Looking at the two flags on the slope in the distance, Udamuqi felt a little bitter.
Although he had ordered the entire tribe to move westward three days ago, just three days was not enough for the entire Wuxu tribe to prepare for the move.
His hand holding a railing tightened subconsciously, and his heartbeat gradually accelerated.
He couldn't help but think wildly: If the Wei general Sima An ordered more than 50,000 cavalry to attack his Wuxu tribe, then the Wuxu tribe, a grassland tribe that has been inherited for hundreds of years, would probably be destroyed.
"No, no way... the cavalry of the Wei army is scattered, Sima An should not be able to gather the more than 50,000 cavalry so quickly..."
After taking a deep breath, Udamuzi comforted himself secretly and forced himself to calm down.
At this time, the Yanjiao Army cavalry sent out to patrol also came back with news: there were only about a thousand Wei cavalry under the slope in the distance. In addition, there were also some cavalry about ten miles away.
There are about 5,000 cavalrymen driving a very large flock of sheep, slowly coming here. As for the other cavalrymen, there is no news yet.
"You bastard! The enemy cavalry were all outside the tribe before the news was sent back!"
Udamuqi glared at the few Flaming Horn Cavalry who came to report the news, but did not punish them verbally.
After all, he also understood that the Yanjiao Army was a cavalry force, but the opposite Wei generals Sima An and Boxi Le were also cavalry. When they were both cavalry, how could they expect the Yanjiao Army's patrol sentry cavalry, time after time?
Can the news be sent back in advance?
"There are only more than a thousand riders..."
Next to Udamuzi, Alhatu became energetic after hearing this, and discussed with the former: "I will take the Flame Horn Army to kill them and drive them away."
After hearing this, Udamuzi immediately grabbed Alhatu's sleeve, shook his head and said, "It makes no sense."
Normally at this time, Udamuzi would probably ridicule Alhatu for being foolhardy, but at this moment, he patiently explained: "You have four legs, and the opponent also has four legs. If you can't beat him, the opponent can retreat. Can't you?"
Can you keep chasing?...Don't forget, Sima An has more than 50,000 cavalry in his hands, but these cavalry are currently scattered in various places and have not gathered yet."
Even though Alhatu is a well-known warrior in the Wusu tribe, when he heard "50,000 cavalry", he felt a little numb. After all, even if he claimed to be brave, he could not lead only a few thousand cavalry.
The Yanjiao Army defeated the more than 50,000 cavalry led by Sima An, right?
If he could really do it, then what tribe would they, the Wuxu Tribe, move to?
"Then what should we do? Just let Sima An stand there and watch?" Alhatu asked with a frown.
Upon hearing this, Udamuqi glanced at the distant slope and said calmly: "Look at him, let's withdraw... Our Wuxu tribe is different from those small tribes that were destroyed by Sima An. As long as Sima An is short,
If he can't summon the cavalry under his command at that time, he won't be able to pose much of a threat to us..."
After saying that, he turned around and ordered: "Let the Yanjiao Army monitor Sima An's every move, and the rest of the people should speed up their migration."
"yes!"
In just a moment, the news that "Wei Jun has arrived at Lu's" spread throughout the Wuxu tribe. The tribesmen were frightened. In order to speed up, they had to move some less important or larger items.
give up.
Some tribal women simply gave up all their wealth and fled westward with their elders and children.
As for the men in the tribe, they voluntarily stayed for the sake of their wives, children, and children, hoping to stop the Wei army as much as possible.
Whether it was the chaos within the Wusu tribe or the women fleeing westward with their old men and children, Sima An and Bosile watched them all.
"Send a team of cavalry to intercept and delay the opponent?" Bosile asked Sima An.
It’s not because he is greedy for credit, he is just reluctant to let go of the young women of the Wuxu tribe. After all, for any tribe that desires to grow, fertile young women are as important wealth or resources as sheep.
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Sima An didn't turn around and said calmly: "Forget it, you may not be able to come back."
After hearing this, Bosile glanced at the Yanjiao Army cavalry who were waiting solemnly outside the Wusu tribe in the distance. After weighing the interests, he could only give up the plan to capture the women who escaped.
The tribe's only army is not weaker than the Jie tribe's army. If one's own troops are far smaller than the opponent's, if they attack rashly, they may suffer a meaningless defeat.
"It seems we can only wait here for the rest of the cavalry..."
Bosile thought with some regret.
That day, as dusk approached, Sima An retreated with his cavalry.
At night, he and Bosile tried to lead the cavalry to attack the Wuxu tribe at night. After all, in order to relocate the tribe as quickly as possible, the Wuxu tribe had people evacuate day and night, so that the entire tribe was brightly lit.
Unfortunately, the Yanjiao Army's vigilance was watertight. After the cavalry led by Sima An and Bosile came into contact with each other, they had a small fight, which seemed to be evenly matched.
Therefore, after roughly understanding the strength of the Yanjiao Army, Sima An decisively withdrew his troops.
In fact, to be honest, Sima An didn't need to be so cautious. He could have let the Northern Sichuan cavalry, no, it should be the Jiejiao Army, let this foreign cavalry continue to attack, regardless of casualties.
