When Pan Geng moved to Yin, I initiated Jian Shang

The sound of drums and wind.

The horses' hooves splashed and snow and ice flew everywhere.

The flag is flying high.

In the afterglow, a phoenix with golden wings spread out, holding a big sun in its mouth, was surrounded by small flags. Blue birds, white birds, black birds, phoenixes, shrikes, and goshawks were dimly visible, guarding the phoenix of Jin Tianshi, and slowly stopped in everyone's sight.

"That's your brother's tribe."

Xin Qu stood on the car and pointed to the location of the black bird.

Zi Ping just took a look and clenched his fists: "Yes! It's them! They actually have the nerve to come back! The Xuan Xi clan!"

The Xuanhui clan was a tribe that was differentiated from Yanbo, the ancestor of the Shang Dynasty, who was also Emperor Qi.

In this era, the shape of the character "亥" is actually more like the character "隹", which means bird.

Xuanhui is the city where the blackbird lives.

Therefore, Xuanhui is also the Xuanniao flag.

The leader of the Xuanhui clan stood on the chariot, looking at the Yan flag with the character "Yan" on it, and then looked at the Xuanniao Xihou flag below the Yan flag, and was also very surprised.

It turned out to be that group of bastards with the surname Zi!

The road between enemies is narrow!
"Leave Xuan Xi to me." Zi Ping made his request directly without Xin Qu asking for anything else.

Xin Qu asked curiously, "What deep hatred do you have that makes you want to kill him alone?"

Zi Ping quickly recounted the history. Xin Qu was so excited that he spoke incoherently. It took him some time to organize his words and said, "Huh...Xuanxi clan is the branch of Emperor Qi that stayed in Emperor Yao's capital before he was enfeoffed to Shangqiu.

It was also this branch that saw Wang Hai trapped in the Youyi clan and did not come to his rescue, thus completely breaking off with you.

Even when King Cheng Tang destroyed the Xia Dynasty, they stood on the side of the Xia Emperor, married into the Xia Emperor's family, and then presented their daughters to him and were granted the surname Yan.

Therefore, the noble women in their tribe are also called Yanshi?
I'm going to... Li Gui meets Li Kui..."

Xinqu's heart skipped a beat. He had created a Xiongnu tribe. Their leader was honored as Chanyu, Chengli clan, but he did not arrange for Chanyu's woman to be honored as Yan clan.

As a result, there is a ready-made Yanshi right here.

If you think carefully about the origin of Yanshi, it seems quite reasonable.

But what was unexpected was that the first generation of Yanshi actually had the surname Zi.

After just a short look from a distance, Xin Qu asked curiously, "Their facial features haven't changed much."

"How could there be any change! The Xuanyi clan is a group of self-righteous bastards who believe that blood is everything! After Emperor Qi was asked to move south to Shangqiu, they even sent people to ask for marriage to their sisters, saying that they wanted to keep their blood pure.

Even marginalized tribes know that people with the same surname cannot marry, but they shamelessly say that since the two sides have already separated, there is no need to stick to this rule.

Afterwards, Emperor Qi was furious and reported the matter to Emperor Yao. When Emperor Yao learned of this, he confined Xuan Xi clan from the lake to the city and forced them to work in the city construction for several decades. This is how the Xuan Xi clan came to be. "

As Zi Ping spoke, he pointed at the Xuan Xi clan in the distance and spit out a bunch of Shang tribal swear words, which made Xin Qu unable to help but be shocked.

It really is, a blood feud.

"Hey! Which tribe are you from? Why do you have the black bird flag?" The Xuanhui clan's men came out from the sparsely scattered camp, riding on cows, and swaggered: "Could it be that you are from the Xin clan? How dare you show up on the prairie!"

Xin Qu looked at Zi Ping and said, "This... do you admit it or do I admit it?"

