On that day, Wang San chose Baima as his personal soldiers captain, and then asked Baima to select 200 young soldiers from the four tribes. Although Wang San was just an inexperienced personal soldiers, he had been a soldier and had fought for two years before.

He is still a novice when he is a spy, but he has actually gained a lot of experience in fighting.

He pulled out two hundred young men to form a cavalry in his personal guards. He felt much more confident. Otherwise, as soon as he saw the scene where the four young and old were crowded together, he would feel a little overwhelmed.

As a soldier born in the very formal Qin army, he really couldn't imagine how to command such a messy team.

Originally, he suggested that the four ministries leave women, children, elderly and weak to keep the family.

But the old patriarch insisted on taking all the young and old together, and even drove cattle and sheep together, saying that the elderly and weak were left behind, for fear of being attacked by others, and that the cattle and sheep were left behind, for fear of being robbed.

It is also said that only when the whole tribe goes together in war can everyone have no worries and be brave. It is also said that after the battle is won, women, children, elderly and weak can help catch prisoners and drive cattle and sheep.

In short, no matter what Wang San said, everyone still adhered to their traditional combat methods.

As for war, it is actually the essence of fighting.

Of course, tribes have to go together for ranches or cattle and sheep.

That night, the tribe killed cattle and sheep again, and they all had a lot of food and drink.

The next morning, more than 2,000 people from the four tribes set out in such a mighty manner.

Wang San and Baima took two hundred green and strong cavalry as their vanguards, and four white-haired clan leaders rode horses with about five hundred green and strong in the middle, and then behind were the remaining old, weak and weak women and children guarded by two hundred green and strong in the middle, driving cattle and sheep, and even the tents were all on the ox and horses to accompany the army.

This scene is more like moving on a ranch, not like going to a war.

Wang San was very worried that Simabu would have discovered such a big move long ago.

The result was surprising. Baima took them all the way to the edge of Simabu, which was only twenty miles away from their camp, and the other party was unaware of anything.

"Simabu is killing cattle and sheep, and the women and children in the tribe are packing their things. They are probably ready to set off." A knight from Liuhe who touched the reconnaissance ran back to report the enemy situation.

"Wait until it's dark!" Wang San thought for a while and thought that since the enemy did not find them, he might as well wait.

When it was dark, all the troops launched a raid, and Kill Simabu was caught off guard.

The white horse originally thought that it would be enough to have them two hundred horses, but Wang San insisted.

He sent someone to the back and asked the old patriarch to ask the old patriarch to ask the old patriarch to stay in the distance and wait, and then asked the old patriarch to come with eight hundred warriors.

As a result, the old patriarch brought 1,800 people, in addition to the 800 young soldiers, there were also 1,000 old men and women.

The women were covered with mud on their faces, covered with fur robes, and carried vine shields, knives, axes, spears, and even women rode on horses.

"Women in our tribe are like men." The old patriarch explained.

Wang San no longer said anything. The women in the tribe are very capable. They get up before dawn, squeeze the milk for the first time, then come back to make butter, and cook breakfast. The husband gets up and eats.

At this time, they have to feed their milk for a second time.

After her husband finished his meal, he drove the cattle and sheep to herd, and they had to start cleaning up their homes, such as spinning wool and weaving felt blankets, picking up cow dung, and fetching water.

When the husband comes back from herding cattle, they are going to start milking again.

Every woman is actually very capable and tough.

Not only do they come out of the tent, but they can also go to the battlefield.

她们无所畏惧.

The four small tribes of five or six hundred people had a total population of only 2,566 people. As a result, they gathered two thousand warriors. This has to be said to be unimaginable to Wang San.

Wait until dark.

Before it was dark, Wang San summoned several patriarchs and made a simple tactical deployment.

"When it gets dark, the old patriarch, you will divide into three groups to launch a surprise attack on the enemy camp, and you must approach quietly, and then start a sudden attack, be quick and cruel."

Wang Sanze, with a white horse and the two hundred light cavalry, lying on the other side.

After the three-sided raid is launched, the Sima people will definitely be caught off guard. Then, when they find that there are many attackers, they will inevitably run towards the gap.

At this time, Wang San and the others can ambush.

"There is no need to be so troublesome, right?" said Baima.

The old patriarch glared at his son, "Learn more, fighting is like hunting, you need to have skills."

Night falls.

The camp of Sima tribe gradually became quiet, and under the starry sky, there were ignition lights.

There are Tibetan mastiffs guarding the camp.

"Do it!"

The cry of Tibetan mastiff awakened the herdsmen.

Someone opened the tent and came out to check it out, but was shot down by an arrow.

The old patriarch, wearing leather armor, held a spear in his hand, ran to the camp, picked up a charcoal fire from the bonfire, and threw it into the tent in the distance.

The tent was lit.

In the fire, Simaren's panic scream came.

More and more fires ignited, and Qiang people rushed into the camp like wolves.

Bow shooting, knife cutting, spear bucket.

Sima people were caught off guard, and many people didn't even have time to wear clothes, and they turned out to be ghosts under the knife.

Wang San was quietly guarding the west, waiting for the escaped enemy.

He believed that Sima people would definitely escape here, which was instinct.

Listening to the screams in the camp over there and looking at the rising flames, Wang Sanyi's blood was boiling and he became more and more excited. When he was in the army, he was just a fire chief. Later, he was selected to be the chief lieutenant's mansion for his outstanding performance. After three months of training in Chang'an, he took the first mission. Unexpectedly, he had to do such a big vote.

Commanding more than 2,000 people and attacking a rebellious tribe of more than 500 people, he promoted himself to the position of commander commander of the regiment.

If you win this battle, you will definitely get commendations and promotions.

"General Wang, here we come, Sima people rushed over."

The white horse beside him stabbed him a few times and brought him back to reality.

Wang San looked at the Simaren who was rushing towards him in embarrassment and jumped up excitedly. He jumped onto the horse and drew his sword and yelled.

"kill!"

Two hundred light cavalry suddenly came out, causing the panicked Sima people to complain.

A rain of arrows came, and the dozen Simabu people who rushed to the front were all dismissed and fell to the ground.

Wang San rushed forward with a horse and slashed down a Qiang man with one knife. The warm blood splattered on his face, making him even more excited.

There were shouts of killing everywhere.

There were invaders on all sides, and the Sima people had no idea how many enemies they had. They retreated in panic and were ambushed again.

Soon, the camp was occupied and a large number of tribe members were captured.

Only a small number of young and strong people fought to the death could they stand out, but the four Qiang people behind them also chased each other.

When Wang San stood in front of the Sima tribe leader and revealed his identity, the old patriarch regretted it. He should not be greedy for the promises made by King Tianzhu.

"I was wrong. Please spare my life and spare our Simabe once!"

Wang San raised his knife and chopped it down.

The head of the Sima clan leader fell to the ground, rolled a few times, and died with his eyes closed.

Wang San held the blood-dropping knife and said coldly, "If you dare to betray Daqin, you have to bear the corresponding price!"

"Prepare his head and send it back to Lintao County Magistrate!"

No one was sad for Simabe, and everyone just cheered for victory.

They began to fight for the spoils in a hurry.

The failed Sima tribe, the sheep in the sheep pen, and the things in the tent, everyone competes for it, and they will not miss a needle or a thread!
Chapter completed!