In the past, under the control of the Zhenbei Army, they raised sheep at the foot of the ridge, planted some corn on the ridge, and usually helped the guards to earn a few pennies to live on.
With the guards there, the Dilu people did not dare to come and snatch sheep and people.
Although the life is simple, as a criminal sent here, he can barely survive this day.
But four years ago, the Xuanwei Army was stationed here.
Those military masters complained about the hard life here and began to take pleasure in torturing the military households.
Women in military households are their playthings, and men are slaves. They can be beaten and scolded as they please.
If anyone dares to resist, he will find a way to escape and behead him directly.
When the Dilu people came up just now, these Xuanwei troops forced the military households into battle, and they themselves wanted to escape.
As a result, the military households directly opened the fort to let the Dilu people in, and all the Xuanwei troops stationed here were beheaded.
Zhao Tinglei and Zhao Yanjiao probably did not expect such a situation to occur.
He felt that no matter how weak the Xuanwei Army was, they could still hold out for three days.
Three days are enough for the rescue team to arrive.
Attack from inside and outside, encircle from above and below, and the Dilu people driven over by the third brother will be caught.
In this way, the Xuanwei Army and the Di tribe's strength can be consumed at the minimum cost.
However, he never expected that it would end like this.
I am afraid that even these Dilu people themselves did not expect such good luck.
Even though they had repelled an attack by the Xuanwei Army at Pingliang Fort, they still could not believe that they, who had been running for their lives in the grassland two days ago, could easily capture a Wu Dynasty garrison.
There will be fire roasting, meat to eat, and women to play with, all of which were given to me by the people of the Wu Dynasty.
Apart from joy, there is also hatred, fear and anxiety.
My group of people are running for their lives. Hiding here is not a long-term solution. They must also find a way to return to the grassland to find their tribe and family.
It was a morning five days ago, with snow foam falling in the sky, and the cattle had not yet been put out of the market on the winter pasture in Pingchang.
There was smoke from the tent, the milking women were busy walking among the cows, and the children were busy picking up cow dung. Everything was normal.
However, when a team of only ten cavalrymen, wrapped in white cloaks from head to toe, appeared on the gentle slope outside the camp, the tranquility was completely broken.
Due to various reasons, frictions of one kind or another often occur between different parts of the grassland.
There are also big wars, so each tribe's camping area is very wary of people appearing around them.
The wolves on the grassland are a threat to cattle and sheep, but the most terrifying threat to humans is humans, especially strangers who appear like this.
The hostility is written on his face.
The women screamed and corralled the cattle and sheep together, pulling the running children close to them to avoid being trampled by the frightened cattle.
The men shouted, found their horses, picked up their scimitars, bows and arrows, and prepared to face the enemy.
The shepherd dogs barked wildly, causing the cattle to run wildly.
The Pingchang tribe is only a small tribe of about a hundred people. Excluding women, children and the elderly, there are only more than 30 men who can mount a horse.
Since the opponent only has ten cavalry, the Pyeongchang tribe has a great chance of winning.
Faced with the panic of the Pingchang tribe, the unfamiliar white cavalry did not take advantage of the chaos to attack.
Instead, under the leadership of a young man wearing turquoise earrings, they stood motionless on the top of the slope, waiting for the end of the opponent's rectification.
In just a dozen breaths, a dozen horses ran out of the chaos. These were soldiers from the Pingchang tribe.
Running through the snowflakes amid the shouts, they had to use their horses to rush up the gentle slope to meet the enemy before they approached.
The rapid hooves of the horses caused the withered grass to fly. The men of the Pyeongchang tribe shouted and cursed loudly, and the sharp scimitars they wielded were chopping in the air, making a permeating sound.
The horses of the white knights also moved and started slowly.
In a few breaths, they were within range of each other's arrows.
The people from the Pingchang tribe took the lead in shooting arrows. Although they were within range, the arrows did not have much power. They only made a clanking sound when they hit the white knight and fell to the ground.
After another breath, the leading young man shouted: "Fire the arrow", and the knight following him drew his bow.
Ten people fired arrows at the same time, and there was only a dull "buzz" sound from the bowstring. The ten arrows hit the knight from Pingchang who was rushing forward like a heavy rain accurately.
At this moment, the strongest warrior in the Pingchang tribe was instantly stabbed into the shape of a hedgehog, and his entire body was carried backward by the force of the arrow rain, slamming into the following horses. The people behind him were suddenly turned upside down.
The horse that lost its master neighed and ran away, then looked back.
As for the Pingchang troops, before those who had fallen off their horses could stand up, the white knights' fast horses had already caught up to them, and what greeted them was the scimitar coming towards them.
These white knights move in unison, as if the ten of them are the same person, and no one can stop them wherever they go.
The entire camp suddenly erupted with screams and cries, blood splattered everywhere, and injured people staggered and ran around.
In just one round, the enemy only came to ten people, and the Pingchang tribe was defeated.
There were seven or eight corpses lying on the ground. In a panic, the dozen or so people who were not injured did not dare to fight anymore, so they fled the camp on horseback and quickly disappeared on the vast grassland.
At this moment, several more white knights came out from behind the gentle slope and followed them silently.
Without the protection of men, the old men, women and children of the Pingchang tribe gathered together and looked at these cavalrymen with masks on their faces in horror.
Someone from the white cavalry rode over: "Let your leader come out!"
In the crowd, a wrinkled old man walked out, stroked his chest and saluted: "I am..."
"Zakamu!"
The knight raised his hand to take 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 remember the Uda tribe?"
"Ouda tribe!"
Zakamu's face instantly turned pale.
It was as if he heard some ridiculous name, and a strange expression appeared on his wrinkled face: "The Wuda tribe has long been gone. They were the wolf dogs of the Wu Dynasty, and the Dilu Grassland cannot tolerate them."
"No, they are back. Today they are here to recover their blood debt." Zhao Tingduo raised his bow and arrow, "Don't you want to say something?"
"No, no, no, you can't do this. I wasn't willing to help back then, so I can't do this."
Seeing the bow and arrow, Zakamu, who had been trying to keep his composure just now, knelt on the ground and begged Zhao Tingduo, "I also want to help, but Abli doesn't allow me... ah!"
Before he finished speaking, the arrow in Zhao Tingduo's hand had already flown out and penetrated directly into Zakamu's chest.
Zakamu fell to the ground like a stake, his eyes staring blankly at the sky, his lips squirming, and a large mouthful of blood poured out of his mouth, drowning his last words.
Zhao Tingduo looked at him coldly. Twenty years had passed. This man had used sweet words to deceive the Uda tribe into trusting him, and now he still wanted to use deceitful words to deceive people.
Back then, it was this Zakamu who gave Abli a plan to annex the Uda tribe in the name of marrying Uyal.
It was also because he revealed his whereabouts that the leader of Uda ordered his grandfather to ambush him in the middle of the road, causing him to be seriously injured and killed.