Han Khan

Chapter 70: Annexation of the Jiluo Tribe
Zawankad thought to himself that the riding skills of the Jinhan people were hardly any better than those of these grassland warriors who had learned riding and hunting since childhood.

Not only that, with his sophisticated horse bows, the arrows he shot were accurate and deadly, and his archery skills were not inferior to theirs.

However, the difference is that the mutual coordination and tacit understanding of these Jin Han people in killing the enemy in battle are truly amazing. He knows very well that there is a big gap between the warriors on the grassland and the cavalry of the Jin Han people.

This is not surprising, as the coordination and tacit understanding between soldiers are honed through long-term training and actual combat.

Jin Han's guards, equipped with iron and leather armor and well-equipped weapons, now hardly need to participate in production labor such as grazing and farming. Their livestock are all taken care of by their own slaves, just because they are warriors, not subjects or slaves.

Of course, some guards, especially those newly reorganized into the guards, did not have slaves, but their livestock were also looked after and managed by Zhang Sheng's slaves.

Their duties were to fight full-time and to serve as guards in Zhang Sheng's tent in turn. If they were talented, they would even be appointed to new positions by Zhang Sheng.

But it is different for the herdsmen on the grassland. They usually have endless work to do and have to deal with the tribal chief's collection of tribute. How can they have time for the warriors to train together?
Unless someone offers cattle and sheep so that I can stop working and concentrate on training, but how is that possible!

At this time, the entire Jiluo tribe camp was in chaos, screams were heard one after another, and people fled everywhere, trying to avoid the attack of the Jinhan people.

However, where can one escape to?

"kill!"

At this time, a group of cavalry rushed out. Without any instructions from others, Zhawankad led the charge and signaled to the Jinhan people.

That was Hutan, the son of the chief of the Jilo tribe. These people were urgently mobilized by the Jilo tribe, and many of them were old acquaintances of Zhawankad.

New and old grudges surged in their hearts, and Zawankad of the Xidan tribe and his people became red-eyed. They surrounded the cavalry and continuously shot arrows at them, and then in order to stop their charge, he directly engaged them in hand-to-hand combat.

At this time, Zhawan Kade has led his people to join the special forces of Jinhan, and they have no way out. Tonight, they must go all out and fight bravely to win the appreciation of the special forces, otherwise they will fall into a dilemma.

At this time, the rumbling sound of horse hooves came from behind the Xidan troops again. Zawankad took a look during the battle and found that the Jinhan cavalry, which had originally charged forward, had rested for a while and then charged again.

"The situation is settled!" Seeing this, Zawankad was relieved and swung his saber more vigorously, successfully blocking the charge of the Jiluo tribe. Gradually, the Jiluo cavalry could no longer hold on and retreated one after another.

"Chase these bandits from the Jiluo tribe. Those who kneel down and surrender will not be killed, and those who escape will not be spared!" Koza roared loudly, holding a bloody sword in his hand. He would chop down an enemy after catching up with him, and then waved the sword and led the guards in hot pursuit.

Behind him, the camp of the Jiluo tribe was already full of galloping horses and flames. The Uvs Lake was originally peaceful and tranquil late at night, but now it gradually turned into a hell on earth with corpses everywhere.

In order to save their lives, a large number of captives knelt down and begged for mercy from the conquerors.

The injured chief of the Jiluo tribe and his descendants were found one by one by Zawankad, and then they were severely stabbed.

The leader of the Jiluo tribe disappeared immediately.

I wonder how many of this tribe of more than 800 tents and 4 people can escape?

No, no one can escape! Those who escaped were killed immediately after being caught up. Lord Koza would never allow anyone from the Jiluo tribe to escape, otherwise they would tip off the Guchuwuti tribe in the north, which was located in the center of Lake Uvs.

As for the surviving remnants of the Jiluo tribe, except for more than a hundred people from the Abuhan tribe and the Xidan tribe, who were selected to stand aside, the rest would become slaves of the Jinhan tribe.

Not to mention the tribe’s wealth such as cattle, sheep, horses, furs, etc., all of which will be swallowed up by the Jinhan tribe, without anything left.

At this time, Zawankad was still wondering whether the Xidan tribe could get some prisoners and spoils. It should be possible, right?
At this time, a red glow gradually appeared in the sky, and everyone knew that it was almost dawn. Not long after, the cavalry chasing the Jiluo tribe turned back, and many Jinhan cavalrymen tied a prisoner to the lasso in their hands and dragged him back to the Jiluo tribe's camp.

At this point, the Jiluo tribe was destroyed. The remnants of this tribe, which once conquered the Abuhan tribe and the Xidan tribe, were now kneeling on the ground and trembling.

They didn't even know who attacked them under the cover of night. They only knew that the Xidan tribe was the guide of these powerful conquerors, and that it was the Xidan tribe that brought these powerful cavalry to attack the Jiluo tribe.

"Gather all the prisoners together, assign some soldiers to supervise them, let these prisoners dig trenches, and the rest can take turns to rest!" Koza said seriously to the battalion commander Yan Zhi beside him.

Then Yan Zhi took the order and left.

Koza looked up at the brilliant red glow in the sky and felt the cool morning breeze caressing his face.

He turned his head, his eyes fell on Zawankad beside him, and said in a steady tone: "Today, His Highness the Special Agent will lead the Jinhan tribe to migrate to this place.

You performed very bravely in the battle last night. I will report your achievements to the higher authorities, and His Highness will surely give you the rewards and spoils you deserve.

Now, you can take a few of your tribesmen back and migrate all your people from the lower reaches of the Bulgan River here.

The Xidan tribe now belongs to Jinhan, and will need to migrate with the Jinhan tribe when the time comes. "

When Zawankad heard what Koza said, he was very excited and nodded to express his gratitude.

He knew that he had finally accomplished something great this time. Not only would the Xidan tribe no longer be oppressed by the Jiluo tribe, but they would also surely gain many benefits from helping the Jinhan people in the battle.

"Thank you, Lord Khoza. I will definitely tell my people this good news." Zawankad immediately knelt down and said.

He turned around and selected a few smart and capable tribesmen, preparing to return to the lower reaches of the Bulgan River and bring their families and property.

Before leaving, Zawankad took another look at the ruins of the Jilo tribe.

"This place will belong to the Jinhan tribe from now on." He said to himself.

Zawankad and his people set out on their journey home, their hearts full of expectation and hope.

After a night of hard work, some Jinhan soldiers and the warriors of the Xidan tribe supervised the prisoners to dig trenches.

Most of the remaining soldiers slumped on the ground, taking out their cowhide water bags, naan and dried meat to share with each other.

Afterwards, food and water were delivered to the soldiers who supervised the prisoners' work.

Everyone looked tired. This time, they took advantage of the night to raid the Jiluo tribe. Except for more than a dozen brave warriors from the Xidan tribe who were killed in the battle, there was no casualty among the Jinhan people.

They have made such great contributions that when the Special Service Prince comes, he will surely praise them greatly and give them cattle, sheep, horses and slaves.

Thinking of this, several Jinhan soldiers looked at each other and showed joy on their faces, but they did not laugh.

A hundred miles away in the Jinhan camp, the tribesmen had already packed up their tents and supplies. They were driving their cattle, sheep, horses and camels, slowly moving towards the Bulgan River.

(End of this chapter)