Syndicate Growth Manual

In late spring and March, the Ulungai Grassland has just passed the severe and long winter.

The snow layer melts and flows into the Silver Belt River, which winds like a ribbon on the boundless grassland.The lakes and water bubbles formed by large and small accumulated water are like scattered glass beads, reflecting the light like the best mercury mirror in the golden light slanting down from the low clouds.

However, in the eyes of herdsmen, March is the most barren period on the grassland.The fresh grass has not yet grown, the soil is wet and muddy, but the stored hay feed has been exhausted in three or four months of winter.Wild wolves, foxes and roe deer on the prairie have been hungry all winter, and they don’t have to squat down to guard, so they rush to them. The flock has no strength to escape, and in less than half a month, most of them are gone. The ewes have no milk, and the new cubs either starve to death or die Took away by wolves.

It is this lean season, and it is also the craziest time when grassland nomads such as the dog Rong attack the city.

A group of dog soldiers sat around a small water bubble, whispering to each other, and threw red-hot stones from the fire into the water bubble, and then threw some dried meat and fish, and the water quickly It rolled up, and bursts of fragrance wafted out.Sixteen or seven fat and strong war horses were digging grass roots with their heads down beside their masters, their long tails flicking back and forth.

'A group of raccoon thieves!We squatted here for a long time without even drinking our saliva, but they started eating! Huaixi wore meadow seeds on her body, staring at the source of the aroma and gnashing her teeth.

"Hush——" The boy lying in the middle held a long gun and pressed on them. Hearing that his wrist was strong, the gun head bounced Huai Xi's ass. He gave Huai Xi a stern look and mouthed him Mouth.

They lay silently at the bottom of the gentle slope, the color of their bodies almost blending with the surrounding yellow and black turf.

The aroma became more and more intense, and the ten dog soldiers took out their wine bags and began to drink and eat meat, laughing wildly, showing great complacency.The young man listened carefully, "Damn it, they are still bragging about how they snatched the best horses from the Xiguan herdsmen."

"Dalang, when should we do it?" 'The other boy also understood, and couldn't help leaning over and whispering.

The leading boy in the middle frowned and shook his head slightly.

After waiting for another quarter of an hour, the group of dog Rong finally got a little drunk. At first they looked around cautiously from time to time, but now they were staggering and swearing, and the wine bags were scattered all over the place.

The leading boy hooked his mouth and made a gesture, and the several young men in ambush were refreshed, their backs were tense and their weapons were clenched tightly, like cubs lurking and waiting for an opportunity, and they stared fiercely at the dogs.

Just when the laughter beside Shui Paozi reached the most unscrupulous point, the leading boy waved his hand violently, and the six of them jumped up and rushed towards Quan Rong.

The war horses sensed the murderous intent before anyone else, and raised their hooves and neighed for warning, but the snatched horses remained silent.Holding long knives in their hands, Zhengyang and Huaixi slammed their heads straight down to close the two heads. The blood sprayed out like rain, and immediately startled the other eight dog soldiers. .

"Get out of the way!" The leading boy yelled, the spear shook, and he grabbed the end of the gun and swept it vigorously, and five or six dog soldiers fell down with a crackling sound.He exerted strength on his wrist, retracted the barrel of the gun, and lifted a canine army from the ground abruptly, howled and fell down the slope, rolled a few times before making no sound.

Another fair-skinned boy laughed loudly, rushed to a soldier who was trying to get up from the ground, stepped on it with one foot, stabbed with a knife in one hand, and immediately cut off the soldier's trachea.These canine soldiers were half drunk, their hands and feet could not be controlled, and the surprise attack came quickly, and most of them were killed or injured in an instant.Only two of them got on their horses without hesitation, and ran seven or eight meters away in a blink of an eye.

"Ada! Ah Heng!" the leading boy roared.

The two tanned boys left the dead man in their hands, turned around and threw out the long knives in their hands. With two muffled bangs, the two fleeing dog soldiers were nailed to death with their knives and fell off their horses. Wet turf spread.

A small raid ended so simply and neatly.

The leader, that is, Zhao Yuan, looked down at the milky white fish soup in the bubble, with regret on his face.

"Da Lang, what are you looking at?" Zheng Yang immediately ran to Zhao Yuan, followed his gaze and looked down, speechless, "This soup is mixed with Quan Rong's blood, so it cannot be drunk!"

Zhao Yuan stirred the fish soup with the tip of a gun depressedly: "I know, alas, this is wild fish soup, it's fresh! It's hard to find something other than mutton soup..."

"What are you still doing? Hurry up and cut off the heads!" Wu Heng, who came back from the distance with the knife, carried two heads and threw one into the sack opened in Zhao Da's hand, "Can we You have to go back quickly, or my father will find out that he will be punished by military law!"

Huaixi cut off him, Dalang, and Zhengyang with great effort, and threw them into the sack, and her hands were already losing strength. Hearing this, she cried and called Zhao Yuan with a sad face: "Dalang, let's hurry up! Mr. Lang is back from patrolling." I have to find you, if we can't find us, we will be miserable!"

Zhao Yuan rolled his eyes, rubbed the gun head on the meadow, and then went to look at the dozen or so horses.In such a season, the Quanrong people can still raise their horses so fat, which shows that they have robbed a lot of things.

