Family Rise: Beginning with Grandfather

April 25th.

The Anyuan City Garrison Camp welcomed a group of people again. This group of people came to transport the spoils of war, and the leader was none other than Wang Sheng.

Wang Sheng rushed over with 300 soldiers and more than a thousand civilians.

When Wang Sheng saw the spoils of war and the piles of heads, envy appeared in his eyes.

Yes, he was envious.

He also wanted to go to the battlefield and kill the enemy to make merit.

But Wang Bin didn't let him, so he could only help Wang Bin deal with some logistical matters.

It was rare for him to come and transport the spoils of war.

"Uncle, alas, it's a pity that my nephew can't follow you to fight on the battlefield!"

Standing in front of Yang Zhengshan, Wang Sheng said with a distressed face.

Yang Zhengshan laughed, "There will be opportunities in the future!"

He could only comfort Wang Sheng in this way.

And he didn't have the leisure and energy to comfort Wang Sheng now.

Without waiting for Wang Sheng to speak, Yang Zhengshan said: "Since you are here, this place is handed over to you. We still need to continue the battle!"

The Tumoge have been migrating for more than ten days, but they did not migrate too far, just to a place more than 200 miles north.

They found a large tribe and are currently living next to that large tribe.

A large tribe is a tribe with tens of thousands of people.

Yang Zhengshan has been eager to go and see it.

Now that Wang Sheng is here, he can finally stop worrying about these spoils!

Wang Sheng wanted to talk more with Yang Zhengshan, but Yang Zhengshan didn't say much to him. On the day they came, Yang Zhengshan took the soldiers of the garrison camp away.

Unlike before, the soldiers of the garrison camp at this time were all one person with two horses.

After several days of running-in, the soldiers were basically familiar with their own war horses. Although the relationship was not deep enough, they were able to control them well.

All the soldiers became cavalry, and then abandoned most of the supplies, and the mobility of the garrison camp was greatly improved.

With thousands of men and thousands of horses, Yang Zhengshan led the garrison camp all the way north.

However, they did not immediately pursue the Tumoge tribe, but cleared the Hu tribes along the way.

This large area is connected to the upper reaches of the Songyuan River. In addition to the mainstream of the Songyuan River, there are several tributaries, so there are many Hu tribes living in this area.

When Tumoge moved, they had exchanges with many Hu tribes, and these exchanges provided many clues for the scouts of the garrison camp.

"Sir, the Baruk tribe is ahead. Baruk has a population of about 3,000, and there are no more than 1,000 able-bodied men. It is a relatively small medium-sized tribe!"

As dusk approached, Yang Zhengshan led the garrison camp to the north bank of the Songyuan River fifty miles away. Yang Mingzhen pointed to a continuous felt tent in the distance and said.

After crossing the Songyuan River, there is a flat grassland. If there is no war, this area should be the favorite place for the Hu tribe to live.

Because of the arrival of the war, many Hu tribes have moved to hilly areas with relatively complex terrain.

However, some tribes thought they were very powerful and were not afraid of Darong's troops, so they did not move.

Of course, this is not about Baruko in front of us, but the Korcha tribe that Tumogo is attached to.

"Are they prepared?" Yang Zhengshan asked.

"No, Tumogo didn't seem to reveal anything to them! He just exchanged some supplies with them!" Yang Mingzhen replied.

Yang Zhengshan nodded slightly, not surprised.

Tumogo was obviously scared by them, so he moved overnight in a panic.

During the transfer process, they certainly didn't want to say that they were scared away. This was not for their own face, but to be able to stay away more safely.

Every time they crossed a tribe, their safety was more guaranteed, because if they wanted to catch up with them, they must first get rid of the tribe behind them.

Even Yang Zhengshan suspected that Baruko in front of him was deliberately exposed to them by Tumogo.

Tumogo couldn't have failed to notice the scouts behind him, and since they found out, they communicated with Baruko, which was intentional.

In simple terms, Tumoge sold Baruko.

Yang Zhengshan was naturally happy to see this happen.

He looked up at the somewhat gloomy sky and said, "Rest here and eat, and attack on time at midnight!"

"Zhou Ren!"

"Sir!" Zhou Ren responded.

Yang Zhengshan continued to order, "Prepare torches, we will attack at night, and we need a lot of torches!"

"Yes!"

Then, the soldiers rested on the spot.

After simply eating dry food, the soldiers spread out the furs they carried with them and camped on the spot.

The temperature in the north at the end of April was still slightly low, but fortunately they got a lot of furs in Zalz, which could keep them warm when camping at night.

Time passed by minute by minute, and except for the necessary vigilance, most of the soldiers rested in the furs, and Yang Zhengshan was no exception. He had a sheepskin under him and half a cowhide on his body, with only his head exposed.

It must be uncomfortable to sleep like this, not to mention that he was wearing armor, which made him feel uncomfortable when lying down.

However, this was the condition in the wild, and no one would complain about it.

Soon, the time came to midnight, and the soldiers got up one after another, rolled up their furs and put them on the backs of horses.

The Baruko tribe in the distance was quiet, without any sound.

