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Night.

In the second half of the month, the jade plate is mutilated.

The Milky Way hangs high and the stars shine brightly.

With blood on a white background, the Chinese army with the word "crime" written on it is accompanied by a breeze, and the shadows are blanched.

After resting long enough, Wu Fan stretched his waist, groped out a bone whistle from his arms, and vigorously puffed it.

"Squeak......."

A shrill sound echoes through the poplar forest.

"Boom ......."

The birds that inhabit here are so frightened that they scatter and fly in all directions.

The soldiers of the criminal army seemed to have long been accustomed to it, and one by one they tied up the sheepskin stalls spread on the ground, arranged their armor, took their swords and guns, and collected their horses in an orderly manner, forming a line.

How much better than ever.

His brows gradually frowned, Wu Fan turned over and got on his horse, walked to the back of the queue, and blocked the four or five hundred soldiers who were slow.

"You're slacking!"

Wu Fan glanced at everyone, his voice slightly hoarse.

In the dim light, the soldiers saw a pair of dissatisfied eyes, and they couldn't help but tremble.

It can be seen that the king of Wu Yan has multiple powers.

Wu Fan let them go lightly, and only ordered: "There is a way that 'hands are fast, hands are slow'!" The reason is the same, you are too late to come and are not qualified to fight. Manage the affairs of the war horse. Over to you. ”

The sin army was all one man and two horses, but it was impossible for the soldiers to fight with a sword in one hand and lead the horses at the other. That's ridiculous, and you have to separate a group of people to take care of it.

"Whew!"

The soldiers let out a long sigh in unison. Smile as you survive the storm.

And then......

Wu Fan was furious, his voice suddenly raised, and he shouted, "You fucking have a happy face? ”

Wu Fan's roar frightened the soldiers.

Wu Fan almost gritted his back molars and roared: "I don't punish you, is it really worth your pleasure?" Well? Do you think about it, you're already behind others! ”

Without looking back, he pointed to the people behind him, Wu Fan continued: "They will participate in the war and will soon be able to establish meritorious deeds. Get rid of the sinful body, eat fragrant and drink spicy food in the future, and have a lot of money to spend! What about you? Yes? Watching the opportunity slip away? Watching someone else take the lead? And then regret and envy? What do you have to be happy about? Shouldn't we feel lost, shouldn't we reflect on our mistakes?! ”

[Yes! 】

[The name of the great sin of treason still hangs above our heads like a sharp sword, what do we have to be happy about? 】

The soldiers were silent, and their faces were grim as if they had died.

Wu Fan snorted coldly and said loudly: "Let's go!" ”

The soldiers have a low status and do not have such a high ideological consciousness, Wu Fan must constantly remind them and spur them on, so as to achieve the goal of making them fight bravely.

Of course.

As the saying goes: seeing is believing. Hearing is false.

As the saying goes: don't suffer from poverty, suffer from inequality.

No matter how sharp the mouth cannon should be, it is not as good as putting things in front of you.

After this war, when these soldiers who had not participated in it saw that the others had been freed from their status as criminals and benefited. It's strange that they don't blush!

Wu Fan understood the joints, so he only beeped a few words.

Half an hour or so.

It is ten miles away from the burning He Qiang tribe.

Wu Fan stretched out his hand to signal the soldiers and horses to stop, and ordered: "Transfer, simple dress." ”

Wu Fan added: "People hold grass, horses wrap hooves. ”

That's where the benefits of one person and two riders come in. When you're on a long journey, you don't have to worry about getting to the place. Horses cannot charge.

The soldiers dismounted and obediently obeyed. They all removed the dry food and sheepskins they carried, and tied them all to the back of the weak war horses.

Plucking handfuls of grass from the surface, tearing open their robes, and wrapping their spare mounts around their limbs, the soldiers rolled over and quietly prepared for the kill.

The part of the soldiers who could not participate in the war gathered all the war horses and retreated to the second line with great displeasure.

Wu Fan turned his head to look at Uncle Guo, pondered, and said: "Fengxiao, you don't have to participate, remember to send a message to Ma Wu, urging those businessmen to act quickly, we can't stay for too long." ”

Guo Jia yawned, nodded half-deadly, and didn't even bother to speak.

Wu Fan led the soldiers and horses, riding the night, and moved forward slowly.

Eight miles, five miles, three miles, one mile......

"Poor vigilance!"

