A few days ago.

To the south of Xiabian is where the Di people usually live.

The moon hangs high in the night sky, looking a little bleak, like a physical store in a third-tier city. It looks good, but in fact it has lost its brilliance.

A troop of Di people slowly walked along the mountain road in the mountains.

At the front were some soldiers on horseback, holding torches high. In the middle, in addition to people, there were carts carrying heavy supplies, and at the back of the queue, there were some sheep.

This is a very typical Hu people queue, or tribe. Soldiers, cattle, sheep, tents. Wherever they go, there is a new home.

The leader of the Di people who was walking in front looked around, pointed at the vaguely visible rolling hills ahead, and said loudly: "We are almost at Changqingdianzi ahead! Everyone, work harder to get there before dawn!"

The Di people in the queue echoed, and their spirits seemed to have gained some relief from their fatigue.

The leader of the Di people said to the messenger on the side: "Go to the front first, say hello to the people in Changqingdianzi, and say that we are here..."

The leader of the Di people did not hear the messenger's reply, nor did he hear the messenger's horse riding away. He looked back in surprise, and his eyes immediately widened.

The soldier holding the order tightly grasped the long arrow that penetrated his chest with both hands, opened his mouth wide, with pain and fear on his face. He died without uttering a word. His body slowly fell back on the horse, and then he let out a cry.

Tumbled under the horse.

Immediately, the leader of the Di people heard a sharp sound in the air, which seemed to be tearing the air around him. Even the night wind was trembling, shuddering under the sharp cold light...

The leader of Di Ren opened his eyes wide, trying to see through the darkness to see what was making the noise, and then suddenly saw countless arrows appearing in the night sky, appearing in his sight like ghosts. Di Ren

The leader instinctively let out a scream of despair. He wanted to dodge, but his body refused to obey and froze on the horse's back.

"Pfft...Pfft...Pfft..."

The sound of arrows entering the body was dull and harsh, as dense as rain.

The bodies of the surrounding Di soldiers trembled violently as long arrows continuously flew in, followed by screams, the sound of corpses falling to the ground, the neighing of war horses, and the screams of fear from the Di people.

It became a piece, tearing the tranquility of the night into bloody pieces.

In the dark night, the slender fire dragon originally formed by the torch twisted violently in the dark night, trembled, began to break, began to separate, and then exploded and scattered, and the fire began to burst out and scatter in all directions all over the mountains and fields.

flee.

The leader of the Di people grabbed the arrow on his body and felt that the arrow was like a blood-sucking monster, sucking and devouring his life rapidly. He wanted to roar with the last bit of his strength. He had strength and powerful skills.

, but he was inexplicably defeated by an arrow without even a chance to fight back. He was unwilling to give in. He felt that he was too cowardly.

Then, a long arrow suddenly pierced the neck of the Di leader and penetrated with a shower of blood!

The leader of the Di people shook for a moment and finally fell down.

Long arrows whizzed continuously from different directions and shot at the Di people in the queue. The sudden sneak attack gave the Di people a heavy blow, causing heavy casualties to the Di people. Under the whistling arrows, the Di people were lucky enough to escape.

Some of the victims of the disaster rolled around and hid under the car, others ran into the night in panic, and some women and children huddled in place holding their heads and screaming wildly...

The sound of war drums suddenly sounded on the hills on both sides of the Di people's queue.

The roaring soldiers rushed out from the ridges on both sides, rushed down the hillside, and in the blink of an eye they were in front of the queue of the Di tribe.

The soldiers who ran around the convoy picked up the torches abandoned by the Di people, threw them on the carriages, and ignited everything that could be ignited. For a while, most of the vehicles in the convoy were on fire, especially those carrying fodder.

The flames were blazing, and the fire illuminated half of the sky.

The swords were flying, and the long arrows were whistling in the firelight.

The Di people were running around like headless flies, crying for their fathers and mothers, and screaming from time to time. Some were hacked to death with swords, or stabbed with spears, and some were thrown alive into the burning cart.

Burned to death...

The desperate Di people tried to surrender, but they still could not escape the fate of death. The surrounding soldiers were already red-eyed. Regardless of whether the Di people gave up resistance or not, as long as they encountered them, they would wave their swords and guns.

The battle ended quickly.

The attacking soldiers began to retreat, leaving behind corpses, burning vehicles, and blood-stained land.

After a long, long time, those fleeing Di talents returned to the battlefield in fear, knelt down beside the corpses and howled. Some staggered around to identify their relatives among the corpses, and some held the corpses and let them go.

Blood dyed their robes red, and some roared angrily, cutting bloody gashes on their faces with knives, vowing to make the attackers pay the price...

……(/□＼*)……

Yangping Pass.

"It's done... How do these juniors know our clever plan? If they come to violate the pass this time, they will definitely be defeated in front of the pass!" Zhang Ze stood at Yangping Pass, looking at the distance with pride.

The hussar is riding a horse, and his tone is loud.

When Zhang Liao came, Zhang Ze needed to take a look and encourage him no matter how big his heart was.