"Is the horse all right?" The fair-skinned Cui Ming ran over to count the horses with him.He looked left and right, and always felt something was wrong, so he turned around and asked Zhao Yuan, "Why do I feel that one is missing?"

Zhao Yuan also looked around, his face sank, and he gritted his teeth: "It's just that one is missing!" He clearly remembered to give the herdsman eight good horses, among them were his big red dates, reddish-brown mane, There is only a strand of pure white hair on the forehead, so his horse is also nicknamed Mao Mao.As a result, after counting, apart from the ten horses of the Quanrong people, only his Mao Mao disappeared.

Zhengyang also became anxious, rubbing his hands and circling: "What should I do? Dahongzao is so smart, didn't you tell him to watch other horses..."

Zhao Yuan was expressionless, but he was no less anxious than Zheng Yang.He took care of Mao Mao himself, and he was like a brother to him. He was a comrade-in-arms on the battlefield. Mao Mao was very smart and could understand simple instructions, but this time he disappeared.He looked down at the corpse of a dog army soldier, and his eyes lit up with anger, don't let this group of barbarians kill him?After all, Mao Mao looked like the leader of the horses.

"Forget it, everyone pack up and go back to the camp first." He waved his hand and turned himself onto a horse, "We can't stay here for long, the black wolf will come as soon as the day comes, and all get on the horses!"

There is one thing about his little corporal leader that even a centurion and a thousand commanders may not be able to do it, that is, order and prohibition.Of course, five people cannot be compared with 100 or 1000 people, but when it comes to making an independent person as obedient as a puppet, the difficulty of one person is not different from that of a hundred people.

As soon as Zhao Yuan issued the password, the rest of them immediately picked up the sacks and got on their horses.The rest of the horses are tied together, and they will instinctively follow the group.

The cavalry of a dozen or so people splashed water and rushed towards the Xiguan city gate standing far away.

At this time, the Xiguan camp had already exploded. Without him, the only son of the general, the son of the junior army officer, the grandson of the Cui family, and the other three young children were all missing. up!The seven good horses in the racecourse and Zhao Yuan's big red dates were also missing!

Zhao Chen went to watch the watchtowers hundreds of miles away for two days, and when he came back, he couldn't find his son everywhere. Isn't this going to force him to die as a father?As soon as he opened the curtain and went out, he bumped into Wu Sheng, a subordinate who was looking for his son everywhere. The two fathers looked at each other and felt bad.Zhao Yuan is a ghost, the newly promoted little corporal leader brought his own little friends, a few little things gathered together, the destructive power is astonishing.

The so-called newborn calves are not afraid of tigers. This is true. There is no place where a few children dare not go. If you talk about military law, people will die when there is a war in Xiguan. Who is willing to do something to the children?What's more, these children are all good seedlings to serve as soldiers!

With his armor still on, Zhao Chen paced back and forth in the Chinese army tent.Wu Sheng was so angry that he slapped the case: "Mother's brat! It looks like I won't beat his butt!" He was puzzled again, and turned his head to ask the supervisor, "Tell me, why did they take those horses away?" ?”

"Don't worry, General Wu...they can't ride so many horses," Liao Ting took a sip of the horse's milk slowly. "This horse must be useful."

Jiaxun opened the tent and came in, and said to Zhao Chen: "Master, some herdsmen outside are asking to see you."

Zhao Chen immediately turned his head and said sharply, "Let them in!"

Several people are grassland herdsmen who have been bullied by dogs all year round. When they entered the tent, they saw a few generals who were staring at them, their legs were a little weak, so they immediately asked Zhao Yuan to find them and asked them to use horses to hang dogs. I said it again.

This is a common thing in Xiguan. The Quanrong people established the White Wolf Kingdom in the North Grassland. They not only frequently invaded the border of Zhao State, but also plundered the surrounding grassland peoples. However, these people are usually good at riding horses and knives. It will also lose soldiers and generals, so they often grab the horse and leave.

Those herdsmen usually had friendship with Zhao Yuan, and they were a little worried when they saw that it was getting dark and the children hadn't come back, so they rushed to the barracks to see Zhao Chen.

As soon as Zhao Chen heard it, he knew that this was his son's bad idea.

"Do you know which direction those dog Rong people are going?" He asked word by word with his face as dark as the bottom of a pot.

The rough-looking herdsman was so overwhelmed by his momentum that he almost couldn't even lift his head. He hurriedly raised the curtain and pointed in one direction, saying in broken Chinese, "It won't be too far if you go in two hours."

Zhao Chen couldn't move rashly, but Jia Xun was about to take someone to look for him immediately. At this time, Da Hongzao ran back by himself, and the generals along the way patted him and greeted him in amazement.Zhao Chen strode out, Dahongzao immediately neighed a few times in aggrieved seeing him, ran over and rubbed his head back and forth.

"Why did Mao Mao come back alone?" Jia Xun came down in a cold sweat.

Zhao Chen shook his head, stroking the horse's head and said, "Anu is fine, otherwise Dahongzao wouldn't react like this." His worry eased, and his anger followed him. He only wished that the brat at home was right in front of him. If you want to learn from Wu Sheng, you have to give that little guy a good ass!

So when Zhao Yuan returned to the barracks with his men and horses, there was a strange and peaceful atmosphere in the barracks.