There were not many people killed on the spot, after all, Zhang Liao did not have many people and horses, only a thousand people, and only killed and injured three or four hundred people in the two charges, and the rest were all walking fast on horses.

If a confrontation between nomads and farming people fails, hundreds of people are lost, and they go back to the grassland to hide for a year, and the next year they are a few heroic and heroic tribes.

This is also one of the reasons why the nomads on the northern steppes are always the nightmare of the Central Plains farming dynasty, one or two battle victories can not hurt their bones at all, and every year during the autumn harvest, these marauding nomads will raise their bows and leap south.

Moreover, when the dynasty was strong, it was good, but once the dynasty declined, the thousands of miles of frontier defense in the north would become a hunting ground for them to enter and exit freely.

But this is an accident, Zhang Liaoyan was born in the gate, and he knows too well these Wuhuan people who are of the same origin as the old enemy Xianbei people, or the lifeblood of all nomads! That's their herd!

In fact, those who can eat meat every day in Wuhuan, Xianbei also have to be nobles, tribal adults, and the lowest tribal members may even have fewer opportunities to eat meat than the farmers of the Central Plains, and once there is meat to eat every day, it is not a good thing for the Wuhuan people, this does not mean that the sky has a white disaster, and the herd freezes to death in batches, it is because of the autumn drought, and the reserves of hay are insufficient. I can't feed so many livestock, so I have to slaughter them in pain.

In this era, whether it is the Xianbei people, the Xiongnu people or the Rouran people who have not yet risen, the Turkic people, will never easily slaughter any livestock for no reason, because for them, livestock is like the field that the Han people rely on for survival, grazing, let the ewes store milk, and then collect these goat milk and mare's milk to make milk tofu, dried milk, and make milk cakes and milk tea with flour and tea that are traded or looted by the Han people, which is the main food they have always relied on for survival since there were nomads!

Therefore, knowing that they could not defeat and were robbed of 90% of the herd, the three tribes still had to turn back, and just after they came back, what stimulated their eyes was an extremely shocking scene.

Blood!

Bright red blood, rivers of blood!

There was so much blood gushing that even the snow wall built behind it was dyed red by more than half, and a large piece of blood ice spread nearly dozens of meters to the battlefield in front, these are not human blood, but in the hearts of these Wuhuan people, it is estimated that it is human blood! Because the huge flock of 60,000 or 70,000 sheep that was magnificent yesterday is only a small circle now, and those hateful Han people are still slaughtering the sheep all the time.

Seeing the back hooves of the granary that he cherished was hung on the slaughterhouse with a rope, bleeding with a knife, and the blood flowed like kicking and kicking the sheep's hooves and twitching, it was no less than a knife cutting the hearts of these Wuhuan herdsmen.

For the Wuhuan people is the root of life, but the sheep is just a bunch of troublesome wealth for Wang Hou, he didn't prepare so much forage to feed the sheep, and in Liaodong County, he is also mainly farming, and has not considered grazing management, not to mention the risk of being snatched back at any time, so in addition to leaving more than 2,000 heads as breeding sheep, ready to wait for the ship to be unloaded and pulled back to Liaodong, the rest are all slaughtered.

Anyway, now the weather is cold and frozen outside is a big refrigerator, and I am not afraid that the sheepskin mutton will be damaged, and the skin will be brought back to Liaodong, and it can also be used to make leather armor, and the frozen mutton chops will be pulled back to Qingzhou with the ship at that time, and sold to the Central Plains along the Yellow River, or sold to Xuzhou along the south to earn him a lot of silver.

Genghis Khan once famously said: "There is no greater pleasure in life than to go around defeating your enemies, encroaching on their pastures, taking everything from them, and then listening to their wives and children cry bitterly!"

The heroes seem to be about the same, just like the good wife of Cao Laozhang, and Wang Houjin has rarely realized the cruel pleasure of Genghis Khan, slaughtering the sheep like the meat of the Wuhuan tribe below, stepping on the newly peeled sheepskin spread on the snow wall to warm his feet, and setting up a small charcoal stove on it, grilling the freshest and most tender mutton that has just been delivered.

Zhuge Ying sprinkled with great interest to thank Bowang Hou Zhang Qian for the precious cumin powder that his old man brought back from the Western Regions, and Wang Hou sat there lazily like a rice worm, while eating with a mouth full of oil, he was interested to see the "lost owners" in front of his snow village, the blood of anger poured into the pupils, and the feet rubbed their feet and chests and were angry there!

It can be regarded as Zhang Liao who taught him a lesson, when he marches to the grassland in the future and deals with the real overlord of the grassland desert today, Wang Hou knows what is the most effective method!

In his lazy gaze as he chewed mutton, those who watched the angry bullfighting, the Wuhuan people who were as anxious as ants on a hot pot, finally some people couldn't sit still, and suddenly, in the snow, there was also a five-year-old and three-thick Wuhuan man roaring and turning over on his horse, while croaking and shouting Wuhuan angrily, while pulling out his most precious iron scimitar, and running wildly like a madman running towards the slaughterhouse where a sheep was bleeding under the stockade.

The power of example is endless, with the warriors taking the lead, the Wuhuan cavalry who watched in a circle like a husky, one by one, the young people also shouted and scolded and turned over on their horses, copied the guys and carried things to prepare to fight with the Han people who had cut off their households, and snatched their sheep back.

But this time is different from a month ago, with a crossbow roar, the pioneer warrior of the Wuhuan people suddenly grew a trembling arrow shaft around his neck, full of disbelief clutching the bloody neck, and immediately shook twice, the giant man fluttered and fell off his horse, and returned to the west without even a leg on his legs.

Carrying a double-bowed steel crossbow, I took a sauna yesterday, and was comfortably massaged by a few Japanese masseurs specially cultivated in Qingzhou, shaking his shoulders, Zhang Liao is face was full of murderous and cruel smiles, and rode out on a horse.

Behind him, there were those bandit-like wolf riders, crooked necks and knives, and some of them couldn't stop picking at the mutton stewed yam meat scraps stuffed between their teeth.

More than 100 horsemen came out from the flanks, but tens of thousands of Wuhuan cavalry didn't dare to move, seeing the big banner that was still stained with blood, the blood and courage of the tribal soldiers who had just mentioned a little blood were instantly dissipated like the remnants of the snow and the sun.

Even the originally dense encirclement has been expanded outward.

The shadow of the famous tree, yesterday's battle outside the city, Zhang Liao is to completely beat his reputation in Liaodong, during the Tang Dynasty, Xue Rengui had three arrows to set the Tianshan Mountain, took off his hat and retreated from all enemies, and now Zhang Liao is in the hearts of these Wuhuan people, and the shadow is probably not much lower than Xue Rengui.

What a most painful torture! On one side, the flock of sheep that depends on it is being slaughtered one by one, on the other hand, there is an insurmountable god and demon squatting there waiting for people to die, tens of thousands of Wuhuan nomadic cavalry watched, one by one sheep were led out of the stockade, hung on the slaughterhouse in front of them and bled on the spot, and finally skinned and frozen into a ball and carried back to the stockade by those damned Han people.

In the evening, when the sun was shining red on this bloody snow, the last sheep was also slaughtered, and in his contentment, Zhang Liao shook his shoulders and returned to the village, but the Wuhuan tribe gathered at the door was reluctant to leave.

The sheep are gone! The tribe is going to starve! How can we survive this winter?