When Jian Chen took care of the things in the city and really set off, it was already close to the end of July. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

According to what Hongyu said, Chen Jian separated the various forces in the tribe, mixed sand to create contradictions, and left Acorns and some soldiers in Yangguan, one is to prevent the tribes in the north from pressing south, and also to prevent if something happens in the city.

It's still hot in July, but it's going to get cold soon.

He had little time left, only a month to come back to prepare for the planting of autumn wheat, the preparation of sacrifices, and the preparation of the autumn games with the participation of all the tribes of the city according to last year's custom.

The infantry's ability to maneuver in a short time is not comparable to that of the cavalry, and Chen Jian is not ready to directly seize the opponent's main force and destroy it in one fell swoop this time, but is ready to spend a month.

For Xia Cheng, four hundred soldiers a month is just the consumption of tens of thousands of catties of food; For the tribes riding horses to the north, it is a golden time to waste a month of cutting and drying grass, and they will either submit or be swallowed up by the rest of the grassland tribes in winter.

Without ox carts and wagons, it would be very troublesome to move around in search of water and grass, the grassland was very fertile, the tribe would not run around, and it was also very warm, not the bitter cold and white plague of the north.

North out of Yangguan, only the enemy and no one.

The four hundred soldiers selected marched at a speed of thirty or forty miles a day, and the time was set up for camp, and every step was steady.

In addition to four hundred warriors, there were a hundred donkeys carrying food, feathered arrows, and six ox carts.

This Northern Expedition was different from the previous battles, there was no Caohe River as a transportation line, and all the logistical supplies could only be carried by themselves, and it was impossible to count on the clansmen to send them over.

Sometimes Chen Jian read the history books and felt that the ancients were very stupid, and when he saw Li Guang lost his way and Sal Hu was broken by each other, he would always scold the coach for having a brain disease.

However, when it was my turn, I found that if we really had to consider the logistical problem, the more troops there were, the more people there were, the pressure on logistics would increase non-linearly, and when a certain number of troops was reached, we could only divide the troops, otherwise the logistics would not be able to bear it.

Therefore, Chen Jian only brought 400 people, all of whom were soldiers, and some of them did some auxiliary work as soldiers.

Before setting out for the battle, he had already made clear his combat intentions, and asked each commander to try his best to understand that there should be no more low-level mistakes like in the battle of the valley, and it was impossible to choose the battlefield by himself this time.

It can be summed up in one sentence: kill and burn all. All settlements and settlements were slaughtered, and no slaves were marched, even though the tribes were still short of slaves; All the haystacks were burned out, and even if the enemy ran fast, they would slowly chase after them, until they had no time to mow the grass and no time to rest, and until the Mid-Autumn Festival, they would not be able to cut the grass and dry it for the winter.

In the camp, the auxiliaries were cutting down trees to make simple deer and horses, and Chen Jian and several captains were waiting for the scouts to return.

Not far ahead is the small river that left footprints in the mouse hole last time, nomadism and planting are different, it is impossible for hundreds or thousands of people to gather together, so the grass will not be able to hold up.

They can eat grain and grow it, and they can stuff thousands of people into the city, but the tribe on horseback will not grow it, but can only eat meat. People will be full if they eat a pound of grain, and they will be full if they eat a pound of meat, but a pound of meat needs at least ten pounds of hay to be transformed. Considering the energy transfer rate of 10 to 20 percent of the biological chain, the same population would need at least ten times as much land as agriculture to feed itself.

Before the sun went down, the scouts sent out reported that there was a small settlement of forty or fifty people in front of them, and they were mowing the grass there.

"You weren't noticed by them, were you?"

"No, we went around from the west, and by the blinding light of the setting sun, they didn't see it."

"Approximately?"

"Twenty miles is the most."

"Tanuki, you take one hundred and fifty people, let the scouts lead the way, go around to the back of the settlement, leave tomorrow morning, and when you get there, you will be sure that it is only a small settlement, so you will divide into a team of thirty or forty people, and block the direction of their escape."

Early the next morning, the tanuki set off with the people first, Chen Jian left a hundred guards and baggage to follow slowly, and he took one hundred and fifty people to leave two hours after the tanuki set off with only the food of the day.

Not far away, you could see the small settlement, where slaves and herdsmen were scattered on the banks of a small river to cut grass.

"A team of twenty people, just like a hunt, form a circle, fight separately, the sooner the better."

The order was given, and the soldiers immediately dispersed in an extremely long arc. Flanked are a handful of horned deer riders, used to intimidate and drive away enemies on either side.

A whistle sounded, and more than a hundred people rushed out of the grass and woods at the same time, shouting and rushing towards the herdsmen who were mowing the grass.

The herders immediately panicked and retreated, with their relatives and everything in the settlement.

Several people rode horses and shouted: "Don't run, the women and children are behind, even if we run, these grasses are burned, how can we survive the winter?" ”

"Go and inform the chief, those with their hair tied are coming."

