When that boy was still in Jincheng, he not only made the girl who was loved by everyone happy, he also sent some of the girl's favorite things to the Zhang Mansion from time to time.
After going to Hanzhong, he even gave Siniang a share of the pasture.
When the weather got cold, I gave Siniang several more woolen clothes.
In this Jincheng City, even the queens involved in textile workshops don't get this treatment.
When Zhuge Liang thought of this, his face suddenly became cloudy and clear.
"thumping!"
A barbarian was knocked to the ground by a spear.
The foreigner held the gun tightly with both hands. He did not look at the owner of the gun, but stared behind him.
The owner of the spear was none other than Zhao Guang. He was wearing white armor and riding a tall white horse. He was exactly what his master Zhao Yun was wearing when he was fighting.
Zhao Guang didn't care at all about the fierce look in the Qiang man's eyes. With a flick of his wrist, and with a little force, he shook off the Hu man's hands and pulled out the spear.
The barbarian's chest spurted out blood arrows, he fell to the ground, opened his mouth, and his throat was still whistling. He seemed unwilling to die, and his eyes were wide open.
Behind Zhao Guang, a young man in his twenties got off his horse, walked to the barbarian, knelt down, and grinned: "Azhaxi, you have today too."
The Qiang man who was called Azhaxi looked at the young general with vicious eyes and said with difficulty: "Yang Wanwan, you... you brought... the Han people... to kill your own people, you are not afraid of... the mountain gods and sheep.
God, do you curse you?"
Yang Qianwan laughed, with a cold smile on his face. He ignored the sporadic killing sounds around him and sat on the ground, looking down at the dying Hu man.
"Back then, my family followed the orders of General Shenweitian and raised troops to rebel against Cao Cao. Unexpectedly, you plotted against Cao Cao from behind. The tribe was almost completely wiped out. Myself and I had no choice but to defect to General Shenweitian in Hanzhong. Over the years, we have always
Constantly wanting revenge."
Having said this, Yang Qianwan gritted his teeth and said: "The destruction of your tribe today is the curse of the Mountain God and the Goat God! Back then, the men of my tribe were slaughtered like animals, and the women were humiliated to death.
I don’t know how many there are!”
As he spoke, Yang Wanwan's face began to twist, and the look in his eyes was even more vicious than the barbarians below him: "Back then, I watched those people die in front of me, but there was nothing I could do about it.
Day and night, I have been cursing you to a bad death."
"Unexpectedly, the mountain god and goat god finally appeared!"
Yang Qianwan laughed nervously, "My tribe is gone, and from now on, I will also make your tribe disappear from this world!"
After finishing speaking, Yang Wanwan strangled the Hu man's neck with both hands, his eyes were blood red, and he shouted in a low voice: "Go to hell!"
Zhao Guang was not interested in hearing these grievances. When he saw Yang Wanwan dismounting, he had already turned around and left. Seeing that there were strong men of the tribe resisting not far away, he lightly knocked the horse's belly and rushed over...
This is a relatively large Hu tribe, but facing the Han soldiers who look like wolves and tigers, there is nothing they can do.
As for the Han soldiers, they had no choice but to be like wolves and tigers. Not only did they have to be like wolves and tigers, they also had to risk their lives.
No matter who stands in front of them, even if it is God, they will just cut it with a knife!
A single sheep can produce at least three or four kilograms of wool, and together with the tens of thousands of sheep in this tribe, it is enough to make the soldiers furious.
I heard from the brigade commanders and captains that you can make money by shearing wool!
Guawazi came from Jincheng, and they harvested as much wool as they could, and we will calculate it together after the war. In winter, we will give woolen cloth according to the amount of wool!
This is good stuff!
Last winter, many people saw the brigade marshals wearing woolen coats, and I heard that they kept them warm.
If I harvest enough money this year, I might as well enjoy the treatment of a brigade marshal.
The wool is great, the wool is strong, and the wool is croaking!
The barbarians have white wool, I have a big horizontal sword...
After harvesting, I felt comfortable looking at the piles of white wool.
Then look at the frightened looks in the Hu people's tent from time to time. I couldn't hold it back when I was anxious. I grabbed a Hu people woman and pushed her directly onto the pile of wool.
Suddenly a voice shouted, "I'm going to die! Are you so impatient?"
At the same time, he was kicked hard in the butt, knocking him off the bitch's body.
"Chang Qu, now that you've finished this work, why don't you let the brothers relax for a while?"
The soldier who was kicked over smiled in apology, not caring about the indecent image on his crotch, and asked.
"Do you mean to relax on this wool?"
The song leader pointed at the wool and shouted: "This is a treasure! Whether brothers can wear good things in winter depends on it. If you want to do it, just get out of it! No one will stop you, don't get it dirty.
Got this wool.”
The soldier looked at the wool and thought, "Isn't this wool dirtier than your own body? How could it be dirtier?"
At that moment, he didn't dare to refute anymore. He just asked Hu Nu, found an empty tent, and got in.
"Has everything been arranged?"
Zhao Guang and Wang Xun sat far away on a hillock and did not participate in what was going on below.
"It's been arranged. Sentries are posted around here, so we can be informed of any trouble as soon as possible."
Jiang Shu, who was standing behind him, quickly replied.
Zhao Guang nodded, glanced at the situation below, pointed at the soldiers who looked like wolves that had entered the flock of sheep, and said, "Tell them to restrain themselves. Those women will be of great use in the future."
After receiving his brother's letter the day before yesterday, Zhao Guang also knew that there was a shortage of labor in Hanzhong, and he was afraid that his brothers would not be able to share enough strength.
But this Hu girl, after all, only her brother can use them, so she must watch them carefully.
Yang Wanwan, who was standing on the other side, smiled after hearing this, and said: "Don't worry, General Zhao, the Hu people don't have as many etiquettes as the Han people? There are so many people who only know their mothers but not their fathers. Besides, there are so many people who only know their mothers and not their fathers.
Yes, this Hu girl has good bones and cannot be damaged."
Zhao Guang's face twitched and he glanced at Yang Wanwan, only to see his eyes looking down with excitement, as if the more exciting the scene below, the happier he would be.
At the same time, I was thinking in my heart, my brother once said when he was training those barbarians in Nanzheng that our own people would be much more ruthless than their enemies when they attack our own people. This statement is indeed true.
Isn't the Yang Wanwan in front of him a typical figure who wants all the barbarians to die?
In fact, Yang Wan Wan was considered the young patriarch of the Baima area before. His father-in-law was named Yang Ju, and he was the Di King at that time.
Back then, my uncle raised an army against Cao Cao in Liangzhou, and Di kings Yang Ju and A Gui responded and forced Xia Houyuan to retreat.
But within a few years, Xia Houyuan once again led troops to ping Liangzhou, and Agui was overthrown. Yang Ju and his son Yang Wanwan were defeated and had to escape and join their uncle in Shu.
Later, their uncle passed away, and their father and son followed their uncle to guard Yang'an Pass.
At that time, their father and son were almost wiped out. In addition to being unable to resist the Cao thieves, there was also the reason why their original allies, the Hu people, stabbed them in the back.
Therefore, when Yang Wanwan, a young man, heard that he was going to use troops against the barbarians west of Yang'an Pass, he immediately cut his face with a dagger and swore that he would follow him.
Looking at him now, I'm afraid he really hates those barbarians who betrayed their father and son back then.
