391: Chapter 391 Zhang Liang Begins Attack on the Wolf-Wo ​​Tribe

When night fell, it was time for Wutu to indulge himself even more.

Every night, he would select several young and beautiful women to accompany him, indulging in carnal pleasures.

In his eyes, the Qihuo Army, composed of old men under Zhang Liang, was completely inconsequential; if they dared to rebel, he could easily suppress them with a mere flip of his hand.

Since that was the case, why worry so much? It was better to enjoy the present, drink a few more bowls of wine, and get intimate with a few more women.

As the days passed, Wutu remained immersed in a life of debauchery.

He paid no attention to Zhang Liang's Qihuo Army, and he gradually neglected the affairs of the tribe.

Primarily because it had started to snow in the Mobei region, the cattle and sheep were penned together, and the task of feeding the livestock did not require his involvement.

The other high-ranking members of the Langwo Tribe were all the same.

Although the sages had offered advice many times, the high-ranking members of the Langwo Tribe did not believe that Zhang Liang could accomplish anything with that group of old men.

Meanwhile, Zhang Liang was leading the Qihuo Army in day and night training, having them learn the shooting techniques of the Repeating Crossbow so that their arrows would be more accurate.

The arsenal was also a scene of busy activity.

Under assembly-line production, a large number of Repeating Crossbow parts were being manufactured.

After precision processing, they were assembled into complete Repeating Crossbows.

Once it was confirmed that they could be used normally, they were issued directly to the Qihuo Army.

While the high-ranking members of the Langwo Tribe remained unaware, the combat effectiveness of the Qihuo Army was growing at a rapid pace.

Zhang Liang was ambitious.

His goal was clear: he wanted to annex the Langwo Tribe.

Once he had annexed the Langwo Tribe and consolidated its strength, he would then see if there was an opportunity to launch a surprise attack on the Canglang Tribe.

Once he annexed the Canglang Tribe, it would mean that the copper and tin mines controlled by the Canglang Tribe would fall into his hands.

By then, they would obtain large amounts of copper and tin ore, allowing them to forge more Repeating Crossbows, thereby further expanding their influence.

If he could equip ten thousand cavalrymen with Repeating Crossbows, he would be a powerful force among the Commanders of Ten Thousand Cavalry.

By that time, Modu Chanyu would inevitably take notice of him.

As long as he could defeat other Commanders of Ten Thousand Cavalry to prove his strength.

At that time, Modu Chanyu would either mobilize his entire army to annihilate him or come to recruit him.

Zhang Liang believed that Modu Chanyu would recruit him.

Because they had the same enemy: Great Qin.

The weather was becoming colder and colder, and the biting cold wind, like a roaring beast, rampaged across the grasslands, sweeping over every inch of land.

Seeing that winter was about to fully arrive, Zhang Liang's eyes flashed with a sharp light.

The members of the Qihuo Army were all elderly to begin with, and under the ravages of this severe cold, their bodies had become increasingly fragile.

Many in the Qihuo Army had fallen ill due to the cold, with bursts of coughing and painful groans coming from them from time to time.

This made Zhang Liang realize that it was time to act.

Zhang Liang gathered the Qihuo Army once again. Standing on high ground, the cold wind whipped his clothes, making them flap loudly.

Below, the Qihuo Army stood weakly or supported one another, their gazes all fixed on Zhang Liang.

Zhang Liang's gaze was firm and sharp as he swept across every weathered face. He took a deep breath and began to speak, boosting the morale of everyone.

"Brothers!"

Zhang Liang's voice was firm and resonant, carrying far in the cold wind.

"Look at the heavens; it will not spare us just because we are pitiful. This severe cold is like a frigid blade, slowly cutting away our lives. If we do not act, we can only freeze to death, dying in this frozen wasteland, silently, with no one knowing!"

The Qihuo Army listened quietly, expressions of helplessness appearing on their faces; they knew well that what Zhang Liang said was not false.

The living environment in the Mobei region was far worse than in Great Qin.

It was not strange for some old men to die in the winter.

The most terrifying thing was that if the wind and snow blowing from the Siberia region were too heavy, often an entire Xiongnu Tribe in the Mobei region, including people and herds of cattle and horses, would be frozen to death.

This was also an important reason why the Xiongnu people would risk their lives to head south.

