country and the people, so that all the people in the world could be stable, so that children could have parents, and the elderly could have children, but now there seems to be no turmoil in the world?
Is it the work of desire, or is this the truth?
Ling Yan traveled to many places in the Jiutu tribe, and there were wars everywhere, no one knew his identity, and he never got in touch with Taizheng's army.
Like a passer-by, walking around here, watching many people die, die as they deserve, or are worthless.
War is often a place to test one's heart, where one can see the truest side of human nature, whether ugly or beautiful.
You can see the rich man dying with a pile of gold and silver, and you can see the poor man wielding a hoe to drive away those who came to rob him.
But what Ling Yan saw was more of the character of the people of the Jiutu tribe.
I've always heard of the barbarians in the Northland, but when I really came here, I knew that the people in the Northland were flesh and blood, and they were no different from the people of the Taisho Dynasty, and there was still some imbalance in my heart, after all, this idea had been there for so many years.
Suddenly, I thought about the many people in the north, they must be very greedy for life and afraid of death, and they have no backbone, and everyone in Taizheng is a pillar, walking on the road, even if they face robbers with knives, even if they throw money in, they will not lower their heads, but when they see the bones of the people of the Jiutu tribe now, the only pride left in their hearts is gone.
The whole tribe of Jiutu was full of war, and there were fights everywhere, and there were more than 100 good crops in a village on the border with Ji Chi, and the men were holding the most basic farm tools, grass cutting sickles, chopping wood, and even the flat poles that carried things were brought up.
More than 100 people rushed into the army of the Ji Chi tribe with great momentum, throwing stones into the sea, without causing any big splashes, but after all, there was a huge sound, shouting and killing on the battlefield was like thunder, and even the heavens were afraid.
The Jiutu men who can still move their bodies all take weapons into battle to defend their families and the country, and contribute to their homeland.
The army of the Taisho Dynasty was advancing like the obstacle encountered when King Pingnan attacked the Sword Tomb.
Hundreds of people rushed to the army without their lives, Taisho has a military law, the army must not kill civilians innocently, this military order has always been very few people do not obey, Taisho Iron Hoof has never taken those civilians to heart, but now they have to do it to the people, because this group of people has become crazy, regardless of the army of the Taisho Emperor.
There was no death battle between the two sides, but there were both dead and wounded, and Liu Guang, the general who was responsible for attacking all the armies of the Jiutu tribe, looked at the information coming from the front line, his brows furrowed slightly, and there was such a big resistance.
"In the era of the princes, no one could stop the iron hooves of Taisho, but now they are blocked by a group of people."
Liu Guang laughed at himself and said that the rise of Taizheng was because of countless people who were homeless because of the war, and now Dazheng, who is now the most powerful in the world, has not been able to conquer a small tribe for so long.
At this time, the last order issued by the chief of the Jiutu tribe before his death began to convey to the garrison of the fortress of Gota and the generals of the border army, and in the ears of the generals of the border army, there were tens of thousands of people in the nearest place to the base camp, and after knowing that the chief was dead in exchange for the news that the people of Jiutu could be saved with a trace of incense, they all spontaneously gathered at the base camp.
The corpse of the chief of Jiutu was piled up on a high pile of firewood, and he was cremated today, and the people and soldiers in the base camp combined were at least 30,000, all with tears and anger in their eyes.
But there was no one here, and the silence was unusual, there was no sound of crows in the sky or cold winds howling.
The fire was lit in winter, and it was reflected in the place with red faces, and it was not only the greatest chief of Jiutu who burned on it, but also a heart in the hearts of the people of the Jiutu tribe.
"May God bless me Jiutu!
May God make the chief well in heaven!
Tens of thousands of people knelt on the ground and shouted in unison, the fire burned for a day and a night, until tens of thousands of people were extinguished, and when they left, there was no business in the eyes of these tens of thousands of people, only the will to die, the people of Jiutu, they would not give up until death, and the people of God would never be defeated.