Cao Xuan heard it and muttered.

My lord, what other good reputation do you have?

Three surnames are slaves!

Betrayal!

Cao Xing is not stupid, but he doesn't dare to comment like this in person.

Otherwise, he was afraid that his head would not be guaranteed.

Cao Xing said with a smile: "The general is far-sighted, and the general admires it." ”

"It's a small thing. Not worth mentioning. Lu Bu waved his hand and said, "If you do your best to help me do this well, Benhou will not treat you badly." ”

"General Xie!"

There are no high-yielding crops in later generations, and Guanzhong has a subtropical monsoon climate and a temperate monsoon climate.

Basically, it can only be cooked once a year.

The yield of crops is not high, and in order to ensure the supply of grain, we can only try to find ways to increase the yield of grain per mu. At the same time, there is a balance between land protection and land reclamation.

Lu Bu didn't want the Guanzhong region to change from the famous country of abundance to the barren world of Shaanxi, Gansu and Ningbo because of himself.

In addition to cultivating wasteland, in fact, destroying mountains and building tombs is also an important reason.

Originally, it was not easy for the vegetation in the Guanzhong area to grow, from the Qin Dynasty to the Tang Dynasty, the tombs built by the royal family and nobles, dignitaries and nobles were more luxurious and larger.

Not to mention the land occupation, and in order to build a cemetery, there are many trees that have been cut down and excavated in the mountains and forests.

This is a major damage to the vegetation in Guanzhong and even in the Western Regions.

Lu Bu was reborn, so naturally he wouldn't let this happen again.

He'll figure out a better way to stop that from happening.

Catching a Hun and Xianbei can be sold for a consistent amount of money, and the military sound and weapons are all from the lord.

All he has to do is to lead troops to attack the small tribes of the Xiongnu and Xianbei, which is simply a good deal.

Cao Xing first found a few horse dealers who went to trade outside the country all year round to learn some information, and selected a few suitable places.

When he was ready, he led 3,000 cavalry out of the Northlands.

When he came to the outside of the Saiwai, the wind wolf rider immediately covered his face, played the banner of Yuan Shao, and went straight to select a small tribe called Huyan.

This tribe has less than 4,000 sheep, hundreds of horses, and only about 100 people, which is the primary target chosen by Cao Xing.

It's just nightfall, and the unpolluted sky is light.

On the wide grassland, the Milky Way crosses, and it is breathtakingly beautiful.

However, the young and strong people of the tribe do not have this leisure and elegance to appreciate, besides, they have seen it for so many years and are used to it.

That's it.

You can't eat or drink. Or the cattle and sheep are more important.

The Huns drove the cattle and sheep in the sheepfold, and in the middle of the night they ran away and were taken away by wolves.

The fence was tied up just as they were leading the horses and preparing to make a fire with cow dung and hay.

Suddenly, the two hounds raised by the tribe were restless, jumping up and down, barking non-stop.

The hound's unusual behavior made the people of the Huyan tribe vigilant.

They came out of their tents one after another, bows and arrows in their hands and knives at their waists.

At this moment, Huyan Naha, the strongest warrior of the tribe, seemed to hear something.

He hurriedly lay on the ground and listened for a while.

His face changed, and he stood up and shouted, "A large number of cavalry are coming. Be careful, everyone! ”

Hearing Huyan Naha's words, the others hurried to lead their war horses.

Just when the people of the Huyan tribe were preparing to fight.

It's a pity that at this moment, the sound of horses' hooves came from far and near, and I don't know how many people came, and they didn't wait for the people of the Huyan tribe to react.

Cao Xuan shouted loudly, "Ready." ”

"Put!"

The rain of arrows in the sky flew in.

The team of the Huyan tribe, which had not yet been organized, immediately became chaotic.

Those unfamiliar words instantly made Huyan Naha understand who was coming.

"The Han dog is here. Don't be afraid, everyone. Follow me. Kill them back! ”

Huyan Naha wanted to rely on bravery to repel the Han army.

He drew his bow with swiftness and shot arrows.

Woohoo!

Two shots in succession, the arrows were missed, and the arrows on the two men of the wind wolf rider were thrown off the horses.

Huyan Nahadi's bravery soon caught Cao Xing's attention.

He immediately shouted, "Aim at that guy, shoot!" ”

Huyan Naha is very capable, but how can he alone be the opponent of nearly 3,000 cavalry.

Hundreds of arrows came in the blink of an eye.

Huyan Naha hurriedly rode his horse and dodged, and even used the trick of hiding under the horse.

But it didn't work.

Shooting in a large area is simply enveloping all of Huyan Naha.

He couldn't hide even if he was under the belly of a horse.

The war horse was shot dead, and he was pressed directly under the horse, unable to move.

The Huyan troops, which had not yet been organized, had not yet been organized.

Without Huyan Naha, there would be no organization.

The young men of the Huyan tribe didn't know who to follow, and they fought separately.

Cao Xuan saw the opportunity and led the wind wolf to ride and kill the Huyan tribe.

The galloping wind wolf rider, taking advantage of the chaos of the Huyan tribe's soldiers and horses, entered the queue of the Huyan tribe without stopping.

The sabre is ho, the heads are rolling, and the flesh and blood are overflowing.

Nearly 3,000 'Maze' broke through the camp of the almost defenseless Huyan tribe at once, killed those who dared to resist, and captured forty or fifty young men.

Cao Xing led his men to rummage through boxes and cabinets, looking for valuable things. Drive away the cattle and sheep, and seize the young and strong.

Some of the "horse thieves" even broke into the tent and smirked and threw the women in the house to the ground. Those who tried to resist were immediately split in half.

Many of the people of the Huyan tribe fell in pools of blood, some were dead, and the living were still moaning, which was not a painful ordeal.

This is war.

War has never been poetic, nor is it majestic.

That's only what literati write.

The real war is bloody, ugly, vile, dirty.

In the ugliness of war, the lives and property of the weak people are never guaranteed.

It has always been foolish to expect the invaders to commit no crimes, and to expect the aggressors to be merciful.

This is a world where the strong can survive and earn dignity.

Temujin, the lord of a generation, said it.

Don't think that someone will protect you, and don't beg for justice for you. Only by learning to survive on their own.

The greatest pleasure of a man is to subdue the rebellious crowd, to defeat the enemy, to take all that he has, to ride his horse, and to take his beautiful wives and concubines.

Therefore, a country and a nation can only protect its people and avoid bullying by foreign races only if it is strong.

Otherwise, property, and even wives and daughters, will eventually become other people's playthings.

Wait until dawn to go back.

Cao Xing asked people to throw torches, and soon, the Huyan tribe was in flames. The tents of the Huyan tribe, hay, cow dung, everything that could be burned were all consumed by the flames.

The flames reflected the dim morning, which was very transparent, and it was particularly distinct.

Several young women from the Huyan tribe were tied to horses, and the young men were tied with ropes and followed behind the horses.

Even if they cursed these damned 'horse thieves' with the most ferocious eyes and the most vicious spells, it still didn't work.

Cao Xing rode on horseback, calculating in his heart how much he could gain this time.