On the same day, Wang San chose Baima as the captain of his own soldiers, and then asked Baima to choose 200 young warriors from the four tribes. Although Wang San is just a rookie with little experience, after all, he has been a soldier before, carried a spear, and fought for two years.

He is still a novice spy, but he already has a lot of experience in fighting.

He drew out two hundred young men to form a personal guard cavalry, and he felt more confident in his heart, otherwise as long as he saw the scene of the four young and old people huddled together, he felt a little big.

As a soldier from the very regular Qin army, he really couldn't imagine how to command such a messy team.

Originally, he suggested that the fourth ministry should leave the women and children to take care of the family.

But the old patriarch insisted on taking all the old and young together, and even drove the cattle and sheep together, saying that he would leave the old and weak for fear of being attacked by others, and the cattle and sheep for fear of being robbed.

It is also said that when the whole clan fights together, everyone will have no worries, and only then can their morale be high and they will be brave. He also said that after the victory is won, women, children, old and weak can also help capture prisoners and drive cattle and sheep.

In short, no matter what Wang San said, everyone still adhered to their traditional way of fighting.

Fighting a war is actually a fight.

Of course, tribes have to fight for pasture or cattle and sheep and the like.

That night, the tribe slaughtered cattle and sheep again, and everyone ate and drank heartily.

Early the next morning, more than 2,000 people from the four tribes set off in such a majestic manner.

Wang San and the white horse with two hundred young cavalry as the vanguard, the four white-haired patriarchs rode horses with about five hundred young men in the middle, and then the rest of the old and weak women and children escorted by two hundred young men and women, driving cattle and sheep, and even the tents were all on the cattle and horses to accompany the army.

This scene is more like moving in the pasture, which is like going to war.

Wang San was very worried that they were making such a big move, and Simabu would have found out a long time ago.

As a result, the white horse led them all the way to the edge of Simabu, which was only twenty miles away from their camp, and the other party was unaware.

"Si Mabu is killing cattle and sheep, and the women and children in the tribe are packing up their things, probably ready to go." A knight who had been scouting over and running back to report the enemy's situation.

"Wait until it's dark!" After thinking about it for a while, Wang San thought that since the enemy had not discovered them, he would simply wait.

When it was dark, all the men and horses launched a surprise attack, and the killing of Simabe was caught off guard.

The white horse originally thought that with two hundred of them, it would be enough, but Wang San insisted.

He sent someone to the back, asked the old patriarch to tell the old and weak women and children to stay in the distance and wait, and then asked the old patriarch to come with eight hundred warriors.

As a result, the old patriarch brought with him 1,800 men, and in addition to 800 young warriors, there were also 1,000 old men and women.

The women had mud on their faces, leather robes, rattan shields, axes, spears, and even horses in their hands.

"Women in our tribe are the same as men." The old patriarch explained.

Wang San was silent, the women in the tribe were very capable, they got up before dawn every day, milked the milk for the first time, and then came back to make ghee and make breakfast. When the meal was ready, the husband got up to eat.

At this time, they have to go to the second milk.

When the husband finished eating and drove the cattle and sheep to graze, they had to start tidying up the house, such as spinning wool and weaving felt blankets, collecting cow dung, fetching water.

When the husband comes back from herding, they have to start milking again.

Every woman is actually very capable and tenacious.

Not only can they get out of the tent, but they can also go to the battlefield.

They are fearless.

Four small tribes of five or six hundred people, with a total population of only two thousand five hundred and six people, ended up with two thousand warriors, which has to be said to be unimaginable to Wang San.

Wait until it gets dark.

Taking advantage of the fact that it was not yet dark, Wang San summoned several patriarchs and made a simple tactical deployment.

"After dark, the old patriarch, your soldiers will divide into three ways and launch a surprise attack on the enemy camp, you must approach quietly, and then suddenly attack, be fast, and be ruthless."

Wang San, with his white horse and the two hundred light horsemen, lay in ambush on the other side.

After the three-sided raid is launched, the Sima people will definitely be caught off guard, and then they will inevitably flee towards the side of the gap after discovering that there are many attackers.

At this time, Wang San and they can ambush them.

"You don't need to be so troublesome, right?" White Horse Road.

The old patriarch glared at his son, "Learn more, fighting a war is like hunting, you have to be skilled." ”

Night falls.

The camp of the Sima tribe gradually quieted down, and under the starry sky, there was a little fire.

There are Tibetan mastiffs guarding the camp.

"Do it!"

The cry of the Tibetan mastiff woke up the herdsmen.

Someone lifted the tent and came out to check, only to be knocked down by an arrow.

The old patriarch, dressed in leather armor and holding a spear in his hand, ran to the camp, picked up a charcoal from the campfire, and threw it into the tent in the distance.

The tent was set on fire.

In the firelight, there was a panicked cry of the Sima people.

More and more fires lit, and one after another Qiang people rushed into the camp like wolves.

Bow shooting, knife chopping, spear barrel.

The Sima people were caught off guard, and many people didn't even have time to put on their clothes, and as a result, they became ghosts under the knife.

Wang San stood quietly to the west, waiting for the enemy to escape.

He believed that the Sima people would definitely flee this way, it was instinct.

Listening to the screams in the camp over there and looking at the rising fire, Wang Sanyi's blood was boiling, and he became more and more excited. When he was in the army, he was just a fire commander, and later he was elected to the pro-army Governor's Mansion because of his outstanding performance, and after three months of training in Chang'an, he went on a mission for the first time.

Commanding more than 2,000 people and attacking a rebel tribe of more than 500 people, he promoted himself to the position of commander of a regiment.

If you win this battle, you will definitely be rewarded and promoted.

"General Wang, here, the Sima people rushed over."

The white horse next to him poked him a few times, calling him back to reality.

Wang San looked at the embarrassed Sima man, jumped up excitedly, he jumped on horseback, drew his sword and yelled.

"Kill!"

Two hundred light horsemen suddenly killed, making the panicked Sima people cry bitterly.

A rain of arrows came, and the dozen or so Simabu people who rushed to the front all fell to the ground.

Wang San rushed forward and slashed down a Qiang man with a single sword, and the warm blood splashed on his face, making him even more excited.

There were shouts of killing everywhere.

There were intruders on all sides, and the Sima people had no idea how many enemies there were, so they retreated in panic and were ambushed again.

Soon, the camp was occupied, and a large number of clansmen were taken prisoner.

Only a small number of young and strong people stood out desperately, but the four Qiang people behind them were also in hot pursuit.

When Wang San stood in front of the patriarch of the Sima tribe and revealed his identity, the old patriarch regretted it so much that he should not be greedy for the promised benefits promised by the King of Tianzhu.

"I was wrong, please spare my life and spare us Simabe once!"

Wang San raised his knife and cut it down.

The head of the Sima patriarch fell to the ground, rolled a few times, and died without blinking.

Wang San carried the blood-dripping knife and said coldly, "If you dare to betray Great Qin, you will have to bear the corresponding price!" ”

"Pack his head and send it back to the lieutenant of Lintao County!"

No one mourned for Simabe, everyone just cheered for victory.

They began to scramble for the spoils of war in a hurry.

The failed Sima people, the sheep in the sheepfold, the things in the tent, everyone scrambles, and they don't let go of a stitch!