"As you said, we are all from the same lineage! You are the one who has inherited the Xin family name!" Zi Ping drew out his iron knife, his eyes fierce, "Kill! We must not let them go back!"

"That makes sense." Xin Qu smiled happily, "Left and right, shout: The Shang State with the Xin clan's surname Zi and the Yan State with the Xin clan's surname Yao are coming together to take the descendants of the Xia Dynasty back to the south, with the exception of the Xuanyi clan."

The guards on the left and right immediately raised their copper trumpets and asked the imperial guards and imperial guards who were following them to shout loudly. In an instant, the sound of the wind was suppressed, and the cow under the crotch of the Xuanhui clan member who was speaking was frightened and became uneasy, retreating repeatedly.

Such a loud and clear voice even made some of the descendants of the Xia Dynasty look surprised or astonished.

It’s very simple. The descendants of the Xia Dynasty returned south.

It made them feel excited.

After Jin Tian came back from the west, not only his attitude changed, but also his character. He didn't recognize his relatives and started to attack everywhere. Xia Hou had lived peacefully on the grassland for hundreds of years and was happy on weekdays. As a result, they were either enslaved or slaughtered recently. How could they be happy? Now someone came and said he wanted to rescue them. No matter what, they were still moved to tears. They finally had a chance to escape!
Xin Qu took a look at the other party, turned around and rode back on his cow without saying a word. He then looked at the sparse camp of the other party. He had deliberately waited for them to line up and given them enough time, and that was it?
Looking at those agitated forces again, Xin Qu no longer held out hope that they would fight him head-on. After thinking for a while, he said, "Beat the drums, march forward. The enemy's camp will definitely collapse at the first blow."

The sound of drums "dong dong dong" rose from behind, and then carriages and horses rumbled out of the formation.

The man from Xuanyi clan was flattering the leader of Jintian clan who led them to fight: "It is estimated that they are from the lineage of Cheng Tang in the south. They look like this. Apart from being arranged in a neat manner to scare people, there is nothing special about them."

The method used by Jin Tianshi to control the tribes on the grassland was to send royal family members and noble children to each tribe. Those with less than a thousand people were called elders, and those with more than a thousand people were called adults.

The adult in front of me is Fengqi, named Zuo.

Feng Qizuo stroked his beard and said, "That makes sense. It just looks a little more organized. However, they are alone and deep in here. They must be very scared. We only need to disperse them and we can win! We can also get thousands of slaves! This time, I must attack the rear position!"

The queen is the ruler.

Xiahou, also means Xia Wang. As they were driven away and then wandered, in order to solve the problem of survival and leadership of Jin Tianshi, Jin Tianshi initially reverted to the abdication system, but as the territory expanded and foreign tribes integrated, the abdication system gradually evolved into a system of power seizure with grassland characteristics.

That is, the one with the strongest power can become the king as long as he can suppress the others.

As for the defeated tribes, they were either reduced to slavery or fled.

It already has grassland characteristics.

Therefore, Fengqi looked left at Xinqu's army with a greedy look.

But before he could finish his words, the drums of the Yan army roared loudly, and then the chariots moved, rumbling towards them at a speed beyond imagination.

"Quick! Organize defense..." Feng Qizuo was shocked. He pulled out a short spear with his left hand and was about to give orders when he suddenly saw a single rider appear on the left and right wings and rush forward on horseback.

The leader, Huan Si, was fully armored, and his personal guards on both sides were also wearing leather armor inlaid with copper, shining brightly. Under the sunlight, they looked like gods.

The charioteers charged head-on, while the cavalry surrounded them from both sides.

Xin Qu drew out his sword and watched Feng Qizuo's chariot soldiers and formation being directly dispersed without feeling surprised at all.

As for Fengqizuo's chariot, it was even more vulnerable. After all, Fengqizuo was a single-person chariot, while Yan's chariot was top-notch from the start, with a driver, a charioteer, and a charioteer. One person drove the chariot, one shot arrows, and one held a spear. Before the enemy even got close, they were shot down by arrows. Anyone on the left or right who wanted to try to destroy the chariot would be killed by the spear soldiers.

