Chapter 572 Hell Comes to the World

After resting for a night, the next day, the sky was just bright, Yang Mingzhen released two thousand light cavalry as scouts to investigate the surrounding situation.

When the sky was bright and the soldiers put on iron armor, a team of light cavalry rushed back from the southeast.

"Report, there is a clan fifteen miles southwest!"

"How old?"

"It's not very big, there should be two or three thousand people." The scout of the light cavalry replied.

Yang Chengze grinned, "What are you waiting for? Brothers, let me kill you."

With his order, the soldiers of the Right Camp started to scream and drove their horses toward the foot of the mountain.

Thousands of iron cavalry poured down like a torrent, killing towards the southeast in a mighty manner.

"General, where are we?" The soldiers of the Zuoying looked at Yang Mingzhen and waited for Yang Mingzhen to give the order.

Yang Mingzhen laughed, "What's the hurry? There must be other Hu tribes around. We will give this wave to the brothers in the Right Camp first!"

Sure enough, just a moment later, another team of light cavalry scouts came and reported: "Reported, twenty miles northwest, a tribe was found, and there were about five thousand Hu people!"

"Haha, brothers, we have food and supplies!"

Yang Mingzhen laughed and headed straight to the northwest with the remaining cavalry.

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The Alitan tribe is a medium-sized tribe. They belong to the Chisaka tribe and belong to the affiliated tribe of the Chisaka tribe.

The entire Alitan tribe has a population of about 5,000, of which more than 1,600 are young and strong. However, some time ago, the Chita tribe drew 800 young and strong from their tribe to Menghe Mountain Que. Now the tribe only has the only one in the tribe. There are eight hundred young and strong left, and these eight hundred young and strong are still relatively weak young and strong.

The truly strong warriors all went to Menghe Mountain Que, and most of the rest were young and strong people who were despised by the Chita tribe.

As the sky was dawning, the people of Alitan were preparing to rush cattle and sheep to go out for grazing.

Suddenly, a rumbling sound of horse hooves came, and many people in the tribe heard it, and they all walked out of the felt tent in surprise, and many of the old people changed drastically.

"It's a large-scale cavalry running!" an old man warned.

But most of the tribe members did not become alert at this time, they just looked in the sound in a daze.

Although Alitan was poor, he had not participated in the war for many years. Under the management of the Red Tactic tribe, they were only responsible for grazing.

This is the first time in more than ten years that the Red Tactics recruited young and strong people.

An old man with a cane hurriedly ran to the east side of the clan Luo and looked. Under the red clouds, black shadows were flying.

The rising sun was too dazzling, and the old man looked up to block the sunlight.

The sound of horse hooves is getting closer and closer, and the figures the old man sees are becoming clearer and clearer.

Suddenly the old man's face changed drastically, "It's not our warrior, the enemy attacks, the enemy attacks!"

He roared hoarsely, throwing away his crutches, running straight into the clan's camp.

"Prepare for the fight!"

The sudden warning caused the people of Alitan to panic.

Many men, women, young and old picked up weapons and rode on war horses, but more people were panicked and fled everywhere.

The time left for the Alitan tribe is not much, only a few minutes.

Before their young and strong gathered, Yang Chengze had already rushed into the clan territory.

"Kill, no one is left!" Yang Chengze held a spear and overturned a young and strong man who was running away, and shouted loudly.

The next moment, hell comes to the world.

The sharp edges tore the body apart, and the bright red blood dyed the grass, felt tents and cattle and sheep red.

The roars, howlings, screams played miserable music under the bright sunset.

The grassland in May is soft, the sun is gentle, the wind is gentle, the grassland is the most vibrant, and this time it should be the favorite season for herders and cattle and sheep.

But at this most gentle time, a tragic massacre is taking place.

Yang Chengze shot through the chest of a seven or eight-year-old Hu boy. Then he glared at the soft-hearted soldier beside him and shouted, "Remember, don't leave any one!"

The soldier said in a panic: "Here!"

At this time, Yang Chengze's face was tough and his eyes were cold, as if he was not in any emotion.

He is no longer the simple mountain village boy, he has experienced several cruel wars.

From Yang Zhengshan's beginning in Linguan Fort, to the destruction of the Hu tribe in the East China Sea, to the rebellion of Ji Feiyu, wars have long tempered his mind and perseverance.

Perhaps for many young soldiers in Chongshan Town, the Hu clan is not a hateful existence.

But for the elderly in Chongshan Town, the Hu tribe is an existence that can never be forgiven.

I once didn't know how many people died under the Hu tribe's butcher's knife.

