The grassland in March still can't be called warm, but in the large areas of ice and snow that have not yet melted, a layer of light green can already be seen on the grassland in the clouds, and such a scene can only be seen on the northern grassland, and the stubbornness and tenacity of life can also be seen on the northern land.

In recent years, the rain on the steppe is quite abundant, and there are no natural disasters, but for the Tatars in the steppe in the clouds, it is extremely difficult, because there are no natural disasters, but there are **, the division and annexation of the Tatars, so that the Tatars have completely declined.

The Yunzhong Grassland is close to the Hanzhong Homeland and is also the south-central part of the Yunzhong Grassland, and large tents are scattered on the grassland, covering a radius of nearly ten miles......

It was nearly noon, and there were puffs of smoke rising everywhere, and men were chatting and laughing, and sitting by the campfire, some wiping their swords, some tidying up their quivers, and some besieging the city, fighting each other for amusement, and from time to time bursting into a burst of cheering and whistling......

The women were concentrating on preparing lunch for the men, and serving bowls of hot goat's milk to the men, and the children drooled around the women, and the whole camp was filled with the strange smell of milk and barbecue.

The smoke rose and covered the whole tribe with a veil, and the large herds of horses neighed and the sheep still accompanied, and it looked like a truly powerful tribe, which had been unparalleled in the Tatar steppes for many years.

But this is not a real Tatar tribe after all, on the periphery of the tribe. The camp of the Qin army soldiers firmly enclosed the tents of the Tatars in the center. For protection, but also for surveillance.

Wan Chunnian sat there and took a sip of goat's milk, although he had been drinking this thing for a winter, he still felt that the smell of goat's milk was too strong, and he couldn't help shaking his head in annoyance.

But when he looked to the south, his face was still a little worried.

A winter has passed, and there is not much news from the south. The goat's milk didn't feel very good to drink, and the mutton was already tired of eating, but after all, some drank and some ate, but if the people from the south didn't come again, he had to find someone to discuss whether to lead the troops back south.

To know. If this continues, it will be a month or two at most, and the flock will be eaten up, and now the feelings of the Tatars are very unstable.

Because they know that the flock is the root of the tribe. Like the Han Chinese, they had to leave some seeds for the next year, and they had to leave enough sheep to keep the tribe afloat.

So, one more month at most. The Tatars will no longer be so stable, if they return south. Preparations should have been made now, but the Tatars ...... Their leaders all went to the south, and the few they left behind were of no avail.

These Hu people are very wild, once they make trouble, I'm afraid it is not comparable to those civil unrest in the south, men will not hesitate to pick up knives and fight with you, women and children are the same, these guys, more like outlaws among the Han people, look honest and honest on weekdays, once they fight hard, they will all be fierce, and they will definitely not be honest if they don't cut off their heads.

Just thinking about this, the noise in the south suddenly became louder, Wan Chunnian's face changed, he stood up, looked to the south, and casually ordered, "Pass the order to go down and get on the horse." ”

Obviously, there were not one or two people who thought like him, and almost in a moment, the camp in the north was boiling, and the soldiers of the Qin army raised their swords and mounted their horses, and quickly gathered, with a pair of slightly murderous eyes, looking at the tents of the Tatars, just waiting for the officers to give an order, and they would rush into the Tatar settlement at any time.

Mu Huali's department was originally the most elite part of the Qin army, and after more than half a year of baptism, in addition to adding some perseverance and courage, the aura of slaughter was also deeper, and it could even be said to be unbearable.

However, after half an hour, at the shouting of the officers, the Qin soldiers dismounted and dispersed, because the news came from the camp in the south that the Tatar prince had returned from Xiban.

And the news that followed was even more exciting, the marshal personally commanded the troops, came to the grassland in the north, just behind, General Li invited the generals to the big tent to discuss.

In fact, there was nothing to discuss, and with the assistance of the Tatar leaders, the old and weak children, as well as some of the Tatar women, were moved back to the south.

But the marshal personally commanded the troops to the north, and there must be a lot to be done on the grassland, and no one wanted to take this errand, and in the end, this unlucky errand was handed over to Wan Chunnian, who made him the person next to the marshal, and the promotion was counted in the army, so the tired brothers took this drudgery, and let everyone get more credit.

Besides, it's only ten days and a half a month to go back, you can come again, just like that, a group of people gossiped and drove the black-faced Wan Chunnian back to the south.

