As the night recedes, the night of wind and fire, blood and iron also comes to an end.

The camp had been completely burned down, but a large number of Qiang people were buried with it.

Of course, there are also those sword and shield bearers and spearmen at Watergate...

Although the victory is a big victory, the loss is still not small.

What kind of battle loss ratio can satisfy people?

Perhaps to the commander-in-chief, it was just a numerical value, but to these sword-and-shielders and spearmen who fell on the banks of the Qingni River, it was the entire value of their lives.

In fact, the number of men and horses brought by Fei Qian was far less than it seemed at night.

Holding torches with both hands, walking side by side, with the roaring flames of the camp and the beating of drums, the Qiang people led by Ma Chao were at a loss. In addition, Ma Chao happened to be trapped in the camp. In order to rescue Ma Chao, Ma Tie and Pang De both

They were frantically trying to find a way out, and there was no time to organize and restrain the troops. Therefore, the subconscious instinct of these Qiang people to escape from danger took over. They didn't even bother to take a look. They only knew how to look around.

Escape.

Fei Qian and Xu Huang had previously discussed three plans. Although the plans were different, one thing was the same. Once the camp was on fire, Fei Qian would definitely send suspicious soldiers to intimidate Ma Chao.

If Ma Chao fell into the trap, it would be the last straw for Ma Chao's subordinates. On the other hand, if Xu Huang was tight and the camp fell, it would also disperse the strength of Ma Chao's troops and buy Xu Huang more time to cross the river.

Therefore, the timing of setting off the fire was completely controlled by Xu Huang. In order to let more Qiang people fall into the camp, Xu Huang chose not to give the order until the last moment.

There are benefits, of course. When Fei Qian came up with suspicious soldiers all over the mountains and plains, almost half of the Qiang soldiers fell into the camp, and the rest naturally had no desire to resist and fight. This time, the attack led by Ma Chao

It was a complete failure.

What are the disadvantages...

Looking at the piles of corpses at the water gate, and looking at Xu Huang with a smoky make-up, you can tell.

Green smoke curls up.

The smell of burnt meat permeated the battlefield.

The big-headed soldier who usually couldn't move when he saw the broth was now frowning tightly.

Fei Qian couldn't remember how many times he had seen a human body burned by fire.

Water occupies a large part of the human body, and if people who were burned to coke in the fire scene, if they had not seen it with their own eyes, they might not believe that they would shrink so small, just like those who were burned to death.

A monkey, not a person.

Faced with such a situation, no matter how disgusted the soldiers were, they were still carefully checking it.

"General! Lieutenant!" Suddenly a soldier rushed toward Fei, waving his hands and shouting loudly, "Here, there is a spear here, it seems a little different..."

It's really different.

An ordinary spear is actually just an iron tip, nailed to a wooden handle, and is considered a piece of standard equipment. It is the cheapest and most widely available, and is also the one with the largest sales among the Feiqian caravans.

Weapon.

The spear in front of me, with its short blade-like tip, was obviously completely different from an ordinary spear.

"It's Fubo Ma's spear!" Xu Huang had fought against Ma Chao, so he was naturally familiar with this spear.

Fei Qian also recognized the appearance of this spear, because Ma Yan and Ma Yue also used spears in this form, but...

Is the charred corpse next to the spear really Ma Chao?

The carbonized limbs are twisted, and with a slight touch, the remaining black pieces of meat will fall off, revealing the white bones, just like chickens and ducks that have been stewed in a pot for three or four hours.

The bones will fall apart at the slightest touch, and sometimes you can even see the steam of pink meat under the carbonized shell.

"Check to see if there is a gold seal or a jade seal," Fei Qian pointed to the dark corpse on the side of the spear and said, "or maybe it is something valuable..."

The soldier who discovered the spear immediately began to look through it with great interest, without feeling any disgust at all. Perhaps to him, this dark, charred corpse was actually just like the charred corpse inside.

Almost like chicken or duck.

What's more, if he was really a big shot, even though he was not the one who killed him, the reward would definitely be indispensable...

The soldier reached out and touched the charred corpse, and accidentally punctured the belly of the corpse. For a moment, it was like a newly roasted beggar's chicken falling to the ground. The mud seal was broken, and the roasted internal organs were all exposed.

It was steaming and all rolled out...

The soldiers seemed not to be seen, but they were searching the intestines, liver and stomach, which were still a little warm.

"No need to search..." Fei Qian frowned and said, "...this...isn't it."

Even if the gold and silver jewelry would melt and deform in the fire, this corpse, which was covered in body and had no valuables in the vicinity, was definitely not a big shot, maybe just a guard holding a spear for Ma Chao.

Only the spear was seen, but no body was seen, which means that Ma Chao probably did not die in the flames.

This lucky guy.

Xu Huang on the side couldn't help but show a disappointed look on his face. If Ma Chao was trapped in the camp, Xu Yu's death would be more valuable, but now...

