Family Rise: Beginning with Grandfather.

Chapter 572: Hell Comes to the World

After a night's rest, at dawn the next day, as soon as the sky brightened, Yang Mingzhen sent out two thousand light cavalry as scouts to investigate the surrounding situation.

When the sky brightened and the soldiers put on their armor, a team of light cavalry came galloping back from the southeast.

"Report, there is a tribe fifteen miles southwest!"

"How big?"

"Not very big, probably around two to three thousand people," the light cavalry scout replied.

Yang Chengze grinned, "What are you waiting for, brothers, follow me and kill them."

Following his order, the soldiers in the right camp shouted one by one and drove their horses down the mountain.

Thousands of cavalrymen poured down like a torrent, charging towards the southeast in a mighty force.

"General, what about us?" The soldiers of the left camp looked at Yang Mingzhen, waiting for his orders.

Yang Mingzhen laughed, "Why rush? There must be other Hu people around. Let's give this wave to the brothers in the right camp first!"

Sure enough, a few moments later, another team of light cavalry scouts arrived and reported: "Report, twenty miles to the northwest, we found a tribe of about five thousand Hu people!"

"Haha, brothers, we have food and supplies!"

Yang Mingzhen laughed and led the remaining cavalry straight to the northwest.

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The Alitan tribe is a medium-sized tribe. They belong to the Chici tribe and are a subsidiary tribe of the Chici tribe.

The entire Alitan tribe has a population of about 5,000, of which more than 1,600 are young and strong. However, some time ago, the Chici tribe transferred 800 young and strong from their tribe to Menghe Mountain Que. Now there are only 800 young and strong left in the tribe, and these 800 young and strong are relatively weak.

The truly strong warriors all went to Menghe Mountain Palace, and the rest were mostly young and strong men who were looked down upon by the Chici tribe.

It was just dawn and Alitan's tribesmen were preparing to drive their cattle and sheep out to graze.

Suddenly, there was a rumbling sound of horse hooves. Many people in the tribe heard it and walked out of their tents in confusion. Many old people among them had drastic changes of expression.

"It's a large number of cavalry galloping!" an old man warned.

But most of the tribesmen were not alert at this time. They just looked blankly in the direction of the sound.

Although Alitan was poor, he had not participated in a war for many years. Under the management of the Chici tribe, they were only responsible for grazing.

This is the first time in more than ten years that the Chici tribe has recruited young and strong men.

An old man with a cane hurried to the east side of the tribe and looked over. Under the red sky, black shadows were flying towards them.

The morning sun was too dazzling, so the old man raised his head to block the sunlight.

The sound of horse hooves was getting closer, and the figures the old man saw were becoming clearer and clearer.

Suddenly the old man's face changed drastically, "It's not our warriors, the enemy is attacking, the enemy is attacking!"

He roared hoarsely, even threw away his crutches, and ran into the tribe's camp with nimble legs and feet.

"Ready to fight!"

The sudden warning threw Alitan's people into panic.

Many men, women, old and young picked up their weapons and mounted their horses, but more people fell into panic and fled in all directions.

There was not much time left for Alitan's tribe, only a few minutes.

Before their young and strong men could gather together, Yang Chengze had already rushed into the clan territory.

"Kill, don't leave any one alive!" Yang Chengze, holding a spear, knocked over a young and strong man who was fleeing, and shouted loudly.

The next moment, hell descended upon the world.

Sharp edges tore through the flesh, and the bright red blood dyed the grass, felt tents, cattle and sheep red.

Roars, wails, and screams played a miserable melody under the bright morning sun.

The grassland in May is soft, the sunshine is gentle, the wind is gentle, and the grassland is the most vibrant at this time. This should be the favorite season for herdsmen and cattle and sheep.

But at this most beautiful time, a brutal massacre is taking place.

Yang Chengze pierced the chest of a seven or eight-year-old Hu boy with a spear, then glared at the soft-hearted soldiers beside him and shouted, "Remember, don't spare any of them!"

The soldier said in a panic: "Yes!"

At this moment, Yang Chengze's face was tough and his eyes were cold, as if he was a being without any emotions.

He is no longer the simple boy from the mountain village. He has experienced several brutal wars.

From Yang Zhengshan's time at Linguan Fort, to the destruction of the Hu tribe in Donghai, to Ji Feiyu's rebellion, one war after another had already tempered his character to be extremely tough.

Perhaps to many young soldiers in Chongshan Town, the Hu people are not a hateful existence.

But for the elderly in Chongshan Town, the Hu people are an existence that can never be forgiven.

No one knows how many people died at the hands of the Hu people.

