Chapter 217 Grassland 2

After the order was issued, Jiang Lang waved his hand and shouted: "Go away!"

After saying that, with his legs clamped, the war horse immediately ran forward, and the two thousand cavalry behind him followed closely behind him. The momentum of the two thousand cavalry running towards him was naturally extraordinary, and the rumbling sound of horse hooves quickly spread throughout the grassland.

After climbing over a small mound, a tribe appeared in front of Jiang Lang and others. As the subordinate said, this tribe can accommodate nearly a thousand people, and outside the tribe, there are countless cattle and sheep, and many people are grazing outside.

After looking at the tribe with a glance, Jiang Lang immediately ordered in a deep voice: "Immediately surround the entire tribe, and then gather all the men, women, young and old for me, and at the same time gather their horses, let us take them away together. Remember, you cannot let any of them leave!"

"yes!"

Sun Yuanbiao, who was on the other side, immediately agreed and sent an order to the lower party. At the same time, Jiang Lang turned his head and asked, "General Liao, how about this?"

General Liao nodded. It is indeed the best way to gather everyone together, so that no one can escape. As for taking their horses, it can also delay their sending of letters. After all, if this lonely army goes deeper, it will not be fun to catch up with by the thorned man. If a person who loses everyone will have to hate him.

After obtaining General Liao's approval, Jiang Lang nodded to Sun Yuanbiao, and then the two sides separated eight hundred and were

So, nearly 1,600 of the two thousand men were divided into two groups, each with 800 people, surrounding the tribe. Jiang Lang and General Liao rushed directly from the front with the remaining men.

The movements of nearly two thousand people had already alarmed the tile people in the tribe. Many people came out of their tents to see what was going on. However, when they saw that the person coming was not a cavalry that was hit by the tile, their faces changed drastically. When they saw that they were surrounded by others, they even looked panic on their faces.

The tribe of more than 1,000 people was not very big. The cavalry of 1,600 people quickly surrounded them. According to Jianglang's wishes, the encirclement gradually contracted, and then began to drive these herders from door to door to Jianglang to concentrate.

Of course, some people resisted during this process, but with orders above, the soldiers would certainly not kill them. However, when they thought that the people of the Ming Dynasty were called by these thorns as animals, these soldiers were somewhat angry, especially those of General Liao. The attacks were inevitably heavier. Although they would not take other people's lives, they would inevitably have to lie on the bed for a while. However, relatively speaking, Jianglang's thousand people were much more restrained. Faced with those who resisted, they could easily subdue them. Jianglang taught them how to subdue people with bare hands. And compared with other cavalry, Jianglang's thousand people had a lot of strength under his "torture" for nearly half a year. It was as simple as subduing these women and children who resisted, so that they could not move, but would not hurt them.

As these soldiers shrink the encirclement, the entire camp suddenly became chaotic, screaming and muffled groans. Fortunately, these soldiers were still able to control them and did not hurt their lives.

Jiang Lang rode quietly on the horse, looking at everything in front of him coldly, without hurting the lives of these people. Now it is his greatest limit. Although this place belongs to China's territory hundreds of years later, they are still hostile countries with the Ming Dynasty, especially now the two sides are fighting. As General Liao said, once the soldiers of the Watstu attacked the city of the Ming Dynasty, they would not have been kind to the people of the Ming Dynasty inside, burning, killing, looting, and doing everything. Now he asked the Ming army to only subdue these Watstu herders, which was the highest requirement for the Ming soldiers.

Without much time, the herdsmen of the thorns were concentrated in front of Jianglang. There were not many adult men, and they were subdued by cavalry when they contracted and surrounded. Many people were humming there. It seemed that these cavalry did not show much mercy when they started.

Seeing this, Jiang Lang couldn't help but frowned slightly, and then said aloud: "Who among you is the patriarch?"

Most of these tribes are gathered together because of blood ties, and the oldest among them will become the patriarch because he has the richest experience.

"I am the patriarch!"

An old voice recalled, and then an old man came out of the crowd, with a cane in his hand, and next to him was a young girl supporting him. The old man seemed to be old and walked a little trembling, but from his figure, Jiang Lang could also see that he must be an outstanding warrior.

