Chapter 18: The Winter Treasure of the Iron Heart Source

Spring planting, summer growth, autumn harvest, winter storage,

This is the process of life that the cultivating people must follow.

This law is applied on a large scale in all industries, and merchants use it to guide business operations for a year.

Doctors use this natural law to nourish people's bodies, and they believe that people's work and rest should be consistent with natural work and rest.

Tie Xinyuan is also following this law, and the spring expedition will bring a large number of hungry people to Qingxiang Valley, and he needs to support these people for a whole year to see the benefits.

In the summer, the wild men of the Western Regions run all over the world and are difficult to catch, even if they catch one or two, they will resist very strongly because they have a full stomach.

Needless to say, autumn is even more important, when the full-fed savages of the Western Regions begin the largest reproduction game of the year, and the world is full of men from the Western Regions chasing women...... At this time, it is difficult to say the consequences of disturbing them.

It is only in winter that nests of wild people can be dug out of the caves where they live, or from the thatched huts.

Winter is a life and death experience for the savages of the Western Regions, eating the least amount of food and doing the least activities every day, if someone takes them to a warm house to live in and a place to eat at this time, they will think that this person is an angel.

After the beginning of spring, Tiexinyuan needs a large number of manpower to reclaim the farmland under the Daxue Mountain, countless manpower is needed to rebuild Hami, and countless manpower is needed to build a city pass on the edge of the desert to prevent the Khitan people who will suddenly come out of the desert, and the important place of Sandstone Mountain also needs to build a city pass to prevent the possible invasion of the Tangut people.

There is no shortage of people in the Gobi, and those who have left the community or have been driven away by the community are scattered in all corners of the Gobi.

Iron Three Hundred and Rahman were not qualified to act as angels, and their fierce appearance filled all the wild men who followed the party with an air of despair.

Iron Triathlon they do very well, maybe it is because of their good looks, many times he just waves his hand, and those savages who have endured years in the cold wind will obediently follow this noble general.

Meng Yuanzhi took his son to the territory of the grass-headed Tatars again, and the last time he stayed here, he found that the grass-headed Tatars here were very wealthy, and a small tribe often had thousands of war horses.

This was extremely shocking to the Great Song Dynasty, who had lived without war horses since he was a child.

When Tie Xinyuan drew up a plan for winter expansion, he immediately asked for orders to bring his deputy general Tie Huo and his eldest son Meng Hu here.

Passing through the poplar forest like a ghost forest, Meng Yuan stationed his horse directly on the mountain bag, under his feet is a large yellow grassland, the grassland is full of smoke, countless war horses were driven into the fence by the herdsmen, the war horses rushed left and right and were unwilling to enter the fence, and it was a very lucky thing to find a pasture that was not covered by heavy snow in winter.

A cavalry team of 500 people waited quietly under the mountain bag, waiting for Meng Yuanzhi's order.

Meng Yuanzhi took out the wine bag and drank a sip of wine, then said to his lieutenant Tie Huo: "I don't care if you are the patriarch's brother or not, you have to listen to me here, the grass-headed Tatars are different from the wild people on the Gobi, they have no possibility of indoctrination, therefore, this battle will not leave a living mouth, do you understand?" ”

Tie Huo bowed on his horse and said, "General, there are no patriarch's brothers here, only your lieutenant Tie Huo."

Where your whip goes, it's where the fire charges. ”

Meng Yuanzhi nodded with satisfaction, and said to his son: "In this land, our father and son have nothing but Wu Yong.

When fighting, you must not have the slightest kindness of a woman, even when a baby needs to be killed, do not show mercy, this is the way to survive in the Gobi. ”

Meng Hu rode on the back of a fiery red war horse and asked his father excitedly: "Daddy, is there a bloody BMW here?" ”

Meng Yuan smiled and said: "The sweat and blood horse is born in Dawan, sooner or later, my father will take you to Dawan to take a walk and see the real Pegasus."

The Qingtang horses here are also good, just the good things we need. ”

"Daddy, will we have 100,000 iron riders?"

"Yes, we will have 10,000 cavalry in the spring of next year, and our 500 cavalry will become 3,000 cavalry.

Son, if you want your own soldiers, you have to catch them yourself, find your own war horses, match your armor, and train yourself, and now, let's go and find war horses for our cavalry. ”

Meng Yuan saw that the shepherds had driven the horses back to the fence, gently instigated the sweaty horses, and slowly descended the hillside.

With the iron fire behind him, Meng Hu also followed down the hillside, and immediately, five hundred heavily armed cavalry also slowly followed.

Meng Yuanzhi said to Tiehuo: "You are guarding the mouth of the valley, and you are not allowed to let anyone leave, I will charge personally." ”

Tie Huo reluctantly stopped his horse, and watched Meng Yuanzhi lead four hundred cavalry to cover up from the mouth of the valley.

"Dismount and set up the line." Huo'er gave the order, and his 100 soldiers began to prepare obstacles at the mouth of the valley and bury the tripping ropes.

