Yang Chuan vaguely remembered that someone said that the Qiang tribe seemed to have been cursed by someone because of a great cause and effect, and few of their leaders, leaders and kings could die.

That's right.

In later generations, someone once roughly calculated that the average age of the leader of the Qiang tribe and their king was no more than 20 years old, and nearly half of them died of poisoning.

There are many hidden things that Yang Chuan is too lazy to discover, anyway, it is roughly the result of the contradictions, interests and disputes between the head man and the high priest.

Of course, this time, it was Yang Chuan's handiwork.

He wanted to control the Qiang tribe within a radius of several hundred miles from Dachaigou and make it the first support point for him to start passing through the Hexi Corridor and the Western Regions, so it was necessary to kill all those leaders and high priests.

Under everyone's noses, he couldn't go too far.

As a result, this kind of rotten thing of poisoning food and wine can only be done again.

As a qualified cook, he is very familiar with the understanding and use of poison, and he only needs to walk around with Sister Leopard at night to poison those leaders and high priests.

And then.

One by one, slowly dying.

The Qiang people were indifferent to this, and just carried the bodies of the dead chiefs, high priests, and their families to a nearby hillside according to their own 'customs', and cut them into seven or eight pieces, waiting for the vultures to tear and eat.

In their world, they are accustomed to seeing death.

Although there seem to be a lot of deaths this time, but the dead are all nobles and sacrifices, and the lowly warriors and slaves are not even dead, so let's die.

The indifference and disdain of the Qiang people in the face of death made even Yang Chuan sigh with emotion.

Now that I think about it, I just have become insensitive......

However, the bodies of these people, although they attracted a large flock of vultures, only played with their claws and beaks for a while in disgust, and then flew away.

"Is it because they have done so much iniquity, and their bodies are covered with filth and sin, so that even vultures don't want to eat them?"

This is the idea of almost all Qiang people.

So, Yang Chuan chose a good day, took Sister Leopard and the silly eagle to appear on the 'Heavenly Burial Table', and after a simple 'ceremony', he burned the hideous corpses with a fire.

On this hot day, a large number of corpses that were dismantled were piled up, and it was easy to produce plague, and Yang Chuan was unwilling to be infected inexplicably.

The fire was soaring, and the Qiang people were frightened in their eyes, but they still stood up, and said very righteously: "Honorable envoy of the Great Snow Mountain, it is not right for you to do this......

Yang Chuan lowered his head and asked coldly: "Oh? What's wrong? ”

An elderly Qiang man stepped forward, cautiously glanced at Sister Leopard and the stupid eagle, and fell to his knees with a pop: "Venerable envoy of the Great Snow Mountain, according to the rules of our Qiang people, those vultures are unwilling to eat, and the remaining flesh and bones they eat, we must eat them ourselves, only in this way can we completely wash away the sins of those people." ”

I know that many tribes of the Qiang people have the custom of cannibalism.

However, when he heard this sentence suddenly, it still made him feel a pang of his stomach, and the food he had eaten in the morning was tumbling in his stomach, and he was almost about to squirt out.

Listen, is this still human talk?

Ma Da, the cannibalism can be said so mellow and noble, those bullshit high priests of the Qiang people really have two hits, they are simply damned.

"This is Sister Leopard, cough cough, this is the meaning of the King of Snow Mountain."

"This is also the rule of the King of the Snow Mountain."

Yang Chuan put his hands behind his back, endured the churning and nausea in his stomach, looked at the blue sky, and said indifferently: "The meaning of the king of the snow mountain is that it is human, and it is absolutely forbidden to eat people again." ”

"And its rule, that those scum who don't even eat vultures, are basically no different from animals, need to be burned in the fire, so that the karmic fire prepared by Heaven for the sinful people will carry out a complete purification of their sins in life."

"This."

"It's called physical excess."

As soon as Yang Chuan's words fell, Sister Leopard, who was high above, suddenly took a leap forward, suddenly appeared in the crowd, and flashed like a pale white lightning.

A Qiang man's throat was torn open by its claws, and a cloud of snow mist erupted.

Giggles!

The Qiang man squatted on the ground, holding the hole in his throat with both hands, trying to stop the blood splatter, and stared at Sister Leopard who returned to the high platform with two eyes in horror: "Poof-"

The Qiang people who were in charge of the sky burial were terrified.

There was a chaotic sound of hula, and a large number of people fell to the ground, all of them threw themselves to the ground, full of horror, and Ula Ullah didn't know what he was muttering.