After the old man walked out, he asked: "Guests from afar, I don't know where you came from, and why did you treat my tribe so rudely?"

“We are not guests!”

Jiang Lang interrupted him coldly and said, "We are the army of the Ming Dynasty, and we are naturally from the Ming Dynasty. We are not here today, but for the sake of supply. If you cooperate, we will naturally not make things difficult for you. If you do not cooperate, then we will naturally not be polite! We will use the original actions of your thorn soldiers to the people of the Ming Dynasty on you!"

People who have been through the battlefield naturally have a murderous aura, and Jiang Lang has a more terrifying aura. Now he is sank, and these words are as cold as a cold winter night. Even though this old man was once an outstanding soldier, he still couldn't help but take a small step back.

"What are you crazy about? If you have the guts, compete with us!"

Perhaps Jiang Lang felt too depressing, and a young man among the herdsmen couldn't help but shout.

Jiang Lang's face darkened, and then slapped the saddle. The longbow that was originally hanging by the saddle suddenly bounced up. Jiang Lang grabbed it from left to right, then quickly put up a feather arrow in his right hand, opened the bow and shot the arrow, and a light sound. Before the young man could react, the arrow was nailed tremblingly inch in front of his feet, swaying the tail of the arrow slightly, and the whole movement was done in one go without any extra. As for the young man, he looked at Jiang Lang with a pale face. Although he was full of resentment and wanted to speak several times, he still didn't say it out. Jiang Lang gave him a very great sense of oppression, so that he believed that if he was really saying something, the man would definitely take his life.

"If you are talking nonsense, the next time I will want your life!"

Jiang Lang said coldly, then looked at the patriarch here, put the longbow across Ma'anshan, and said coldly: "You have no choice now. The power of life and death of your and your tribe members is in my hands. Those who follow me will prosper, and those who go against me will perish. I hope you will consider eliminating it! I don't mind killing you all and slowly looking for what we want, and you don't have to expect someone to save you!"

After saying that, Jiang Lang waved his hand and said coldly: "Prepare!"

The soldiers behind Jianglang dispersed at this time and pulled their bows and arrows one after another. Snow-slim shoulders shone with cold light in the sun. If Jianglang ordered an arrow, they would let go without hesitation.

Jiang Lang, who had a cold face, felt a little funny now. This situation seemed to be only available in TV series. The people who did this were undoubtedly the bad guys that the audience thought, but they did not expect that they also became a bad guy today. However, if they thought that if they were not the bad guy, the supplies of these thousands of soldiers would become a problem. They were relieved at the moment. In the eyes of soldiers, this should be done very much. The so-called good or bad is just a different angle!

"You are the devil!"

The young girl who was holding the old man rebuked angrily.

"What did you say?"

Jiang Lang didn't say anything, but Sun Yuanbiao said, and took a step forward with a big stride, looked at the girl fiercely, and then pulled out the knife with a choke.

The girl's face turned pale and she was so scared that she took a step back.

Seeing this, the old patriarch hurriedly accompanied him and said, "General, please calm down. She is ignorant. Please don't be as knowledgeable as her. We agree to all your requests, as long as you don't make things difficult for my tribe members!"

"return!"

Jiang Lang shouted, and then said to the old patriarch: "I have no intention of hurting your tribe. As long as you do as I ask, don't think of any tricks. Before your reinforcements arrive, I will let you all meet the King of Hell. Don't think I will be ruthless!"

After saying that, Jiang Lang looked at the girl and said, "I might as well tell you that in the Ming Dynasty, as long as you pass by the towns that your thorn army passes, a girl of such an age as you will end up miserable. Don't force me to ask my soldiers to do the same thing, so it's best to shut your mouth!"

The girl naturally understood what the same thing meant. Her face changed pale at the moment. She grabbed the old patriarch's arm tightly and looked at Jiang Lang with fear that she had frost on the horse's back.

After threatening the little girl, Jiang Lang looked at the patriarch again and said, "Every family goes back and takes out all the food in your house, and then cooks it for me. The remaining people stay where they are, and don't move around! Did you hear it?"

"I heard it, I heard it!"
Chapter completed!