C170 cavalry trail

In fact, when Li Zi Cheng did this, Xiao Wen had already seen it clearly from the carriage.

Indeed, after they had gone north to the Huns, they had met at the Dragon City of the Huns with the king of the Right, the future king of the Huns.

As a nomadic people, Dragon City was actually the only fixed city in the Hun.

It is located in the west side of the Orhun River in the present Mongolia near Lake Heduo Chaidamu.

Although it was still a little far from the cloud, it was still a good place to meet up.

However, Xiao Wen had calculated everything, so he had forgotten to calculate a bit.

Usually, the caravan members would bring some food to the north in order to solve the problem of supplies. However, most of them were goods like salt, tea, and rhubarb that were not forbidden even though they were needed in the prairie. Of course, there were also some goods that were not afraid of death that would be carried on the back of iron grade equipment.

Along the way, they would trade the goods for cattle, dried meat, and cheese with the tribes along the way.

Thus, on the road to the north of the prairie, there was usually no pressure to replenish.

Only under normal circumstances.

Xiao Wen didn't expect that because of the great army sent by the Qin Emperor, Ying Zheng would head north to fight for the Huns. As a result, in the fall of this year, the majority of the Huns were in the Northern Desert, battling the Great Wall of Qin.

Because of this, there were only a few tribes in the Desert North region of the Cloud Center.

This gave Xiao Wen a headache.

Tribes that lacked resources would lack food.

The lack of food was not enough to make them starve – after all, most of the horses they used when heading north were female horses. With the milk of the horses and the milk of the horses, they could still make it to the Dragon City.

However, if you take in too little calories every day, your body will inevitably become very weak.

This way, the guards and riders of the caravan couldn't maintain the physique they needed to fight.

Thus, if he couldn't find a tribe to trade with, Xiao Wen's situation would be very dangerous.

"Fortunately, after going north for a month, I finally found someone." Xiao Wen looked at the herdsmen that were fished out of the shrubbery covered with a layer of shallow frost and revealed a smile.

With that in mind, Zhang Tao urged his horse to ride back to the caravan.

A group of people surrounded him and gave him a thumbs up, praising him for his beautiful hand.

The herdsman was thrown in front of Xiao Wen's cart.

Xiao Wen took a closer look and saw that the other party was wearing a worn out leather jacket. His dirty and messy long hair was draped over his shoulders and his face was disheveled. There were even a few strands of grass on his head.

He was short and didn't have much flesh, and his entire body was thin and black like a dwarf. This was the result of having only a little bit of cheese over a long period of time and rarely consuming more than eight hundred calories a day.

"He really is a herdsman!" Xiao Wen was overjoyed and immediately threw a bunch of copper coins to Zhang Mo.

Zhang Dazhi easily caught Xiao Wen's coin, thanked him, then turned around and went back to protect the convoy.

At this moment, the caravan had stopped.

Seeing the herdsman lying in front of him, Xiao Wen got off the carriage and saw a dark white line on the herdsman's face. His lips were already beginning to dry up.

His eyes were closed. He groaned softly, "Water... "Water..."

"Give him water," Xiao Wen said to Zhuge Liang who was beside him.

Zhuge Liang didn't say anything. He only took out a gourd from the cart and brought it close to the little herdsman's mouth.

Perhaps it was out of instinct for survival, but he subconsciously used his mouth to hug the gourd's mouth, gulping half of it down.

As the water entered his stomach, the little herdsman let out a long breath and opened his eyes. He looked around, then closed his eyes and opened them again. He muttered to himself, "Why are they all Chinese?" How the fuck am I so unlucky? "

Hearing this, Li Zi Cheng who was at the side flew into a rage.

He did not say anything further. The horsewhip directly lashed out at the head of the herdsman, and then he said, "What happened to the Chinese? Are you looking down on the Chinese? "

"No!" After being whipped by Li Zi Cheng, the herdsman trembled and knelt down, kowtowing to him: "I did not mean it that way, please forgive me."

"Self City. That's enough." Xiao Wen stopped Li Zi Cheng from whipping him again. Then he ordered the herdsman to raise his head.

The herdsman raised his head, revealing a filthy face.

Xiao Wen used his observation skills and asked in a stern voice, "Why do you have such a strong enmity towards the Chinese just now?" "To be honest, if you dare to lie to me, I will cut off one of your fingers!"

Xiao Wen wasn't joking. Towards these nomads who weren't Chinese, he didn't have the slightest bit of sympathy.

Maybe something like. The Montauk procedure was such a torture that he could not carry it out calmly. However, under normal circumstances, he could still issue orders for others to do as he was told.

After all, he was also a person whose hands were stained with the blood of others.

Hearing this, the herdsman said, "I …" I was beaten and bullied by a few Chinese rangers in the past, so I'm afraid of the Chinese. "

Hearing this, Xiao Wen immediately said: "Stew one of his fingers."

From his unfocused gaze, Xiao Wen could tell that this herdsman was lying.

Naturally, Xiao Wen did not hesitate to let people cut off one of his fingers.

However, when he heard Xiao Wen's words, that Shepherd paled.

He quickly kneeled in front of Xiao Wen, kissed his shoes, and said: "Master, I was attacked by a group of Chinese soldiers when I was last spring. That's why we're afraid of the Chinese. "

Hearing this, Xiao Wen nodded in satisfaction.

Grassland peoples would attack farmers who were richer than themselves in times of poverty.

However, it was not as though they would not retaliate when the farmers were harvesting.

Whether it was Han or Qin, both would attack the herdsmen in the grasslands every autumn when the harvest was plentiful, and burn the pastures to weaken the nomads' strength, preventing them from invading.

Xiao Wen boasted that he was a normal person.

He would be angry when he heard the nomads nagging. But the nomads had been killed by the Chinese Rangers, and he would not have shouted that they deserved it.

He only saw that the herdsman didn't seem to be lying, and after considering the fact that it took them a month to reach this place, if the Chinese cavalry was willing, they could arrive within a week. Therefore, he no longer doubted it.

He only coldly asked, "Your tribe was attacked by the Han army last year. Could it be that you lived alone on the plains for such a long time?"

"No." The herdsman shook his head and said, "The tribesman's tribe suffered some losses and some tribesmen were killed. It was at that time that the despicable man's father was killed. The tribe was also robbed of many cattle and sheep. But in the end, the tribe of the vile has not perished. "

"The ones who really destroyed my tribe, the ones who roamed all over the place, were the braided cavalrymen who attacked my tribe three days ago …"