After nightfall, a large bonfire was lit in the camp.
A sheep brought out by the natives from the oasis was quickly slaughtered in just a few minutes, cleaned, and then thrown into a large pot to stew.
The shape of the pot is really strange. Specifically, it looks like a cylindrical, flat-bottomed Western military pot with three extra legs underneath.
Except for a handful of coarse salt, this sheep doesn't seem to have any seasoning.
But even with all the weird things mentioned above, as the wind became more and more violent after nightfall, the alluring aroma of stew was still present in the camp.
Suddenly, the indigenous people burst into loud laughter and long songs, filling the camp with a happy atmosphere.
It's a pity! The above has nothing to do with Hu Biao and others, because whether it is mutton or singing, these all belong to the indigenous people.
The only things given to them were a few bags of water and some dry biscuits made from millet.
After Hu Biao and the others hurriedly finished eating the few pancakes, they were escorted outside the camp to relieve themselves once more and then were tied together again.
The natives had been absent-minded for a long time, so only one guard was left, and the rest began to gather around the fire.
Obviously, the living conditions of these indigenous people are not very good, so the opportunity to eat a big meal of meat makes them quite excited.
"Eat, if I can't kill you bastards, please open your eyes. As long as I kill these bastards, I'm willing to lose ten years of my life."
Lowering his head, Hu Biao cursed in a low voice.
The voice just fell, and the warehouse manager also echoed: "Count me in, Wangcai is such a good dog, but they can actually talk about it, why don't God kill them."
The warehouse manager's agreement was followed by a voice full of resentment. This was a strong curse from the white-collar AT.
Who said that the day before yesterday when the natives grabbed him and beat him because he disappeared?
Even though it hurt him a lot, it even pulled out a lot of hair on the top of his head.
For a designer, other things may be tolerated, but hair problems are an inverse problem and absolutely cannot be tolerated:
"What the hell, if God really makes such a wish come true, I would be willing to live 20 years shorter~"
One voice after another continued to echo, and almost every netizen participated.
For a time, these modern-dimensional otakus who had not known each other before seemed to share the same hatred.
Needless to say, these netizens from the modern dimension, because of the same difficult experiences, although they have not been together for a long time, they have a feeling that they are the same people in the world.
Especially in the past few days, after everyone introduced each other in private.
Not only did they understand each other's basic situation, but now although they still have some small thoughts about each other, the relationship on the surface is quite good.
After all, in a sense, they can be regarded as people who have been in prison together.
I don’t know if the prayers of all the netizens, who collectively sacrificed at least 300 years of life, finally worked.
When the aroma of the stew lingering in the camp reaches its peak, it should be ready to eat immediately.
They were saved from a desperate situation, and something wonderful happened.
An indigenous man holding a short bow and standing guard on the slope suddenly screamed in horror after seeing something.
The next second later, he fell to the ground like a wooden stake.
Following the small slope, it rolled down all the way.
With his 2.0 good eyesight, the warehouse manager could see a sharp arrow flying from nowhere and accurately shooting through the native's neck.
However, due to the sudden change, the other natives in the camp immediately became panicked.
They all picked up the various weapons they had kept at hand when they were camping.
Some people moved closer to each other and prepared to resist, while some people ran wildly towards the horses and camels on the side, seemingly preparing to run away.
Obviously, after hearing this short warning, they were frightened by the content contained in it.
But no matter how they react, the outcome is the same.
In a very short period of time, the sound of horse hooves began to sound around the camp, and it became louder and louder. It must have been that the intruders led the horses to get closer to one or two hundred meters before mounting their horses and launching a surprise attack.
After a dozen or so breaths at most, a majestic war horse, carrying a man wearing full body armor and standing straight, rushed out of the night outside the camp.
With twenty or thirty riders behind them, they rushed into the camp like a torrent.
Under the light of the bonfire, there was a deep scar on the leader's face, which looked like it would split his face in half. It could be said to be particularly vicious.
But compared to the terrifying appearance, the whole process of the man's fighting can be said to be an art; these people are like precise killing machines, full of violent beauty.
