The setting sun sank into the sky, reflecting the red light all over the sky. A sea of ​​blood floated in the sky, to attract the dead. The city of Hand Snake fell into the red shadow and met its doomed fate.

Hei Lang sat cross-legged on the top of the city, looking at the enemy city in blood and fire, without any disturbance in his heart.

He was born in a family of Union civilian warriors, his grandfather died fighting in the North and his father died in the South. In the five years of community military school, senior warriors told them that surviving in battle, advancing in battle, and dying in battle is the life of a Mexica warrior.

The meaning of the existence of warriors is to fight for gods, kings, priests, families, and glory. Therefore, he doesn't care about killing, nor is he afraid of being killed, everything is just fate.

The tribal warriors in the wasteland cared even less about killing. For them, death is as common as a meal and a bowl of water. It is difficult for future generations to understand how people view death in an era when the average life expectancy is only in their twenties or even less. To put it simply, it is about Chunqiu than Chunqiu, and Warring States than Warring States.

"The leader of the black wolf, two thousand Tekstin mouths, have all been executed."

Silly deer Masat smiled plainly, and came with a blood-stained copper spear.

"This bronze weapon is really easy to use, and it's extremely sharp. It's not as blunt as ordinary stones, and it's not as easy to wear and tear as obsidian."

"Haha, bronze weapons are really good, much better than obsidian!"

Hei Lang nodded in satisfaction, holding the blood-stained bronze sword at his waist, his words were inexplicably dull.

"Today's battle is like bronze fighting black obsidian. It's not difficult at all."

"Tsk tsk, it's just some Tekos barbarians. The elite have been drawn out, so what's the problem? The soldiers only lost dozens of people, and wiped out a tribe of ten thousand people. The southern barbarians are really weak!"

Dailu clicked his tongue twice, and his eyes shone again.

"However, the southern barbarian's woman is plump and supple, which makes people feel itchy! ...That, oh, that, respected leader..."

"Okay! It's been hard work all the way, so I'll let you indulge for a while tonight."

Hei Lang glanced at Dumb Deer, curled his lips. It is impossible in this life for the stubborn Guajili barbarians to be disciplined and fight honestly. Hei Lang didn't bother to care. he snapped.

"Be sure to keep enough vigilant manpower!"

"Obey, Legion Commander!"

Dailu hurriedly took orders and was about to leave immediately.

"Stay deer, wait a minute. How many women and children were captured?"

Black Wolf thought about it and asked.

"It is estimated that there are at least six thousand!"

"A total of seven thousand! One thousand are women and children of the Palm family."

The red monkey Ozuma hurried over and would definitely reply. He was so tired that he first interrogated Elder Tekos who was in charge of the granary, and then went to the granary to count the grain.

"The Lord God testifies! The barbarians in the south are really rich! The grain in the granary is enough to feed 50,000 people for a year! It's not like a poor tribe in the wasteland..."

"So many people, so much food?!"

Hearing this, Hei Lang's expression changed. He thought for a while and asked again.

"What about the villages outside the city?"

"Elder Terkos said that the meandering Kan River is the umbilical cord of the Mother God, feeding the Terkos people along the river. Sixty to seventy percent of the southwestern tribes have settled along the Kan River, and half of them are in the fertile Hand Snake Valley. .. Excluding the warriors taken away by Chief Chimali, there were originally 10,000 people left in Hand Snake City, and more than 20,000 tribesmen in the villages outside the city. However, most of the food in the villages outside the city has been confiscated. To supply the Warchief's army coming out of the mountains."

"Seven thousand women and children in the city, more than 20,000 refugees outside the city, food for 50,000 people a year, and we only have 3,000 soldiers! Next..."

Hei Lang was silent. His Highness's teaching flooded his mind, and various ideas collided in his mind... After a while, a rough plan gradually took shape. Although it was a bit risky, it should satisfy His Highness.

"Captain Black Wolf, this place is too far away! We are two hundred and fifty miles away from Apatchingan City, and five to six hundred miles away from Patzcuaro Cangcheng City. It will take me more than ten days to run back. In addition Chimali's tribal army is blocking the mountain pass, so many prisoners can't be taken away..."

