There is also one dissatisfied person, the world is so fair.
Sikong was half-slumped in the commander's seat in the tent, glancing down at the Blood Wolf Army general with a guilty expression with cold eyes.
"What's the loss?" Sikong was silent for a while and looked at a Blood Wolf Army general.
"All the grain and grass were lost. The fire was very strange. We used water to extinguish the fire, but it became more and more prosperous. We had to isolate the grain and grass warehouse and let it burn up. A total of 560 people were trampled and assassinated.
Four hundred of them were from the slave army, and 720 horses were lost." The blood wolf general raised his head and replied calmly in prairie dialect.
"Okay, okay." Sikong sneered. His laughter touched the wound, and he suddenly coughed. The generals of the Blood Wolf Army did not dare to move. They knew their commander. At this time, if there was any mistake, their heads would definitely be hung on their heads.
On the blood wolf flag raised high above the main tent.
"Why are there so many horses lost?" Sikong frowned. The loss of 360 elite war horses far exceeded expectations. It was obviously just arson and assassination. Even if the chaos was stopped, such a large number of horses was lost.
War horse.
"The slaves of the Wild Pigeon Department drank too much at night." The general of the Blood Wolf Army also looked livid.
"Alcoholism." Sikong immediately smiled, but the generals of the Blood Wolf Army were covered in cold sweat. They all knew that once Sikong smiled, it meant he was in a bad mood and wanted to kill someone.
"Who will lead the Wild Pigeon Division?" Sikong scanned the other generals and finally placed his head on a burly one-eyed dragon barbarian general with a sword wound on his face.
The general immediately knelt down and kowtowed.
"As a general, if you allow your slaves to drink alcohol, where does my blood wolf army's military regulations lie? Morhan, when I rescued you from the horse thieves in the grassland, it has been eight years since you came from a grassland.
A herdsman, he suddenly became the great chief of a golden family with numerous wives, concubines, and tribes of cattle and sheep. Come here, drag him out, lift his helmet, reward him with this whip, and then take this grassland
Throw the dead dog into the barracks. From now on, just be a soldier." Sikong took the riding whip and gave the general a hard blow. He was seriously injured, but his skills were still there, and the whip was fierce.
Leaving a wound on Mohan's body showed that he was obviously very angry.
Two Blood Wolf Army soldiers entered the tent and dragged Mohan out. They first whipped them with a whip until the whip broke. This was the rule in the Sikong Camp.
"Su Mu'er, I want to see the heads of the Wild Pigeon Division hanging on all the tent flags tonight." After that, Sikong's eyes focused on another general, this tough man wearing blood-colored wolf-head armor.
The fierce general received the military order, turned around and left the tent.
A cold autumn wind hit, and everyone felt a complete chill. All the generals present knew that after tonight, there would be no such tribe as the Wild Pigeon tribe, and everyone would have their heads hung on the flags.
After that, after Sikong dispersed the Blood Wolf Army generals, he sat alone in the main tent and meditated. He pointed with his finger at the position of his head. When Su Yin left, he put the precise weapon on his head.
s position.
He gestured to Su Yin's usual shooting posture.
"What kind of woman are you?" He murmured to himself.