Chapter 101: Genocide (Part 1)

In the past, when they were under the control of the Zhenbei Army, they made a living by raising sheep at the foot of the mountain and growing corn on the mountain. They also helped with work in the garrison to earn a few cents.

With the guards there, the Di Lu people did not dare to come and rob sheep or people.

Although life was simple, as a criminal sent here, he could still barely get by.

But four years ago, the Xuanwei Army was stationed here.

The soldiers complained about the hard life here and began to take pleasure in torturing the military households.

The women of the military households were their playthings, and the men were their slaves, who could beat or scold them as they pleased.

If anyone dared to resist, they would just find an excuse to escape and behead him.

When the Di Lu people attacked just now, these Xuanwei troops forced the soldiers to go into battle, but they themselves wanted to escape.

As a result, the military households directly opened the fort and let the Di Lu people in, and all the Xuanwei troops stationed there were beheaded.

Neither Zhao Tinglei nor Zhao Yanjiao expected such a situation to occur.

He felt that no matter how weak the Xuanwei army was, it could hold out for three days.

Three days is enough time for the rescue team to arrive.

By attacking from both inside and outside, and surrounding them from top and bottom, the Di Lu people driven over by the third brother will be captured.

This way, the power of the Xuanwei Army and the Di tribe can be consumed at the lowest cost.

However, he never expected this to be the outcome.

Even the Di Lu people themselves probably didn't expect to have such good luck.

Even though they had already repelled an attack by the Xuanwei Army in Pingliang Fort, they still couldn't believe that they, who had been fleeing for their lives in the grasslands two days ago, could easily capture a Wu Dynasty garrison.

There would be meat to roast over a fire and women to play with, all of which were gifts from the Wu Dynasty people.

Besides joy, there is also hatred, fear and anxiety.

This group of people are running for their lives. Hiding here is not a long-term solution. They must find a way to return to the grassland and find their tribe and family.

It was a morning five days ago. Snow flakes were falling from the sky, and the cattle on the winter pastures in Pingchang had not yet been herded.

Smoke was curling up from the tent, milking women were busy moving among the cows, and children were busy picking up cow dung. Everything seemed normal.

However, when a group of cavalry consisting of only ten people, wrapped in white cloaks from head to toe, appeared on the gentle slope outside the camp, the tranquility was completely broken.

For various reasons, frictions of one kind or another often occur between the various tribes on the grassland.

There were also cases of large-scale conflicts, so each tribe’s camp was very wary of anyone who appeared around them.

The wolves on the grassland are a threat to cattle and sheep, but the most terrifying threat to mankind is still people, especially strangers who appear like this at this time.

The hostility was written on his face.

The women screamed as they rounded up the cattle and sheep, pulling the stray children close to them to prevent them from being trampled by the frightened herd.

The men shouted, found their horses, and picked up their scimitars and bows and arrows to prepare to meet the enemy.

The sheepdogs barked wildly, scaring the cattle into running around.

The Pingchang tribe was just a small tribe of about a hundred people. Excluding women, children and the elderly, there were only about thirty men who could mount a horse.

The enemy only has ten cavalrymen, so the Pingchang unit has a great chance of winning.

Faced with the panic of the Pyeongchang troops, the unfamiliar white cavalry did not take advantage of the chaos to attack.

Instead, led by a young man wearing turquoise earrings, they stood motionless on the top of the slope, waiting for the other side to finish their reorganization.

After only a dozen breaths, more than a dozen horses ran out from the chaos. These were soldiers from the Pingchang tribe.

They rushed through the snow amid shouts, trying to use their horse's speed to rush up the gentle slope to meet the enemy before they got close.

The rapid hooves of the horses made the dry grass fly. The men of the Pingchang tribe shouted and cursed loudly, waving their sharp scimitars and slashing in the air, making a creepy hollow sound.

The white knights' horses also moved and started slowly.

In just a few breaths, they were within the range of each other's arrows.

The people of the Pingchang tribe were the first to shoot their arrows. Although they were within range, the arrows did not have much power. They hit the white knight with only a crisp sound and fell to the ground.

Another breath passed, and the leading young man shouted, "Release!", and the knights behind him drew their bows.

Ten men shot arrows at the same time. With a dull "hum" sound of the bowstring, ten arrows hit the knights of the Pingchang tribe who were rushing in the front accurately like heavy rain.

At this moment, the strongest warrior of the Pingchang tribe was instantly pierced like a hedgehog, and his entire body was carried backwards by the force of the rain of arrows, and heavily slammed into the herd of horses that followed, causing the people and horses behind to fall to the ground.

The horse, having lost its owner, neighed and ran out, then looked back.

In the Pingchang tribe, before those who fell off their horses could stand up, the white knights' fast horses had already caught up with them, and they were greeted by the oncoming scimitars.

These white knights moved in unison, as if all ten of them were one person, and no one could stop them wherever they went.

The entire camp was suddenly filled with screams and cries, blood splattered everywhere, and injured people staggered and ran around.

In just one round, the enemy only had ten people, and the Pingchang troops were defeated.

There were seven or eight corpses lying on the ground. In the panic, the dozen or so people who were not injured did not dare to fight anymore. They rode their horses and fled the camp, quickly disappearing on the vast grassland.

At this moment, several white knights came out from behind the gentle slope and followed silently.

Without the protection of men, the elderly, women and children of the Pyeongchang tribe gathered together and looked at the masked cavalrymen with horror.

Someone from the White Cavalry rode up and said, "Let your leader come out!"

A wrinkled old man stepped out from the crowd and saluted, touching his chest. “I am…”

"Zakamu!"

The knight raised his hand, took off his mask, and called out the old man's name.

Zakamu stared blankly at Zhao Tingduo's face. The panic in his eyes gradually disappeared, leaving only confusion and anger. "Who are you? I don't know you! Why are you attacking my tribe?"

"It doesn't matter who I am, Zakamu. Do you still remember the Uda tribe?"

"Uda tribe!"

Zakamu's face turned pale instantly.

As if hearing some ridiculous name, a strange expression appeared on his wrinkled face: "The Wuda tribe has long been gone. They were the wolfhounds of the Wu Dynasty. The Dilu grasslands can't accommodate them."

"No, they're back. Today they're here to avenge their blood debt." Zhao Tingduo raised the bow and arrow in his hand. "Don't you want to say something?"

"No, no, no, you can't do this. It's not that I didn't want to help back then, but you can't do this."

Seeing the bow and arrow, Zakamu, who had just been trying to remain calm, knelt on the ground and pleaded to Zhao Tingduo, "I wanted to help, but Abli wouldn't let me...ah!"

Before he could finish his words, the arrow in Zhao Tingduo's hand had already flown out and pierced directly through Zakamu's chest.

Zakamu fell to the ground like a stake, his eyes staring blankly at the sky, his lips moving, and large mouthfuls of blood gushed out of his mouth, drowning out his last words.

Zhao Tingduo looked at him coldly. Twenty years had passed. This man had used sweet words to deceive the Wuda tribe and now he was trying to deceive people with his lies.

Back then, it was this Zakamu who advised Abuli to annex the Uda tribe under the pretext of marrying Uyar.

It was because he revealed his whereabouts that the leader of the Wuda tribe had his grandfather ambush him halfway, causing him to be seriously injured and die.

(End of this chapter)