It was too fast, everything happened so fast that the entire rear of the Mongol cavalry did not have time to contain the momentum.

The fastest and front-line cavalry fell in rows, blocking the path of the horses behind, but for the Thress warriors who ran on two legs, they could jump over these obstacles with just a few jumps.

Coupled with the fact that the two sides were charging against each other, so when the Mongol rear team was blocked and chaotic, the Thress warriors had already taken the opportunity to approach.

The spear was shot again, and the buzzing sound of breaking the air came and went, this time close, and it was unprepared, and the Mongolian cavalry was suddenly dealt a fatal blow.

Each Thress warrior carried three throwing spears on his back, which was the standard given by Sumer after he had incorporated them, combined with some insights from later generations. In addition to these three throwing guns, there is also a double-edged battle axe and the original bladed shield.

As for the short sticks used by the Serres before, there is no way to make do with it. At that time, Francisco didn't pay attention to these slave soldiers at all, and secondly, he really couldn't afford to equip Olisses and them with so much silver.

You must know that this set of equipment will cost almost more than ten taels of silver for each person. In this way, a total of nearly fifty Serres warriors would have to be nearly a thousand taels of silver. Not to mention Francisco, even Su Mo, if it weren't for Meng Ying's full support, he would never have been able to come up with so much money.

Even before, not all of the Threis warriors had weapons, and except for the thirty-six in the smallest group, the others didn't even have bladed shields, but just gave them a stick.

Now, this brave and warlike Serrese is completely armed to the extreme. This is powerful, and the effect can be known only by thinking about the Spartacus movie in the later generations.

Three guns were thrown, but there were not many Mongol cavalry left in the 60-odd men. Then the Thresians pulled out their ferocious double-edged battle axes, well, the few remaining Mongol cavalrymen had green faces.

In a panic, he turned over and dismounted, and fell to the ground with five bodies, and shouted for mercy.

In battle, Olisses surrounded the few remaining men, and he himself turned and strode backwards to report his victory to their great master.

Zhuang Hu, Tang Meng and the others were stunned, and they couldn't imagine that these ghosts had such terrifying combat power.

Su Mo's eyebrows fluttered, and he was very proud, patted Zhuang Hu's shoulder and smiled: "Huzi, what's the matter?"

Zhuang Hu admired his face, and said angrily: "Sure enough, I can't wait." ”

Su Mo snorted and pouted: "That's natural, Cerres, you think it's like an ordinary second? Of course, it's a Bole like Young Master and me, so that they can exert such a strong combat power." Put it in the hands of others, hey, it can only destroy the heavens. For example, our little Fu, oh~"

He smirked at Francisco, who was following him, and everyone burst into laughter. Francisco's face was flushed, and his chubby hands were waving vigorously, and he argued: "They're just slaves, slaves! The great Francisco is more powerful than them, yes, more powerful! I swear, I swear to God!"

The crowd laughed even more happily. More powerful than other Olisses? It's more powerful than running for your life. As soon as you started the war, you wanted to shrink yourself into the turtle shell, but now you jumped out and shouted that you are better than others, well, it is quite a bit of the shameless demeanor of our young master.

Francisco's forehead was bruised by laughter, and he jerked out his thin sword from his waist and strode forward.

Facing him, Olisses was just approaching, but he pushed him away. Olisses was pushed and looked at him in surprise, but shook his head, and then knelt down on one leg at Sumer, bowed his head, and said, "Great master, your loyal servant has defeated the enemy who came to attack. Except for the first few who surrendered, the others were all killed. The rest of the ones should be hanged or taken as slaves, and the master should be indicated. ”

Zhuang Hu and the others next to him were startled, good guys, these ghosts are so murderous. It's all down, and you have to be hanged, and it's really a border savage.

They don't know that in the West, the survival of the fittest is the king. The victorious side has the complete right to kill and seize the defeated side, and killing or letting go is only in a single thought, which is like what the Chinese people call the way of forgiveness and compassion.

Summer understood, of course, and tapped Olisses on the shoulder with his whip and said loudly, "Very good, very well done, my servant. You have won for me, and I will reward you. Go, those horses, and I will allow each of you to have one as a reward. As for a few captives, bring them here, and I'll interrogate them well. ”

Olisses was overjoyed, and quickly fell to his knees, prostrate forward, kissed Sumer's boots, and murmured, "Praise be to you, great and generous master, we will always follow you, and our loyalty, life, and glory shall be yours." Your will will be fully executed, and your will will be our parable. ”

The people of Thress were about to go crazy with joy, and it was a fantasy for them to have their own horses after being poor for an unknown amount of time.