Yang Chuan probably heard one or two Qiang words clearly, which were nothing more than 'sin', 'heaven', 'punishment', and 'death'......

……

The matter on the heavenly burial platform was just a sudden trivial matter, and Yang Chuan relied on the majesty of Sister Leopard and Silly Eagle to easily resolve a riot and crisis.

This kind of thing can be big or small, and there is not even any.

However, if you can't completely suppress the Qiang people, from body to soul, those guys are really not vegetarians, maybe they will copy the guys on the spot and fight with you.

Thousands of years of historical facts have proved that the Qiang people seem to be dull, honest and honest, as if anyone can use a few glass balls to deceive their cattle and sheep and women's chastity, in fact, people who think like this, either deceive once or twice and run away, never dare to appear again.

Or, the wild grass on the grave is estimated to be full of Gesang flowers.

Yang Chuan knows this very well, so from the beginning, his words and deeds, every move, all after some careful consideration, with a strong acting style, no major events happened.

The strategy of hitting the firewood ditch went smoothly.

A military village covering an area of dozens of acres was rapidly developed and utilized, and several wide roads were built in it, several large military camps were built, as well as cattle pens, sheep pens and stables, so that the old and weak women and children of the Qiang tribe became breeders and fed those cattle and sheep in case of emergency.

As for the excavation of the Dachaigou iron ore, it was also extremely smooth.

The 2,000 young soldiers, in addition to leaving an elite force of 800 people, mercilessly leveled and exterminated the surrounding Qiang tribes and Xiongnu tribes who did not obey discipline, plundered batch after batch of women, cattle, sheep and livestock, and committed heinous crimes.

The remaining 1,200 people were transformed into craftsmen on the spot, using local materials, designing and making a large number of simple and usable mining tools, and taking those Qiang warriors to mine day and night.

Finally, on the seventeenth day of their arrival in Dachaigou in Yangchuan, the first batch of iron ore was mined.

Almost at the same time, there was good news from the logging team near the Dachaigou iron mine, and the first batch of charcoal had been fired and could be opened at any time to make iron......

After hearing the news, Yang Chuan was in a good mood.

As soon as he gave the order, he began to build a smelter in the Dachaigou Iron Mine.

For the two thousand young soldiers under Yang Chuan, fighting and killing is not their specialty, what are they best at?

Isn't it farming, logging, mining, smelting, casting......

So, a scene that stunned the Qiang people happened.

Just seven or eight days later, in the ditch of firewood, several thick and powerful, constantly rotating and churning black and red smoke columns rose into the air, in the warm and humid air, a few times hard, then poked into the tile blue sky, transformed into a few symbolic large enoki mushrooms, under the eyes of everyone, gradually entered a long-term state of stagnation.

In the twelve tall and mighty smelting furnaces, the fire was blue and blue.

Several large winches, driven by twenty oxen, creak and turn, driving other wooden shelves, to continuously feed the crushed ore into the smelting furnace.

Twelve smelting furnaces with twenty-four grooves.

Among the twelve grooves, what flows out is black and red molten iron, which is continuously gathered, and after water cooling treatment, it is immediately sent to a certain place in the military village, and after some special refining techniques, it has become a veritable 'fine iron'.

In the other twelve grooves, there are some impurities of molten iron, which can basically be regarded as waste, after all, with the current level of iron smelting, the furnace temperature can not completely smelt the ore, causing great waste is also the meaning of the topic.

On a high platform not far away, Yang Chuan, Zhang Tang, Dongfang Shuo, Sima Qian, Huo Guang, and Yang Yi sat on the ground, drinking and eating meat, and discussing the next plan by the way.

"Last night, Huo Qubing came with the news that they had arrived in Zhangye and fought a battle there, killing more than 800 Hun cavalry and slaughtering 23 Xiongnu tribes."

"As planned, they continued westward."

"Now, behind them, there are almost more than 20,000 Huns chasing soldiers, it can be said that our strategic intention has been achieved, just wait for the Huns to chase more and more, and finally, find a place with better feng shui, wipe it all out, and fight a beautiful encirclement and annihilation battle......"

Yang Chuan held a bowl of wine in his left hand, and pointed to a parchment map with his right finger, dotted and drew on it, and talked eloquently.

Zhang Tang, Sima Qian, and Dongfang Shuo on the side had their faces a little stretched.

This Changning Hou.

It is a beautiful encirclement and annihilation battle at every turn, and the 'strategic task' for Huo Qubing is to attract firepower, go deep alone, run long-distance attacks, and encircle and annihilate him; The same was true of the order given to General Fei Li Guang.

