The fire was burning brightly and lighting up the night sky.
Countless people frantically fetched water from the river to put out the fire, but once the fire was blown by the wind, the little water poured on it was of little use. They simply threw away the water bags and rushed into the yurt to carry daily items. The scene became a mess.
"嘡嘡嘡!"
Suddenly, a rapid warning sound sounded, sharp and ear-piercing.
A large army roared in, looking like a death-killing god under the moonlight.
The Turks were so angry that they stopped moving their things and mounted their horses one after another. Some even roared: "When the enemy attacks, mount your horses, pick up your swords, and go kill them all to protect your tribe and take revenge!"
"Protect the tribe and take revenge!"
Countless men roared and jumped on their horses, then rushed out of the tribe.
Soon, the number of people gathered increased. The Turks mounted their horses to serve as soldiers and dismounted to serve as people. They did not have a standing army. Once necessary, they could fight, regardless of gender.
Countless people rushed out of the tribe's gate and launched a counter-charge towards the oncoming team.
It was the special force that came over. In Luo Ying's world, the special force was a group that was particularly good at fighting. They took the lead, staring ahead with eyes as bright as a tiger's eye, a hint of disdain on the corner of his mouth, and pointed his sword forward.
, shouted: "Brothers, the previous ambush battle was just a child's play, take them down and show off the majesty of our special forces!"
"kill!"
The people behind him roared angrily, their morale was like a rainbow, and the Mo Dao in their hands reflected the moonlight, eerie and cold.
The Mo Dao is about three meters long, has a long handle, and needs to be held with both hands. The sword is also very long, with blades on both sides. It can chop, chop, tease, burn, and can also be used as a spear for stabbing. It can be called a battlefield weapon and is not light in weight.
Most people can't swing it at all, but for people in the special operations group, the weight is just right.
The two teams quickly collided with each other. Luo Ying Mo Dao struck out like lightning, using Mo Dao's advantage to easily stab one person to death. With a flick of his arm, he threw the person away, damaging one person and knocking him over.
Easily chop down one person, his movements are crisp and clean.
Others also rushed in with their long knives pointed forward. They were too long. The knives in the hands of the Turks were only about two feet long. They could not reach their opponents before they were assassinated. Many people wanted to chop Mo Dao away, but the special forces training
The technique of Guo Mo's sword fighting on horseback is mainly based on stabbing, that is, quickly draw out the sword, quickly retract the sword, and then stab out.
Seeing the Turks slashing, everyone quickly sheathed their knives and avoided the slashing. Some people were even not afraid of the slashing at all. They relied on the power of their swords to stab the person directly and kill him.
The swords were as long as a forest, and the swallows were like poisonous snakes. Wherever the Turks could stop them, a large piece fell down in an instant.
The Mo Dao was originally a great weapon for infantry against cavalry. One strike of the sword would destroy both men and horses. However, when used in cavalry combat, as long as you have enough strength, you can retract the sword, draw the sword, retract the sword, and stab with one simple move, but no one will be killed.
Can stop it.
Luo Ying kept taking out the sword, and he didn't know how many he killed. He shouted happily, and suddenly he felt that there was no one in front of him. When he looked back, his brothers followed him and killed him. The Mo sword was fierce and murderous.
Leaving corpses and wailing wounded Turkic soldiers all over the ground, he was immediately overjoyed that none of his troops were dead.
At this time, another team of several hundred people rushed out from the tribe, wearing leather armor and surrounded by several elders. They looked different at first sight. Luo Ying guessed that they were the leaders of the tribe and shouted excitedly.
Said: "Brothers, rush forward and kill them all!"
"kill!"
Everyone echoed in unison, filled with murderous intent.
"kill!"
Not to be outdone, the attackers charged forward with swords waving.
The two teams were like two surging torrents, colliding hard together, blood spattered, and looked like blooming flowers of death in the moonlight, evil, cold, and terrifying.
Luo Ying killed several people in one go, until they were all covered in blood. Mo Dao turned into a bloody knife, and he clamped his legs together. The man and horse merged into one, and they rushed forward like a life-killing Shura.
"It's not other tribes who are here to attack. Who are you?" A man rushed up, holding a horse spear.
The horse is the favorite weapon of the Central Plains war generals. The Turks of the steppe cannot make it. It is obviously snatched from the Tang Dynasty. There is the blood of the people of the Tang Dynasty on its hands. Luo Ying stared angrily and shouted: "I will kill you."
people!"
"Arrogant, I'll kill you." The other party was so angry that Ma Shan stabbed him violently.
Luo Ying went forward without showing any signs of weakness. He easily avoided the assassination with his body side, and Mo Dao slashed forward.
