The sun was setting in the west, and dusk was approaching.
The temperature became even colder after the snow melted.
Bonfires were lit in the gaps between the tents of the Wuhuan people.
The woman's pitiful screams echoed throughout the day and night without ceasing.
"These beasts!"
Qian Zhao could no longer bear to listen, so he descended the hillside and returned to the woods where the thousand white-robed soldiers were hiding.
As soon as it got dark, they set out and turned the Wuhuan camp upside down.
Qian Zhao also found out that the commander of these 10,000 Wuhuan cavalrymen was none other than Su Puyan, the Wuhuan King, and Lou Ban, the Wuhuan prince.
"We will definitely capture these two enemy chieftains tonight."
He began by summoning a thousand officers of the rank of Marquis and above from the White Robe Army to give them a speech and to organize their equipment.
Since taking over the army given to him by Liu Wei outside Yi County, Qian Zhao discovered that this army had high combat skills, strong soldiers, and strict military discipline.
They always keep their word, even if it means going through fire and water, they forge ahead without batting an eye.
Qian Zhao was full of admiration; Liu Wei had entrusted such an elite force to him with such confidence.
However, what Qian Zhao didn't know was that this army was merely a yellow-quality unit that Liu Wei had just redeemed from the system.
After raiding Luxian in the snow, he led his troops to appear and disappear unpredictably.
When encountering small groups of Wuhuan soldiers, they were annihilated without mercy.
When they encountered men, women, children, or the elderly of the Wuhuan, they would draw their swords against them without the slightest hesitation.
Along the way, he has been able to use the strategy and tactics with ease, as if they were his own arm.
He also used war to sustain his war effort, plundering cattle, sheep, and grain from the Wuhuan people. He was not worried about supplies at all; on the contrary, he was afraid that carrying too much food would hinder the mobility of his army.
The small Wuhuan strongholds in Youbeiping have been almost completely destroyed by their sneak attacks.
Only the main force of the Wuhuan cavalry outside Wuzhong County remained.
Upon receiving the order, the ten marquises accepted it expressionlessly and turned to arrange for their respective troops to prepare.
Dede dede!
Suddenly, a rider galloped away not far away. Judging from the direction he was heading, it must be the camp of the Wuhuan people in Wuzhong.
Qian Zhao frowned, summoned a servant named Qu Hou, and led a group of men to set up tripwires to block the road.
A moment later, a horse let out a long neigh, followed by a heavy thud as it fell to the ground.
Before the man on horseback could even shout, he was subdued by the corporal and brought before Qian Zhao.
Upon closer inspection, it turned out that this man was a Wuhuan man.
He was terrified to see that everyone around him was Han Chinese. He clenched his teeth and refused to confess, knowing that no one could understand him anyway!
"Who are you, and what are you doing in Wuzhong?"
"Confess honestly, or I'll cut your flesh and peel off your skin piece by piece!"
However, Qian Zhao spoke the Wuhuan language. After a series of stern questions, he even made Qu Hou pull out his wrist-splitting knife and rub it back and forth on his clothes to see how sharp it was.
The Wuhuan messenger cavalry were shocked, not expecting that the other party could understand the Wuhuan language.
After a moment's internal struggle, he confessed everything.
It turned out that he was a messenger from Ji County, conveying Qiuliju's order to warn King Qiao of Wuhuan and Prince Louban to be careful of being ambushed.
At the same time, he also informed the two that Dunta had led 10,000 cavalrymen out of Ji County to prepare to encircle and annihilate the Han army that had attacked Lu County, and asked Qiao Wang and Lou Ban to cooperate.
So that's how it is!
"General, I've told you everything, please let me go!" the Wuhuan messenger pleaded with Qian Zhao.
“Alright, you can go now!” Qian Zhao nodded and replied in the Wuhuan language.
The Wuhuan messenger cavalryman hurriedly left, but before he had gone fifty meters, a whooshing sound came from behind him, and an arrow shot him dead!
"I don't understand a word the Commandant is saying!"
Qu Hou, one of Qian Zhao's subordinates, muttered, "All I know is that we can't let a single deserter from the alien race escape!"
The Wuhuan messenger cavalrymen died without ever realizing that they were dying because of a language barrier.
Executing the Wuhuan messenger cavalrymen was a common practice.
As they fought their way through, not a single small group of Wuhuan people they encountered survived.
Occasionally, a few who managed to escape and report the crime would slip through the net, but they were all caught and executed.
With the heavy snow blocking the roads for the past few days and only melting today, the Wuhuan King Qiao outside Wuzhong City has yet to receive any news of the sneak attacks on the surrounding area.
"Alright! Pass down the order: men gag themselves, horses hoofproof, approach the Wuhuan camp, and launch an attack from the left, center, and right!"
Qian Zhao gave another order.
Before long, the thousand white-robed soldiers split into three groups and quietly approached the camp of King Qiao of Wuhuan.
Night had fallen, a cold wind was blowing, and in the Wuhuan camp, a campfire flickered.
The Wuhuan soldiers hunched over, wishing they could bury themselves in the fire.
Although they could withstand the cold, they could not resist the warmth of the campfire.
Inside the camp, Lou Ban and Qiao Wang drank quite a bit of wine with a group of centurions. They then waved for their men to bring in a dozen or so Han Chinese women who were dressed in very little clothing.
"Haha, I have a brand new way to have fun tonight!" Su Puyan announced loudly, reeking of alcohol.
The dozen or so Wuhuan generals in the tent were already aroused when they saw so many fair-skinned Han women brought in.
Unlike the women who were abused by ordinary soldiers, these dozen or so Han Chinese women were slender, curvaceous, and quite attractive.
These Wuhuan generals had long coveted it.
When they heard that the King of Cliffs was going to introduce a brand new way to play, their eyes lit up and they let out strange, beast-like howls.
A dozen or so Han Chinese women trembled with fear, their eyes filled with despair.
"My way of playing is called 'Two-Legged Sheep'!"
"Strip these women naked, blindfold them, and make them crawl on the ground like sheep!"
"Warriors of Wuhuan, brandish your steel whips and seize the sheep!"
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