After they held out for two days, on the seventh day, a cavalry scout reported an exciting piece of information to Zhang Yang.

"There's smoke ten miles ahead."

"If there is smoke, it means that there may be people, and there are only Tatars on this steppe, so it means that they have met the Tatars they have been looking for for a long time." Zhang Yang became excited, so he immediately gathered all the soldiers, and by this time the soldiers had become demoralized, and they were depressed as if they were about to die.

"Brothers, I know that you have suffered a great deal these days, especially the five brothers who have been completely left behind in this prairie. But today our dawn has come, and we have seen the smoke of the cooking in the distance, where our prey is located! Brothers, do you want to have a full meal? Do you want to sleep with a beautiful woman? Walk! Let's fight together! ”

Many of the most famous generals in history have had some bad problems. Chen Tang, who "offended me as a big man, even if he was far away, he would be punished" was a little greedy for money, and he suffered a lot of prison because of this. Chang Yuchun, the famous general of the founding of the Ming Dynasty, likes to kill prisoners even more, which makes Zhu Yuanzhang very unhappy every time, but he still does his own thing.

Zhang Yang's biggest problem now is killing and abusing people, unlike Yu Mingjun's killing of prisoners, Zhang Yang does not accept surrender to foreign races, his idea is that the women stay and the men are killed.

"Kill !!"

"Whew~~" Zhang Yang took a telescope and personally looked at the number of cooking smokes, according to his calculations, the number of the other party was almost only about three thousand, three thousand people, excluding some old, weak, sick and disabled, women and children, the most men who could take up arms to fight were eight hundred, but in fact, this number was much more.

The tribe numbered no more than 500 healthy adults, including some Han Chinese slaves. Zhang Yang led the cavalry to swarm, and the sharp saber instantly plunged the peaceful tribe into a panic.

"Help, help!"

Men and women, young and old, and even slaves, all panicked at this time and wanted to flee in all directions. Some Tatar men took the opportunity to pick up sticks or other weapons around them in a panic, and compared to women and slaves, these Tatar men did not seem to be afraid of Zhang Yang and others. Soon, hundreds of Tatar men gathered and began to prepare to stop the slaughter of Zhang Yang and others.

The screams of women, the cries of children, and the screams of the Tatar men weave a cruel and bloody one-sided slaughter, which turns from a beautiful paradise into a hell on earth in an instant.

"Don't kill me, don't kill me, I'm Han, I'm Han." Many of these slaves looked at Zhang Yang and the others in Han costumes, although they didn't know why there were Han troops here, but they couldn't care so much about their lives at this time.

They knelt on the ground with timid faces, and didn't care at all about them and the others, begging hard in hoarse voices.

"Kill!" Zhang Yang didn't pay attention to those who asked for help or surrendered, seeing the woman let go, seeing the man kill whoever you are, at this time Zhang Yang was covered in blood, like a bloody person, brutally killing and abusing those Tatars who were not ready and had not yet taken up arms.

"Die!"

Zhang Yang's voice fell, and a person's head fell.

"Brothers, don't let them escape alone!"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!"

"Warriors of the steppe, we must fight for our homeland! Kill these Han dogs out of nowhere! Let them know how great our steppe warriors are! Kill! Instead of dodging, these Tatar men gathered a crowd to kill Zhang Yang and the others, they were confident that they were the tigers of the steppe, the hungry wolves of the steppe, the favorite darlings of the god of the steppe, they were born big, and they were not afraid.

But these Tatars obviously didn't think about it in their brains, they were all infantry, and Zhang Yang led the cavalry to slaughter at this time, and the Tatars' war horses were still in the horse pen at this time, let alone riding war horses, and now many Tatars don't even have time to get their own weapons, and now they are just a wooden stick in their hands.

In a few moments the grassland was dyed red, covered with blood, messy corpses, miserable cries, and timid shouts......

Soon more than half of the Tatar men were dead, and the rest were surrounded. Many people began to panic at this time, they didn't expect these Han people to be so difficult to fight, in the past, it was their Mongols who chased and beat the Han people, but today it is the other way around.

