Han Khan

Chapter 121, Bloody Night

The Jinhan soldiers from the three regiments collected firewood, hunted wild animals, and rested for a day in this makeshift camp beside the gurgling stream.

At this time, Boniek, who served as Zhang Sheng's personal bodyguard and the head of the guard, fiercely grabbed the guide of the Guchuut tribe and said:
"You little dog slave, tell me clearly where is Shulun Timur of the Dubo tribe? How long will it take to get there? Did you bring us to this damn place on purpose? What is your intention? If you don't get there soon, I will kill you first!"

Zhang Sheng turned around and saw Boniek grabbing the guide's collar with one hand and lifting him up, his face full of anger.

The guide was caught by Boniek with one hand, his body suspended in the air, and he kept struggling, but due to the huge disparity in strength, he could not break free from Boniek's control.

His face turned red due to lack of oxygen, his eyes bulged, his breathing became rapid, and it seemed that he might suffocate at any time.

Boniek's voice was full of threats and anger, and he stared at the guide fiercely, as if he wanted to eat him alive.

The soldiers around were also watching this scene nervously. They knew that Lord Boniek had a hot temper and once he got angry, the consequences would be disastrous.

But they did not dare to step forward to dissuade them easily, and could only stand aside silently, waiting for the situation to develop.

Zhang Sheng frowned, he was dissatisfied with Boniek's behavior.

This guide was the key to their finding Shulun Timur. If they really killed him, it would probably cause trouble for the rest of their journey.

So he decided to step in to stop Boniek's extreme behavior.

Zhang Sheng took a few quick steps forward and shouted, "Bonek, what do you want to do? He is our guide. If you kill him, do you want us to die here without getting out of the jungle? Huh? Put him down now. If you kill him, I won't forgive you!"

It was rare to see Zhang Sheng so angry, Boniek felt a little guilty, and smiled at Zhang Sheng: "Don't be angry, Your Highness, I was just trying to scare him!"

After saying this, he gently put the man on the ground. The slave guide of the Guchuwuti tribe was freed and lay on the ground, coughing several times in succession, obviously he was holding it in.

Zhang Sheng walked up to the slave, squatted in front of him, and asked him as quietly as possible with a calm look in his eyes:

"We have been walking in the Tannu Mountains for two days and have used up a lot of our food supplies, but there is still no sign of the Dubo tribe.

Tell me honestly, how long will it take to get there, or are you unable to recognize the road or the direction?"

The slave guide looked up and saw Zhang Sheng, with an expressionless face, staring at him gently. He looked harmless, but for some reason, he felt as if he was being stared at by a ferocious beast. He was even more frightened and dangerous than the burly and ferocious warrior just now.

He was startled and immediately knelt down and kowtowed, saying:

"Supreme Emperor, how dare I lie to you? I swear by His Majesty Haotian that all our routes are indeed to Dubobu, but the situation in this mountain is complicated and there may be some deviations.

The guide became more and more panicked as he spoke, and quickly replied: "We are close to the hunting grounds of the Dubo tribe. We will reach their camp in two days to the north!"

Seeing that Zhang Sheng was still a little skeptical, the guide became anxious and said hurriedly: "I walked these roads when I was young, and I can guarantee it. Otherwise, you can kill me and let me go to hell to be punished!"

After hearing this, Zhang Sheng was silent for a moment, then stood up and looked around the mountains and forests, as if he was thinking about something.

Finally, he decided to trust this slave guide once. After all, in this strange place, they could only rely on him to lead the way.

Without much talk, after resting, Zhang Sheng led three regiments of cavalry and continued northward, just to find where the enemy was.

They ran along the southern foot of Mount Tannu for another day. When the warriors were numb, the slave guide suddenly shouted excitedly:
"Your Majesty, Your Highness, and fellow warriors, look, the place with smoke ahead is the hunting ground of the Dubo people. There must be a Dubo tribe there!"

Zhang Sheng was shocked when he heard this, and looked forward. Sure enough, at the end of the green grassland, in the dense forest on the northern hillside, wisps of smoke were rising slowly.

His eyes lit up and he was excited. With these traces, there must be a tribe of Dubo people living nearby. Then the Dubo main tribe led by Shulun Timur must be not far away!

Jin Han's cavalrymen were also encouraged. They saw hope and were very convinced that the emperor had indeed led them to a way out. Naturally, they ignored the guide's credit.