"If this army had arrived earlier, it would probably have caused me a lot of chaos, but now..." Zhang Ze raised his head and laughed, as if he was full of confidence in victory, "Everyone outside the pass is a Di! Now the Di and the Hussar are at odds with each other."

, like water and fire! The hussars are about to attack, and the Di people are sure to attack behind them! We just need to guard the pass, and then we can just sit back and watch them collapse and be defeated! Just a little thief, how pitiful and ridiculous!"

Zhang Ze went to Yangping Pass with the purpose of cheering up the defenders. Since he wanted to cheer up, of course he should try his best to belittle the hussars and raise himself up. He also showed his posture at the pass, patting this person on the shoulder and asking that cold person.

Hot, and then returned to the government office in Guanzhong with a smile. After entering the central hall, he sat down and his face gradually darkened.

"I went out to trap some time ago... are you sure you didn't falsely report your results?"

Zhang Ze frowned and asked.

The general of Yangping Pass nodded and said: "I have checked everything, and there is no false report."

Zhang Ze still frowned and stared at the general of Yang Ping Pass. After a while, he nodded, "I hope so..."

However, when the vanguard of the Hussars arrived, they did not look as embarrassed as if they had been attacked on the way. Their flags were ready and their armor was shining. Although Zhang Ze spoke boldly at the pass and seemed to be full of confidence, when he saw the situation in front of him, he talked to him again.

It was different than expected.

Zhang Ze thought that after his arrangement, soldiers were sent out to intercept and kill the Di tribe, and framed the Hussar troops. At that moment, the Di people should be angry and attack the Hussar troops. How could they let these Hussar troops advance?

It went so smoothly, and it seemed like we arrived at Sekiqian without any damage?

Shouldn't we shout and kill all the way, and then make it difficult for these hussars to adapt?

If it weren't for Zhang Ze who did see some soldiers who went to attack the Di tribe and saw some trophies, he would have immediately suspected that the general of Yangping Pass had falsely reported his achievements again and was lazy...

But why?

Zhang Ze sent people to discuss with King Di Ren very early on, but King Di Ren's attitude has always been ambiguous. He collected money and things, but did not do anything. He smiled when he took money and things.

It’s very unethical to just shake your head when you say you have to do something.

Therefore, Zhang Ze simply took action himself and asked people from Yangpingguan to secretly dress up as cavalry and ambush and attack several Di tribes in an attempt to arouse the Di tribe's anger. But now it seems that the effect is not very good.

So, can it be said that Di people are so cowardly?

Zhang Ze stood up, walked around the hall twice with his hands behind his back, and then stood still. He seemed to have caught something, but when he felt the bright eyes of General Yangpingguan on the side, he interrupted his train of thought and said, "Back off first."

Come on! Hold on to your armaments! Don’t be careless!』

The Yangping Gatekeeper retreated in response, and Zhang Ze picked up his previous thoughts again and continued to think. He walked around the hall several times, stepping on the wooden boards in the festival hall, and then suddenly suddenly

I realized that I seemed to have made a mistake in dating people, and it was probably an unforgivable mistake...

……⊙﹏⊙……

An unknown place on the top of a mountain.

"Your Majesty..." A Di man came to Yang Wanwan and bowed to the ground, "Commander Wang is here..."

Yang Wanwan was the king of Di people, and Wang Gui was also the king of Di people.

There are also seven Lei brothers who are also kings of Di people.

This "king" has a very low gold content. Just like in the grassland and desert, in the beginning, the khans and other khans were very valuable and noble. In the later stage, khans were everywhere, and khans were as numerous as dogs.

The same is true for the King of Di Ren.

Just like the Spring and Autumn and Warring States periods of the Han people, everyone they met was a king, two kings, and a mountain king.

Yang Wanwan saw Wang Gui at the bottom of the mountain and waved.

Wang Gui nodded, seemed to explain something to the guards around him, then got off his horse, and slowly walked up the mountain with a few people.

"Brother Yang!" Wang Gui chuckled, "Why are you so excited today?"

Yang Wanwan also smiled and said, "Come, Brother Wang, please come over here...the scenery here is nice..."

Wang Gui took a few steps forward and took a glance, "Why didn't I see it?"

"Over there..." Yang Wanwan pointed with his finger, "It's over there, do you see it? There are some burnt marks over there... There are also some tombstones over there... One of my tribes is over there.

Bian was attacked in the middle of the night, killing more than 200 people, and more than 300 cattle and sheep... Vehicles, tents, and fodder were also burned..."

The Di people are a semi-nomadic and semi-agricultural people, so they follow the Han people in having burial customs. However, they do not have a place of origin like the Han people. They require fallen leaves to return to their roots and their souls to return to their homeland. Instead, they hide wherever they go.

There is a feeling that there is no place in the world where Qingshan is not home.

Yang Qianwan spoke slowly, as if he was jumping out word by word.

Wang Gui frowned, looked around, moved his feet slightly, and then said: "Brother Yang... what... do you mean?"

Yang Qianwan glanced sideways at Wang Gui, "I didn't say it was you, why are you so nervous? It was the Han people who did it... The three-color Han people, with their armor and flags..."

Wang Gui then calmed down a little, "Three-color Han people...what did you do before?"
To be continued...