Chapter 5: The Purple Robe (Three Tops)

"Are you crazy?!" Shi Huaiyi paused, and the words of doubt rushed out of his mouth. Just now he was driven away to sort out the team, and he didn't hear how Wang Xun and Kang Lao discussed the strategy of breaking the enemy, but he didn't expect that both of them were first-class smart people in his heart, and in the end they discussed such a tactic to win in a dangerous situation.

"You can't just let Brother Loulan step forward and fight hard, but I'll wait for Zhongyuan Erlang to stand in place!" Wang Xun smiled and gave a few reasons that were not reasons, "Besides, in hand-to-hand combat, the attack power of the Mo swordsman is already stronger than that of the cavalry!" ”

"Modao's melee combat is powerful, it's true. But, but you, there are only about 20 of you! Shi Huaiyi was so anxious that he kicked the stirrup. Turning his head to Kang Lao like a helper. But he saw that the patriarch, who had always been cautious, smiled casually and raised the order flag.

When the enemy couldn't stand the crossbow shooting in turn, and pushed the deer out of the desperate way, the Modao team composed of Zhongyuan Erlang immediately rushed forward to fight with him, and the whole strategy came from the old fox's plan. Wang Xun did not refuse, nor did he have any reason to refuse. The robbers came for the sons of the Central Plains, and he couldn't be cheeky enough to let the Loulan warriors come forward to fight for their lives, but he took his brothers to watch from the wall. As for the old fox when he came up with this idea, it is unknown whether he believed in the combat effectiveness of the Mo Dao team, or if he had other plans hidden in his heart.

Seeing the wave of the command flag, the Loulan warriors immediately jumped on their mounts and set up an attack formation. There was no time to argue about the tactical details, Shi Huaiyi glanced at the patriarch Kang Zhongxin in confusion, and then at Wang Xun again, "You must live!" You owe me a thing you haven't done! With that, he tapped his horse's belly and spurred his mount straight in front of the group.

"I'm not that easy to die!" Wang Xun pulled out the Mo knife from the gravel, raised it gently, and saluted the back of the small stone. There are too many people who want to die by themselves, Yang Guozhong, Ge Shuhan, and the clan leaders on the other side who don't know where they come from. But I must live well and live like a human being. Maybe add the old fox in the back. Secretly glanced back, Wang Xun said secretly in his heart. He didn't know when he offended this old guy, but the other party's tactical arrangement just now clearly concealed a sinister taste. He only knew that he couldn't refuse, he only knew that he must continue to live, live a wonderful life, live a lively life, and live a dignified life.

The sound of the horn sounded again, low and long, like a wild beast awakened from hibernation roaring in the cold wind. Shi Huaiyi raised his crossbow and rushed out first. More than 400 Loulan warriors followed, and their horses' hooves struck the desert, instantly raising a puff of yellow smoke and dust. It is getting thicker and thicker, and it gradually obstructs people's vision.

"Woo woo, woo woo, woo woo, woo woo!" The robbers, who had long sensed the unusual behavior of the Loulan people on the other side, blew their horns to warn. Then follow the Ejin of their respective tribes to the deer, raise their leather shields, spears and sabers, and set up a defensive formation. Although there are still two teams that have not arrived, they still have the advantage in numbers. With the temporary use of white bones to build a deer, it is not difficult for the impulsive Loulan people to hit their heads and break the bloodstream.

"Woo, woo, woo, woo!" The horn of the Loulan people was full of provocation.

"Woo woo, woo woo, woo woo!" The allied forces of the three clans fought back with the sound of horns, refusing to fall behind in the slightest.

However, the sound of trumpets from both sides was soon drowned out by the deafening sound of horses' hooves. More than 400 horses divided into three waves during the march, and the echelons were like a river bursting. The smoke and dust from under the horse's hooves quickly condensed into a huge yellow earth dragon in front of and behind him, with the help of the west wind.