At this time Zhang Sheng said: "Go, find a Dubo tribe, let the soldiers have a good rest and have a good meal!" When all the soldiers under his command heard this, they immediately became serious and galloped away steadily.

Sure enough, by a stream no more than 40 miles to the north, they found a small tribe of about 800 to 900 tents of the Dubo people. It was dark, and the quiet tribe occasionally heard some noise. "Your Highness!" Zhang Sheng tilted his head to look at Zhang Langjieri, a Tibetan warrior, and saw him waving his saber, looking eager to try, and the cavalry around him were the same.

Because the Jinhan tribe conquered the Guchuwuti tribe, the Yudujin Tatar tribe, the Hela tribe, the Xidan tribe and the Jiluo tribe with great force, the surrounding tribes that heard the news all migrated away.

The Jinhan people had not seen any strangers since they entered the Tannu Mountains. Now, seeing so many Dubo tribes in front of them, everyone was like hungry wolves smelling blood, revealing their sharp fangs!
Zhang Sheng's mouth curled up with a cold smile, and he said to Zhang Langjieri and Timur:
"The old way, surround them first, then rob the entire tribe and use the captured prisoners as slave soldiers, go!"

After saying this, the cavalrymen behind them rushed forward under the leadership of the two men, shouting excitedly one by one, surrounding the Dubo tribe and breaking the peace.

Soon, bursts of killing cries were heard in the tribe. The men were quickly chopped to the ground, and the women were raped by Jin Han's warriors. The Jin Han warriors from the two regiments laughed wantonly and lewdly. The women were screaming, and the children were crying and entangled together. The whole scene was extremely cruel.

Zhang Sheng led Boniek's group and watched quietly from a distance, staring in a trance.

When everything returned to peace again, it was already daybreak. All the supplies in the Dubo camp had been looted, turning it into a wasteland.

Nearly two thousand people were captured, including men, women, the elderly and children. They would be used as slave cannon fodder to attract the enemy and were driven towards other Dubo camps.

In addition to the prisoners of war, there were more than 4,000 sheep, 500 to 600 horses, more than 2,000 reindeer, and more than 30 carts of furs, gold, and dried meat in the camp.

In a war on the grassland, whoever wins wins everything and there is no loss at all, unlike the huge losses caused by sending troops from the Central Plains to attack the grassland.

The Jinhan people hurriedly piled the corpses together and burned them. All the blood and sin were hidden in the white ashes.

With the reinforcement of the Dubo tribe, the central army led by Zhang Sheng regained its vitality and fighting spirit.

When they gathered and set off in the early morning, each soldier was still very excited and grinning lasciviously. It seemed that they had enjoyed having sex with the women last night.

Zhang Sheng, riding on his warhorse, pointed at the captives and said coldly:
"See? If we don't want our women and children to end up like this, we have to make the Jinhan tribe stronger. The weak have no right to survive no matter where they are!"

Zhang Sheng spoke seriously and in a solemn tone. When the Jin Han soldiers next to him heard this, the excitement on their faces gradually faded, and they focused and waited for orders, with focused and sharp eyes, like a group of tigers waiting for prey. The momentum of the entire army became solemn.

Together with the captives, the team of 4,000 people at the moment rushed past like a whirlwind, leaving a mess wherever they passed. The blood and corpses on the ground were intertwined, making it look particularly desolate.

This land has been trampled beyond recognition by war, but it also means that next spring, the grass here will be more lush and greener than in previous years.

On the rest of the journey, they encountered several small tribes of the Doubo people.

Without exception, these tribes suffered the same fate - they were looted, all their cattle, sheep and property were taken away, and the remaining people were captured and became slaves.

Such situations have happened many times, and for Jin Hanjun, it seems to have become a habit.

It was another quiet evening, the afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled on the earth. Zhang Sheng and dozens of soldiers stood on a small hill, looking at the main camp of the Dubo tribe in the distance.

There were many tents and smoke from cooking fires, and it seemed like a peaceful and harmonious scene.

However, Zhang Sheng knew that it was only a superficial phenomenon. In fact, there were countless dangers hidden there.

But his eyes were fiery and firm, and his heart was full of expectation and determination.

After a long journey, we finally arrived at our destination.

Now, he was going to lead the three thousand murderous cavalrymen following closely behind him to attack the Dubu people.

These soldiers held sharp swords in their hands, with hungry gleams in their eyes, eager to quench their thirst with the blood of their enemies.

They are about to bare their ferocious fangs to the Dubo people, making their enemies feel fear and despair.

(End of this chapter)