It is no wonder that these nomadic peoples in history have found it difficult to create any splendid civilizations, but they are more difficult to deal with! China at the end of the Han Dynasty can be called a fighting nation. In the six arts of gentlemen, driving and archery occupies an extremely important point, and scholars and officials are still inseparable from generals and ministers.

However, compared with the Han people's farming and war system, the survival attitude of these nomadic peoples is even more extreme. The Han people are fighting in spring, autumn, harvest, summer and winter. War is fighting, life is life. These Wuhuan people live while fighting, and war is part of life!

This is the scene when the Han family went to war. The young wife was waiting at the entrance of the village and cried like a tearful person, waving her handkerchief: "Honey, come back safely!"

The Wuhuan people went to war in this scene. The big-pan-faced wife was making milk tofu in the house, while the Wuhuan husband walked out with a bow on his back, and said slowly without any special emotions while walking.

"I'm going to fight a war, wife!"

That tone must look the same as the Han people going out to farm.

He was also calm and did not raise his head. His wife, Wuhuan, continued to make milk tofu, and hummed impatiently: "I know, you know, you can go there. If you have any trouble, I can just find Brother Wang next door!"

Then Wuhuan's husband went to the battlefield with great confidence!

Then, the tribe that arrived in heavy snow annoyed Wang Hou.

The green smoke was curling under the village. Not only Wang Hou received the night fragrance, but the Wuhuan people also received the night fragrance. Under the heating of dried cattle and sheep manure, the fragrance of milk skin was much smaller than that of a yurt, and it also floated out of the felt bag made of leather. Then they were full of food. The red Wuhuan people walked out with their earthen bows and axes, and then surrounded Wang Hou's village, and stared at them with big eyes.

"Yaya, what are you trying to do? It's really not possible to ski and hunt in this cold weather. Isn't it good to have fun with my wife? Isn't it good to have two babies? I have to block my doorstep!"

When he patted his thighs, Wang Hou felt regretful. This time he came, he never thought that he would encounter such a situation. All the cavalry would be released from Liaodong. If even five hundred cavalrymen were in hand, he would hit your felt bag and burn the milk bucket and smash it, and see if you were still blocking the door?

However, the most expensive medicine in the world is the medicine for regret. There is no way to use these nomadic cavalry who come and go like the wind and slip like eels. His old face is so bulging and swollen that he yells sadly.

"Gather the infantry and open the village gate!"

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The most typical war between the nomadic people and the Central Plains dynasty made Wang Hou fight. The Qingzhou side used infantry as the main force and could only rely on the levels to carry out defensive operations. South of the snow wall, Wang Hou ordered a few more circles of chest walls to be built. Every day, he would slapped the infantry in as if he was at work and stationed in the chest wall for defensive operations.

Then these Wuhuan people were typical nomadic tactics. They did not fight against Wang Hou's fortifications. They squatted there every day after having enough food. They watched Wang Hou's subordinates move food down from the boat. As soon as they saw the opportunity, these guys rode on horses like locusts, and even didn't fight with you. They ran away after moving things.

Just like now!

"Form a formation! Block these barbarians! Block!"

Standing on the wall, Wang Hou was like lying on his butt, grinning and screaming. At his feet, the small distance from the seaside port to the grain and snow wall was completely boiling, just like the bustling of the market in later generations.

It is for him that Wang Hou had also read Pu Songling's "Wolf", and Yaya was still trapped in the plan of these grassland wolves. After three days of continuous visit, after the infantry was arranged to garrison the barriers outside the city, a tribe who arrived came became honest and squatted near the city wall and slowly let go of his guard.

It was too inefficient to transport grain one by one from the ship. After losing vigilance, Wang Hou resumed the transport method he had done a few days ago. He docked a boat and directly unloaded the food and goods on it, and then moved it back to the village by the reserve troops.

Then the fleet was greedy for trouble and unloaded three ships last night.

Then the scene is no longer controlled!

Fight? It’s impossible to fight! It’s impossible to fight in this life!

In the sound of a hula, he aimed at piles of rice and grain buckets. The rangers who were squatting on the side like a group of huskys were watching the fun suddenly turned over like Rexiang, and rushed up with their horses, whipping their horses ass. This scene made the guards huddled behind the chest wall lose their lust. They roared and held axes, guns, bows and crossbows to intercept them. Who knew that these wooden men would not fight them at all. They stepped on the already compacted snow, and rushed around them with horses and rushed directly. A vicious dog rushed straight to the port pier.

Seeing these grassland sheepskin coats coming over fiercely, the reserve soldiers working at the wharf were so scared that they ran away! The nomads didn't chase them, and they took out the ropes when they arrived at the place, tied the food to the saddle, and turned around and ran away.

Seeing that Dou Dou of Rice and wheat was just about to be gone, Wang Hou's heart hurts, he has always been snatching other people's things. When did it really make people snatch his head?

What a boss or little brother? Wang Hou was furious. The heavy infantry guarding behind the chest wall was also furious. He rushed out at the risk of his formation being broken, and the axe and gun rushed straight to the Wuhuan cavalry like the fish swimming on both sides of his side.

As the grassland horses were neighing, Wuhuan people were hooked down, and light infantry crackled crossbow arrows from behind were shot, and Wuhuan riders were also shot off the horse. But these Wuhuan people were really crazy, holding a broken sheepskin covered with water to block the arrow, and then rushing and robbing, regardless of how their fellow villagers who were peeing and playing with mud in a pit from childhood to adulthood, screamed and fell off the horse. After rushing for a while, some people unloaded their food, rushed in immediately and rushed in for the second wave.

This is a bit like a human head and a tower exchange! Thousands of people from a tribe were dispatched together. Amid the clamor, the supplies placed on the dock were plundered at a speed visible to the naked eye. However, the archers on the city and infantrymen above and below the city were attacked, knocking down more than 400 of them, and capturing more than 200 of them alive. Seeing the densely packed ground, the dejected group of Wuhuan people wearing sheepskin coats and strong physical odor were beaten into the snow wall with a whip. Wang Hou's mouth twitched like Parkinson.

"Forget it, I'll be happy when I go away!"

He glanced at the broken grains all over the ground and shivered for a few minutes. Finally, Wang Hou hummed helplessly, but in just a moment, he roared again with gritted teeth.

"Come here, throw all those who have been killed in front of the village. Whoever dares to rob me of my food will end up like this!"
Chapter completed!