Among the people who were surrounded, an elderly Tatar man had panicked eyes in his eyes, and the young people around him were communicating, Zhang Yang didn't understand what they said, and he didn't know what he said, but Zhang Yang didn't care at this time, he only had killing and abuse in his eyes.

"Let everyone surrender." An old Tatar man said to the young man next to him.

Those young people's faces suddenly turned angry, and they said, "We are the most heroic warriors on the grassland, how can we surrender?" The old man glanced at Zhang Yang, who was killing and abusing him, and said to the young man in a serious tone: "We can only avenge the dead relatives by saving our lives first, and now there are many enemies. Isn't there an old saying among the Han people, it is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years, and he must not be brave for a while. The young man said, "Then will they accept our surrender?" The old man stroked his beard and said, "The Han people are all fools, as long as we surrender, they will give us delicious food and drink, it's okay." ”

"Okay, let's surrender."

"Surrender!" The Tatars began to shout the word surrender in their pouted Chinese, but Zhang Yang and his men did not stop killing.

"Surrender!"

"We surrender!"

Zhang Yang took a ferocious look at the remaining more than 200 Tatars, and said, "You all have to die!" ”

"Kill!!"

In less than a quarter of an hour, the remaining 200 men had been killed. Then the Tatar women and children were gathered, and Zhang Yang dismounted and walked up, looking at his booty, and at this time he had some confidence to become a general.

"Bad guy, I'm going to kill you when I grow up!" Suddenly, a childish voice came from the crowd, and it was said by a Tatar boy who was no more than seven or eight years old, and he was looking at Zhang Yang with vicious eyes, and his face was full of resentment and revenge in the future. Although Zhang Yang didn't know what he meant. Because Zhang Yang did not understand Tatar, that is, Mongolian.

In an instant, Zhang Yang's good mood was destroyed, and his face became gloomy and said: "These children can't be kept, if you keep them and let them grow up, then it will definitely be a regular time in the future." Go and kill all the boys. Zhang Yang is only in his twenties, but at this time he has become so iron-blooded.

At this time, a young soldier's face showed unbearability, and said, "Commander, there are still many children who are just swaddling children...... After all, they don't understand things, so I'll let them go. Zhang Yang thought for a while and said, "Then kill all the weaned boys!" "The flamboyant order was carried out unhindered, of course, unhindered by the soldiers, and the Tatar women used their best ability to protect their children, but they could not protect them at all.

The reason why the soldiers agreed so much with Zhang Yang's words was not all caused by the Tartars and the Tatars, most of these people were from Shaanxi and other places, Shaanxi was often attacked from the grasslands, and many of their brothers and sisters, parents and aunts were killed by the Tatars, so they had a deep blood feud.

In less than an hour, all the weaned boys were slaughtered. The women had already given up their resistance, and they snuggled together and waited for the public judgment.

"Brothers, eat your stomach first!"

"Wow~~ Eat!"

"Mother, that's what we cooked." An eight- or nine-year-old girl, whose face was dusty and her hair was already disheveled, was now snuggled into the arms of a young woman, looking timidly at the soldiers, and whispering to her mother. The young woman hurriedly covered the little girl's mouth, and then hugged her tightly in her arms. Her son had just been killed, and she didn't want her daughter to be killed as well.

Today's meal was the best meal Zhang Yang had since he came to the grassland. The soldiers sang happily.

"The commander was two thousand horses, seven thousand sheep, and five hundred cattle." After hearing this, Zhang Yang said happily: "Okay, take one away and can't stay, and then burn this tribe." ”

The soldier looked at Zhang Yang with some embarrassment and said, "If the commander takes all the cattle and sheep away, then our goal will be bigger, and the movement speed will become very slow." Zhang Yang listened and nodded approvingly.

The grassland is about to usher in a bloody storm。。。。。。 Chapter 214: Cows, Sheep and Women