Fei Qian patted Xu Huang on the shoulder and said: "It doesn't matter. Even if Ma Mengqi hid this time, he won't be able to hide next time... What's more, he even threw away his own weapon... This shows how embarrassed he was at that time.

…”

"Junhou..." Xu Huang stared at this special spear, silent for a moment, and then seemed to say to Fei Qian, to himself, or to someone, "... a certain

You have to kill this beast with your own hands!"

Fei Qian glanced at Xu Huang and uttered a voice that was unclear whether it was a sigh or an agreement: "Well... Gongming, what are your suggestions for the current strategy?"

Perhaps sensing that something was wrong with his mood, Xu Huang quickly gathered his thoughts, raised his hands and said: "Your Majesty, although the Ma family is defeated at the moment, there are many thieves in Xiliang, so we should not rush in. In accordance with the opinions of my subordinates, I will borrow the opportunity to

With the power of this battle, and a few more war horses, we can go down the river by land and water, join the Yangping reinforcements, and then make a decision..."

"Good. That's it..." Fei Qian nodded and looked at the captured war horses outside the wreckage of the camp. His heart suddenly moved. After thinking for a moment, he suddenly smiled and said, "Send some war horses to the king's nest."

...Even if it's just a friendly gesture..."

…………………………

"Goodwill?"

"What did General Zhengxi say?"

"Giving it to you for free? No requirements at all?"

In the Di people's village, Wang Hu, a Di person, was sitting in the lobby, feeling a little confused.

The King of Di Ren, Nest, wears a tiger skin robe, revealing two muscular arms with some unknown tattoos. He has a beard and a ring of hair in the middle of his huge head.

, all of them were clean shaven, and their bodies were extremely strong, with big shoulders and round waists, and they were extremely tough.

The spacious throne can basically accommodate two ordinary people, but it still feels a bit cramped for the King of Diren to sit alone.

It seemed that this was the first time that Diren Wang Ke had encountered such a situation. He couldn't help scratching the tuft of hair on the top of his head, but he couldn't think of any solution.

Although the Di people are good at mountain warfare, it does not mean that the Di people look down on war horses and do not recognize the value of war horses. You must know that the war horses of the Han Dynasty are roughly the same value as the cars of later generations. Not only are they expensive to purchase

, and the follow-up maintenance fees are also not small, so whether it is for Di people or other personnel, the hundred war horses sent by General Zhengxi this time are indeed a big deal...

…

The Di and Qiang people also have many contacts, and I have heard that among the Qiang people, there is now an expensive "sweater" spread from Bingbei, which is said to be made from the wool of dozens, or even hundreds, of heads.

Woven...

To Wang Hu, it was simply a waste of money!

The skin of a sheep can be used to make clothes, people can eat the meat and drink soup, and even the bones can be taken to feed dogs. Yet these guys actually exchanged dozens or even hundreds of sheep for what kind of "sweaters"?

What is this if not a prodigal?

Then the source of the Qiang people's ruin was the expedition to the west.

Then this general who conquered the West actually sent a hundred war horses without any request?

Is this General Zhengxi really trying to show his goodwill?

Or have any other ideas?

Diren Wang Ke scratched a bunch of hair on his head, as if he wanted to make the hair disappear...

"Your Majesty, this war horse..."

"Hey! Come on, let me go take a look..." Diren Wang Hu stood up and started to walk out. Since he still couldn't figure it out after thinking about it for a long time, he simply didn't think about it. There was no way he wouldn't eat the meat that was brought to his mouth.

It makes sense, not to mention that even if your own tribe doesn’t use it, you can still make a lot of profit by selling it!

"Ah, Your Majesty, no... You can't go..." The Lord of the Fifth Clan in Di Rennei, who was handling affairs on the side, quickly stopped him and said, "My Majesty, have you forgotten... You are still sick..."

"I'm fine, how could I..." Diren Wang Huo said halfway before he realized, "...Ah, yes, I'm sick and I don't see outsiders... This... um..."

"Hi! Take it! Take it!" King Diren walked around the lobby twice, clapped his hands and said, "Well, I told General Zhengxi's envoy that I thanked Zhengxi for his kindness, but his body has not recovered yet.

He’s missing! By the way, it’s somewhat of a courtesy to bring him two baskets of good dried meat..."

"By the way, my subordinate mentioned some time ago that some of the tools and equipment in the village were damaged and can no longer be used. This batch of war horses just happened to come. Take a few to replace them with new tools..." King Diren

He returned to the throne, sat down, and said with some emotion, "Don't tell me, General Zhengxi, this 'friendly' person, is really... ugh, a rich man... tsk tsk..."

"Who says it's not the case? The Han people are indeed much richer than us..." Lord Neiwu of the Di people said with a smile, "...it is impossible to say that these hundred war horses are precious to us, but to the general who conquered the west,

But it’s not a rare thing…”
To be continued...