Afterwards, the panicked ordinary soldiers of the Jin Tian clan ran towards the two wings.

The cavalry of Huan Si quickly surrounded the enemy, shooting arrows and shouting to intimidate the enemy and drive them away, while they also cut into the battlefield and quickly disrupted the formation. This series of actions made Zi Ping's pupils tremble.

He had just been clamoring to kill Xuan Xi himself, but he didn't expect that Xin Qu had almost finished the job without him having to do anything.

too fast!

"Principal Guards, follow me!"

Xin Qu seized the opportunity, swung his sword, and with the horns and flags sounding, the Jinwu Army, clad in golden armor, rushed into the divided battlefield along with Xin Qu.

Whenever he encountered resistance, he would immediately hack and chop with his short spear. Even when he was hit by several stone spears and bone spears, he was unaware and was able to fight back.

"Neither the arrows nor the spears can penetrate! This..." Zi Ping silently recorded the battle situation of the Jinwu Army. He went in and out three times, and Xin Qu turned back to take charge of the central army. Not a single Jinwu fell.

Murderous!
"Is this armor? You really can afford it."

Zi Ping's tone was sour.

Xin Qu waved his hand, and the guards behind him threw a dozen people in front of Zi Ping: "The elders and clan leaders of the Xuanhui clan are all here."

Zi Ping lowered his gaze to the trembling Xuan Xi clan members, sneered and jumped down, chopping the youngest one with his knife without hesitation: "How many times have you done this! You betrayed the Zi clan and your ancestors again!"

He chopped for a while as if to vent his anger, then stopped and looked at the battlefield with his bloodstained face. It was already over now, with people tied up in groups with ropes and then separated.

Zi Ping recalled Xin Qu's instructions just now.

Chariots break the formation, cavalry cut off the enemy, and infantry finish off the attack.

On such flat ground, it was as easy as chopping melons and vegetables. With the help of the armored soldiers of Xinqu's army, the battle was over before it was completely dark.

Extremely scary!
"We were wrong. Spare us! Spare us! We won't dare to do it again!"

This group of Xuanhui elders kept begging for mercy in a somewhat distorted Shang dialect, which disturbed Zi Ping's thoughts, but he had no intention of killing them to vent his anger.

Xin Qu and his Praefectus Guards around him are the most terrifying!

He went in and out three times and escaped safely without any casualties.

"Xin Qu, I admit that you are really strong!"

Zi Ping looked at Xin Qu seriously and said, "But your tactics may not be effective in the Central Plains."

"There are trees? Just chop them down. It's not like we don't have axes."

Xin Qu casually grabbed the weapon rack on the cart and threw down a short-handled axe, which rang deeply into the ice and snow. "When you go back, you can tell Zixun that I can sell you the axe. But you need enough slaves."

Zi Ping nodded. This time he did not mock Xin Qu's materialism. He even wished he was materialistic.

But for Xinqu, selling some of the stock of cast iron axes was worth it as long as it could bring in enough manpower to accelerate the development of the canal, no matter how many casualties might be caused in the later stage.

Besides, there may not be much loss. The real strategic forces, such as the Praefectus Urbi around him and several other Overlords, are there to support the enemy.

In cold weapon warfare, servants and slaves are consumables, and their value lies in dying while consuming the enemy's weapons.

This is the cruelty and coldness of reality.

Both of them ignored the Xuan Xi captives on the ground because they were useless.

Most of the tribes on the eastern foot of Doumo Mountain were here, and almost all of them were wiped out.

What awaits them is being sold as slaves. The grassland will soon be replaced by Xin Qu, the general governor of Pingbei, and become the territory of Yan State. New people will come here to survive and reproduce. (End of this chapter)