Under normal circumstances, the funeral rites of the Qiang tribe are simple and crude, which is nothing more than chopping the deceased into several large pieces, throwing them on the ground at will, and letting the vultures tear them into pieces and swallow them into their stomachs.

But this time it was an accident.

Apparently, they were frightened by this unscathed, unavoidable form of death, and had to ask the high priest to come forward to appease the people, and by the way, put to death all those who brought bad luck to the tribe......

……

Yang Chuan secretly observed and found that the situation was a little bad.

Because there were so many people who died this time, almost all the remaining people of the Qiang Aries tribe rushed here, and there were at least three or five hundred people in a large area of black pressure, although the vast majority of them were old and weak women and children.

'No wonder Zhang Qian, Tangyi's father and his party did not escape......

Yang Chuan quickly made a decision.

He quietly returned to the grove, dug two clay pots from a red willow bush, and walked quickly through two ditches into the Qiang stables.

Since the Aries tribe defected to the Huns, their horses and cattle have become public property, and the stables and cattle pens are often near the tents of the tribal leaders, which are actually equivalent to helping the Huns raise horses and feed cattle.

As for the average shepherd family, they can only have a flock of sheep.

In this way, the strength of the Qiang tribe will inevitably suffer a heavy blow, but who makes the cavalry of the Huns powerful.

This also provided convenience for Yang Chuan's plan.

He first reached into the stables, smeared a jar of 'stinky oil' on the horses, and sprinkled some hay crumbs on them.

Then a fire was lit.

Hundreds of horses exploded in circles, neighing, kicking and biting wildly, and a very strong wooden fence could not be carried at all, and after three or five breaths it was broken through several large gaps.

Originally, only a hundred or so horses were smeared with 'stinky fire oil', but the moment the fire lit up, all the other horses went crazy.

The flames soared into the sky, and the war horses wailed.

The Qiang people who were holding the funeral looked back in amazement, looking at the horses scattered and galloping, and no one spoke for a while, just stared in a daze.

Those war horses...... In fact, they are all Huns, and every horse has the imprint of the Huns on its buttocks.

It's over!

The Huns said that if there is one less war horse, it must be replenished in time, otherwise, it will be replaced by ten Qiang heads......

"Hurry up, chase back all those frightened war horses!"

At this moment, the high priest could not care about the dancing god, and he shouted loudly: "All the warriors...... No, no, no, all men and women, whoever can ride a horse or a bull, go and gather their horses! ”

"Recover a horse and reward ten ewes!"

The old beast's voice was full of panic and despair.

Because he knew very well in his heart that if he couldn't recover the war horse, the first thing the Huns would kill was him, an old god......

Dozens of Qiang people roared angrily, turned on their horses, and took the lead in chasing the horses in the distance.

Some of the old shepherds, half-grown children, and young women hurried to the cattle pen down the hillside, and without horses they had to ride in pursuit.

Unexpectedly, just as they were running to the foot of the mountain, the direction of the cattle pen was on fire, and more than a thousand cows, like those war horses, also exploded.

The sound of hooves rumbled, and the earthquake trembled.

More than a thousand wild bison, more terrifying than hundreds of war horses, were simply a few heart-palpitating hurricanes, directly annihilating dozens of Qiang people who tried to step forward to stop them, trampling them into a puddle of mud.

At this moment, the people of the Aries tribe were completely stunned.

The old priest's face was pale, his lips trembled, and he muttered, not knowing whether he was cursing or praying: "It's over, our Aries tribe is finished......"

"Quick, all the men go and gather the horses and cows!"

"Oh my God, this is a slut who didn't clean up the evil things that brought disaster to our Aries Department......"

……

Taking advantage of the chaos, Yang Chuan returned to the hillside again, quietly approached Zhang Qian, and said in a low voice: "Don't make a noise, my lord, I'll save you from escaping." ”

Zhang Qian, who was stretching his neck to look down the mountain, suddenly looked back, but found that it was the thin young man who had been scolded by himself who spoke: "Who are you?" ”

"Han Chinese."

As he spoke, Yang Chuan cut the wool rope and handed the knife to Zhang Qian: "Kill the Qiang priest first, and then, go to the southeast to meet in the woods, and I will take you to hide for a few days." ”

With that, he turned and ran.

Just kidding, how could this kind of fighting and killing be something that he could be mixed with as an eleven or twelve-year-old boy? The rope has been cut for you, and you can't even kill an old god stick, so you can only blame you for not having the ability.

Zhang Qian took the knife in a daze, and his heart was at a loss.

Originally, he was ready to 'worship the heavens', but as a result, first the Qiang stables and cattle pens caught fire, and then a Han boy came out and cut the rope......

Obviously, the previous two fires should have been set by this young man.

Of course, this inexplicable trance only lasted one or two breaths, after all, Zhang Qian was also a character who had experienced strong winds and waves, and he just figured out the cause and effect of the matter in a blink of an eye.

He acted quickly, cut everyone's ropes, rescued everyone, and shouted in a low voice: "Except for my cousin's father, everyone else will flee to the grove in the southeast, and there will be their own people to answer them!" ”

Then, he handed the knife to his cousin: "You go and assassinate the Qiang Great Priest, and I will create a little more chaos." ”

All of us take action.

However, none of the thirty or so Da Yue clan, the rest merchants, and the thirteen rest female slaves fled first, but quickly found some spears, javelins, sticks, and other items on the spot, and directly rushed towards the Qiang priest and the few remaining Qiang people.

They can also see that this Qiang people are finished.

Seeing this, Zhang Qian and Tangyi's father had no choice but to rush over quickly......

……

Yang Chuan, who was hiding in the distance, witnessed the whole process of this 'fight' with his own eyes: rushed up, knocked unconscious and stabbed to death with a stick, stunned and stabbed to death with a stick, and then stripped off his sheepskin robe and carried his body into the fire.

Those resting merchants and slave girls are too strong.

Thirty or forty Qiang people were all cleaned up in a dozen breaths, and the sheepskin robes and hats on their bodies naturally quickly wore on others.

At first, Yang Chuan thought that Zhang Qian, Tangyi's father and others snatched clothes just to cover up their shame.

As a result, when he saw that the gang had changed into the sheepskin robes and hats of the Qiang people, he collected some bows, arrows, knives and other weapons, and walked down the mountain in a serious manner, and hacked all the lonely Qiang people to death......

These are some ruthless people! ’

'About、Only such a character can hollow out the Western Regions, right?' ’

It seemed that this battle would continue for a while, and Yang Chuan thought that he couldn't help much, so he simply slipped back and selected 300 cows and more than 700 sheep in the ranch of Danmu Jitou's family......