Wang Hou knew that most of the generals defeated by the nomadic peoples of this era were not defeated, but were annoyed by them!

Before I knew it, the Qingzhou army accompanied these nomadic militias for a day in the heavy snow.

He was not at a loss. Although the thirty heavy infantry in front were shot like the target, he was still not dead even if he was shot. His eyes were itchy and painful. Instead, these nomadic cavalry were knocked down by more than a hundred times.

The feet were so cold that they were scratching their feet, and it was really boring to fight. Wang Hou even ordered the heavy infantry to launch two charges to warm up. Seeing the heavy infantry holding the arrows on their bodies, they rushed forward slowly with their long spears. The Wuhuan cavalry who were shooting arrows back and forth were so scared that they ran away without even shooting the arrows. The cowardly made the Qingzhou army laugh, which was a bit of the atmosphere on the battlefield.

It cannot be said that these Wuhuan people are not so unbearable. Just like Pu Songling's writing, a wolf sleeps in front and a wolf burrows behind, Wang Hou didn't pay attention. At some point, more than one hundred Wuhuan cavalry actually came from behind, and with a hard time, he ran towards Wang Hou's ass with a whip, which scared Wang Hou so much that he shivered.

But they lacked some practice. There was Wang Hou's crossbowman underneath, but there was no one on the top? Behind them, more than three hundred crossbowmen who had long seen boring arrows together, and a small crossbowman shot him crying and calling for his mother. More than one hundred people shot down more than half of them. Wherever the remaining big ones came from and went back, leaving only a dead horse with grinning teeth on the ground.

However, the war went like this, and these Wuhuan nomads still did not leave. Later, they stopped shooting arrows and squatted there more than a hundred meters away, staring at Wang Hou with big eyes.

After a day of wind, the snow was clear in the afternoon. However, when the sun set, the weather began to cool down slowly. Looking at the sunset, the old face turned red and the group of small eyes and big beards were sneezing again. Wang Hou simply waved in disappointment.

"Transfer the order, withdraw the troops!"

"Let these people squat down by themselves!"

"State Governor!"

Wang Hou had just turned around, but a report suddenly sounded behind him. He turned around in surprise, but Zhuge Fugui pointed at his feet, without the awareness of this guy, and reported strangely.

"Zhou Mu, this guy is not dead. Do you want to kill him?"

Not to mention, there was a hole in his legs, and it was frozen in the snow for a whole day. He was carrying an axe and rushing forward like a big fool, but the animal more than two meters high was not frozen to death. He was holding his thighs in the snow and shivering, which made Wang Hou's eyes widen in surprise.

"Never died yet?"

"Then take it back, take it back, take all the living people, and ask where these guys came from!"

"I will obey the order!"

I regretted talking too much, and resisted this deadly big man on my shoulder. Zhuge Fuguier sadly helped him back. The other heavy infantry kicked him around and kicked him back with anger. Seeing Wang Houjun retreating to the village, the Wuhuan army on the opposite side couldn't help but try and wanted to run forward, but after hesitating for a while, hesitating, he still squatted in place and did not dare to move.

The weird grassland war on this day finally came to an end.

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When he returned to the village, Wang Hou had just started to make trouble. No matter how big the severe infantry had broken his mouth, he was all concentrated in a large tent, stripped off all his clothes and armor, and was roasting naked and waiting for fire.

However, the ones who rewarded them were not the delicate Japanese or Qingzhou girls, but the few eternal fire doctors with only skin and bones left, each carrying a big gourd with a red letter in the hand.

When I opened the gourd, a rich aroma of wine suddenly floated out, and the saliva of the heavy infantry animals could not help but flow down. However, in just a moment, waves of grinning sounds came out of the tent.

These were distilled twice, probably at a height of over 70 degrees. They were poured directly on the small eyes of the arrow wound on the body. Don't mention the feeling of sand pain.

I heard that the arrows of the nomadic people were soaked in fermented cattle and sheep manure, and were contaminated with infected bacteria, which was considered the earliest biological weapon in history. Wang Hou didn't know whether this was true or not, but he spent a lot of money on raising a heavy infantry, so he didn't want to neglect to compensate for the infection.

Then, all soldiers who are fighting will wash their feet with snow first, then stomp them and then soak them again with hot water and ginger to prevent frostbite.

"Wooahhhhhhhhh..."

No matter which ethnic group, the screaming sound was the same. The big man's fur pants were stripped open and half a gourd was poured on the wine. The Wuhuan animal immediately grinned and screamed. The one who was dying just now was now jumping around and was so painful.

"Hey! Young man, you are really the chosen one!"

He looked at the big man rolling all over the ground in surprise. The old Taoist of Eternal Fire, who was responsible for handling him, couldn't help but sigh: "A shot into the big artery, and it bleeded in the snow for a long time, but it was not dead yet! Young man, are you willing to believe in Eternal Fire?"

"Well Gro?"

Covering his thighs, he was squeezing cold air. Listening to the old Taoist Chinese language, the Wuhuan animal raised his old face full of sweat in shock, and shouted in surprise.

"The eternal fire, the ubiquitous fire, one place extinguished, the other place is rising!"

He said very much, pointing his finger at the burning fire in the brazier. The old Taoist said in a mysterious way. As his fingers looked at the brazier, the big Wuhuan man's eyes couldn't help but straighten.

On the other side, Wang Hou was feeling comfortable. This is the era of scumbags. Even husbands who serve their wives have to serve their husbands. They also serve them in a basin of hot water with slices of ginger. Wang Hou put his feet in carelessly, and Zhuge Ying had to roll up her sleeves and kneel on the ground, washing his feet with her white and tender hands.

After soaking comfortably for more than ten minutes, I took the opportunity to get some cheaper on my mistress. Zhuge Ying had just returned from pouring water with a red face. Wang Hou smiled and came out with a bundle of hemp rope, and said with confidence while patting the quilt.

"Japan will go to war and suffer from a cold weather. He urgently needs a meat bag for warming up. Commander Zhuge, for the sake of the millions of people in Qingzhou, there is still a hundred thousand troops. It's time for you to sacrifice yourself!"

Looking at the lewd smile on Wang Hou's face, Zhuge Ying was so ashamed that she almost fainted.

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That night, Wang Hou slept comfortably all night with a warm but still unable to move meat bag, but early the next morning, the sound of knocking on the door was rushing on his wooden door, and the sound outside was particularly anxious.

"State Governor! The State Governor! Something happened!"

"Come here!"

What a guy, he was so embarrassed that he jumped out of bed in a panic, and Wang Hou hurriedly put his pants on his back. Zhuge Ying was so anxious that she screamed with her little hand on her back. Wang Hou turned back sadly and untied the rope for her again.

The two dogs in Zhou Mu couldn't even tidy up their clothes. Tetele followed the soldiers at the door and rushed to the snow wall. He looked down and didn't even take out the telescope. Wang Hou couldn't help but grin and slapped his thigh and shouted.

"Hey, he's! He's moving his house?"

In the morning light, under the snow wall village, it became completely lively. Groups of Wuhuan herders, men, women, young and old, drove cattle, sheep and horses, migrated over in a mighty way, without the realization that more than a hundred people died in vain yesterday. The Wuhuan people of this tribe moved the entire tribe over.

This is the rhythm of being exhausted with Wang Hou!
Chapter completed!