The moment they appeared in the night, fifty or sixty meters away from the camp, the hand crossbows or short bows held by these people were fired.
Even on the undulating horseback, these people's accuracy was extremely high, and they shot down seven or eight natives in the blink of an eye.
After shooting the hand crossbows and short bows in their hands, these people did not see any movement, and the weapons in their hands were replaced by various long-handled weapons.
Especially the scar-faced man at the head, the weapon in his hand is almost 4 meters long.
It should be a legendary horse spear, which was held by a man under his arm and charged. The tip of the spear, which was about 60 centimeters long, shone with a cold light under the bonfire, and it had a murderous aura as if it were real.
In the blink of an eye, the scar-faced man at the head rushed into the camp.
After a simple thrust, Ma Shan stabbed through the chest of the yellow helmet with Hu Biao on his head, which looked like a small indigenous leader; with such a powerful stab, the sharp tip of the spear did not penetrate the body.
After piercing it to a fatal depth, the man grabbed the pole with his left hand and pulled it out. With the speed of the horse, the pole was pulled out without any effort.
When he swung his horse and cut the throat of another native again, the lifeless body of the little indigenous leader wearing a yellow helmet collapsed.
The knights who rushed in with Scarface also knocked down the targets in front of them easily one by one.
After seeing this scene, Hu Biao and others were suddenly filled with indescribable joy.
Let’s be honest! This kind of bloody scene where a human body is stabbed with a bullet and blood splatters is definitely the first time that Hu Biao and other bumpkins from the modern world have seen this kind of scene.
But the amazing thing is that they are not afraid at all now; the most critical reason is that among the group of cavalry rushing in, there is a flag fluttering in the wind.
Under the illumination of the bonfire, the square characters on the flag were clearly reflected in everyone's eyes: Tang.
I can't explain why, but after seeing this word clearly, Hu Biao and others felt inexplicably relieved, without any panic, and they were as friendly as if they had met family members.
In this situation, Hu Biao suddenly remembered something in his head and spat several times in his mouth, "Bah, bah!" and shouted:
"Tongyanwuji, for God's sake, I am still a child. If I just kill these grandchildren, I will lose ten years of my life. Bah, bah, bah..."
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Suddenly they rushed into the camp. There were not many men who were suspected of being cavalry of the Tang army.
Combined with their deliberate and unintentional sudden attack, coupled with the fact that their equipment and martial arts were far superior to those of the natives, there was no suspense in this battle at all.
In as little as one pee, the battle would be over.
A native mounted a war horse and slapped the horse's butt as hard as he could. After running a hundred meters away, a one-eyed Tang soldier casually shot an arrow.
No matter how he aimed, the sharp arrow hit the target right in the back.
This native, who could have escaped by just riding a horse for a short while, fell off his horse with a 'bang~' sound and could not get up again.
Such a miraculous arrow was the last straw that broke the hearts of the natives.
Some guys who were also running for their lives, but far less quickly than the natives who were hit by arrows and fell to the ground, stopped and threw away their weapons.
Then he raised his hands and fell to his knees on the ground.
At this point, this short raid was completely over. Most of the natives were killed in the battle, and the remaining ten or so were captured alive.
He was tied up with ropes like an animal on the spot.
As for the casualties of these Tang troops, they were minimal.
There was only one Tang soldier who was stabbed in the left arm by the natives in a hasty counterattack. However, looking at the Tang soldier, he tore off the hem of his clothes and wrapped it up casually, without seeming to care. The injury was not serious.
At this time, Hu Biao and the others were still in a very good mood.
However, soon after, when they saw the scar-faced man leading them walking towards them with the sound of his armor shaking as he walked, as well as the smell of blood and murderous intent all over his body.
Hu Biao and others instinctively felt inexplicable nervousness.
Because they suddenly thought of something: they regarded these Tang soldiers as their own, but how to make these Tang soldiers believe that they were themselves.
If you are misunderstood by these fierce people and cut off with a knife, where will you go to reason?