"Who's going? Who stays? Let's run, we can't beat them. ”

During the dispute, the women and children in the settlement tent looked at the soldiers rushing in the distance uneasily, and packed up their things in a panic, but they were reluctant to throw away anything, and thought about opening the sheepfold and driving the sheep away.

The men shouted, "Don't pack it up, run on horseback, you run with the children first, go and tell the chief, there is no one behind, we will block you for a while." Guys, come here, they don't have horses, we have more than twenty men, go around them. ”

The man at the head stepped on horseback, shook his body and whistled, and even though he shouted loudly, only a dozen people gathered, and the rest tried to escape.

The slaves were even more in a mess, trying to run after the women and children, but the man at the head rushed over and hacked a slave to death with a stone axe, pointing at the soldiers who surrounded him and shouting: "Rush there, after killing a person, you will be a clansman, give you horses and sheep, just like us!" ”

The slaves looked blankly at the enemy in front of them, smelled the blood behind them, thought about the misery that could be used as a sacrifice at any time, and fantasized about life after freedom.

Seventeen horsemen rushed to Jian Chen's flank, and there were only a dozen riders on the flanks who rode horned deer, which was much smaller than the horse, and they were confident that they could deal with those strange riders, and as long as they could go around the back and delay a while, the women and children would run away completely.

The wolf skin on the flanks stared at the dozen or so people who rushed over on horseback, and couldn't help but laugh when they saw them wielding stone axes and throwing spears.

"Teach them how to ride and fight!"

He put his fingers in his mouth and whistled, and the people around him gathered with him and stood in a tight line.

Take out the spear from the side of the horned deer, hold it with the backhand like a wolf's skin.

Listening to the sound of horses' hooves, the wolf skin calculated the distance, and when the opponent was still about one hundred and fifty paces away from his side, he shouted: "Cavalry, slow run!" ”

With their legs clamped around the belly of the horned deer, the people walking side by side began to slowly speed up, trying to keep everyone next to each other.

After forty paces, the speed of the horned deer had increased.

"Charge!"

The fourteen clansmen rushed out almost side by side, the front side much narrower than the opposite, wolf skin holding the spear, staring at the enemy in front of them, leaving a large gap on the opposite side.

The enemy in front of him was obviously a little frightened, his eyes widened, and he held his stone axe high and shook his body on horseback, constantly changing his center of gravity to confuse the enemy.

The moment the two of them staggered, the wolf skin threw the spear half-throwing and half-stabbing, feeling the feeling of blockage in his hand, he immediately let go of his hand, and did not go to see if the spear was stabbed, and his body was crooked to avoid the other party's slash before death.

After the impact, they did not stop, but continued to run forward for more than thirty steps, and the fourteen people directly divided into two teams, and kept making an arc directly to the left and right.

Six people had already lay down on the battlefield, several horses were running around there, and none of the fourteen people died, tearing the opponent's formation apart from the middle with the help of a dense formation.

Throwing away the throwing spear and pulling out the short sword from the saddle bag, the opponent's formation had already broken up, but the wolf skin side did not immediately fight separately, but rearranged together according to what Chen Jian said, holding the bronze sword flat, and attacked the whole team again.

After the two impacts, the leader on the opposite side looked at the few remaining clansmen around him, and didn't understand why this battle was fought like this?

He stared at the wolf's skin and shouted, "I have seen you, you are the one who took the skull, come, come, treacherous!" ”

He thought that the days of his tribe's lack of salt and pottery were over, but he didn't expect that this group of people who accepted the skull would kill the leader's son in a blink of an eye.

His body swayed on the horse's back, and he suddenly kicked the horse's belly and suddenly accelerated, trying to block the wolfskin's path, and squeezed the horned deer to his right side through the horse's back.

The victory or defeat of the slow and stationary horse fight depends on whether the person in control of the horse can block the opponent's path at the first time, grab the opponent's left side, from the reverse right-hand staggered vertical, to a horizontal and vertical T, and then become a side-by-side vertical in the same direction, because most people use the right hand, and whoever is on the left at the moment of transformation will win eighty percent.

The wolf skin knew that the other party was a good hand, guessed the other party's intentions, held the reins hard, turned before the other party rushed in front of him, handed out the short sword at the moment of the wrong body, and stabbed the other party's heart when the opponent's stone axe had not fallen, did not wait to draw the sword, left directly, and pulled out the last short javelin on the back of the horned deer, until he heard the sound of falling from the horse behind him.

The moment he landed, the man knew that he was going to die, and watched the bronze sword in his chest and the blood gushing out of it, gradually merging into a small river in front of him, as if the red, deadly viper was devouring himself, bringing his soul to the world of the spirit of all things.

"These blood-soaked grasses will grow tall in the spring, and the horses will like ......"

The war horse didn't know that the master's soul had gone to another world, rubbing the master with a wet nose, slightly strange, the master's face was not warm today, it was very cool and cold, when the owner was lying on the grass like this, the master would always stretch out his hand and touch the horse's head, why didn't he touch it today?

While he was thinking about it, a pair of unfamiliar hands grabbed its mane and gently stroked its back...... (To be continued.) )