Now, because the distance on Huo Quai's side is too far, I don't know what the specific battle situation is, but just think about it, only 3,000 Yulin orphans, deep into the hinterland of the Huns, not only have to wait for the opportunity to attack a small group of Hun cavalry, but at the same time, they are also responsible for attracting a large number of pursuers......

One can imagine how hard this battle was.

As for Li Guang, the nearest flying general to them, it is estimated that life has not been easy recently, 8,000 infantry soldiers, under the siege and interception of more than 30,000 Hun cavalry, heard that they finally advanced to the designated place of Wusheling, and built a very strong military fortress there, began to hold the city, and at the same time attracted more and more Hun cavalry to rush there.

On the other hand, Yang Chuan seems to be a little unprofessional.

First, he led 2,000 young soldiers, disguised as Xiongnu nobles, and slaughtered the Qiang tribes south of the Hexi Corridor for more than 2,000 miles in the place where the Qiang people were entrenched, so that the vast and desolate land became a 'no man's land';

It seems that this is going to be entrenched here for a long time?

"Changning Hou, what should we do next?" Zhang Tang couldn't help but ask.

Yang Chuan tapped the map and pointed to a few small black dots on it: "The three of you, each with a hundred elite cavalry, raided the Hun tribes in these places, and used poisoning to kill everyone and drive their cattle, sheep and livestock back." ”

"Remember, kill them all, and leave no one behind."

Yang Chuan seemed a little uneasy, so he admonished again: "Especially Sima Qian, you are good at everything, even if you can still have compassion for the enemy, this is a hard wound and must be overcome." ”

Sima Qian wanted to speak and stopped.

Yang Chuan looked at his black and red face and sighed, "You think Ben Hou is a hard-hearted person? The war together, is life and death, the war between our Han and the Huns, has always been your life and death, is a struggle for the survival of the ethnic group, today, we have compassion for the enemy, a moment of softness, let them live, have you ever thought that in another twenty or thirty years, we let go of those women and children can give the Huns to breed one or several tribes? ”

Sima Qian sighed and said, "Changning Hou, I can still understand this truth, but people's hearts are flesh and blood, and I can't ...... That's it! ”

The red-faced Sima Qian took a long breath and said, "You Changning Hou has a very good saying, if there is any hell in this bullshit world, then let you fall into hell alone and bear the endless karmic fire and suffering." ”

"I, Sima Qian, a little historian, can't I give up this stinky skin?"

"If there is hell, a certain Sima Qian is willing to follow the Marquis of Changning and go to hell together!"

After speaking, Sima Qian bowed like a decent body.

This time, Yang Chuan was laughed: "Sima Qian, just say that you are not a good person, look, if this is the case, this curses Benhou must go to hell in this life?" ”

Sima Qian was interrupted lyrically, and couldn't help but be annoyed: "Changning Hou, you are good at everything, you can speak, believe it or not, a certain family will write a book in the future, and scold you for being a bloody dog?" ”

Yang Chuan said casually: "Okay, as long as you have enough dog blood in your mouth, you can scold Emperor Gaozu, anyway, you will be killed sooner or later......"

……

The three of Zhang Tang, Sima Qian, and Dongfang Shuo were not simply slaughtered to destroy the Hun tribes, but to sweep away all the enemies around the Dachaigou Iron Mine.

Yang Chuan's heart is very dirty.

What he wanted to do this time, Zhang Tang and the others couldn't think of at all.

Because, he had already planned for the war in Hexi, and in this Hexi War, he was actually ready to cut out the roots of the Qiang people and the Huns, and there would be no future troubles at all.

Dachaigou Iron Mine, Dachaigou Coal Mine, and the primeval forest within a radius of hundreds of miles will be the first step in his plan——

Advance the territory of the Han Empire to the west for 800 miles.

Then, with Dachaigou as a support point, he continued to advance forcefully, smashing into the depths of the abdomen of the Huns, and finally, penetrating the Western Regions and poking out of his mouth.

Isn't the favorite of the Qiang people and the Xiongnu people 'sacrificing to the sky'?

Those sheep and wolves never treat the Han people as human beings, whether they are prisoners in the war or ordinary people who are usually plundered, they will all become slaves, and they may be pressed on a sharpened wooden stick anytime and anywhere, and die a miserable and painful death.

Well, let's have a big one.

The chef used the Hexi Corridor and the Western Regions as the meat, and the Han Tiejun as the bamboo skewer to cook a delicious 'mutton skewer' for the world......

(End of chapter)