Columns of captives were taken to the front of the wall.

"Slave or dead?" Yin Chun asked murderously with a knife.

I have to admire that there are still hard bones among the Hu people.

Rather die than submit.

Yang Zheng didn't have time to influence them.

The ring-headed knife fell, and the heads rolled down on the green grassland.

The crimson blood smeared on the grass, red and green.

There are a lot of hard bones, and more soft bones.

Xihaihu is also an aggregate, migrating here from the Western Regions, slaughtering many tribes along the way, enveloping the young and strong, and gradually growing.

Yang Zheng sometimes can't figure it out, Cao Wei actually doesn't have much energy to manage this part of the West Sea.

Ye Wudai has a good life in the West Sea, and he can completely follow the Tuyuhun in history and continue to grow.

There is a lot of land.

Ye Wudai just wants to get along with Cao Wei.

What if you defeat Wuwei?

Can you stop Cao Wei's counterattack?

The biggest reason can only be that Ye Wudai has lived in the west for a long time, and lacks knowledge of Cao Wei's strength and understanding of the Central Plains.

On the other hand, the Qiang, Xianbei, and Xiongnu were much more cunning.

The grass in the West Sea is abundant and beautiful, and there are the benefits of salt and iron, and there are many opportunities to catch up with Sima Jin's room for twenty or thirty years.

Unable to hold your breath is the end.

The home was stolen, and Ye Wudai was greatly injured even if he returned.

Whether or not they can withstand the challenges of other tribes is a question.

Columns of young and strong people were branded with the word "Yang" on their shoulders.

As a traverser, it doesn't feel good to be a slave owner.

But if the personal attachment relationship is not strengthened, it is impossible to cover so many foreign races, and they will not sincerely take refuge.

In order to strengthen himself, Yang Zheng can only do everything.

In the future, when they are completely naturalized and obeyed, they can be relaxed, but they must be strict now.

Slavery was prevalent in the western countries, even if the Central Plains Dynasty at this time was not slavery in disguise?

What is the difference between a soldier and a serf?

What is the difference between a low-level soldier and a soldier?

Not to mention the fact that the family enclosed the population and land.

The fall of the Han Dynasty was not only the collapse of the order in the world, but also a serious decline in Han civilization.

Both Cao Wei and Sima Jin had a chance to regain their strength, but they both chose to rot.

Defeated Xihaihu and made the surrounding tribes rumored.

Based on the principles of friendship, harmony, unity, and fraternity, Yang Zheng sent envoys to various ministries under the banner of Cao Wei, asking their leaders to hold cordial and friendly talks at the foot of Datong Mountain.

In these years, the knife has been ruthless, and there are more friends.

The large and small tribes of the West Sea are very enthusiastic.

The one who gave the sheep was very enthusiastic.

Everyone unanimously felt that Ye Wudai deserved to die for his crime, and several leaders patted their chests and said that they would cut off Ye Wudai's head in the future and sacrifice it to the imperial court.

Of course, there are also cheap bones that don't cooperate.

Yang Zheng felt that his sincerity was not enough.

Immediately sent Liu Heng, who was screaming, to lead Shao Tiyan and send 2,000 troops to visit.

In half a day, Liu Heng carried a few heads and drove more than 1,000 young people back to the camp.

The eyes of the tribal leaders suddenly became more friendly.

For six or seven days, everyone slaughtered cattle and sheep, sang and danced, and enjoyed themselves.

But the days of happiness always pass very quickly.

The scouts galloped back from the northeast, and Ye Wudai returned to the army.

It seems that the tribal leaders have also received the news, and the friendliness in their eyes has gradually changed a little.

Yang Zheng felt the need to talk to them again.

"General Xiahouba's 50,000 army is waiting in the western capital, and Guo Tingshi's 100,000 army is in Longxi.

