"What a rare good day, it is really suitable for killing cattle and sheep. Seeing the team rolling away, Wei Er, who stayed behind, muttered.

"Yes, it's a pity that the two of us can only stay here and be bored, it's really ......" Wei San beside him also echoed with fascination, and then hung his head again.

There are still many scouts sent out to contact various places that have not returned, and there must be people waiting here at the base camp. As a result, no one was willing to stay, so they had no choice but to draw lots, and the unlucky Wei Er and Wei San caught the next sign, and they could only watch with dry eyes and salivation.

.......At the same time, in another camp, the old man lifted the curtain and walked out of the felt bag, stretched his stiff limbs comfortably, squinted at the bright sunshine in the sky, and said with a smile.

Winters on the steppe are very dry, because the cold makes it impossible for the herders to go out to graze, not even their favorite horseback wrestling, but to hide in thick felt bags.

This is not only because people are afraid of the cold, but also because the weather is freezing and there is not enough forage to provide. If the horse does not have enough forage after a vigorous run, it will soon become emaciated and even die.

For the Tatars, livestock is not only a property, but also a guarantee of survival. If a tribe keeps having livestock die, then the tribe is not far from extinction.

So it's a joy to have a special weather. Today, however, what should have been a happy day has suddenly turned into a sad day for some Tatars.

"Immortal God, is this your punishment?, but why, why......" The old man looked at the corpses of his people lying on the ground with grief and indignation, and listened to the sorrow of the intertwined laughter and wailing in all directions, and couldn't help but look up to the sky and scream.

It's a pity that before he could finish his questioning words, a shining scimitar slashed, and then an old head flew high, leaving a headless corpse standing in place, shaking slightly, and then fell down with a pillar of blood that had risen from the old high.

The killing, the merciless slaughter, was being played out in this small tribe of just over two hundred people. Under the bright skylight, there was no longer a trace of peace, but it was as straight as Senluo Hell.

The sudden murderers, all like the legendary mandrill ghosts, raised their butcher knives mercilessly before the Tatars could react.

This was originally a rare good day, but it was completely soaked in blood, and there was no beauty at all.

"It's those northern rakshasa dogs! it's them, go and ......report it," the old man's young son roared angrily, desperately trying to rush out of the killing, but before he could finish a sentence, he suddenly swirled and fell out.

The fatal wound cut straight from the erection neck to the lower abdomen, and the internal organs dragged out a long blood channel, and the angry eyes looked blankly into the void, and finally fell into gloom.

"How many are these?" On the small post not far away, Su Mo sat on the back of Tang Yuan, gently stroked Tang Yuan's head, comforted Tang Yuan, who roared from time to time, and tilted his head to ask the fat man next to him.

"The fourth. The fat man's cheeks twitched slightly, and an unbearable look flashed in his eyes. "Young master......." After he answered, he hesitated and whispered, but he didn't know how to continue.

Su Mo was expressionless, pursed his lips, and said indifferently: "Do you think I'm a little cruel and shouldn't have done anything to these herdsmen?"

The fat man was silent.

Su Mo didn't speak, his eyes swept over the killing field below, watching the fireworks rolling in all directions, almost flowing into a stream-like blood, as well as the stumps and corpses thrown everywhere, and finally sighed faintly.

Since ancient times, there has never been a warmth in the struggle between races. Today's seemingly cruel scene is not even one in 10,000 compared to the massacre of the Han by the Tatars in the past.

In the past, when the Mengyuan invaded the south and conquered the Central Plains, the people of the Han family were slaughtered in the whole city, and even cattle, sheep, pigs and dogs were not as good. These things, in this era, because of the underdevelopment of information transmission, only those who have experienced it can experience the pain, and there are very few people who really understand it.

But Su Mo is different, he is a latecomer. From countless historical records, he is more soberly aware than anyone else of this era of how heinous the cruelty of foreign people to the Han people has reached.

Especially these peoples on horseback, don't look at their usual gentle and friendly faces, but once they are enemies, they all turn into inhuman wolves, regardless of age. Just like the tribe in front of him, Su Mo can be 100% sure, I am afraid that the hands of any of the people in it are stained with the blood of the Han people.

This can be seen from the fact that almost every felt bag has more or less Han slaves.

The Tatars have always distributed their goods by their exploits. Slaves are also a type of goods, and the number of slaves that can be distributed depends on the amount of effort contributed by each tribe in previous battles.

Is it questionable whether the tribe was able to share as many slaves as it was? Moreover, all the tribes that were able to gain attachment to the royal court were always the staunchest followers of the Great Khan, and were usually the vanguard of the war for the Great Khan.

It can be said that those who were allowed to camp around the Khan's tent made great contributions to the Great Khan's conquest, and it also shows how much blood debt they carried. Of course, it was the blood debt of the Han Chinese, and for the Tatars, it was a dazzling military achievement.

Therefore, Su Mo attacked them without any pressure in his heart. Murderers kill everyone, and the crimes they have committed will never be forgiven because they put down their butcher knives or repent.

No, we will never forgive! Blood for blood, revenge for grievances! This is Su Mo's code of conduct.

Now that the slaughter is nearing its end, counting this one, it is already the fourth Tatar tribe they have slaughtered. Every time he shoots, he is dominated by Thress warriors, all of them are the faces of Westerners, and then he wears the military uniforms and coats of the Rus, even the gods are difficult to distinguish, and it is not too suitable to frame the Rus.