Wan Chunnian still met the army from the north on the way, and wanted to complain to the marshal and unload the errand, but the marshal just called him over, asked about the current situation in the north, and ordered him to quickly escort these Tatars back and hand them over to Zhang Fengju.

This can also be regarded as the first batch of Tatars attached, although they are only some old and weak women and children, but they must be treated carefully.

Zhao Shi did not stay for a while, and led his troops to continue north, and on the third day, he finally came to the place where the Tatars lived.

When he came here, Zhao Shi did not delay anything, immediately convened the generals to discuss the matter, and ordered a day off, and the camp was withdrawn on the second day.

With 500 Tatar soldiers divided into various departments, as a guide, the army was divided into three parts, Mu Huali, Wang Shengbao led 10,000 cavalry into two wings of the army, Zhao Shi himself personally led the Chinese army of 5,000 men and horses for the middle road, and more than 1,000 Tatar soldiers Gui Buyan Xiban led, and the army scouts were combined into one part, and the army sentry was left and right.

In the early morning of the third day, the army pulled out the camp, and the tents were quickly dismantled, and each man brought his own dry food and drinking water, enough for a month, most of them were one man and two horses, while the remaining part of the Tatar women, who were left behind the army, were guarded by five hundred Qin soldiers, and drove the sheep slowly.

The others are all strong men, such an army, crisscrossing the grassland, as if they were born to plunder.

Between the shouts and neighing, the army has gradually gathered, and in the shouts of the officers, they quickly lined up and slowly divided into left, middle and right, until the sun was getting higher and higher, and the dense Qin army soldiers were spread out as far as the eye could see, and the voice gradually weakened.

Zhao Shi rode on the horse, raised his arms high, and quickly, except for the occasional neighing of the war horse, only the whistling sound of the grassland wind remained.

Zhao Shi's deep voice resounded in the wilderness, "In the future, the place where our horse's hooves have stepped is our land, and the wealth we see will also be ours, except for our warriors, everyone else is our slave, and those who resist will eventually be cut off by us, trampled into powder, and shouted ......."

With a wild roar, Zhao Shi's arm instantly pointed forward, and the soldiers of the army, their faces were already flushed, they pulled out their waist knives, waved them above their heads, and shouted feverishly.

"Cheer ......"

The voice of tens of thousands of people, resounding all over the world, even the wind hanging on the grassland, seems to have stopped at this moment, this is the war declaration of the Han army, but also the war clarion call of the Han army, they have been away from here for too long, the grassland people have forgotten their majesty and glory, but now, they will use their own bravery, to prove that the Han people are here again, and will eventually recast their glory and majesty.

The Tatar warriors were mixed in with these Han soldiers, although they didn't know what the Han generals said, but they were also shouting wildly, their voices were more wild, neighing war horses, waving steel knives, these were enough to make the blood of the steppe men boil.

They seemed to suddenly understand that with these Han people, perhaps in the near future, they would also be able to regain their long-lost honor, and their fanaticism came from nature, from the enthusiasm for the coming killing, and in the midst of hysterical shouts, the Tatars were silently reciting, and the gods would witness their bravery, and those who died in battle would receive the favor of the gods, and a qiē glory would be returned to the gods......

With the wave of Zhao Shi's arm, the dense army began to stir, the horses' hooves rumbled, and after a while, a muffled thunder was formed, and the ant-like army began to surge forward, facing the wind of the grassland, the degree was getting faster and faster, the soil was rolling, the earth was trembling, and the cloud-like army was dividing out several clear arrows, pointing to the north......

The knights bowed their bodies, and wild shouts rose one after another, and one by one they squinted and looked to the north, where in addition to the seemingly endless steppe, there was now the most powerful tribe of the Tatars, the Kale.

The traitors of the Tatars, the culprits of the decline of the Tatars, the lackeys of the barbarians, now occupy this vast expanse of fertile pastures, drinking wine bought with the blood of the Tatars, eating the delicacies of the blood of the Tatars, who have turned their backs on their brothers who have lived together for generations, and who have blasphemed the qiē that the gods have bestowed upon them.

They no longer deserve to be called Tatars, only blood can wash away the sins they have committed, and only the blood of traitors can restore their long-lost glory......

In March, the wind blowing from the south in the grassland outside the clouds suddenly became violent......

(Monthly pass, monthly pass, Ah Cao originally wanted to add refinement, but I pressed the wrong button and deleted all the comments, I'm sorry...... ）

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