Chapter 511

Cheng Qiu's defection tricked open the city gates of the four counties of Linqiang, Anyi, Poqiang, and Jincheng.

Except for Jincheng, the people of the three counties of Linqiang, Anyi, and Poqiang had basically been slaughtered by the Qiang tribe.

Fortunately, Yunwu County was not broken.

Otherwise, the entire Jincheng Commandery would have faced falling.

And Liang Hu and Cheng Qiu were both sinners through the ages.

"Ziyi is divine and brave; if it weren't for Ziyi, who in the world could guard Yunwu."

Yuan Shao sat on Duan Yu's left hand, holding a wine cup and toasting Duan Yu.

And Cao Cao sat on Duan Yu's right.

Duan Yu smiled and picked up the wine vessel, raising his cup to Cao Cao and Yuan Shao on his left and right.

"If it weren't for Benchu breaking Jincheng, if it weren't for Mengde breaking Poqiang, how could there be today's great victory; this great victory is the common credit of the three of us."

"Come, this cup, I toast Benchu, I toast Mengde."

Duan Yu stood up, looked at everyone below, and raised the wine vessel in his hand: "This cup, I toast everyone present!"

"I also toast Chen Yi, I toast Tian Yan, I toast the people of Linqiang, Anyi, Poqiang, and Jincheng who were killed by the Qiang tribe."

"I toast the soldiers who died defending Yunwu!"

After saying this, Duan Yu raised his cup and drank it all in one gulp.

The generals in the hall stood up one after another, raising their wine cups: "I toast the Lord!"

"I toast the General!"

After a cup of wine, everyone sat down.

In war, there is no one who doesn't die.

Even if there is no war, people will still die.

The dead are already dead, but the living must go on.

And the war had only just begun.

"What are Ziyi's plans next?" Yuan Shao looked at Duan Yu and asked:

"Now the main force of the Qiang tribe has been defeated, but their tribes have not perished; is Ziyi planning to strike while the iron is hot?"

Listening to Yuan Shao's words, Duan Yu nodded.

"But next, there should be no need to attack cities and seize land; the Xiqiang strongholds only need cavalry to advance."

"We didn't have much grain and fodder on this trip, so we must try to reduce the consumption of grain and fodder."

"So I decided that the infantry should return to Jixian first, and Benchu and Mengde and I will sweep away the Xiqiang tribes in Jincheng Commandery together."

Yuan Shao and Cao Cao both nodded excitedly after hearing this.

Duan Yu's gaze looked at the night sky outside the hall.

Although this battle had some twists and turns, Liang Hu's muddled move did indeed help him a lot.

Otherwise, he would have had to deal with the tribes one by one.

Now, it had saved a lot of trouble.

After three rounds of wine and five courses of food, the generals had all returned to their camps to rest.

Yuan Shao and Cao Cao, under the arrangement of the temporary County Lieutenant Guo Xian, also went to the Guo residence to stay temporarily.

Time flew by, and several days passed.

Outside Mucheng Valley.

A cavalry unit of less than two thousand people was outside the valley entrance on one side of the valley.

More than half a month ago, Beigong Boyu had been here once.

This was the gathering place of the Shaodang Qiang.

Every spring, the Shaodang Qiang would migrate here, spending the summer and autumn here.

It was not until winter that the Shaodang Qiang tribe would migrate.

Finding a place to avoid the cold of winter.

If it were previous years, Mucheng Valley would be a lively scene at this time.

After completing the autumn harvest, the Shaodang Qiang would hold a grand banquet before migrating to sacrifice to the autumn harvest of the year.

But more than half a month ago, the old king of the Shaodang Qiang took away most of the young and strong in the tribe.

Only a small number of young and strong were left to guard the tribe, and the rest were the old, weak, women, and children.

Without the young and strong, the speed and progress of the autumn harvest were much slower.

However, the Shaodang Qiang tribe in Mucheng Valley were also looking forward to it at the same time.

Looking forward to the men in the family bringing back enough spoils in this battle to make the family live better and more prosperously next year.

Early morning.

The Qiang people in Mucheng Valley started to prepare for a day of busyness, emerging from their respective tents.

They did not notice at all that a gaze filled with greed and murderous intent was watching the valley from afar.

Beigong Boyu rode on a black warhorse.

The beard on his face was messy, and his eye sockets were somewhat sunken.

Behind him were the Huangzhong volunteers who had escaped from Yunwu City.

From the three thousand men at the start of the departure.

To now, less than two thousand remained.

The scouts sent by the fleeing Beigong Boyu also saw the breached Huangshui River and the Xiqiang cavalry slaughtered by Duan Yu.

Everything proved that the Xiqiang were finished this time.

Fifty thousand young and strong, countless cattle and horses.

Those who could survive this time might be less than ten thousand.

But this was not what Beigong Boyu cared about.

The life and death of the Qiang people had nothing to do with him.

But he could not accept a panicked escape.

And he needed capital for a comeback.

Therefore, Beigong Boyu's gaze was fixed on the Qiang tribe that had no young and strong in the tribe.

Glancing at the Huangzhong volunteers behind him who had all changed into Han clothing.

Beigong Boyu drew the sword from his waist and pointed it at the Shaodang Qiang tribe in Mucheng Valley.

"Kill!"