Dailu scratched his head in a daze, a fierce light flashed in his eyes.

"Kill it! Just kill them all! After killing once, there will be no two generations, and the southern barbarians will not be able to recover!"

"No! Don't kill."

Hei Lang clearly shook his head. He didn't care about the lives of these people, but only cared about His Highness's reaction.

"Your Highness doesn't like killing, especially the killing of women and children. Besides, the army went south this time, originally for the sake of Dingkou. After killing them all in one go, where did they get serfs for the military nobles?"

The red monkey was silent for a while. After listening to Hei Lang's words, he finally spoke with a smile.

"The legion commander is wise! Since we can't take the prisoners away and want to get them, there is only one way!"

"Ah? Red Monkey, what's your idea?"

The deer was a little curious.

"Burning food!"

"Burning food?"

"Haha, great idea!"

Hei Lang looked happy, this idea coincided with his plan!

"Red Monkey, keep talking!"

"Yes, wise legion commander!"

The red monkey smiled confidently, his eyes sparkling.

"The food outside the city has almost been confiscated. Almost all of Qimali's military rations are here. We only take away the food that does not affect the movement, and then burn all the food with a fire! Without this batch of food, Qimali No matter how quickly Li returns to help, it will be a dead end."

"It's the end of December now, and there are still five months before the spring plowing, and October before the autumn harvest. There are so many Terkos people, they can't make it by that time! They can't even get enough food. Wait until the spring famine next year , if they don’t want to starve to death, they can only come out of the mountains and surrender to the Northern Kingdom!”

"Haha! Not bad! Let's do it!"

Hei Lang laughed with satisfaction, full of pride.

"However, if you want to do it, do it big! Solve more than 100,000 southwest tribes at once!"

"Huh? What are you doing?"

Red Fox's eyes flashed, and he asked respectfully.

"Dear Legion Commander, I don't know what we should do?"

"Haha! Your Highness often says that when things come to an end, you have to be bold, and you will be able to get your fill if you are bold!"

With that said, the black wolf took out a map of the south drawn by the Kingdom of Tarasco. He stretched out his hand and rowed southwest from Snake City to the sea.

"We started from Hand Snake City and continued to sweep two hundred miles southwest until we reached the endless lake!"

Then, along the seashore, he rowed all the way east until the mouth of the Talsas River.

"After sweeping the villages by the great lake, we will head east along the seaside plain and travel four to five hundred miles until we reach the Tarsas River!"

"Nearly 700 miles along the way, there are nearly 90% of the southwestern tribes! They were conscripted by Chimali and recruited many fighters. They are far away from each other, loose and weak, and they are the most delicious grass rats in the mouth of the wolves! The legion passes by, no need We don’t need to care about the number of casualties when chasing down the enemy. We just need to burn all the Tekos villages and all the autumn harvest food!”

"Ah! Burning food for seven hundred miles!"

When the sun sets, UU reads www.uukanshu. com The night is shrouded, the bonfire rises and flickers, and the heart of the warrior is hot. Hearing this, the red monkey and the dull deer looked at each other, and a trembling excitement swept over their bodies, making people's hearts sway.

"Yes! After burning all the way, we will get a group of small boats from near the mouth of the Tarsas River, where the villages have just surrendered to the kingdom. Then, we will row the small boats and return to the Atoyak Lake for a three hundred-mile waterway. Arrived at Kuramo City!"

After finishing speaking, Hei Lang suddenly stood up, looking at the dark sky and the stars in the south. There is a star there, very bright in December. According to His Highness, that is his natal star: named Sirius, dedicated to killing and killing!

"Seven hundred miles of burning food! The more than 100,000 Tekos people along the way can no longer find life-saving food, so they have only one choice: either starve to death in the mountains, or go out of the mountains and surrender!"

"Ah! Legion Commander is wise!"

The red monkey licked his lips, and the dull deer grinned. Admiration and admiration sounded again, scattered into the night sky of Snake Hand City. Only this time, it was sincere and full of murderous intent!

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