Chapter 234: A man should be violent.

April 25th.

The Anyuan City garrison camp welcomed another group of people. This group of people came to transport the spoils, and the leader was none other than Wang Sheng.

Wang Sheng rushed over with three hundred soldiers and more than a thousand civilians.

When Wang Sheng saw the trophies and the mountains of heads, envy appeared in his eyes.

Yes, he was envious.

He also wanted to go to the battlefield and kill the enemy to gain merit.

But Wang Bin wouldn't let him, so he could only help Wang Bin deal with some logistical matters.

It was a great honor for him to be able to come and deliver the spoils.

"Uncle, it's a pity that I can't follow you to fight on the battlefield!"

Standing in front of Yang Zhengshan, Wang Sheng said with a distressed look on his face.

Yang Zhengshan laughed, "There will be opportunities in the future!"

This was the only way he could comfort Wang Sheng.

Moreover, he didn't have the time or energy to appease Wang Sheng.

Without waiting for Wang Sheng to speak, Yang Zhengshan said: "Since you are here, I will leave this place to you. We still need to continue the battle!"

Tumoge has been migrating for more than ten days, but they did not migrate too far, only to a location more than two hundred miles to the north.

They found a large tribe and are currently living next to that large tribe.

A large tribe is one with tens of thousands of people.

Yang Zhengshan couldn't wait to go and have a look.

Now that Wang Sheng is here, he can finally stop worrying about these spoils!

Wang Sheng wanted to talk more with Yang Zhengshan, but Yang Zhengshan didn't say much to him. On the day they came, Yang Zhengshan left with the soldiers of the garrison camp.

Unlike before, the soldiers in the garrison camp now all rode two horses.

After several days of running-in, the soldiers have basically become familiar with their respective war horses. Although their feelings are not yet deep enough, they can already control them well.

All the soldiers were transformed into cavalry and most of the supplies were abandoned, thus greatly improving the mobility of the garrison battalion.

With thousands of men and horses, Yang Zhengshan led the garrison battalion all the way north.

However, they did not immediately pursue the Tumoge tribe, but instead cleared out the Hu tribes along the way.

This large area is connected to the upper reaches of the Songyuan River. In addition to the mainstream of the Songyuan River, there are also several tributaries, so there are many Hu tribes living in this area.

When Tumoge was on the move, they communicated with many Hu tribes, and these communications provided many clues for the scouts of the garrison camp.

"Sir, the tribe ahead is the Baruko tribe. Baruko has a population of about 3,000, but only about 1,000 able-bodied men. It's a relatively small, medium-sized tribe!"

As dusk approached, Yang Zhengshan led the garrison battalion to the north bank of the Songyuan River, fifty miles away. Yang Mingzhen pointed to a stretch of felt tents in the distance and said.

After crossing the Songyuan River, there is a vast grassland. If there were no war, this area would probably be the favorite place for the Hu tribe to live.

Because of the coming of war, many Hu tribes migrated to hilly areas with relatively complex terrain.

However, some tribes thought they were very powerful and were not afraid of Darong's military force, so they did not relocate.

Of course, this is not talking about Baruko in front of us, but the Korcha tribe to which Tumogo depends.

"Are they prepared?" Yang Zhengshan asked.

"No, Tumoge didn't seem to reveal anything to them! He just exchanged some supplies with them!" Yang Mingzhen replied.

Yang Zhengshan nodded slightly, not surprised.

Tumoge was obviously frightened by them, so he moved in a hurry overnight.

During the transfer process, they certainly don't want to say that they were scared away. This is not for their own face, but to be able to stay away more safely.

With each tribe they passed, their safety became more secure, because if they wanted to catch up with them, they would have to eliminate the tribe behind them first.

Even Yang Zhengshan suspected that the Baruko in front of him was deliberately exposed to them by Tumoge.

It is impossible that Tumoge did not notice the scouts behind him, and since they discovered it and communicated with Baruko, this must have been intentional.

Simply put, Tumogo sold Baruko.

Yang Zhengshan was naturally happy to see this happen.

He looked up at the gloomy sky and said, "Rest here and have a meal. We will attack at midnight!"

"Zhou Ren!"

"Sir!" Zhou Ren responded.

Yang Zhengshan continued to order: "Prepare torches, we will launch a night attack at night, and we need a lot of torches!"

"Here!"

Afterwards, the soldiers rested on the spot.

After simply eating their dry food, the soldiers spread out the furs they carried with them and set out to sleep on the spot.

The temperature in the north was still a little low at the end of April, but fortunately they got a lot of furs in Zarts, which could keep them warm when they camped outdoors at night.

Time passed by minute by minute. Except for the necessary guards, most of the soldiers were resting among the furs. Yang Zhengshan was no exception. He had a sheepskin under him and half a cowhide covering his body, with only his head exposed.

It must be uncomfortable to sleep like this, not to mention that he was wearing armor, which made it a little uncomfortable to lie down.

But this is the condition in the wild, and no one will complain about it.

Soon, the time came to midnight, and the soldiers stood up one after another, rolled up their furs and placed them on the backs of their horses.

The Baruko tribe in the distance was quiet, without any sound at all.

