Not many people died on the spot. After all, Zhang Liao did not have many troops, only one thousand people. After two charges, he only killed and injured 300 or 400 people. The rest were all relying on the horses to walk.

If the usual failure of a clash between nomadic people and farming people will lose hundreds of people and return to the grassland to hide for a year, there will be several heroic tribes in the coming year.

This is also one of the reasons why nomads on the northern grasslands are always nightmares of the Central Plains farming dynasty. Victory of one or two battles cannot hurt their muscles and bones at all. During the autumn harvest season every year, these nomads who are good at looting will leap and go south with their bows and horses.

Moreover, the dynasty was still good when it was strong. Once the dynasty declined, the border defenses of thousands of miles from the north would become their free hunting grounds for entry and exit.

But today it was an accident. Zhang Liao was born in the Yanmen Frontier and knew very well that these Wuhuan people, who had the same clan and origin as their old enemy Xianbei people, or the lifeblood of all nomadic peoples! That was their livestock group!

As the people of the Central Plains imagined, nomadic peoples ate meat every day and ate meat every day, and the smooth mutton cooked in the cooker. In fact, those who can eat meat every day must also be nobles and tribal adults. The lowest tribe members may even have less chances of eating meat than farmers in the Central Plains. Moreover, once meat is eaten every day, it is not a good thing for the Wuhuan people. This does not mean that the disaster falls from the sky and the herds are frozen to death in batches. It is because of the autumn drought, and the hay is insufficient, so they cannot feed so many livestock. They can only endure the pain of slaughtering these animals.

In this era, whether it is the Xianbei people, the Huns, or the Rouran people who have not yet risen, the Turks will never easily slaughter any animal without reason, because for them, livestock are like the fields on which the Han people rely for survival, so that the ewes can accumulate milk, and then collect the goat and horse milk to make milk tofu and dry milk, and combine the flour tea leaves traded with the Han people or robbed to make milk cakes and milk tea. This is the main food they have always relied on for survival since the nomadic peoples!

Therefore, even though they knew that they could not beat them, they were stolen from 90% of the livestock group, the three tribes still had to return. But when they came back, it was an extremely shocking scene that stimulated their eyes.

Blood!

Bright red blood, blood flowing into a river!

The blood was gushing, and even the snow wall built behind was dyed more than half red. A large piece of blood ice that had been spread to the battlefield ahead was not human blood. However, in the hearts of these Wuhuan people, they probably wanted to be human blood! Because the magnificent flock of 60,000 to 70,000 huge sheep that was magnificent yesterday, only a small circle was left, and the hateful Han people were still slaughtering the flock every moment.

Seeing the back hooves of the granary they cherished were hung on the slaughter rack by ropes, and were bleeding with one knife. The blood was kicking and twitching like a sheep's hooves, which was no less than a knife cut into the hearts of these Wuhuan herders.

For the Wuhuan people, the flock is a bit troublesome wealth for Wang Hou. He did not prepare so much forage to feed the flock. Moreover, in Liaodong County, he mainly farmed and had never considered grazing management. Moreover, there was a risk of being robbed at any time. Therefore, except for leaving two thousand breeding sheep as breeding sheep, and preparing to wait for the ship to be unloaded and brought back to Liaodong, all the rest were slaughtered.

Anyway, it's cold now that it's a big refrigerator outside the freezer, so I'm not afraid of the mutton skin being broken. I can carry the skin back to Liaodong and can also be used as leather armor. The frozen lamb chops will be taken back to Qingzhou with the boat, sold along the Yellow River to the Central Plains, or sold along the Hainan to Xuzhou to earn a large sum of silver for him. As soon as the cannon fired, he spent half of his treasury, which could make up for his family's expenses.

Genghis Khan once had a bloody saying: The greatest pleasure in life is to defeat your enemies everywhere, occupy their pastures, seize everything from them, and then listen to their wives and children crying!

The heroes seemed to be similar, just like the father-in-law Cao's good wife, and Wang Houjin rarely realized the residual pleasure of Genghis Khan. He slaughtered the flock of sheep like flesh in the hearts of the Wuhuan tribes, and stepped on the newly peeled sheepskin on the snow wall, and warmed her feet with a small carbon stove on it, barbecuing the freshest and tender mutton that had just been delivered.

Zhuge Ying was excitedly radiating the precious cumin powder brought back from the Western Regions by Bowang Hou Zhang Qian. Wang Hou sat there lazily like a rice insect. While eating, he was filled with oil. He saw the pupils in front of his village with great interest, and rubbed his feet and stamped his chest and angry "owners" who were angry!

It was Zhang Liao who taught him a lesson. When he marched into the grassland in the future and dealt with the real overlord of the grassland desert today, Wang Hou knew what was the most effective way!

As he was chewing the laziness, those Wuhuan people who were rushing to fight with bulls and were as anxious as ants on a hot pan, finally some people couldn't sit still. Suddenly, in the snow, there was also a large and thick Wuhuan man roaring and turning over the horse. While clamoring and cursing, he pulled out his most precious iron scimitar, and whipped his horse's butt, he ran over to the slaughterhouse where she was still bleeding from the village.

The power of role models is infinite. With the warriors leading the way, they surrounded the Wuhuan cavalry and watched like Husky. The young men were also shouting and scolding, turning over horses, searching the guys to carry things and preparing to fight with the Han people who had lost their households, and snatching their flock back.

But today is different from a month ago. With a whoosh crossbow, the pioneer warrior of the Wuhuan man suddenly grew a trembling arrow shaft on his neck. He covered his blood-flowing neck with disbelief and immediately shook it twice. The giant man flapped and fell down his horse, and returned to the west without even climbing his legs.

Carrying a double bow steel crossbow, he washed a sauna yesterday, and was massaged and served by several Japanese masseurs specially trained in Qingzhou. He shook his shoulders and heads. Zhang Liao laughed with murderous intent and rode out on a horse.

Behind him were those Bingzhou wolf riders who were like bandits, with their necks tilted and their knifes slapped, and some of them were still picking up the mutton stuffed between their teeth, stewing yam and meat residue.

There were only a hundred cavalry sparsely coming out of the flanks, but tens of thousands of Wuhuan cavalry dared not move. Looking at the big banner with blood, the bloody power of tribal soldiers who had just raised some blood instantly dissipated like the scorching sun of the snow.

Even the originally dense encirclement expanded outward.

The shadow of the tree of a man. In the battle outside the city yesterday, Zhang Liao completely defeated his reputation in the Liaodong area. During the Tang Dynasty, Xue Rengui once attacked the Tianshan Mountains with three arrows and took off his hat to retreat thousands of enemies. Now Zhang Liao is in the hearts of these Wuhuan people, and his shadow is probably no less than Xue Rengui.

What a most painful torture! On one side, the flock of sheep that relies on for survival was slaughtered one by one, and on the other side, an insurmountable god and demon squatted there waiting for people to die. Tens of thousands of Wuhuan nomadic cavalry saw that one sheep were taken out of the village, hung on the slaughter rack in front of them and bleeding on the spot. Finally, they were peeled and frozen into a ball and then carried back to the village by the damn Han people.

In the evening, the sun was winding and red, and when the snow was covered with blood, the last sheep was slaughtered. With satisfaction, Zhang Liao shook his shoulders and returned to the village, but the Wuhuan tribe surrounding the door was reluctant to leave.
Chapter completed!