The opponent was so frightened that he quickly returned to defense and tried to block Mo Dao.
"Crack!" With a sound, the sharp edge of the Mo Dao cut off the horse.
Except for the gun head, the Ma Shan is made of hardwood, unlike the Mo Dao, which is entirely made of steel.
Luo Ying was a martial arts idiot of the first generation, and his strange strength was only slightly worse than Xue Rengui's. The power of Mo Dao's attack was not reduced, and the opponent was so frightened that he quickly abandoned his horse and rolled to the ground. The sharp Mo Dao slashed on the horse's back and sank into it.
The war horses stung, screamed and jumped around, trampling on the people who landed, and ran away like crazy.
"Ah!" The other party let out a heart-rending scream and had several ribs broken.
Luo Ying Mo's knife stabbed the opponent fiercely, killing the opponent with one blow. He looked at one of them with a cold look and shouted: "Are you the leader of the tribe?"
"Aren't you Turks?" the other party asked in unskilled Tang language.
"Let your people surrender, otherwise they will all be killed and the begging tribe will be wiped out from now on." Luo Ying shouted coldly, full of domineering.
The other party looked around. Hundreds of elite guards had been killed, and there were not many tribesmen left. If they continued to kill, the tribe would really be wiped out. His face turned pale, but he said unwillingly: "Sneak attack on my begging department, the great Qiemo
The king will definitely avenge us."
Many Turkic tribes lived along the Qiemo River. They respected the Qiemo King in the lower reaches of the Qiemo River and established the Qiemo Kingdom City to rule the four directions.
Luo Ying was extremely brave, but no matter what the Qiemo Kingdom was, if it wasn't for the purpose of obtaining information, he would not let the opponent surrender at all, and directly kill him. Seeing the opponent's refusal, he impatiently raised the Mo Dao, with murderous intent, and shouted coldly: "Finally
One chance, surrender, or die!"
The strong murderous intention is domineering and decisive!
Sensing Luo Ying's cruelty, the other party panicked and said quickly: "The Begging Department can surrender, but you promise not to kill anyone else and to treat my people well."
"You are my subject now, go to hell." Luo Ying slashed with his knife impatiently.
"Wait a minute, I surrender, surrender!" the other party shouted in fright.
Mo Dao stopped just a few inches away from the opponent's neck, and the cold and sharp sword wind was frightening.
The opponent was so frightened that he broke out in cold sweat. After Luo Ying put away the knife, he quickly shouted in Turkic language: "Warriors, put down the knife in your hands, all for the sake of survival and reproduction."
"No--"
Many people roared angrily and continued to charge, but without exception, they were all killed.
Everyone was shocked by the terrifying fighting power and ferocious methods of the special forces, and after the leader gave the order, they all dropped their weapons and looked back at the tribe and their families. Their eyes were full of despair and helplessness. The Turkic tribes were annexing each other.
It happens. If you lose, you lose together. Everyone is used to it and some accept their fate.
Luo Ying would not be used to it, and shouted: "Brothers, keep a close eye, anyone who dares to resist will be shot to death!"
"Obey the order!" Everyone accepted the order with a roar.
Luo Ying pointed to an open area and continued to shout to the tribal leader: "Let your people put down their weapons and gather there, squat down, hold their heads, and wait for treatment. If anyone dares to move, kill them all. Go quickly."
The tribal leader did not dare to resist anymore and quickly issued the order in Turkic language. The Turks looked at each other and slowly walked in the designated direction, desperate and helpless.
At this time, a soldier came over and said quickly: "Captain, the young master is back."
"Where?" Luo Ying was overjoyed, but worried about how to deal with it later.
Soon, a team came from behind, led by Qin Huaidao.
Qin Huaidao didn't expect that the special battle group would kill so fast and fiercely. He was overjoyed that he had succeeded. He signaled Lin Ping to take others to support another group of people. Even the Guards Battalion followed him to supervise, and one man and one horse came to Luoying.
around.
"Uncle, this is the leader of the tribe." Luo Ying said quickly.
"Where's the interpreter?"
"No need for an interpreter, this guy can speak some Tang dialect."
Qin Huaidao looked at each other, then looked at the captives who were staying calmly. He felt a little emotional in his heart and said softly: "There are two animals on the grassland, wolves and sheep. I heard that the Turks are as ferocious as wolves and plunder everywhere, but in order to reproduce the tribe, they will
As docile as a lamb, willing to be a slave, would you jump out and bite your master to death when you have the chance?" As he spoke, he looked at the tribal leader coldly, with murderous intent bursting out.