It was pitch black under the gloomy night sky, and only the little lights of the Baruko settlement could be seen.

The soldiers quietly climbed on their horses and soothed their somewhat uneasy war horses.

Yang Zhengshan rode on Hongyun and observed Baruko in the distance.

"Let's go!"

Without any extra words, Yang Zhengshan shouted casually and drove his horse towards Baruko.

The night was dark. In order to avoid being discovered, they did not light the torches immediately, but approached Baruko at a slow speed.

Yang Zhengshan did not let the soldiers light the torches until they were a hundred feet away from Baruko.

"Kill!"

The night was filled with shouts and shouts, which awakened the sleeping Hu people.

Then there was a fire rising into the sky, and a brutal massacre took place in the Baruko settlement.

The demons from hell showed their brutality wantonly and madly.

Wailing, crying, desperate shouts, and angry roars intertwined in the night sky.

However, all struggles were destined to be in vain.

When the dawn light appeared in the eastern sky, the Baruk tribe had completely fallen into ruins.

Yang Zhengshan stood outside the Baruk tribe like a statue, looking at the eastern sky.

The soldiers behind him cleaned the battlefield with ease.

Gathering cattle and sheep, carrying supplies, harvesting heads, digging pits to bury bodies.

Distributing gold and silver, preparing dry food, replenishing drinking water, and resting on the spot.

"Sir, the situation here has been explained to Lord Yuan and Lord Wang, and they will be here soon!"

Yang Mingzhen came in a dusty manner.

Yang Zhengshan turned around calmly and nodded slightly.

"Get ready to go, next one!"

...

A man should be violent. Affairs and benevolence cannot coexist.

A man should kill people, and kill without mercy.

The immortal deeds of the ages are all in killing.

When Yang Zhengshan raised the butcher knife in Zalz, it was as if Pandora's box was opened.

Kill one tribe a day, and slaughter 100,000 in seven days.

Of course, the number of 100,000 is a bit exaggerated. In seven days, Yang Zhengshan led the garrison camp to attack seven tribes, and slaughtered about 30,000 Hu people.

There is no Hu tribe within 200 miles of the north bank of Songyuan River, and no more Hu cavalry.

Panic is spreading, and rumors about the devil are spreading.

The settlement of Korcha.

The leader Duobato sat on the main seat with a solemn expression. A dozen senior officials of Korcha stood below, and there was a familiar figure among them, that is Zha Yan.

At this time, Zha Yan looked dazed, pale, and dark circles were embedded between his eyebrows, making him look like he was terminally ill.

After fleeing for more than ten days, he came to Korcha and thought they were safe.

But in the past few days, a series of horrible news came, making him unable to sleep, eat, and sleep.

"Zha Yan!" Duobato broke the quiet atmosphere and his eyes fell on Zha Yan.

"Are they really only a thousand people?"

To be honest, Duobato didn't quite believe the news he had received these days, nor did he believe what Zhayan said.

It had only been a short time, and there were eight tribes, including Zaltz, with a population of more than 40,000 and more than 10,000 able-bodied men. They were all slaughtered like this?

The news he received came from those who escaped from the massacre. Those people seemed to have seen the devil, and were frightened into a trance and unconsciousness.

Except for Zaltz, Yang Zhengshan led the garrison battalion to attack the next seven tribes at night.

The first few were completely unprepared, and the next few were somewhat prepared, but their preparations seemed very fragile. Not only that, but as the lucky escapees spread the news, the next few tribes fell into panic.

The panic made them even more vulnerable.

In this situation, all kinds of news became weird, and only the news brought by Zhayan at the beginning was the most accurate.

But at this time, Duobato was somewhat reluctant to believe the news brought by Zhayan.

How could a mere thousand people do such a thing?

Zha Yan looked up in a trance and answered subconsciously: "The Korcha Banner Master, there are really only a thousand people!"

In the Donghai Hu tribe, the Banner Master is the title of the leader of a large tribe. Although the Donghai Hu tribe has now established a dynasty and the Banner Masters have been canonized by the royal court, other large tribes still like the title of Banner Master except for the royal family.

Duobato still didn't want to believe it, but he didn't continue to struggle with it.

At this time, they were facing a powerful, unknown, and terrifying army, and they Korcha must be prepared in advance.

As for those rumors about the devil, Duobato would never believe it. He would rather believe that Darong sent tens of thousands of troops than believe any rumors about the devil.

"Pass the order down and summon all tribes to move closer to the Banner Land!"

The so-called Banner Land refers to the settlement here in Korcha.

The Korcha tribe does not have only one settlement. The Korcha clan has tens of thousands of people, and they certainly cannot gather together for life.

If they gather together, how many livestock will be raised with so many people, and how much grassland will be needed?

Therefore, the large tribes of the Hu people all have several settlements, and their settlements will also move, but only in fixed areas.

In simple terms, large tribes have fixed territories, which are divided into many small and medium-sized settlements.

They have a unified surname and respect the flag owner.

Now facing a powerful and unknown enemy, Dobato must summon all the forces of Korcha to fight.