Ten people stepped forward side by side, attacking at the same time, slashing in the same manner, with uniform movements. The sharp blade of the three-meter-long Mo Dao carried the aura of killing everything. The sword's light was fierce and powerful, like a meteor.
The Turks fought with bravery, ruthlessness, and no understanding of battle formations. They rushed forward in a swarm with great momentum, but they had no formation or coordination, and the weapons in their hands were no more than two feet long, so they could not stop them.
"Puff puff!"
There were sounds of flesh and blood being torn apart by metal, accompanied by screams.
In the blink of an eye, ten people were lying on the ground. Without waiting for the Turks to react, Mo Dao counterattacked and chopped down ten more people. Then, Mo Dao continued to flip over, and so on, slashing left and right like a windmill spinning, crushing all the way.
Go up.
An inch long, an inch strong.
What's more, the Mo Dao is three meters long, which is much longer than the Turks' weapons. In addition, the ten captains are powerful and skilled in sword skills. No one can stop them if they dare to fight and charge.
In the blink of an eye, dozens of people were lying on the ground.
The horrific killing methods shocked the Turks, and they were all a little confused.
I don't know who yelled something, but the Turks who were fighting quickly dispersed, circled on both sides, and instantly surrounded the ten people. In this way, they were attacked from both sides, and the danger greatly increased.
Luo Ying was not afraid of the situation at all. He snorted coldly and shouted: "Round formation."
The ten people quickly dispersed, and the one-character formation turned into a round formation in an instant. Back to back, everyone still only had to face the enemy in front. They handed their backs to their brothers, and the swords flew, reflecting the moonlight, and the cold,
Cold and severe.
Not to be outdone, the Turks swarmed forward with great ferocity.
But in front of the more powerful Mo Dao, being ferocious was in vain. In the blink of an eye, there were more than twenty corpses lying on the ground. The Turks became red-eyed and rushed and beat them unwillingly. Some people began to fire arrows.
Luo Ying knocked away an arrow with his sword and was not angry. Cold arrows are also a way of fighting. There was nothing to complain about. He quickly glanced at the remaining dozens of people and found that there was nothing to worry about. He shouted: "Disperse!"
The ten people rushed forward quickly, abandoning the circle formation and fighting alone. The Mo Dao spun quickly, crushing them forward like a meat grinder. No one could stop them. The ground was covered with broken limbs and flesh, and blood spattered.
Luo Ying hacked to death the last person he could see in front of him. Looking around the whole place, he saw that all one hundred people had been killed. He suddenly became so proud that Mo Dao paused and shouted: "Who else is dissatisfied?"
Domineering, arrogant, unruly!
The Turks were shocked by this terrifying killing method, their expressions changed greatly, and they instinctively took two steps back, fearing that the terrifying Mo Dao would strike down.
"Who else?" Luo Ying was full of momentum and his eyes were cold and stern.
The Turks retreated again and were all frightened by the killing.
Ten people can kill a hundred people lightly, and it only takes a few dozen breaths. This kind of killing method is unheard of. Wouldn't it be a killing?
The shaman also looked at Luo Ying with shock on his face. His body was shaking. He was suppressed by this terrifying method. Ten people could kill a hundred people. The opponent had more than 500 people. Couldn't he easily kill more than 5,000 people?
?This is still a simple algorithm. In fact, once more than five hundred Mo Dao join forces, no matter how many people there are, they can stop it.
"Do you accept it?" Luo Ying locked his stern eyes on the shaman, ready to continue fighting if they disagreed. In this battle, Luo Ying showed his confidence and pride.
If you obey, you surrender.
If you don’t accept it, you will be killed!
The shaman's face kept changing, and he felt unwilling to do so. He turned around and looked at the clan elders and chiefs around him. Everyone had ugly expressions. No one wanted to surrender and become a slave. But if he didn't surrender, he would die or even be exterminated.
A man said: "Master Shaman, in order to reproduce, we have no choice. Besides, it is not bad to seek refuge with the strong. At least life will be easier in the future. Anyway, my king sent a conscription order and wanted us to be cannon fodder. It is better to seek refuge with them."
You may not be able to escape disaster."
"That's right, if we don't take refuge with them, we will all die. Without us, the tribe will perish. What's more, I want us to be cannon fodder, and everyone on the left and right will die. It's better to take refuge with them. Since these people want to recruit us, they definitely won't
It will make us die easily, all for the sake of reproduction."
"Everything is for reproduction." A few more people praised.
Everyone was speaking in Turkic dialect. Luo Ying couldn't understand it and looked at the interpreter.
Without waiting for the interpreter to translate, the shaman took the initiative and said: "We surrender, what do you want to do?"
Seeing them admitting defeat, Luo Ying was relieved, but he didn't know what to do next. Thinking of Qin Huaidao's method of recruiting the begging corps, he had some ideas in his mind and said: "The young and strong men put down their weapons and gathered together to wait. The others
People are not allowed to come out after returning to their respective yurts, otherwise they will be killed without mercy."