Before the fire could prepare its defenses, the valley was already screaming.

The grass-headed Tatar's hurried resistance was torn apart by Meng Yuanzhi in a short period of time, and his newly rerefined iron spear churned in the crowd like a poisonous python, and the constant grass-headed Tatar warriors were picked up by the iron spear and thrown aside.

Meng Hu didn't know what to be afraid of, and he also fought with a spear behind his father with great vigor.

An old man with white hair hissed and asked, "Who are you?" ”

Meng Yuan directly blocked the old man's scimitar, and the iron spear stabbed into his chest fiercely, lifting him up high to look at the old man's painful face and said, "I need your war horse!" ”

After speaking, he threw the old man who had lost his breath aside.

A mournful roar sounded among the grass-headed Tatar crowd, and countless people abandoned their opponents and frantically attacked Meng Yuanzhi.

Meng Yuanzhi had a cruel smile on his face, and every time a spear swallowed, it would bring up a large canopy of blood.

This tribe is not very large, plus women and children are only about a thousand people, it is considered a medium tribe in the grass-headed Tatars, and there are only 300 warriors who can participate in the war.

Every grass-headed Tatar knows that if you don't resist, you're waiting for death.

Meng Hu's spear tore through a warrior's leather armor, and when he saw the pair of full breasts underneath the leather armor, he realized that he had just killed a woman.

His hand couldn't help but pause, and a scimitar whistled and slashed from his back.

A corpse flew over, blocking the scimitar and knocking the grass-headed tartar off his horse.

Only then did Meng Hu come back to his senses and stab to death the grass-headed Tatar warrior who was still struggling on the ground.

Seeing that his father was yelling at him, Meng Hu shivered all over, regained his spirits and followed his father to fight forward.

After breaking through the battle formation of the grass-headed Tatars, Meng Hu found that he was now as if he had just been fished out of the blood water, and the viscous blood fell down the edge of the iron armor drop by drop.

The same was true for the rest of the warriors, except for the armor on his father's body, which was still the same as it had been at the beginning, glowing with a faint cold light.

A small child pounced out from behind the tent, and before he could get close to Meng Yuanzhi, he was nailed to the ground by a short spear that flew over, and the scimitar in his hand was still tightly held when he was dying.

At the same time, the samurai cut down the woman who had run out to rescue her son...... Meng Hu was a little stupid again.

Meng Yuan glanced directly at his son, took a long breath, and once again urged the war horse to meet the battle formation he had just broken through.

Only when the enemy's organized resistance is completely defeated will the massacre really begin, which is not difficult for Meng Yuanzhi.

No matter how angry and angry the remnants of the grass-headed Tatars were, the gap in force and equipment could not be bridged by these feelings.

The scimitar slashed at the iron armor of the Fragrance Valley warriors would only leave a white mark, while the long knives of the Fragrance Valley warriors would easily cut through their leather armor.

Soon, the one-sided slaughter had begun, and without saying a word, the four hundred warriors of the Qingxiang Valley drove their horses through the grass-headed Tartar camp, slaughtering everyone they could see.

A group of women, escorted by the remnants of the samurai, with their toddlers in their arms, began to flee towards the mouth of the valley, their horses were well ridden, and they crossed the high obstacles, and in an instant they had already crossed two barrages of dead trees.

Tiehuo sighed and ordered to intercept, the stumbling horse rope instantly jumped up from the dirt and straightened, and more than a dozen war horses rolled to the ground with a wail, and then, the arrows were like flying locusts.

The embarrassed samurai didn't even have time to pick up the scimitar before he was shot through the body with a crossbow by the guards beside Tiehuo.

Tie Huo turned slightly to the side, but did not give the order to stop, so all the figures that were still squirming became the targets of the shooting.

The relationship between Caotou Tatar and Qingtang Tubo has always been good, and it can be said that it is precisely because of the protection of the Qingtang Tubo people that Caotou Tatar can live happily and safely on this meadow that is not too big.

If the grass-headed Tatars here are allowed to escape, it will be difficult for Brother Yuan to explain to the Tubo people of the Qingtang Dynasty.

Only by letting all the people disappear will Qingtang have no reason to ask Brother Yuan'er for their guilt.

The war horse can't speak, and the sky that sees this scene can't speak.

The sound of fighting in the winter grassland gradually subsided, and the sweaty horse under Meng Yuanzhi's crotch took small steps to the mouth of the valley.

After seeing the corpse in a place, he nodded and said to Tiehuo: "Next time you can not use crossbow arrows, don't use crossbow arrows, this is not the Great Song Dynasty, crossbow arrows are a very important weapon for us."

If there is such a thing again, use a knife! ”

Tie Huo arched his hand and said, "Not next time." ”

Meng Yuan pointed directly at the war horses that were released by the desperate grass-headed Tatars and said to Tiehuo: "Gather the war horses, destroy the corpses, and we must rush back to Qingxiang Valley as soon as possible." (To be continued.) )