Great, merciful, and generous Master, his character shines like the sun and is as pure as a white lotus.

Su Mo tried his best to endure the smugness in his heart, not letting his wild laughter come out. In later generations, when watching many medieval foreign language films, I never imagined how I was. I didn't think about a weird crossing, and finally got my wish today, and sure enough, this Serres man's Western-style sycophant made him feel good both physically and mentally, and it was called an ironing.

It's a pity that this ironing was awakened by a noise before it could continue to ferment. Su Mo couldn't help but turn his face cold, and looked at it unhappily.

Ahead, in a circle surrounded by a group of Thresian warriors, Francisco's shrill cries rang out in a series of voices, and from time to time the cold light from the raised sword could be seen.

"Your sister's!" Su Mo cursed hatefully, "What's the matter, fat man, go, take a look, teach them the rules they should have, and then bring these guys here." ”

The fat man hehehe, hugged his fists and bowed, then his waist did not move, and he used his strength under his feet, and disappeared from the place like a ghost, and the next moment he appeared on the side of the crowd.

With this series of actions, Olisses, who had just won the victory and reward, instantly opened his mouth wide, and his eyes couldn't help showing fear.

Is this still human? How can a person have such a fast speed? Not to mention the indescribable free and tidy energy, which really makes people feel relaxed and intoxicated.

For this strong man beside the great master, he has already understood the power of his people, and he admires it very much. But today I realized that what I saw was just the tip of the iceberg.

As a result, the pride of victory just now dissipated in an instant. Secretly decided, we must be careful and cautious, cautious and cautious, and respect for the master, no matter at any time, we must not be a little slack.

The fat man didn't know that he could have such an unexpected gain with his deliberate pretentiousness. When I entered the crowd again, I saw Francisco shouting with his teeth and claws open.

As for the object of the clamour, it was a Mongol with a sad and angry face. At this moment, his eyes are wide open, and he is also roaring-for-tat.

The fat man was surprised and listened to it, and he couldn't help but be amused and angry. It turned out that Francisco suddenly rushed over, shouting for the other party to take the lead, and then a duel between nobles was held to finally determine the victory of both sides.

How can the Mongols know this? In their rules, their own side has completely admitted defeat, and there is nothing to say about being a slave and a servant. Who is this guy who rushed out of the way? Why do you want to do some duel in one fell swoop? Didn't you want to kill them all?

This kind of thing is not uncommon among the Mongol tribes. However, most of them are hated for generations, and very few of them are killed for no reason. After all, in the desert, the population, especially the young and strong population, is definitely cherished by any tribe and will never be destroyed at will.

So why did this man have to come to another one-on-one duel? So, of course, the Mongols shook their heads and refused.

As a result, the great Francisco tried to prove that his plan had failed. In addition to being ashamed, the mouth inevitably became vicious. Don't look at Lord Francisco's bickering in front of Su Mo, but if it is put in front of the same poor vocabulary of the Mongols, it is definitely quite lethal.

Needless to say, the single word "despicable coward" immediately gave the greatest humiliation to the self-reliant Mongols.

So, succeeding, Francisco succeeded in provoking the anger of the Mongols. We are defeated, we can bow to the strong and become vassals of the strong. But that doesn't mean that anyone can come and humiliate the Mongol warriors.

Francisco was a little dumbfounded, what was this for? Just now, he refused to duel with himself, but in the blink of an eye, he suddenly surrounded him. This...... This is obviously to rely on the rhythm of a large number of people and a large number of people.

Shameless, shameless! Despicable, too despicable! How can this be? Still don't pay attention to the rules? Why are the Orientals like this?

I mean the duel is coming, but it's also clear, one-on-one! Do you understand one-on-one? What about the aristocratic demeanor that is good? What about the rules that are good? Can you still do it if you play with the dead hand? Woo woo, people don't get along with you......

Francisco wanted to cry without tears, and waved the thin sword in his hand hard, threatening with fierce inwardness.

"How daring! dare to make trouble!" A cold sinister laugh sounded, and before the two sides could react, a ghostly black shadow suddenly disappeared. The next moment, when the bang sounded, several people felt a flower in front of them and a pain on their bodies, and then flew into the air one after another. Then, with a pop, he fell to the ground hard.