Anyway, no matter how many casualties the Jijiao cavalry suffered, he would not feel bad.
However, out of the qualities that a coach should possess, Sima An did not want his Jiejiao cavalry to make unnecessary sacrifices. Although he would not care no matter how many Jiejiao cavalry were killed or injured, no matter what, these Jiejiao soldiers
The cavalry are currently his soldiers.
You must be responsible for the soldiers under your command. This was the principle pursued by the Sima clan of Tianmen Pass and even the vast majority of the martial arts families in Wei.
The next day, when Sima An and Bosile returned to the slope to monitor the movements of the Wusu tribe, they found that almost all the women and children of the Wusu tribe had evacuated, and most of the ones who remained were Wusu tribesmen.
The men of the Xu tribe, including the Flame Horn Army and slaves.
"I finally caught up..."
When he learned that almost all the women and children in the tribe had evacuated, Udamuqi breathed a sigh of relief.
Immediately, he said to the leaders around him: "Okay, let's withdraw too."
The leaders nodded.
During this period, one of the leaders may have said, "What should we do if the Wei army pursues us?"
Udamuzi heard this and said calmly: "Let the slave stay as a queen!"
The faces of the leaders changed slightly when they heard this.
Letting the slaves stay behind is equivalent to letting these slaves die. After all, once the cavalry led by Wei general Sima An gathers together, although there are tens of thousands of slaves in the Wuxu tribe, they cannot stop the 50,000 Wei cavalry at all.
, let alone 50,000, as long as 5,000 cavalry are needed, these slaves can be killed without leaving a trace behind.
Seeing the expressions of the leaders, Udamuzi lowered his voice and said: "Slaves, you can catch them at any time."
After listening to Udamuzi's words, the leaders still looked pained.
It is true that slaves can be captured at any time, but slaves captured may not all be obedient and obedient. This requires time and manpower to tame them.
As for the tens of thousands of slaves in the Wusu tribe, more than half are already tamed slaves. Such obedient and obedient slaves are a valuable asset to any tribe.
No wonder these leaders had expressions of pain on their faces.
But in the end, these leaders agreed to Udamuzi's suggestion. After all, no matter how precious slaves were, they were not as valuable as their lives, one ten thousandth of the lives of their wives and children.
"Withdraw."
Following Udamuzi's order, thousands of men from the Wusu tribe and thousands of Flaming Horn cavalry gradually evacuated westward, leaving only the tens of thousands of slaves ruthlessly left behind.
Seeing this scene from a distance, Sima An was very surprised, because he found that after the men of the Wusu tribe evacuated and fled one after another, the slaves of the tribe were still carrying bone knives and wooden guns to act as guards.
"Are these people slaves? Why don't they take the opportunity to escape?" Sima An asked incomprehensibly.
In his impression, since they were slaves, they should try their best to escape. Could it be that the Wusu tribe was so kind to these slaves that they were willing to die for them? It didn't look like it.
After hearing Sima An's inquiry, Bosile explained: "These slaves must have been tamed by the Wuxu tribe for some years... In Sanchuan, we have a set of methods specifically used to tame slaves, unless they have extremely strong willpower.
A strong person, otherwise, in three months to half a year, the slave can be made to obey orders..."
"Oh?" Sima An raised his eyebrows and was about to ask when he suddenly saw some commotion in the huge slave team in the distance. It seemed that some slaves wanted to take the opportunity to escape, but were killed by the rest of the slaves.
"Didn't you say these slaves won't escape?" Sima An asked curiously.
Bosile explained: "Tamed slaves will naturally not escape, but not all of those slaves have been tamed by the Wusu tribe. There will always be some slaves who are strong-willed or have not yet been tamed..."
Having said this, he said to Sima An: "Let our Jiejiao army attack. Within a quarter of an hour, we can kill the slaves in the rear."
"No need." Sima An squinted his eyes and stared at the slaves in the distance, and said calmly: "Although I don't care about the casualties of your Jijiao Army, since you are under my command now, I will be responsible for your lives...
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Bosile was slightly stunned and looked at Sima An in surprise.
He really didn't expect that this murderous and cruel Wei general would actually be such a principle-oriented general.
Shaking his head, Bosile chuckled and said: "Compared to the minor losses, we are more eager to catch those escaped black-bearded women..."
It has to be said that this is the difference in values caused by cultural differences.
"Don't worry, they can't escape." Zhao Hongrun said lightly, and ordered: "Come here, bring five hundred sheep over and give them to those slaves..."
The cavalry on the left and right left as instructed, but Bosile showed some doubts on his face and asked: "What are you doing leading a sheep?"
Sima An did not answer, but pointed to the front and said to Bosile: "Send someone to shout to them and tell them that whoever wants a sheep can come forward and take it away."
"No more?"
After waiting for a long time and still not hearing anything, Bosile looked shocked.
"Go ahead."
Sima An gave instructions calmly, and at the same time, his eyes looked at the Wusu tribe members who were evacuating.
That look was like a cat playing with a mouse, full of contempt and teasing.