Back then, the Wuliang Hu tribe invaded western Liaoning, and millions of people died and injured in western Liaoning, their families were destroyed, and their wives and children were separated.

The Hu tribe and Darong have blood feuds accumulated from generation to generation.

Don’t talk about the good and evil of human nature. Here we can only use tooth for tooth and blood for blood.

The Wuliang Hu tribe will not be soft-hearted in Beiyuan Town, and Yang Chengze will not be soft-hearted in Wuliang's hinterland.

The butcher's knife has been raised, and only blood can eliminate those kindness that should not exist.

Two hours later, only corpses and blood were left in Alitan's tribe.

The cattle and sheep were driven away, the food and jerky were all taken away, the broken felt tent swayed in the breeze, and the blood-stained grass leaves shone with crystal light in the sun.

Alitan is just the first one.

In the days that followed, Yang Mingzhen and Yang Chengze led the left and right camps separately, turning into two ferocious beasts without any restraint.

Their two camps were not separated by too far, and they always kept a distance of less than 100 miles.

When they encountered small and medium-sized tribes, they attacked separately. If they encountered large tribes, they would attack together.

The soldiers of the two camps were like two rollers stained with red paint, drawing two blood-red stripes on the green grassland.

Sometimes they intersected, sometimes they gathered, and sometimes they separated by dozens of miles.

At first, they just wandered on the west side of Menghe Mountain, but soon they ran deeper into the Wuliang King's Court.

Running without regard for the consequences, killing without regard for the consequences.

It doesn't matter if the horses are broken, the Wuliang Hu tribe is not short of war horses. They can replenish war horses from large and small tribes at any time. As long as people can hold on, they will not stop.

It was late May, and they had already traveled more than 800 miles. In just seven days, they had attacked a total of 12 Hu tribes, which was quite impressive as Yang Zhengshan's seven-day attack on eight tribes.

However, when Yang Zhengshan attacked eight tribes in seven days, they were all small and medium-sized tribes, and the largest tribe had less than 10,000 people.

But now Yang Chengze and Yang Mingzhen have broken through a large tribe with a population of 20,000.

In terms of the number of people killed, they have far exceeded Yang Zhengshan's.

Of course, at that time, Yang Zhengshan had only more than a thousand soldiers, while now Yang Chengze and Yang Mingzhen have more than 10,000 soldiers.

It's not easy to compare the two.

Anyway, Yang Chengze and Yang Mingzhen have caused widespread panic in the heartland of the Wuliang Hu tribe.

The news continued to spread, and fear continued to spread.

May 24.

Tang Wuxi received news from the rear at Dongque Pass.

"What?"

Tang Wuxi looked at his subordinates in shock and anger.

"Your Majesty, Gu Riwen is gone!" The subordinate said bitterly.

"How is it possible?"

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Tang Wuxi couldn't believe it. Gu Riwen was a tribe that the Chici tribe had left, located in the northwest of Menghe City.

Guriwen had more than 20,000 people and was an important supplement to Menghe City. Menghe City had too many people. Although the surrounding area could be cultivated, it was not suitable for grazing. Therefore, Tang Wuxi supported Gu Riwen as early as 20 years ago and allocated a large area of ​​grassland to Gu Riwen.

And Gu Riwen's duty was to provide Menghe City with enough livestock, meat and fur.

But now Gu Riwen is gone?

This is definitely a big loss for the Chici tribe.

Tang Wuxi could ignore those small and medium-sized tribes, but he could not ignore the destruction of Gu Riwen.

"Where did the enemy come from?"

"I don't know. According to the people who escaped, those people were wearing iron armor and looked like they were soldiers of Darong! And it's not just Gu Riwen. Before I came here, I had received news of the destruction of six tribes!"

"Damn it!"

Tang Wuxi was furious, "Immediately let Anduer lead the warriors of Dongque Pass to find these Rong dogs for me!"

"Yes!" The man responded and immediately trotted out to pass the order.

Tang Wuxi walked around in the room, thinking about where those Darong soldiers came from.

He first suspected the Chongshan Town army at the exit of the mountain gate, but he quickly denied this idea because he didn't think the Chongshan Town army could cross the Menghe Mountain.

In his mind, there was only one passage in the Menghe Mountain, and that was the Menghe Mountain Gate.

Not only did he think so, but the herdsmen on both sides of the Menghe Mountain thought so too.

Although they have lived on both sides of the Menghe Mountain Gate for decades, they don't have a deep understanding of the Menghe Mountain Gate.

Herders will not go into the Menghe Mountain for grazing, nor will they go deep into the Menghe Mountain for cutting wood. Even if they hunt, they will only go to the periphery of the Menghe Mountain at most.

