Kill Those Taller Than a Cartwheel

After tidying up their belongings and destroying any traces of their campsite, they set off again, moving to a new location.

"Captain, where are we going now?" Tang Yunshan asked.

"Where are we going?"

Sheng Huai'an looked back at the soldiers behind him.

The injured were recovering quickly thanks to the healing pills.

Wang Wu had successfully broken through to the late stage of the Martial Practitioner realm, and Tang Yunshan and Hai Dahe had also advanced to the Martial Practitioner realm.

The strength of the other soldiers had also improved.

Now that their strength had increased, it would be a waste not to go kill some enemies.

"Of course, we're going to kill enemies!" Sheng Huai'an said calmly, looking at the rising sun.

"Where should we kill?" Hai Dahe asked.

"This is Xiongnu territory, enemies are everywhere, where do you think we should kill?" Sheng Huai'an laughed, wondering if this guy had become stupid from cultivation.

They rode their horses and left in one direction.

Two and a half hours later, it was already noon, and a troop of Xiongnu Cavalry arrived at their campsite.

"Captain, there are traces of people having camped here. Although they tried to cover them up, it was very crude," a Xiongnu soldier said to the Xiongnu Cavalry captain.

"Can you tell when they left?" the Xiongnu Cavalry captain asked.

"Around this morning!"

"Damn it, these Wei people are so cunning, daring to venture deep into our grasslands." The cavalry captain was very angry.

Yesterday, he thought these Wei people had stolen their supplies and would try to return to Anning Pass. He went to intercept them, but it was a futile effort.

After wasting so much time, they finally found traces and pursued, only to find Sheng Huai'an's group had already left.

"Pursue them! We absolutely cannot let them cause trouble in our territory," the cavalry captain ordered them to continue the chase.

Sheng Huai'an and his men wandered the grasslands and encountered a small Xiongnu tribe.

Looking at the dozens of tents ahead, they saw only old people, children, and women herding livestock. There were no strong adult men to be seen.

The adult males of this small tribe had all been drafted to the battlefield.

"Captain!"

Tang Yunshan, Wang Wu, and the others looked at Sheng Huai'an, awaiting his orders.

"Hiss~"

The horse beneath Sheng Huai'an neighed, and he fell into a dilemma.

He had no qualms about killing Xiongnu enemies on the battlefield.

However, he hesitated to attack the old, women, and children.

After all, his mindset was different from Tang Yunshan's.

For Tang Yunshan and the others, they were all enemies anyway, so they had no burden in killing them.

Those Xiongnu children would grow up and take up swords to invade the south.

And those old women were herding livestock, supporting the men fighting on the front lines.

Wang Wu looked at Sheng Huai'an and said, "Forget it, let's go. We'll find other enemies."

Wang Wu knew that Sheng Huai'an was a scholar before. Scholars spoke of etiquette and education. Unlike them, who were rough and unrefined, it was indeed difficult for Sheng Huai'an to attack these old people, women, and children.

"Let's go, let's find the next tribe!" Sheng Huai'an finally said.

If there had been even two or three strong young men in this tribe, he would have ordered a charge.

Sheng Huai'an and his men rode away. The people in this tribe did not know that they had just narrowly escaped death.

Continuing forward, they encountered another Xiongnu tribe.

This tribe was not small, with over fifty young men remaining in the tribe, and the tribe had a population of over a thousand people.

Seeing that there were young men in this tribe, Sheng Huai'an did not hesitate to order a charge.

"Brothers, follow me!"

"Kill!!"

Over fifty cavalry charged towards the Xiongnu tribe.

The injured soldiers remained behind to guard the supplies and the packhorses carrying them.

Seeing the cavalry suddenly charge, the people of the Wumu Tribe stopped what they were doing and watched the charging cavalry.

As the cavalry approached, they saw that the uniforms of the cavalry were not from their tribe, nor were they Xiongnu Cavalry.

"Enemy attack!!" a young man shouted.

"Whoosh!"

An arrow pierced his body, and blood quickly stained his clothes. He stared blankly at the arrow that had gone through him before falling to the ground.

"Quick, enemy attack, mount up and fight!" Wumu Hun shouted, then quickly rushed to a warhorse, drew his saber, and charged towards Sheng Huai'an and his men.

The other able-bodied men also mounted their horses to meet the attack.

Every adult Xiongnu man was a warrior.

Sheng Huai'an was not idle during the charge; he nocked and shot arrows at the enemy.

The archers in the group did the same, charging forward while drawing their bows to shoot at the enemy.

