Including Halegoh, several chiefs of the Sheng tribe knew very well: His Highness King Su in front of him could have ordered the army to change its route to avoid the ruins, but His Highness King Su did not.

The meaning is self-evident.

"After this war, I, Sanchuan, will become a vassal of Wei..."

Harlegoch held the horse's rein tightly with both hands and sighed sadly.

It is undeniable that the method used by His Royal Highness Prince Su in front of him to "recover" Sanchuan was relatively mild, but even so, Halegoch still felt a little unwilling.

But they have no choice but to give in. As Amutu, the leader of the Qingyang tribe, said, the only thing they can do now is to try to make the young people of their tribe remember the culture and traditions of their tribe during the period of being assimilated by Wei State.

, leave a legacy as much as possible.

Besides, what else can they do?

When they bit the "Weichuan Trade" bait thrown by the Wei State, they had already lost the confidence to resist the Wei State.

In a sense, after His Highness King Su defeated them with force, he used money and wealth to create a shackles, making them willing to be bound.

With a heavy heart, Halegoh and other chiefs of the Sheo tribe continued to follow Zhao Hongrun and the army towards the hinterland of Sanchuan.

As they went deeper and deeper into the hinterland of Sanchuan, the traces of massacre left by the Wei army were exposed to them one by one.

Even Zhao Hongrun was startled. Only then did he realize that the scene of scorched corpses in the ruins of the tribe was nothing at all.

For example, when they were passing through a forest, the branches of the forest were filled with corpses of Jie tribe cavalry hanging from ropes.

A group of croaking crows pecked these corpses until they were almost bone-white.

"Fortunately, I passed by it during the day. If I passed by it at night, I would be scared to death..."

Looking at the corpses that looked like hanging chrysalises in the forest from a distance, Zhao Hongrun frowned secretly.

But when he secretly looked at the leaders of the Sheang tribe in his team, he found that these people were not at all annoyed.

"What is going on? Is it because the other party is not a member of the Sheang tribe?"

A trace of confusion flashed in Zhao Hongrun's eyes.

It wasn't until he asked Lu Balong that he suddenly realized that there was a custom called "sky burial" on the grassland, which is to place the dead in a high place, such as the top of a mountain, and deliberately let the birds peck at it.

Eat corpses.

Prairie people believe that in this case, those flying birds will carry the soul of the deceased person and return the latter to the embrace of the plateau gods.

Because of this, this kind of intimidation method that seemed to make Wei people feel uncomfortable actually failed to scare Sichuan people.

"It seems that General Sima An didn't do his homework well..."

Zhao Hongrun secretly shook his head.

He originally thought that this was the only way Sima An could use it, but it turned out that he had misjudged Sima An's cruelty.

No, that afternoon, Zhao Hongrun saw a "Jingguan" along the way, which was a high tomb made of corpses and heads piled up and sealed with earth.

Looking at the densely packed corpses from a distance, especially those heads with dead eyes and expressions of despair, even Zhao Hongrun felt his stomach churn, but due to the majesty, he could only endure it forcefully.

The chiefs of the Sheang tribe, such as Halegohe, almost stared out of their eyes - they were also violent corpses. The cultural differences made them not mind birds pecking the corpses of corpse soldiers, but they could not bear the corpses of Sichuan warriors being killed.

Build a palace to show off your martial arts.

"It's a bit much, General Sima An..."

Zhao Hongrun thought secretly in his heart as he looked at the infiltrating Beijing Palace.

He had known for a long time that Sima An, the general of the Dangshan Army, was a man of massacre who was not inferior to the famous Qi general Tian Dan in terms of commanding troops and cruelty, but he did not expect that Sima An would build the corpses of Sichuan people into a Jingguan.

After all, "Jingguan", a thing that shows off martial arts, whether it should be called a building or something, has long since disappeared in the Central Plains, because it is so cruel that the people of the Central Plains can accept massacres of cities, but cannot accept Jingguan.

"Your Highness Prince Su, please allow me to bury him."

Halegoh, the leader of the Aries tribe, rode his horse and came to Zhao Hongrun, pleading with a complicated expression.

Although Zhao Hongrun also had some objections to the Jingguan built by Sima An, looking at the overall situation, he did not object to Sima An's violence. After all, there were indeed many people in Sanchuan who would not shed tears even if they saw the coffin. Sometimes

, cruelty is necessary, it can minimize casualties.

Thinking of this, Zhao Hongrun said lightly: "These people are rebels, Halegoh."

"Yes..." Listening to Zhao Hongrun's cold tone, Halegoh hesitated for a while and said sincerely: "Even so, these brave warriors should not be treated so cruelly. I beg you, Your Highness King Su."

Zhao Hongrun pretended to think for a moment, and finally nodded in agreement.

After all, in the final analysis, he didn't have a good feeling about this Beijing. It was so weird that it made his hair stand on end.

"For the sake of your sincere plea..."

"Thank you, His Highness King Su!" Halegoh said with a face of joy.

The army continued to move forward.