Unless they are brainless, who would go deep into the Menghe Mountain for no reason?

Well, the people of Zhou Lan’s faction are a bit brainless. In order to find a passage, those people have been wandering in the Menghe Mountain for two or three years, and what they found is not a road, but a series of mountains that can be crossed.

Let’s put it this way, some steep slopes can still be crossed as long as you are willing to take risks, but herders and hunters will not take risks, and they don’t need to take risks.

For the soldiers of the left and right camps, this road is also full of dangers, and hundreds of people rolled down the cliff.

For the 12,000 soldiers of the left and right camps, more than a hundred people do not seem to be a lot, but don’t forget that the soldiers of the Zhenbiao Camp are the elite of the elite, all warriors.

Even warriors may fall off the cliff, let alone ordinary people.

So the road taken by the left and right camps cannot be called a road at all.

Tang Wuxi didn't think that the soldiers of Chongshan Town could cross the Menghe Mountain, so he thought that those soldiers of Darong were from Beiyuan Town.

But he couldn't figure out why the soldiers of Beiyuan Town appeared on his side.

Well, Tang Wuxi was a little confused now.

Yang Mingzhen and Yang Chengze had already started a massacre in the heartland of the Wulianghu tribe, and on the edge of the snowy land, the poor Yang Zhengshan was leading the soldiers of the front, middle and back camps to hurry on.

Their road was indeed much easier to walk than the road of Yang Mingzhen and his team. Most of the road sections could be ridden on horseback, and only a small part of the road sections required dismounting and walking. There were neither steep cliffs nor rugged mountains. The only special thing was the endless coniferous forest.

The trees in the snowfield are mostly cold-resistant coniferous trees. The main tree species are spruce, fir, larch, etc. Due to the low human activities in the snowfield, the forests in the snowfield are extremely vast, and many of them have grown for hundreds or even thousands of years.

These ancient trees form a vast sea of ​​forests. Although their branches and leaves are not very lush and are mostly coniferous trees, these forests are all primitive places without human traces.

The most important thing is that this road is farther than Yang Zhengshan expected. From the map Zhou Lan gave him, they only need to bypass Menghe Mountain, but in fact Menghe Mountain is deep in the snowfield.

They went around more than 1,500 miles to the north, then walked more than 400 miles to the west, and then walked more than 500 miles to the south before they walked out of the snowfield. Just bypassing Menghe Mountain, they have walked more than 2,500 miles, which took more than 20 days.

Fortunately, the snowfield in May was not very cold, and the temperature was just relatively cool.

But he only brought ten days' worth of dry food, and for the next ten days, they had to kill horses to fill their stomachs.

When they walked out of the snowy land, they had killed more than 3,000 war horses.

At this time, Yang Zhengshan looked at the lush green grassland, and the whole person was a little dazed.

"Damn it! I have lived for decades, and this is the first time I have suffered such a great suffering!" Yang Zhengshan said a little depressed.

Yang Minghao stood behind him, in a mess, dirty, gray face, and even tangled hair, looking like a beggar.

"Dad, let's find a place to rob first. I'm really tired of eating horse meat every day these days!"

Yang Minghao smacked his lips, and he felt that his mouth was full of stench.

Not to mention people, even the war horses have lost a lot of weight. Although the war horses can gnaw on grass and trees along the way, those grass and trees are no match for the carefully prepared fodder.

The fodder in the army is not all hay, there are also beans, grains, salt, etc.

Especially salt. If the war horses don't eat salt, they will not have the strength to travel long distances and run at full speed.

At this time, the soldiers looked like beggars, and the war horses looked listless. Even Hongyun was a little listless.

This is the result of Yang Zhengshan taking out a lot of spiritual spring water for them to drink. If there is no spiritual spring water, it is estimated that these horses will become mules.

"Let the light cavalry go around to investigate. If you find a tribe around, report immediately!"

Yang Zhengshan also felt that they should rob a wave. They not only need food and grass, but also salt. Without salt supplements, warriors can't stand it.

"Yes!"

Yang Minghao was in high spirits and personally led the light cavalry to go out to investigate.

However, their luck did not seem to be very good. Yang Zhengshan rested in the original place for most of the afternoon, and thousands of light cavalry did not find a tribe.

This is not surprising. After all, this is the edge of the snowfield, and few tribes would settle here.

It was not until late at night that Yang Minghao came back exhausted and reported: "Found it, found it, there is a small tribe 80 miles southwest!"

Yang Zhengshan looked up at the dim night and said: "Rest for a night and set off again tomorrow!"

Today is May 30th, and there is only a thin crescent moon in the night sky, which is not suitable for traveling at night.