Wealth goes to people's happiness?

Wang Hou is afraid that he has forgotten another allusion, there will only be more and more sharks smelling blood in the sea!

One horse grabbed two fights at a time, and in one afternoon, more than 4,000 stones of grain were robbed, thinking that at the beginning, Wang Hou almost lost his life because of 5,000 stones of grain, rounding up, these Wuhuan people were equivalent to robbing Wang Hou of most of his old life, and originally thought that he had grabbed the grain, and a group of uncles should be satisfied, where to go back and forth! However, it turned out that he was daydreaming!

Early the next morning, he was taken out of the warm quilt of his little third child, and looking down, Wang Hou couldn't help but burst into a foul mouth!

"His uncle's!"

The tribe that succeeded yesterday not only did not leave, but followed by two more tribes, and on the horizon, one by one cow and sheepskin felt bags appeared as quickly as mushrooms in the rainy forest, and they were connected in a mighty way on the flat coastal plain, and at a glance, it was estimated that there were no more than 10,000 or 20,000 people.

Now, Wang Hou is really a little numb, he went east this time, and even the sergeants were a little more than 6,000 people to work, and when there were only more than 5,000 Wuhuan people before, his peripheral strongholds could not intercept the looting, and now there are more than 20,000 nomadic tribes, and he pounds grain into the stockade, isn't it equivalent to meat buns and dogs that have no return!

Squatting on the wall for more than 20 minutes, an old face was pulled like constipation, looking at the gate of his house, more dense chatting wolves squatted there, looking at himself with green eyes, and finally, Wang Hou grinned and patted his thigh.

"Where is Zhuge Fuguier?"

"The last general!"

"You are the chief legion commander, this seat is not here these days, and the Jieshi Mountain army is headed by you! Stick to the snow village, don't let these barbarians grab half a stone of grain again! ”

"The last general obeys!"

There is a chance to be in charge of oneself, which is often a manifestation of promotion, listening to Wang Hou's order, this Langya was born in the country, and his surname is quite tall, but he is really a clay-legged group leader who immediately knelt down on one knee and received the order.

Given the leadership of the garrison, Wang Hou couldn't wait for a moment, and while hurrying down the snow-piled steps, he shouted loudly: "Where is Zhuge Ying, the personal guard?" Prepare the ship immediately, and this seat must go south quickly! Meet the Prime Minister! ”

"The last general obeys!"

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In many cases, it is not just a matter of gritting your teeth and persevering to achieve the final victory, but when you encounter difficulties, stop and rub the bag on your head, and then change the direction, maybe you can achieve unexpected results.

The men and horses only brought 50 personal soldiers, but a total of six empty boats were all taken by Wang Hou, and he went south, along the coastline of the Bohai Sea, and traveled more than 200 kilometers against the wind and snow, until a wide river bay that converged on the sea appeared in front of him, and then he anchored and stopped again.

This place should be Tianjin in the future, but the famous Sancha estuary is now no longer there, Tianjin rose in the Grand Canal to bring the north-south transport, but now the canal does not even have a side, the later generations as the political center of the Jingshi is also a barren, the ancient capital of the Six Dynasties is still just a small town, here is naturally more desolate, there is no hair.

It's really called sleeping in the big snow shell along the way, and Wang Hou can fart on this cold day! Hurry up and hurry, and finally in December 30, the sixth year of difficulty, rushed to the Biansai Wuzhong County, where Mr. Cao was stationed.

The New Year will be in a few hours, and even if you are transporting troops to fight on the border, life has to be a little ritualistic! Inside and outside, the officials and attendants of the Prime Minister's Mansion temporarily cleaned up the county government where they were stationed, hung red silk and lanterns, and a plate of steaming mutton dumplings and a small bowl of aged vinegar with minced garlic were served by the maids.

Put aside the military information reviewed, picked up a thin skin stuffed flat food with chopsticks, blew the hot air comfortably, and smelled the taste, Mr. Cao sent it to his mouth with pleasure.

But before waiting for the steaming end, a black shadow suddenly broke in from outside the door, and the melon seeds in his head were slammed on the ground like a rubber hammer, which scared Mr. Cao's hands trembling, and the dumplings fell into the vinegar bowl with a bang, and the sour vinegar splashed his beard.

In the corner of Lord Cao's mouth twitching and turning his head depressedly to stare at his eyes, Wang Hou, who kowtowed to his father-in-law for the New Year, and his brain hurt again.

"Lord Yue, you can call the shots for Xiao Xu!!"

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It's really called the old man is not a real relative, Wang Hou is sincere and sincere "New Year's greetings", kowtowing so much that his head is red, the old guy doesn't say to give some New Year's money, but also asks people to drive themselves out, how can there be anything else!

Fortunately, Wang Hou's main purpose has been achieved, his Qingzhou troops have been used to the limit, but Cao Cao's troops are abundant, there are more than 5,000 armored cavalry on the tiger and leopard cavalry alone, and they are all equipped with sunshine heavy armor of Qingyishui.

In the later generations, Wang Hou once played a game called "The Witcher 3" before crossing over, and there is a famous saying in it: When you encounter trouble with ghouls, Zizimo or Katakahn, don't hesitate to take your best sword, then sell it and hire a demon hunter!

It's really called a special thing to be dealt with by professionals, this sentence is really true, looking at a large group of Wuhuan tribe nomads squatting at the mouth of their village, looking at the past, Wang Hou only felt that he saw a group of huskies, with big eyes and round eyes, tilting his head and sticking out his tongue at you, selling cuteness, but if he turned around and didn't pay attention, he might be like a month ago, and he would demolish his house again.

But Zhang Liao, who has lived in Yanmen for a long time and has a lot of dealings with these nomads outside the Saiwai, got off the boat and boarded Wang Hou's snow village, which made him see the way out at first glance!

"State pastor, although these three tribes Wenyuan don't know exactly what department it should be in Wuhuan, but without exception, it should be the lower part of Wuhuan, and that place is the siege of the adults in the upper part of Wuhuan, the siege of the state pastor, it should be a large part of the subordinate to come to grab grain, even if the state pastor kills more than half of these peripheral tribes, they will still surround and not retreat, continue to bother the state pastor, only by ending the upper camp can they break the cong circle!"

"Upper Lord?"

Following Zhang Liao's fingers, Wang Hou saw a little bit clearly, and at first glance, although a thick circle surrounded the Wuhuan camp outside the snow wall of his Jieshi Mountain seemed to be the same, but that circle was particularly backward, and at the entrance of the tent area, on a flag with holes, a rough yellow brown bear was fiercely imprinted on it.

That's the unique Huangzhen totem of the Wuhuan tribe!

But what can you care about the yellow bear black bear wang hou has now made the mentality of these guys explode looking at it for a while he asked in a low voice anxiously.

"Since you have found the target, General Zhang immediately led the cavalry to land, you and I are flanked on both sides, how about breaking these Wuhuan bandits?"

"Not so! If the herdsmen outside the Saiwai are like rabbits, there is little wind and grass, these people don't even want tents, they will run away immediately! ”

Also holding the binoculars, he shook his head heavily, but Zhang Liao immediately looked back with confidence and hugged Wang Hou with a fist.

"If the state pastor can trust Wen Yuan, these Wuhuan will be handed over to Wen Yuan alone, I don't know if it's okay!"