After marching like this for three to five days, they encountered many signs of deterrence deliberately left by the Wei army along the way, such as a forest full of hanging corpses, a "forest of spears" formed by poking corpses with spears, and even Zhao Hongrun felt creepy.

of Jingguan.

With Zhao Hongrun's approval, Halegoh would send people to bury the corpses every time.

But in the following days, the traces of Wei Jun's massacre of Sichuan tribes gradually became less and less. In fact, the army led by Zhao Hongrun even encountered a migrating tribe, and the tribesmen were protected like treasures.

Holding those two flags: a flag with the word "Wei" and a flag of the Sichuan-Long League.

"I heard that this tribe is planning to migrate to Chuanluo."

The Lun clan warrior who was sent to investigate the situation said this when he returned.

Zhao Hongrun nodded and didn't say anything else. When Halegoh and the other chiefs of the Yi tribe looked at the tribe, their faces looked much better - the Wei army was not killing them pointlessly after all.

But when they thought of the Sichuan people who were massacred by the Wei people, Halegoh and other clan leaders still felt quite uncomfortable.

In this regard, Zhao Hongrun just said lightly: "It is a pity that the tribes were destroyed, but there are actually more Sichuan people who can survive..."

Hallegoh thought for a while and felt that Zhao Hongrun's words were not without purpose.

After all, the harder Sima An killed him at the beginning, the more fearful the Sichuan people became, and they did not dare to fight with them. They had no choice but to surrender, and surrendering would save their lives. Based on this calculation, the population loss of Sichuan was indeed higher than that of these tribes.

There are far fewer Wusu tribes.

Sure enough, in the following days, when the army continued to advance towards the hinterland of Sanchuan, there were gradually no more tribal garrison destroyed by the Wei army. Some of the tribes that survived the massacre by the Wei vanguard army chose to move to Luocheng, and some

Some decided to continue living on the original land, but no matter what, these tribes kept the two flags intact and hung them high on the highest point of the tribe.

At this time, Lu Balong looked at the surrounding environment and said to Zhao Hongrun: "Your Highness, further ahead is the "Lushi", and it is getting late. It is better to repair here first so that the soldiers can regain their energy.

...Although the Flame Horn Army of the Wusu Tribe is not as good as our warriors, they should not be underestimated."

Zhao Hongrun raised his head and glanced at the sky, nodded and said, "Well, let's rest here today."

After hearing this, Lu Balong clasped his fists, and then ordered the few soldiers behind him: "Go to that tribe and ask the tribe leader to prepare food to entertain His Highness King Su."

The Lun warriors were about to leave as ordered, but Zhao Hongrun stopped them and said, "No need, I will rest in the army."

"This..." Lu Balon was stunned, looking a little hesitant.

As if he had guessed what Lu Balong was thinking, Zhao Hongrun shook his head, pointed at the two flags hanging high by the tribe in the distance, and said seriously: "Since this tribe has chosen to submit to Chuanluo and to me, the Wei Dynasty, then

In my eyes, they are no different from my people in the Wei Dynasty, and I have no reason to disturb them... Pass the order, and the entire army must not disturb this tribe. Anyone who disobeys the order will be killed!"

His words made the expressions of Halegoh and other Shei clan chiefs become even weirder.

But no matter what, they must admit that His Royal Highness King Su is a very principled person.

That night, Zhao Hongrun, like others in the coalition army, warmed himself by a bonfire and fell asleep wrapped in a sheepskin blanket.

Waiting for the next day, the 170,000-strong army left the place and continued to advance towards the Lushi grassland controlled by Wu Xu Wangting.

From the beginning to the end, the Wei and Luo coalition forces did not harm the tribe, and not a single soldier came to disturb the tribe. As a result, the tribesmen looked very surprised when they saw the 170,000 troops coming and leaving.

.

That day, when Zhao Hongrun led his army to the Lu family, he was surprised to find that the Wuxu tribe who originally lived here had actually moved away.

At this time, Zhao Hongrun also received news about the Qin Army and learned that the Qin Army garrison and Hangu had not even entered the hinterland of Sanchuan.

"What's going on? I feel like the Qin army is a bit weak this time, or..."

"Go and find out who is the commander of the Qin army this time!" Zhao Hongrun ordered the accompanying Qingya people.

After the Green Crows left, Zhao Hongrun frowned and looked in the direction of Hangu.

He was not afraid of fighting the Qin Army in a field battle on the Sanchuan grassland. After all, according to the information he knew, the Qin Army only dispatched hundreds of thousands of troops this time. Although he did not know its combat strength, it was inferior to the Wei and Luo coalition forces in terms of strength.

—a total of 220,000 troops.

What's more, the 220,000 troops of Wei and Luo's coalition forces, and 78,000 to 80,000 cavalry, Zhao Hongrun never thought that they would lose to the Qin army in a field battle.

However, the Qin army stationed in Hangu, intending to fight the Wei army there.

Is it because you learned from the mistakes you made last time?

Or does the Qin army have other plans?

Zhao Hongrun couldn't think of a reason. He just felt that the Qin army, whose battlefield momentum was not weaker than that of the Wei army, should not be so timid.

"A delaying tactic...?"
Chapter completed!