"There are only three or four thousand people in the western capital, when did the fifty thousand army come? The Northern Expedition of the Shu Army, how could Guo Tingshi withdraw from Longxi? ”

"Yang Duwei Hugh wants to bluff people."

"If General Xiahou has an army of 50,000, how can he be stuck in the western capital?"

……

The leaders were chattering, and they knew better about the current situation in Liangzhou than Yang Zheng.

Yang Zheng coughed, his face did not change, "So you want to be an enemy of a certain person, an enemy of Great Wei?" ”

"We are just a small clan in the West Sea, and we don't dare to be the enemy of Great Wei, but Ye Wudai has always been brutal, and Yang Duwei should return to Xiping quickly." A bearded leader said.

And this is the beginning of the drive?

It seems that the cordiality and friendliness of such a day are all fake.

Yang Zheng was heartbroken.

I feel cheated.

The tribal leaders all looked at him, and there was a little impatience in their eyes.

Yang Zheng laughed, "The Lord can't be angry and rejuvenate, and he can't be angry and cause war, Ye Wudai can't attack Gu Zang for a long time, and he will return to the army for thousands of miles, and he has become a tired army. ”

The tribal leaders laughed too.

"Yang Duwei is brave!"

"Captain Yang is like a god with soldiers!"

"Yang Duwei Tianzong Genius!"

……

Sycophants who don't want money squirt wildly out of their mouths.

There was a miasma of smoke in the tent.

Those who can mix with the patriarch can survive in this grassland of the jungle, and no one is a fool.

Yin Chun glanced at him several times.

Liu Heng's knife was half pulled out.

But Yang Zheng shook his head and smiled more kindly, "This time, I will take a look at you, and the next time I come again, you must think clearly." ”

The fat has already entered the belly, and a few small fish and shrimp have gone away.

These people can't count on it either.

In case someone sends a message to Ye Wudai, he will fall into the pit if he doesn't get it right.

Kill them, the tribes are leaderless, the order is chaotic, devouring each other, and they can't make a giant out.

If you don't kill them, the next time you enter the West Sea, will they still be so calm?

When you come out to mix, you always have to pay attention to some food appearance, others come as soon as they are called, and now they are cut with a knife, and if they spread out, their reputation will stink.

The biggest threat at hand is the army of Ye Wudai.

I don't have the energy to talk to them.

Send these people away, and the camp will immediately be much cleaner.

Yang Zheng put away his smile and inspected the soldiers.

In a big battle, their spirit has long been transformed.

The eyes are tougher, and the morale is higher.

In the past few days of rest, all kinds of meat have been continuously supplied, and their bodies have become much stronger.

There are a lot of household belongings, bows and arrows, spears, and leather armor, which are enough for tens of thousands.

There were also six or seven thousand horses and livestock.

The Qiang camp and the Jia camp were in high spirits, and there were more than 1,000 Hu camps and more than 1,000 slave troops.

Qiang Ying and Ji Ying's eyes were full of admiration when they looked at Yang Zheng.

The Hu camp and the slave army were terrified and fearful.

No words can dispel this fear and fear.

Yang Zheng could only find another way, pushed out the families of Ye Wudai and General Hu, and pressed them in front of the camp.

The cries of the women and children and the angry scolding of the old man resounded.

"Kill them!" Yang Zheng's face was as heavy as iron.

Shao Tiyan gritted his teeth and raised his knife and commanded Hu Ying to stand behind the slave army.

"If you don't kill them, you'll die!" Yang Zheng said lightly, but the murderous aura in his words was chilling.

No one doubted his words.

Until trust is built, they can only be deterred by fear.

Yang Zheng didn't want to do it either.

However, in the face of life and death, there is no time to slowly cultivate feelings and trust.

No one knew how he was feeling at the moment, trembling, walking on thin ice as if he were on the edge of an abyss.

The knife in the slave's hand finally fell.

Under the blue sky and white sun, the blood gathered into a small stream, which flowed slowly down the grass......