The figures of the cavalry and the earth dragon merged into one, and they couldn't distinguish each other. Occasionally, the light of the knife flickered from the dragon's head, like the fangs in the mouth of the earth dragon. Standing in the position of the old fox Kang Zhongxin, the robbers on the opposite side were completely invisible. Standing behind the Bone Deer, the field of vision also decreases to the same level. The earth dragon cut off the sight of the commanders of both the enemy and the enemy, so that they could no longer observe the specific movements of the opponent, and could only make partial adjustments to the tactics completely based on intuition. And the samurai under both sides are all enthusiastic. He opened his mouth, brandished his weapon, and roared like a wolf in the dust, "Ahh

The shouts were like two invisible torrents, colliding in mid-air. There was a sudden silence on the battlefield, and then the air resounded with the "hiss" of a poisonous snake spitting out a letter. Feather Arrows! The two sides were a hundred paces apart, and the coalition forces behind the white bone deer were the first to send out feathered arrows! Give the Loulan warriors a head-on blow. The smoke and dust were too thick for them to see the specific targets hidden in the Tulong, so they could only cover and shoot at the enemy under the unified orders of the commanders temporarily elected by the three tribes. Feather arrows smashed into the earth dragon's body like hailstones, densely packed, but there was no effect in sight. The yellow dragon flew faster and faster, and flew bigger and bigger, and in an instant, it was already within fifty steps in front of the deer.

"Raise your shield! Raise your shield! If you don't have a shield, quickly squat behind the deer. With many years of battlefield experience, he gave a loud order. (Note 1)

Fifty paces is the best firing distance for a bow, and if it is too far, the feathered arrows will not deal effective damage to the target. Too close will affect the riders' next move.

The bandits guarding behind the deer are also the elite of their respective tribes. The key to being familiar with gallop tactics is to be able to make quite standardized blocking and dodging maneuvers even without being reminded of them. However, their efforts were in vain. The expected feathered arrows did not come out of the smoke and dust, but the sound of horses' hooves got closer and closer, so close that they almost trampled on everyone's faces!

"What's going on! Are the people of Loulan crazy? "The three tribesmen, Ejin raised their eyes at each other at the same time, and their eyes were full of surprise that their preparations had failed. At this moment, "Collapse, collapse, collapse, collapse!" The crisp sound of the bowstring flicking sounded from behind the smoke and dust, and nearly a hundred black lights shot out, hitting the white bone deer.

In an instant, the tribal warriors closest to the deer were swept down in a row, as neat as flying sickles mowing grass. Before the fallen man could let out a wail, the smoke and dust that was close at hand suddenly parted to the sides. Immediately after, more black light shot out from the smoke and dust, splashing clouds of blood mist.

"Crossbows, they actually use crossbows!" Mu Kun Tumati's eyes were wide open, and blood beads almost collapsed from the corners of his eyes. Shooting with crossbow arrows within twenty steps, Kang Zhongxin's old fox actually used such an expensive and immoral tactic! He saw that just five paces away from him, a tribal warrior fell on his back to the sky, with at least three featherless crossbows pierced into his body. One in the middle of the door and one in the right shoulder blade. There was also a round shield made of two layers of cowhide that pierced a transparent hole, and it completely lost its momentum when it reached the samurai's chest.

"Damn, where did the Loulan people get so many crossbows?!" The Bone Boss also noticed that the situation was not good, and opened his throat and cursed loudly. The Loulan tribe was about the size of his tribe, and the two sides had trade in addition to fighting over oases for grazing. They know each other well. As far as he knew, Kang Zhongxin's old fox had always lived a tight life, and he couldn't even equip his guards with full-body armor, when did he actually get enough to equip all the tribal warriors with a crossbow?

This deal is a big loss! At the first time, he and the two of them actually thought of how to reverse the adversity at the same time, but should not have agreed to the request of the envoy of Geshuhan to send troops rashly just to covet two carts of silk. Only the Red Fang's Ejin Buqile had a real heart, carrying a plate axe as big as a wheel, and rushed straight to the front of the team.