On the precautions against burning the scum of the He Qiang tribe, Wu Fan was staggered with disdain.

Holding his sword high, Wu Fan lowered his voice and said, "I'll explore the way." ”

Following the tradition of the nomadic people, the outer defense of the burning of the Heqiang tribe is a three-foot fence nailed with wooden stakes, presumably mostly blocking the escape of grazing livestock...... To people, it doesn't make much of a difference.

The Qiang guards of Yuanmen were almost unguarded, and they were sleeping soundly, and Wu Fan never woke up when he walked to him.

"Alas!"

"If the heavens don't destroy you, who will destroy you?"

"Just two janitors? Is there any mistake?

Wu Fan shook his head and sighed.

"Huh!"

The sword flashed, and the blood drifted away.

Wu Fan concocted the same method to kill another guard, and his internal breath exploded, and he slashed the door lock with one sword.

"Kill !!"

Wu Fan let out a loud shout.

"Boom !!"

The war horse charged, and the sky fell apart.

"What sound?"

"Where did the enemy come from?"

"Run!"

The sleeping Qiang people blew up their nests.

"Resistant, shoot and kill!"

Wu Fan jumped on his horse and raised his sword, and the sound was like a huge thunder.

"Kill! Kill! Kill! ”

The soldiers were simply red-eyed, accompanied by hysterical roars, and they were furious and killed at sight.

Kill three Qiang people to atonement for their crimes.

Other than that.

Kill a Qiang person and reward five taels of silver.

Kill a Qiang man, and the chief of Wu will be rewarded with ten taels of silver.

Kill a Qiang man and reward twenty taels of silver.

Killing a Qiang team is rewarding fifty taels of silver.

Kill a Qiang battalion commander and reward 100 taels of silver.

Kill a Qiang general and reward 200 taels of silver.

Kill a Qiang tribe leader and reward five hundred taels of silver.

The price is clearly marked.

With interests in front of them, who wouldn't be tempted?

What's more-

The disheveled Qiang people are like lambs on the chopping block, and the sin army that has been devastated for more than a month also needs to vent the feelings in their hearts.

Seeing what he said before, he all told the soldiers to listen to the fart, Wu Fan was not angry, and simply let them fight randomly.

Simple and crude tactics have achieved unexpected results.

The Qiang people are not ordinary and strict, the black lights are blind, and there are shouts of killing all around, and they can't tell the number of enemies, but there are a lot of ......

The smarter Qiang people cowered in their tents like quails and did not show their heads.

The Qiang people who are not smarter, run or resist in a panic, and the only end is death.

Wu Fan killed several Qiang people as an example, and then stopped killing with his own hands.

Wu Fan didn't do nothing, this thing rolled his eyes and counted on his heart.

While marching and running, Wu Fan shouted in Qiang and Mandarin: "The patriarch is dead!" The patriarch is dead! The patriarch is dead! ”

The morale of the sin army is even higher.

The panicked Qiang people are even more panicked.

Then.

A man with a nine-foot-long body and a bearded face shouted, "Lao Tzu is not fucking dead!" What are you shouting about? Pick up your weapons, boys, ......"

The voice was abrupt.

With a smug smile on the corner of Wu Fan's mouth, he rode his horse and rushed to the front of the burning He Qiang patriarch, and the phoenix mouth purple gold knife slashed a round.

"Huh!"

The big human head is rolling.

"Bang!"

The corpse with its head down to its neck fell to the ground.

Wu Fan shook off the blood stains on the blade and sneered: "This is not dead? ”

Picking up the head with the tip of the knife, Wu Fan ran around the camp and shouted: "Your patriarch has given the head, and those who don't want to die will fucking throw away their weapons for me!" ”

In just one and a half hours, the burning Heqiang tribe of more than 13,000 people was unexpectedly trampled by 23,400 people led by Wu Fan without temper.

With the help of the fish belly white in the east, Wu Fan commanded his soldiers to escort the prisoners out of the camp.

"Men stand on the left, women stand on the right!"

"Quick! Fast! Fast! ”

"Give Lao Tzu a person and summon Mr. Guo!"

"Who's going to settle the score? Wait a while to record the battle exploits and cash them out on the spot! ”

After winning the battle, Wu Fan was very happy.

"Color!"

The soldiers cheered with the same joy.

Another half hour passed.

Uncle Guo has arrived.

More than 20 commercial houses led by Ma Wu also arrived

(To be continued......)