When the Wulianghu invaded the Liaoxi area, millions of people in Liaoxi were killed or injured, and countless people lost their families and were separated from their wives and children.

The Hu people and Darong have a blood feud that has accumulated from generation to generation.

Don’t talk about good and evil in human nature. Here, it’s just a tooth for a tooth and blood for blood.

The Wulianghu tribe will not be soft-hearted in Beiyuan Town, and Yang Chengze cannot be soft-hearted in the heartland of Wuliang either.

The butcher's knife has been raised, and only blood can wipe out the mercy that should not exist.

Two hours later, all that was left of Alitan's clan territory was corpses and blood.

The cattle and sheep were driven away, the food and dried meat were all looted, the tattered felt tents swayed in the breeze, and the blood-stained grass leaves sparkled in the sun.

Alitan was only the first.

In the days that followed, Yang Mingzhen and Yang Chengze led the left and right camps respectively, transforming into two ferocious beasts without any restraint.

Their two camps were not too far apart and always maintained a distance of less than a hundred miles.

When they encounter small or medium-sized tribes, they attack separately. If they encounter a large tribe, they will unite and attack together.

The soldiers of the two camps were like two rollers dyed with red paint, drawing two long blood-red stripes on the green grassland.

Sometimes they intersect, sometimes they converge, and sometimes they separate for dozens of miles.

At first they only wandered around the west side of Mount Monkh, but soon they rushed deeper into the Uriankhai Palace.

Running without consequences, killing without consequences.

It doesn't matter if the horses are disabled. The thing the Wulianghu tribe has the most is war horses. They can replenish war horses from tribes large and small at any time. As long as people can hold on, they will not stop.

It was already late May, and they had already traveled more than 800 miles. In just seven days, they attacked a total of 12 Hu tribes, with a momentum comparable to that of Yang Zhengshan who attacked eight tribes in seven days.

However, when Yang Zhengshan raided eight tribes in seven days, those were all small and medium-sized tribes, and the tribe with the largest population had less than 10,000 people.

But now Yang Chengze and Yang Mingzhen have conquered a large tribe with a population of 20,000.

In terms of the number of people killed, they have far exceeded Yang Zhengshan's back then. Of course, at that time, Yang Zhengshan had only a thousand soldiers under his command, while now Yang Chengze and Yang Mingzhen have more than ten thousand soldiers under their command.

It's not easy to compare the two.

Anyway, no matter what, Yang Chengze and Yang Mingzhen have caused widespread panic in the heartland of the Wulianghu tribe.

The news continues to spread and the fear continues to spread.

May twenty-fourth.

Tang Wuxi received news from the rear at Dongque Pass.

"what?"

Tang Wuxi looked at his subordinates in shock and anger.

"Your Highness, Gu Riwen is gone!" said the subordinate with a bitter face.

"how is this possible?"

Tang Wuxi couldn't believe that Gu Riwen was a tribal land that was separated from their Chici tribe and was located in the northwest of Menghe City.

Gu Riwen has more than 20,000 people and is an important supplement to Menghe City. Menghe City has gathered too many people. Although the surrounding area can be cultivated, it is not suitable for grazing. Therefore, Tang Wuxi supported Gu Riwen as early as 20 years ago and allocated large tracts of grassland to Gu Riwen.

Gu Riwen's duty was to provide enough livestock, meat and furs to the city of Menghe.

But now Gu Riwen is gone?
This is definitely a huge loss for the Chici tribe.

Tang Wuxi may not care about those small and medium-sized tribes, but he cannot ignore the demise of Gu Riwen.

"Where do the enemies come from?"

"I don't know. According to the people who escaped, those people were wearing armor and looked like they were soldiers of Darong! And it's not just Gu Riwen. Before I came here, I had already received news of the destruction of six tribes!"

"Damn it!"

Tang Wuxi was furious. "Immediately ask Anduer to lead the warriors of Dongque Pass to find these Rong dogs for me!"

"Yes!" the man responded and immediately trotted out to pass on the message.

Tang Wuxi walked back and forth in the room, wondering where those Darong soldiers came from.

He first suspected the army of Chongshan Town at the exit of the mountain, but he quickly rejected this idea because he did not think that the army of Chongshan Town could cross the Menghe Mountain.

In his mind, there is only one passage to Menghe Mountain, and that is Menghe Mountain Que.

Not only did he think so, but the herdsmen on both sides of Mount Menghe also thought so.

Even though they have lived on both sides of the Menghe Mountain Que for decades, they do not have a deep understanding of the Menghe Mountain Que.

Herders will not go into the Menghe Mountains to graze, nor will they go deep into the mountains to cut firewood. Even if they go hunting, they will at most be active on the outskirts of the mountains.

