The pork butcher is smoother than a pig butcher!

Chapter 199 Stealing a Home

At this time, there was still about half an hour before dawn.

Should we go back and slaughter a few hundred Tatars, or raid their stronghold?

Gan Minglan only pondered for a few seconds before decisively choosing the latter.

With her current hearing, she could naturally hear the movements of the Tatar army outside the city walls while reinforcing the defenses with camel thorns.

In order to capture the border town.

She had reason to believe that those hiding outside the city were the Tatar army's last trump card.

Therefore, there probably weren't many people left in the main tent to look after the warhorses and livestock!
Tsk tsk, this guy has been coveting the warhorses of the Mongolian steppe for a long time.

They wished they could steal everything from someone in one go.

Imagination is beautiful.

The real-world conditions are limited.

She needed to make room to steal the horses, and she also had to move out the two hundred grassland cattle that had been kept there for more than half a month.

However, this did not stump her.

Junma Mountain is a treasure trove of a mountain range.

She didn't have to spend too much effort to find a relatively secluded valley of pebbles and weeds.

The valley is surrounded by steep cliffs, and the only entrance is blocked by a huge rock.

If more vines grow in the open, this place will become a natural pasture that is hard for outsiders to find.

In order to keep the ranch where she would graze her cattle and horses, Gan Minglan planned to scatter dog rice grass seeds all over the valley.

Her mind raced, but her hands never stopped moving.

The valley pasture was completed in just fifteen minutes.

The grassland cattle, suddenly removed from the sacred tree space, stared wide-eyed.

What exactly is going on?

Were they driven out of the fairyland by the two-legged creatures?
Although the fairyland is a bit cramped, the food is absolutely amazing!
Finally, in the spring, we were able to enjoy the good life of eating grass whenever we wanted.

They cherish it.

Before I could recover from my disappointment, I caught a whiff of the familiar scent of herbal remedies.

Ah!
Have we arrived at another fairyland?

This new area has even more miraculous herbs, and the land is much more spacious.

The cattle on the grassland immediately calmed down.

They get up earlier than the chickens, but that doesn't affect their good appetite.

It happily wagged its tail and started munching away!
They were all cattle and horses from the grasslands, yet their fates were completely different.

During wartime, warhorses need to eat enough grass and fine grains every day to maintain their strength.

The nearby pastures have been almost completely grazed for several days, forcing the herders to move to more distant pastures to graze their horses, cattle, and fodder sheep.

The previous trapping of horses resulted in tens of thousands of warhorses having their legs broken.

The most severely wounded warhorses have died and were buried on the grassland by their owners.

at this time.

More than 10,000 warhorses with minor injuries were recuperating in a pasture about five miles from the main camp.

They said it was to recuperate from an injury.

What good medicinal herbs can be found in the northern desert?
The veterinarians' medical skills were only mediocre to begin with.

When treating warhorses with fractured thigh or shin bones, all they could do was use whatever was available on the spot.

Find some herbs that can reduce swelling and relieve pain, crush them, and apply them to the horse's wound.

Some of the warhorses' owners have already died in battle, while others are still on the battlefield.

With over ten thousand injured horses, it's impossible for a few veterinarians to come and change their dressings every day.

Aside from providing basic treatment for the first two days after the injury, I left it to fend for itself.

The injured horses' broken bones and tendons did not receive proper treatment. Poor blood circulation can cause swelling of the wounds, high fever, convulsions, and other symptoms.

The intense pain also affected their appetite.

They've only been injured for a few days, but they're already barely alive.

Seeing their miserable state, even Gan Minglan, the culprit who caused this situation, felt a pang of pity.

The fact that the Tatar army doctor couldn't handle the horse with its injured leg doesn't mean that this top-notch healing master is incompetent!
For her, this kind of external injury is the easiest to treat.

Hey, what could a horse have done wrong?

Their mistake was following the wrong master!
Observed for a while.

She discovered that the injured horses were located some distance from the Tatar headquarters.

The advantage is that she won't be easily discovered even if she steals a horse multiple times.

The downside is that she needs to be faster before dawn.

There is nothing we can do.

There are at least seven or eight thousand soldiers and logistics personnel remaining in the Tatar headquarters.

These people had horses and knives, and the surrounding area was a semi-desert environment.

If they run in different directions, she really can't kill them all in a short time.

Since it's a raid, stealthily taking the bait is the best strategy.

What she can utilize is naturally her own divine tree space.

The Shenmu Space, which is only three acres in size, is neither particularly large nor small.

It is also two thousand square meters in terms of area.

If you throw those two hundred cows in, they'll wander around on the grass under the sacred tree.

Since cattle are larger than horses, the space for a herd of cattle to move around appears increasingly cramped.

However, if it were warhorses that were injured and unable to run, and two thousand horses were crammed in at once, each horse would occupy an average of two square meters.

Okay, it's not crowded, it's not crowded!
Having calculated the spatial transport capacity, Gan Minglan then used the fastest speed she had ever seen to travel between the hidden valley and the Tatar headquarters.
Although the border town's defenses have been breached.

But with Gan Minglan as a divine assist.

The Tatar army that had fled into the territory of Bei was no match for the border troops of the three major border cities.

Especially after daybreak.

When news of the Tatar massacre reached nearby villages, even fifty-year-old women grabbed kitchen knives and went to the next village to kill Tatars.

The more than 20,000 vanguard troops who never received reinforcements met a gruesome end at the hands of the Five Guards of the Border City and the soldiers' households.

It's the same battle, but the difference between the home and away games is the presence of Captain Gan.

Outside the city of Xijing.

It took a whole night and hundreds of thunderbolts to finally breach the city wall of Xijing.

General Zhao suffered some minor injuries while commanding the troops this morning.

This band of refugees was far more difficult to deal with than he had imagined.

In terms of numbers, Po Jun had already surpassed a million troops several months ago.

Even though most of their forces have been sent out to seize territory, there are still hundreds of thousands left in their hometown.

Don't assume that opening the gates of Xijing City means victory in the war.

The Bei army rushed in as soon as it was light.

To everyone's surprise, the border town residents couldn't immediately tell whether those people dressed in civilian clothes were ordinary citizens or soldiers.

They weren't Tatars, so there was no such thing as massacring entire cities and killing civilians.

Those soldiers concealed their weapons and disguised themselves as ordinary civilians, only revealing their true identities when they got closer.

This caused the border troops considerable hardship.

It was also thanks to their consistent training that they were quick to dodge and counterattack.

After hearing his subordinates' report, General Zhao immediately issued an order: any adult male walking on the street wearing hemp shoes should be considered a Po Jun (a type of enemy soldier).
(End of this chapter)