No matter how cold the north of Great Qin was, it could not be colder than the Mobei region.

Zhang Liang clenched his fist and raised it high, saying passionately, "Why are we called the Qihuo Army? Because we want to survive! To survive, we will risk our lives to kill those who do not let us live!"

"We must carve out a path to survival for ourselves!"

Zhang Liang's voice became increasingly impassioned, and his eyes burned with a fiery flame.

The old men below were deeply moved by Zhang Liang's words, and the desire to fight gradually ignited in their eyes.

A grey-haired Xiongnu old man gripped the Repeating Crossbow in his hands tightly and shouted, "Yes! We must carve out a path to survival and fight for our existence!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

More and more people responded, their voices merging together like peals of thunder, echoing continuously.

Everyone in the Qihuo Army had their desire to fight stirred up; their eyes were filled with determination and resolve, and everyone's will was firm.

Driven by the severe cold, Zhang Liang's words were like a torch in the darkness, igniting the fighting spirit of everyone in the Qihuo Army.

They knew that this battle was for survival, for their shared hope to live on.

And at this moment, they were ready; even if there were mountains of blades and seas of fire ahead, they would charge forward without hesitation to carve out a bloody path for themselves.

That day, a sudden heavy snow sealed the sky, and goose-feather-like snowflakes drifted down, as if the entire world were covered by a white curtain.

The gale raged, carrying snowflakes with it, and the temperature dropped sharply, soon falling to over ten degrees below zero.

Zhang Liang looked at the snow-filled sky, his eyes flashing with a cold light.

He knew well that although this harsh weather was a huge challenge for his own side, it was an even better opportunity.

With the heavy snow sealing the roads, it would be as difficult as ascending to heaven for other tribes allied with the Langwo Tribe to come and offer assistance.

The roads were buried under thick snow, making it difficult for men and horses to pass; this undoubtedly provided a natural barrier for them to attack the main camp of the Langwo Tribe, greatly reducing the risk of being attacked from both front and rear.

Thus, Zhang Liang decisively decided to choose this moment to act.

He quickly gathered the Qihuo Army and issued combat orders.

Although the old men looked haggard, their eyes revealed determination; they gripped the Repeating Crossbows in their hands, listening to Zhang Liang's arrangements for them.

Meanwhile, within the Langwo Tribe, the sages all sensed a trace of an unusual atmosphere.

Worried, they went to find Wutu again and said with serious faces, "Leader, recently we have heard that Zhang Liang's Qihuo Army is restless. Now that the heavy snow has sealed the sky, although the weather is harsh, it could also become an opportunity for them to launch a surprise attack. We must be on guard against them!"

Wutu, however, remained dismissive. He waved his hand indifferently and laughed, saying, "You are all too timid. Relying on that group of exhausted old men? What kind of waves can they make? And where would they get the guts to attack us? Stop worrying about groundless fears here."

Seeing Wutu underestimate the enemy so much, the sages sighed inwardly.

They knew Wutu's stubbornness well; saying more would be useless, so they could only prepare themselves.

They acted quickly, relying on the prestige and connections they had accumulated in the tribe over many years to run around and gather manpower.

With their influence, they eventually gathered five or six hundred men to act as axemen.

These men held curved blades and axes, setting up ambushes inside the felt tents to protect the safety of the tribe's high-ranking members.

After making preparations, the sages felt a little more at ease.

They thought that with this manpower, they should be able to withstand the attack of the Qihuo Army.

After all, in their perception, that group of Qihuo Army were all aged, exhausted old men; how much combat effectiveness could they have?

Five or six hundred tribal warriors were enough.

Winter in the Mobei region grew dark quickly, a pitch-black expanse that gave people a strong sense of oppression.

Zhang Liang led the Qihuo Army, struggling forward in the wind and snow.

The old men supported one another, stepping deep and shallow on the snow, the cold wind cutting their faces like knives.

When they quietly approached the Langwo Tribe camp, the surroundings were silent, with only the whistling of the wind and snow.

Because the weather was too cold, there were not even any guards.

Everyone was huddled inside the felt tents, avoiding the wind and snow.

At Zhang Liang's order, the Qihuo Army moved quickly like ghosts.

They carried lamp oil on their bodies and poured it onto the felt tents.