The weapon tycoon who traveled to Daqin

"Now the main force of the Xiongnu has been eliminated. What should we do next? What are your plans?" Shangwen suppressed his inner excitement and said to Meng Tian.

"Plan, I want to hear your opinion." Meng Tian kicked the ball to Shang Wen again.

"My opinion is, yes, yes." Naofumi raised his head and his expression became serious.

"Yes, what is it? Tell me quickly." Meng Tian looked at Shang Wen's face and said.

"Save someone under the knife!" Naofumi raised his arms and shouted.

"The sword will save you." At this sound, Naofumi had already started to run forward.

A Hun prisoner of war knelt on the ground, with his head lowered, his hands tied behind his back, and his hair disheveled. He looked a little pitiful. But the man dressed as an officer standing behind him showed no mercy at all. He raised his sword with both hands high.

Prepare to chop off the Hun's head with one sword.

The officer wearing a small plate-shaped heavy triangle didn't worry about Naofumi's obstruction at all. He swung his sword and chopped off the head of the Huns. The head was cut by the sharp sword and fell to the ground. On the chopped neck, chi chi chi.

The blood mist was sprayed out. The blood mist splashed on the officer's face. The officer touched it with his hand. His face was covered with blood, just like Guan Gong.

"Sigh." Naofumi shook his head. It was already too late.

"What's wrong?" Meng Tian quickly ran over and asked what happened.

"Why did you kill the prisoners?" Shang Wen turned around and asked Meng Tian.

"This, this is nothing." Meng Tian explained.

"What? It's nothing. This is a prisoner." Naofumi asked.

"Actually, it's not a big deal. These are prisoners. Just kill them. Besides, you are not saying that the Huns are unruly. This will not kill their majesty." Meng Tian said.

Naofumi didn't say anything after hearing this explanation. After all, he said at the beginning that the Huns were unruly.

"But we can't kill them indiscriminately, right? These are laborers. I also plan..." Naofumi said.

"I know, I know. Build the railway. Build the railway. You know it too." Meng Tian pulled Shang Wen and whispered.

"I know and understand what you mean. However, you know the Qin State's method of recording merit. These people under your command also do this to get more credit. Besides, this method has been around for a long time.

Even General Bai Qi did this. "Meng Tian used these techniques that are commonly used in the army.

Naofumi also understood. Think about those dynasties in later generations. In order to record more merits, they often resorted to cruel methods of killing good people to compensate for their merits. The people they killed were their own people. However, Qin's legal system was very detailed. Soldiers could not do such a thing yet.

matter.

Alas, forget it. Those who were killed were also Huns, not members of my own clan.

"If this continues, it won't be a problem. It will have to be changed in the future." Naofumi made this request with some helplessness.

"This is not easy to do." Meng Tian shook his head.

"By the way, you just talked about your next plan. What do you think?" Meng Tian immediately changed the subject.

Naofumi also understood that this guy did this on purpose. It would be very difficult to change this cruel way of recording merit. Forget it.

"The next step, the next step is to sweep those tribes. The Huns' tribes all have thousands or hundreds of people forming a tribe. These tribes are scattered in various grasslands. Now, we have to eliminate a large army and spread out.

Find these tribes and root out the source of this disaster." Naofumi said.

"Yes, I understand." Meng Tian nodded in approval.

"Do you think this can work? Now that the main force of the Xiongnu army has been wiped out, the men and horses left in those camps will become old and weak. Their combat effectiveness is definitely not strong, so we will start dispatching troops ranging from 10,000 to 8,000.

Search as a unit of a thousand men or two, and plunder as the opportunity arises. Those who resist will be killed, and those who surrender will be used as labor force. What do you think?" Meng Tian asked.

"Yes. Then you can make arrangements." Shangwen didn't know much about military command, so he decided to go with Meng Tian. He himself was at a leisurely pace.

"Okay, I'll go make arrangements." Meng Tian said and turned around to summon his generals.

Naofumi really didn't know what to say when he saw the smoke and messy Hun camp. There were also those headless corpses with their heads cut off.

"Alas!" Naofumi sighed and went to rest.

The sun is about to set. The sky has turned red. The weather is very dry. It seems as if everything is about to be ignited. Only when the sun sets can you feel a touch of coolness. The disheveled boy is driving a group of cattle and sheep. He wants to be in the sun.

Return to the tribe before sunset.

The young man stopped the horse and looked around. He could already see his tribe clearly. The white tent made people feel warm. At this time, the horses began to be frightened. The horses were still restless. The young man waved the whip in his hand and controlled it.

Horse herd.

A sharp arrow shot into the young man's back like lightning. The young man, who was trying his best to control the horses, did not notice it at all. The sharp arrow penetrated the young man's body and fell on the grass in the distance. The young man's heart was already broken.

Rows in the distance, like a black wave, rushed through the boy's flock of sheep and horses. The boy's body turned into a ball of flesh under the trampling of the horses' hooves. The black wave did not stop because of the boy's death. On the contrary,

Rush towards the tribe in the distance.

It's close, it's close. The black wave suddenly emits a row of black mist-like things. It quickly cuts across the sky and falls on the tribe.

They were rows of sharp arrows shot from crossbows. The range was more than 200 steps, which was beyond the reach of Xiongnu bows and arrows. They shot and killed indiscriminately. Many people in the tribe fell to the ground with arrows and passed through the tent.

He shot and killed the people in the tent mercilessly. People in the open space were among them, and their bodies were hit by countless sharp arrows.

"Kill!" The Qin army of 2,000 men shouted loudly. The galloping cavalry charged into the Huns' tribe. The Huns who stood up to fight had their necks cut off with sharp sabers.

In one wave, the Qin soldiers had quickly passed through the tribe. Those who resisted were cut down to the ground.

"Kill, shoot any resisters. Gather all the women. Quick." An officer commanded, waving a sharp sword.

Groups of men and horses began to turn over and dispersed to search for the enemy. The Hun boy waved his immature arms, trying to draw the bow and arrow. An arrow went directly through the throat, killing him directly.

Bows and arrows continued to fire from the tent. A Qin soldier who opened the door curtain still had an arrow stuck in his arm. When a centurion saw it, he immediately cursed "trash." He took out a grenade and a zipper and stayed there for a few seconds.

Throw it directly in. The soldiers disperse quickly.

"Boom". A ball of minced meat flew out.

"See if there are still people alive. Damn it." The centurion commanded the people to rush in.

"You loser. Are you going to die? No matter what happens in the future, just throw a grenade. Idiot." The centurion went to other places.

Scenes like this began to play out one after another on the grassland.