Xue Yantuo is not a personal name, nor a place name, but a symbol of an era, Xue Yantuo Khanate!

However, its rise still needs to wait until the civil strife in the Central Plains and Li Er is in charge.

As for now.

Looking at the middle-aged man crawling at his feet, and the frightened, trembling barbarians under the blazing fire, the corners of Yang Shuang's mouth curled.

Xue Yantuo may still appear, but by then, it will become the vanguard of its own conquest of the barbarians!

"Bang!"

The wolf totem the size of the door panel directly covered the middle-aged man, and when Yang Shuang picked it up here, there was only a mess of meat on the ground.

"Anu, gather all the slaves! Yang Awu, lead the troops to drive these surrendered barbarians to gather outside the camp! ”

"Yes, master!"

"Yes, General!"

Slavery obviously helped Yang Shuang tremendously.

Forty or fifty people were killed outside the tribe, and another one or two hundred were brought down in this raid, and only half of Xue's troops were left, and they were not able to fight again, so they all surrendered.

In the North, the loss of force means slavery!

But Yang Shuang didn't want these more than 200 people, who had just become slaves.

Therefore, when the original more than 800 manu-slaves of the Xue Department were summoned outside the camp, the weapons hoarded by the Xue Department were also moved to Yang Shuang.

Prisoners of war on the left, Manu on the right.

One side is majestic and burly, with bright armor.

One side is thin and dirty.

The two groups of people can be said to be distinct!

Yang Shuang stuck the wolf totem in place, picked up a hook sickle, and walked to the right side.

At the outskirts of the Manu crowd, a little boy about seventeen or eighteen years old who was dirty all over his body suddenly noticed that the murderous man was coming towards him, and hurriedly crawled down, ready to kiss the boots that stood on the bloody mud.

"Master!"

However, before he could throw himself to the ground, he was grabbed by the neck by a huge palm and lifted up.

He was suffocated by the sheer force, but he could feel that the other party didn't seem to want to break his neck.

"Kid, will you use this thing?" Yang Shuang pointed to the hook and sickle and said something, but the little boy couldn't understand it.

Fortunately, Anu was next to him to help him translate.

"Back to ····· Back to the master, I will use it, I can mow the grass for you, cut wood, burn pots, and shear sheep for you! Don't kill me! ”

"Haha!" Yang Shuang laughed a few times, carried the little boy to a prisoner of war, and stuffed the hook and sickle into his little hand full of frostbite, "Mowing the grass? Well, you cut one for the sprinkler family! ”

The little boy obviously thought that this mowing was still collecting forage on the prairie as before.

In order to survive, after landing on the ground, he ignored the pain in his hands, pulled away the snow that he trampled on, and pulled out the hay below.

"Squeak!"

The hook and sickle were sharp, and a handful of weeds broke with the sound.

The little boy dropped his hook and sickle, holding the weeds in both hands, his eyes full of hope.

"Master, I can cut ten baskets of forage for you a day and feed twenty sheep!"

Yang Shuang smiled and touched his greasy, shoulder-to-shoulder hair, "Child, the grass mowing that sprinkled the family asked is not like this, but ·····"

"Poof!"

Under the boy's horrified gaze, the picked up hook and sickle slashed through the neck of a captive.

As the head rolled down, the blood flowed out of the sky.

The pupils of the little boy who was sprayed with red liquid shrank sharply, and his whole body involuntarily swayed, and suddenly, he wiped the blood on his face indiscriminately, and knelt at Yang Shuang's feet with a puff.

"Master spare your life!"

"If you cut a piece of grass for the Sprinkle family, the Sprinkler family will not only surround your life, but also make you turn over and be the master!" Yang Shuang's face was hideous.

Countering violence with violence, and returning a tooth for a tooth.

If you want to survive in Yanran Mountain, you must use extraordinary means.

And subduing the slaves with low combat power is the first step for him to do.

Conquering the little boy in front of him is also an important means for him to take the first step.

The little boy obviously didn't have the courage.

But when Yang Shuang lifted the wolf totem and kicked the fleshy Xue leader with his foot, he almost collapsed.

"You, either die or kill him!"

Sen Leng's voice made the little boy know that the bald man was not joking with him.

Listen to the heavy footsteps coming from behind, it was like a demon calling from the abyss.

The little boy moved.

Living in a world of the jungle, the mind honed since childhood makes him more precocious than the Central Plains people of the same age.

Despite the trembling of his bloated and pus-drenched hands, the swaying of his body in thin clothing, and the clenching of his blood-stained hook and sickle in spite of the utter horror in his heart.

Not only does he want to live, but he also wants to avenge his father, who died under the horsewhip!

"Master, I don't want to kill him!"

"Huh?" Yang Shuang's eyes narrowed, and his left arm raised the wolf totem slightly.

What should I do if the mud can't hold up the wall?

Just let it pile up under the wall and become a small mound of footsteps!

Kill chickens and make an example of monkeys, he doesn't believe that no slave dares to stand up!

However, before Yang Shuang waved the wolf totem, the little boy spoke again.

"Master, I want to kill him, him, and him!"

"Huh?" Yang Shuang was stunned.

The little boy was referring not only to the barbarian captives, but also to two half-grown boys of sixteen or seventeen years old, who had been driven to the periphery by their own soldiers.

"Anu, ask him, what do you mean?"

"Master, he is the one who caused those two brute sons to beat my father to death! I want revenge! ”

"Oh, there is a debtor and a debtor, go!"

Yang Shuangle is like this.

What could be more loyal than subduing a group of hateful subordinates and avenging them?

"You, who else will take revenge?!"

Not all slaves were as brave as little boys.

After all, after the rebellion, if it is known by other tribes, there will be no place in the steppe in the future.

But under the persecution of death, the slaves picked up all kinds of weapons and swung their blades at the angry prisoners of war.

Not only that, but even more so, they also killed the herdsmen who gathered together on the periphery.

Yang Shuang didn't care, he just looked at all this coldly.

Ruthless?

In this era, there is no such thing as a word!

If he said that he killed innocents indiscriminately, who could pay for the tens of thousands of Han people who died under the Great Wall?

"Kill! Kill! It's best to kill a river of blood and drown Yanran Mountain! ”

Looking at the fire spreading around, Yang Shuang's thoughts were a little misty, and he couldn't help muttering to himself.

"Uncle, what did you say?" Yang Awu found a bearskin cloak out of nowhere, covered the cold and hard armor, and put on the hood, like a skinny little dog bear.

Well, it's cute!

Yang Shuang shook his head, "It's almost, assemble!" Anu, call that little boy! ”

Soon, the half-grown son, whose face was full of blood and tears, but his expression was very excited, was taken by Anu to the war horse.

"Master ······"

"Call me General! Or, the Grand Duke! ”

"Yes... It's the Great General! ”

Hey!

It's pretty good!

Yang Shuang smiled knowingly and asked, "Where is the Yantuo Department?" ”

"Fifty miles to the south, there is a canyon that connects to a huge cave!"