The First Few Qiang Were Massacred at Night, and My Xiliang Cavalry Went Crazy.

[Travel + Three Kingdoms + Struggle for Hegemony + Military + Cool Writing + Conquering Famous Generals] Meng Yuan became a Xiliang warrior in the fifth year of Zhongping, and the beginning was a night attack. Five thousand iron cavalry, with their hooves wrapped in their hooves, poured down from the high slope while the Qiang people were carousing. With a wave of the green dragon halberd, Ye Xian's head fell to the ground, and a large tribe of ten thousand people was destroyed overnight. He killed 9,700 enemies and captured tens of thousands of cattle and sheep, but only lost 300 of his own. The war was still going on, but a man covered in blood sat alone in a pile of corpses, with seventeen corpses of Qiang soldiers lying at his feet. "What's it called?" "Pound." Meng Yuan turned over and dismounted: "You have avenged your personal revenge. Do you want to avenge your country? Follow me and kill all the bastards." Pound knelt down on one knee and said, "I am willing to die for the general." Three hundred Han slaves were recruited on the spot, and Sima from other departments was directly sealed off. In front of the sand table in the tent, a scribe in blue shirt was deducing the overall situation. "My lord, the battle of Chencang is a chess game. The rebels are besieging the army with a hundred thousand soldiers. Huangfu Song and Dong Zhuo are struggling to hold on." "Give me five thousand cavalry, and they will go straight into the rebels' rear and cut off their food routes." "If we attack from both front and back, we can win in one battle." Meng Yuan looked at this middle-aged man with dull eyebrows: "What's your name?" "Jia Xu."