Unless you are stupid, no one would run deep into Mount Menghe for no reason.

Well, the people of Zhou Lan's faction were a bit stupid. In order to find a passage, they wandered in Menghe Mountain for two or three years. What they found was not a road, but just mountains that could be crossed.

Let’s put it this way, some steep slopes can be crossed as long as you are willing to take risks, but herders and hunters will not take risks, and there is no need for them to take risks.

For the soldiers of the left and right camps, this road was also full of dangers, and hundreds of people rolled down the cliff.

Compared with the twelve thousand soldiers in the left and right camps, a hundred or so people may not seem to be a lot, but don't forget that the soldiers in the Zhenbiao Camp are the elite among the elite, and they are all warriors.

Even warriors may fall off the cliff, let alone ordinary people.

Therefore, the road taken by the left and right battalions cannot be called a road at all.

Tang Wuxi didn't think that the soldiers from Chongshan Town could cross Mount Menghe, so he thought that those soldiers from Dayong were from Beiyuan Town.

However, he couldn't understand why the soldiers from Beiyuan Town appeared on his side.

Well, now Tang Wuxi is a little confused.

Here, Yang Mingzhen and Yang Chengze have already started a massacre in the heartland of the Wulianghu tribe, while at the edge of the snowfield, the poor Yang Zhengshan is leading the soldiers of the front, middle and rear battalions and is struggling on the journey.

Their road is indeed much easier to travel than the one in Yangming Town. Most sections can be traveled on horseback, and only a small part requires dismounting and walking. There are neither steep cliffs nor rugged mountains. The only special thing is the endless coniferous forest.

The trees in the snowfield are mostly cold-resistant coniferous trees, including spruce, fir, larch, etc. Due to the lack of human activities in the snowfield, the forests in the snowfield are extremely vast, and many of them have grown for hundreds or even thousands of years.

These ancient trees form vast forests. Although their branches and leaves are not very lush and are mostly coniferous trees, these forests are pristine places with no human traces.

The most important thing is that this road is farther than Yang Zhengshan expected. According to the map Zhou Lan gave him, they only need to bypass Menghe Mountain, but in fact, Menghe Mountain goes deep into the snowfield.

They traveled more than 1,500 miles to the north, then more than 400 miles to the west, and then more than 500 miles to the south before they got out of the snowfield. Just to bypass Mount Menghe, they had walked more than 2,500 miles, which took them more than 20 days.

Fortunately, the snowfield in May is not very cold, the temperature is just relatively cool.

But he only brought enough dry food for ten days, so for the next ten days, they had to rely on killing horses to fill their stomachs.

By the time they walked out of the snowfield, they had killed more than three thousand war horses.

At this moment, Yang Zhengshan was looking at the lush green grassland, feeling a little dazed.

"Damn it! I've lived for decades, and this is the first time I've suffered such a great suffering!" Yang Zhengshan said somewhat depressed.

Yang Minghao stood behind him, looking disheveled, dirty, with a gray face and tangled hair. He looked like a beggar.

"Dad, let's find a place to rob some first. We're really tired of eating horse meat every day these days!"

Yang Minghao smacked his lips and felt his mouth was full of bad smell.

Not to mention people, even the war horses lost a lot of weight. Although the war horses could graze on grass and trees along the way, those grass and trees were no match for the carefully prepared fodder.

The fodder in the army is not all hay, it also includes beans, grains, salt, etc.

Especially salt. If war horses don’t eat salt, they will not have the strength to travel long distances or gallop at full speed.

At this time, the soldiers looked like beggars, the war horses looked listless, and even Hong Yun looked a little listless.

This was the result of Yang Zhengshan taking out a lot of spiritual spring water for them to drink. If there was no spiritual spring water, these horses would probably all turn into mules.

"Send the light cavalry to investigate the surroundings. If they find any tribes nearby, report here immediately!"

Yang Zhengshan also felt that it was time to rob some. They not only needed food and fodder, but also salt. Without salt, the warriors would not be able to hold on.

"Yes!"

Yang Minghao became excited and personally led the light cavalry to go out and investigate.

However, their luck did not seem to be very good. Yang Zhengshan rested in the same place for most of the afternoon, and thousands of light cavalry did not find a single tribe.

This is not surprising. After all, this is the edge of the snowfield and few tribes would settle here.

It was not until late at night that Yang Minghao rushed back, exhausted, and reported: "Found it, found it. There is a small tribe eighty miles to the southwest!"

Yang Zhengshan looked up at the dim night and said, "Let's take a rest for a night and set off again tomorrow!"

Today is May 30th, and there is only a thin crescent moon in the night sky, which is not suitable for traveling at night.

(End of this chapter)