However, the archers in Sheng Huai'an's group were not as skilled as him, with only a few occasionally hitting an enemy.

The charging Xiongnu also drew their bows and fired arrows in retaliation, but it was difficult to hit Sheng Huai'an and his charging party.

Cavalry, arriving like shadows and departing like the wind, were the most difficult to deal with.

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

With every arrow Sheng Huai'an shot, he killed a Xiongnu.

The young men left behind by the Wumu Tribe had only recently come of age and had never been on a battlefield.

Besides their riding skills, they had no combat experience.

Sheng Huai'an and his men, on the other hand, were battle-hardened veterans. Even if they didn't understand mounted combat, they were still far superior to these newly adult members of the Wumu Tribe.

Upon contact during the cavalry charge, Sheng Huai'an killed five or six riders.

His strength was immense; none of the youths from the Wumu Tribe could stand against him.

Wang Wu, Tang Yunshan, and Hai Dahe were also Martial Practitioners, and many of the Platoon Leaders were seasoned veterans who had been on the battlefield for a long time. Facing a group of green recruits was like slaughtering sheep.

After the first charge, out of about fifty young men from the Wumu Tribe, only about ten remained.

Sheng Huai'an and his men were all clad in armor and were veterans of many battles, with only some soldiers sustaining injuries.

"Kill!"

Sheng Huai'an turned his horse and continued the charge, not intending to let the remaining ten Xiongnu go.

The dozen or so young men from the Wumu Tribe did not flee for the sake of their tribe.

Their families were in the tribe, so they could only choose to fight to the death, with no other option.

The outcome was not in doubt; the dozen or so young Xiongnu from the Wumu Tribe were all killed by Sheng Huai'an and his men.

After killing the young men from the Wumu Tribe who were capable of resisting, Sheng Huai'an and his men turned their horses and charged into the tribe.

"Ah..."

The women and children in the Wumu Tribe were in a state of panic and chaos.

Some women, seeing their sons, brothers, or younger brothers killed, angrily charged at Sheng Huai'an and his men with knives.

Other women fled with their children, while some elders hid their grandchildren in haystacks.

Wang Wu, Tang Yunshan, and the others showed no mercy to the women who charged at them with knives, killing them one by one.

Sheng Huai'an watched with cold eyes, not stopping anyone who sought death.

To what extent was Sheng Huai'an still bound by the moral values of his past life?

Otherwise, not a single person from this tribe would have survived.

"Listen, anyone who dares to resist will be killed without mercy," Sheng Huai'an shouted with his qi.

"Gather everyone together. Anyone who resists will be killed."

Some who barely understood the Wei language heard Sheng Huai'an's shouts and hesitated before going to get their weapons to resist.

Those who didn't understand, or the women who had lost their sons, still angrily picked up their weapons to resist.

The result was rows of corpses falling.

After all those who resisted were dead, the remaining people, looking at the corpses on the ground and the blood staining the grassland, trembled uncontrollably.

At the same time, Sheng Huai'an saw anger and eyes full of hatred in the eyes of many children.

Sheng Huai'an smiled. Indeed, there was no right or wrong in war, only one's stance.

"Round everyone up," Sheng Huai'an ordered.

His soldiers quickly herded everyone together.

Sheng Huai'an looked at the people of the Wumu Tribe, who were being held together, their eyes filled with fear, resentment, and hostility.

Especially the half-grown children, who could not hide their angry and hostile gazes.

The women held their children in their arms, protecting them.

"All male children taller than the wheel of a cart, kill them!!"

Seeing those hateful and resentful eyes, Sheng Huai'an knew that being a saint was not an option.

Since so many people have already died, let's have a few more!

"Haha, I'll do it!"

Upon hearing Sheng Huai'an's order, Tang Yunshan immediately stepped forward to act as the executioner.

"I'll do it!"

Since he had decided to be the butcher, he might as well do it himself. This way, he could also gain Slaughter Value.

Tang Yunshan didn't argue and instead grabbed a young boy who looked to be fourteen or fifteen years old.

"Wuli guala, wuli guala!" the boy struggled desperately.

A woman also rushed out, hugging the child.

"Wula, wula..." the woman cried loudly, but she was held back by two soldiers.

Tang Yunshan kicked her to the ground and dragged the Wumu Tribe boy out.

Sheng Huai'an drew his saber, hardened his heart, and directly cut down the Wumu Tribe boy with a single stroke.

After killing the Xiongnu boy, whose eyes were filled with hatred and fear, Sheng Huai'an frowned slightly.

No Slaughter Value was generated!