It was pitch black under the gloomy night sky, and only the tiny lights of the Baruko settlement could be seen.

The soldiers quietly mounted their horses and calmed down the horses that were a little uneasy. Yang Zhengshan rode on Hongyun and observed Baruko in the distance.

"Let's go!"

Without any extra words, Yang Zhengshan shouted casually and drove his horse towards Baruko.

It was dark at night, and in order to avoid being discovered, they did not light the torches immediately, but approached Baruko slowly.

It was not until they were a hundred feet away from Baruko that Yang Zhengshan ordered his soldiers to light torches.

"kill!"

As the night spread, the shouting and screaming shook the sky, awakening the sleeping Hu people.

Immediately afterwards, flames shot up into the sky, and a brutal massacre took place in the Baruko settlement.

The demons from hell displayed their cruelty wantonly and madly.

Wailing, crying, desperate shouts, and angry roars intertwined in the night sky.

However, all struggles are doomed to be in vain.

When the light of dawn appeared in the eastern sky, the Baruko tribe had completely fallen into ruins.

Yang Zhengshan stood outside the Baruko tribe like a statue, gazing at the eastern horizon.

The soldiers behind him were cleaning the battlefield with ease.

Gather cattle and sheep, transport supplies, harvest heads, and dig pits to bury bodies.

Distribute gold and silver, prepare dry food, replenish drinking water, and rest on the spot.

"Sir, the situation here has been explained to Master Yuan and Master Wang. They will be here soon!"

Yang Mingzhen arrived in a dusty state.

Yang Zhengshan turned around calmly and nodded slightly.

"Ready to go, next one!"

……

If a man behaves, he should be violent. Things and benevolence are inseparable.

Men should kill without mercy.

The eternal karma is all in killing people.

When Yang Zhengshan raised his butcher knife in Zartz, it was like opening Pandora's box.

One tribe is annihilated in one day, and one hundred thousand are slaughtered in seven days.

Of course, the number of 100,000 is a bit exaggerated. In seven days, Yang Zhengshan led the garrison battalion to attack seven tribes, and slaughtered about 30,000 Hu people.

There was no longer a single Hu tribe within 200 miles of the north bank of the Songyuan River, and no Hu cavalry was seen anymore.

Panic was spreading and rumors about the devil were spreading.

The settlement of Korca.

The leader Dobato sat on the main seat with a very solemn expression. A dozen or so high-ranking officials of Korcha stood below, including a familiar figure, Zhayan.

At this moment, Zha Yan looked dazed and pale, with dark circles between his eyebrows, making him look as if he was terminally ill.

After more than ten days of fleeing, he arrived in Korca and thought they were safe.

However, in the past few days, he received one horrible news after another, which made him unable to sleep or eat.

"Zhayan!" Duobato broke the silent atmosphere and his eyes fell on Zhayan.

"Are they really only a thousand people?"

To be honest, Duobato didn't quite believe the news he had received these days, nor did he believe what Zhayan said.

How long has it been since then? There were eight tribes in total, including Zarts, with a population of over 40,000 and more than 10,000 able-bodied men. And they were all slaughtered just like that?
The news he received came from those who escaped from the massacre. Those people seemed to have seen the devil and were frightened into a trance and out of mind.

Except for Zarts, Yang Zhengshan led the garrison battalions to launch night attacks on the other seven tribes.

The first few were completely unprepared, but the next few were somewhat prepared, but their defenses were very fragile. Not only that, but as the lucky escapees spread the news, the following tribes fell into panic.

Panic makes them even more vulnerable.

In this situation, all kinds of information became strange, and only the information brought by Zha Yan at the beginning was the most accurate.

But at this time, Dobato was somewhat reluctant to believe the news brought by Zhayan.

How could a mere thousand people achieve such a goal?

Zhayan looked up in a trance and answered subconsciously: "Master of Korcha Banner, there are really only a thousand people!"

In the Donghai Hu tribe, the flag master is the title of the leader of a large tribe. Although the Donghai Hu tribe has now established a dynasty and the flag masters have been canonized by the royal court, except for the royal family, other large tribes still prefer the title of flag master.

Dobato still didn't want to believe it, but he didn't continue to dwell on it.

At this time they were facing a powerful, unknown, and terrifying army, and they, Korca, had to be prepared in advance.

As for those rumors about the devil, Dobato would never believe them. He would rather believe that Darong had sent tens of thousands of troops than believe any rumors about the devil.

"Pass the order down, gather all the troops to move closer to the flag area!"

The so-called flag land refers to the settlement here in Korca.

The Korca tribe does not have only one settlement. The Korca clan has a population of tens of thousands, and they certainly cannot live together in order to survive.

If they were to gather together, how many livestock would be needed to feed so many people, and how much grassland would be needed?
Therefore, large tribes of the Hu people all have several settlements, and their settlements will also move, but only within fixed areas.

To put it simply, large tribes have fixed territories, which are divided into many small and medium-sized settlements.

They have a unified surname and respect the flag owner.

Now facing a powerful and unknown enemy, Dobato must summon all of Korca's strength to fight back.

(End of this chapter)