The shaman was not sure what Luo Ying wanted to do, but he knew that he had no bargaining chips, so he could only obey. He immediately spoke to everyone in Turkic language for a while. Many people shouted something, as if they were dissatisfied, but the shaman reprimanded him a few words.
Several clan elders and chiefs also came out to say something, as if to comfort them.
Luo Ying was worried about fraud and looked at the interpreter.
The interpreter quickly whispered: "Sir, they are persuading the tribesmen. Everyone is a little dissatisfied and wants to fight to the death. The shaman said that you are a strong man, and only by following the strong can you live a better life in the future. The Turks respect the strong, which is also a loss.
Your Excellency is so powerful that ten people can easily kill a hundred people and shock them, otherwise I don’t know what will happen.”
Luo Ying nodded, as long as he was persuading, not urging, he made a series of tactical sign language to signal everyone to be careful and to fight out if necessary.
After a while, the shaman seemed to have convinced everyone.
The Turkic men put down their weapons and gathered in an open area, while the others returned to their yurts to wait for processing. Luo Ying secretly breathed a sigh of relief and said to the shaman: "You will be glad for your choice today."
"Can you tell me your identity now?" the shaman asked with a grimace.
"Not yet!"
Luo Ying bluntly refused, mainly because he didn't know how Qin Huaidao would deal with this tribe. This operation was carried out quietly and was not reported. If he lost, he would not know how to explain it to Qin Huaidao. Fortunately, it went smoothly. He added: "You guys
There are many Tang slaves in the tribe, right?"
"There are more than a thousand men and women together."
"Go and call all the slaves here." Luo Ying said.
The shaman didn't know why, but he thought that the other party might be from Tang Dynasty, and it was not surprising that he wanted to free the slaves of Tang Dynasty. He gave a few instructions to a man, and the other man nodded in agreement. The soldier who controlled the other man looked at Luo Ying, and Luo Ying said: "Keep him safe.
In the past, if there was anything wrong, I would kill him directly."
"Understood." The other party agreed and escorted the person forward.
Luo Ying looked at the women: "Ladies, can you help me go and take a look, so that no one is left behind."
"Okay, let's go!" Several women helped each other get up and followed.
They were all slaves in the same tribe, so they were naturally familiar with the situation. With these women identifying them, no one would be missed.
After waiting for a while, a large number of slaves came over, both men and women. The men were haggard and stooped, which was caused by heavy physical work at first glance. The women were as pale as a vegetable and walked hobbled, as if their souls had been extracted and were about to run out of oil. Everyone
He looked at Luo Ying and others blankly.
Luo Ying couldn't bear it, but didn't know how to persuade him, so he decided to imitate Qin Huaidao's method, went up to him and shouted: "Everyone, I am from the Tang Dynasty."
A sentence from Tang Dynasty instantly brought everyone closer, and the slaves' eyes had a different light.
Some people couldn't help but ask: "But the royal master of the imperial court called to save us?"
Luo Ying hurriedly said: "You are not the imperial army, but you are saved. If you are still bloody, pick up the mute weapons and help guard the Turkic prisoners. If you want to go home after daybreak, you can bring some dry food and horses back.
Those who don’t want to go back stay and follow us to kill the Turks and take revenge.”
Everyone was a little disappointed when they heard that it was not the imperial army coming to kill him.
But as soon as they heard that they had been saved, they were immediately overjoyed. They picked up their weapons and looked at the Turkic men gathered together. Their eyes were full of hatred and anger. They gathered around them one after another. Even the women, many of them picked up knives and went up to them, as if they were going to kill someone.
, although his hands were shaking, his eyes were firm.
After being enslaved for many years, who has no hatred in his heart?
Luo Ying was not worried at all that if everyone took action, it would stimulate the Turks to resist. At worst, they would kill them all. A man should have revenge, so he quickly made a few sign languages to remind everyone to prepare for battle.
At this time, the woman who wanted to kill the tribal leader to avenge herself came forward and persuaded her: "Don't worry, everyone. There are many Turks and it is difficult to control the situation. If they are forced to resist again, everyone will not survive. It is difficult to survive."
Come down and be patient, don't ruin the good deed of the adults who saved us."
Another woman also stepped forward to persuade and said: "Yes, we have been waiting for so long. Don't be afraid to wait one more night. Those adults who rescued us must be in trouble when they come over, but we can't ruin their big event."
When everyone heard that it made sense, they all looked at Luo Ying.
Luo Ying also wanted to kill all these Turkic men to avenge everyone, but thinking of Qin Huaidao's plan and Luo Tong's instructions, he hesitated in his heart.
"You want to kill us all?" the shaman asked warily.
Luo Ying was hesitant at first, fearing that Qin Huaidao would be ruined. When he heard this, he immediately became angry and scolded coldly: "So what if we kill them all?"
"You?" the shaman turned pale with anger.
"What are you? If you dare to enslave me, the Tang people, you should be prepared to die." Luo Ying scolded unceremoniously.
"Aren't you afraid that we will risk our lives to fight back?"
"You can try, the worst is to kill them all." Luo Ying did not give in at all.