Don't you Dayan have the intention of making peace? Aren't you even tolerant of provocations to the royal court? Well, I will turn my head and slaughter your people, and attack the small tribes attached to you on the periphery, to see how far you can endure.

If you can still bear it, then just kill it cleanly. Anyway, this time it came out for the purpose of looting supplies. There may not be many small tribes of grain and forage, but they can't stand the sand gathering into a tower and the armpit into a fur.

Besides, in addition to these forages and grains, aren't there so many cattle and sheep? Although the cattle and sheep have lost a little weight this season, it is also meat. This year, all meat is better than vegetarianism, Su Mo said that he is not a picky eater at all, and he is definitely a good child.

And if you Dayan can't bear it, hehe, that's great. The last time I flirted with the Ross people was unsuccessful, I might as well try it this time. Although Su Mo is not a matador, this does not prevent him from being interested in it. Well, coseplay is still quite fun.

"Beat the drums, clean up the battlefield, and move on to the next one. Listening to the killing shouts below gradually subsided, Su Mo decisively ordered.

Behind him, Tang Meng came out in response to his promise, and rushed down the small soil hill to give the order. He and Zhuang Hu lost Su Mo last time, and they have been haunted by it. This time, he finally found Su Mo again, that is, he refused to leave half a step less. Even if he saw the joy of killing the brothers below, he was unmoved.

So, every time they fought, in addition to the fat man's personal guard, Zhuang Hu and Tang Meng took into account the dual duties of herald and guard, and took the original eighteen horsemen of the Guoyi battalion to become Su Mo's exclusive escort.

In the battlefield below, as the drums sounded, the Thress warriors began to gather and return home. A few of the shepherds who were lucky enough to escape escaped fled in all directions. After the re-establishment, the Serres were slightly reorganized, and they hung all the way from the back to the tail along the traces left by these people. This saved him time in searching for other tribes, and he continued to put pressure on the Tatars to force Dayan Khan in the royal court to make a decision.

As for Wei Yi, Jiang Bin, and Wei Si, they hid behind them with a large army, and they were ready to respond at any time, and they were responsible for the aftermath. On the one hand, cleaning the battlefield and collecting materials is one thing, but also constantly dividing manpower to send those rescued Han slaves back to the base camp for unified resettlement. When the time is ripe in the future, they will be escorted back to Daming.

The flames of war were suddenly ignited again, because the cold winter came, and the grassland that had just calmed down was chaotic again. No one knew what was going on, and they didn't even know why.

Only with Su Mo's sword pointing, a vague message came out from the continuous looting and shooting: a group of Rakshasas had been killed in the depths of the grassland, and they were wreaking havoc around the royal court's tent. By the time most people got the news, thirteen small tribes had been slaughtered in succession, and the Tatars had suffered heavy losses.

And these Rakshasas are not only cruel, but also extremely cunning. Whenever they encounter a larger tribe, they will take a detour and never provoke them. But if you face a small tribe, you will immediately turn into a hell devil, and there will be almost no grass left everywhere you go. Killing, burning, and robbing all the light, the implementation of the three-light policy is incisive.

As a result, countless small tribes fled their stations, all of them poured into the royal court or several large tribes. For a time, there was a rumor in the vicinity of the entire royal court, and the royal court and several large tribes nearby were overcrowded, and the material reserves were rapidly reduced.

If it continues to develop like this, even with the abundance of reserves of those big tribes and royal courts, I am afraid that it will not be able to withstand this kind of consumption.

"Deceive people too much, deceive people too much! These Rakshasa dogs, are they really easy to bully when I am Dayuan? Do you really think that I have no warriors in Dayuan?

In the royal court, in a golden-domed tent, a big man with a beard with red eyes and angry screams.

A slightly thin man next to him sat still, his gloomy eyes turned on the big man, and a hint of hidden mockery bloomed at the corner of his mouth, but then it disappeared, replaced by a worried look.

"Brother Wang, these Rakshasa dogs are hateful, but their strength cannot be underestimated, Brother Wang, you must not act rashly. Moreover, you really want to do it, I'm afraid it's my father Khan's side......" He said hesitantly, although the meaning of the words sounded persuasive, but in fact it implied provocation.

These two men were brothers, Tuluborot, the eldest son of Dayan Khan, the titular lord of Mongolia at this time, and Urusborot, the second son. And this second prince with a worried and persuasive face also has a famous name, that is, "Jinong".

At this moment, listening to the persuasion of the second brother Jinong, Tulu Borot really became more and more annoyed, and suddenly waved his hand to overturn a small table, and was about to speak, but he heard a rush of footsteps outside the tent, and then a Mongolian man broke in, and said anxiously: "Prince, it's not good, the scout is coming to report, and the Rakshasa dog is going to Alihun's side." ”

"What?!" Turuborot and Jinon were startled at the same time, and they all cried out in unison.

Alihun is actually the name of a river near Horin. The water and grass around the Alihun River are abundant and beautiful, and the scenery is pleasant, which is really a good water meadow. And the most important thing is their little sister, Dayan Khan's favorite little daughter, Mongol Beji, where Tululetu was playing at this time.......