There are only three arrows in battle. If you use a crossbow, you may only have one chance to fire. Next, the dog thieves of the Loulan tribe will take advantage of the moment when the tribal warriors behind the deer are thrown into a mess by crossbow arrows, and ride in. The Red Tooth Buqil wanted to take revenge by chopping the first enemy who rushed into the deer barn to pieces with his own hands to avenge the dead brothers. Not only him, but all the red-toothed samurai with red dye on the corners of their mouths rushed to the front line. No wonder their eyes were red-eyed, and the ones who died the most under the rain of crossbows just now were their kindred. Chu Mukun once followed under the banner of the Turkic Great Khan and had the experience of fighting with **. Therefore, the armor and shields of the samurai in the clan are very neat. The Bone Department has a deep relationship with the Turgish people, and they also know how to protect themselves. Only the Red Tooth people, who used to be part of the Murwei Division, had just migrated from the extremely cold land to the Western Regions, and had no experience in fighting regular soldiers and horses at all.

On the battlefield, ignorance is often more deadly than impulsiveness. Just as the red-toothed man roared and rushed towards the White Bone Deer, the direction of the Loulan warriors who were supposed to rush directly into the Deer Fortress suddenly turned from vertical to horizontal. With great horsemanship, they turned their horses' heads at the last moment, and withdrew almost against the edge of the deer in two directions to the south. The distance was so close that the people of Chumukun, who were stunned by the crossbow arrows, could clearly see their clumsy and jerky movements. Almost every Loulan warrior stretched out the crossbow in his hand to his knees. Leave the stirrup with one leg and lean back forcefully.

"Get down, they're reloading their bolts!" The agile warrior shouted a warning. However, it was already too late. After the smoke and dust, another wave of Loulan warriors rushed up, and their fingers pulled the crossbow machine.

"Collapse, collapse, collapse!" The sound of crossbow strings was bloody. This wave is even more lethal than the wave just now. The wave of attacks just now was just random and untargeted. This wave, however, was mostly aimed at the unprotected head of the redtooth man.

More than thirty redfangs screamed and died. Among them are two small arrows, one Zhuoban. Many more were injured and lay on the ground wailing loudly. With his extraordinary reflexes, he protected his head with an axe, but he received a crossbow at the base of his thigh, which reached his tail. With a roar, he dropped his axe, grabbed the crossbow tail with his hand, and pulled it out with all his might. Then he picked up his axe again, stumbling into the smoke and dust. (Note 2)

"Protect Buqilejin, protect Buqilejin!" At the same time, the two of them ordered to force their own soldiers to form a shield with their bodies and block them in front of the Red Fang Buqile. Unlike the Central Plains, the military has a strict hierarchy and succession of command. In the tribe, the Egin is the heart and soul of all the warriors. If the Red Fang Buqile was killed by the Loulan people with crossbow arrows, the remaining 200 or so Red Fang warriors would collapse in an instant. dragged down the Bone Department and the Wood Kun Department to finish with it.

"Don't get in the way, don't get in the way!" Butchel roared loudly, like an enraged bear. The samurai of the other two divisions were unwilling to pay attention to him. Pulling his arms and pulling his arms, hugging his waist, pulled him back into the depths of the crowd.

"Don't stop me, I'm going to fight with them!" Brandishing a plate axe, Buqil protested at Tumati. "Goshawks keep their wings to have a chance to fly over the mountains!" The latter smiled and dropped a word of comfort. Then, he raised his scimitar and shouted: "Erect a shield wall, erect a shield wall, and all those with shields in their hands will stand at the front!" ”

A shield can't protect against crossbow arrows, but it's better than nothing. At least it can play a role in stabilizing the team. The second wave of enemy forces began to turn again, and due to the limitation of their total numbers, they did not put in a large number of troops in each wave. Taking advantage of this gap, several Mukun tribe Burke wielded maces to force their own samurai or the samurai of the Bone Tribes to carry out orders. At any other time, Kenyt would have turned his face immediately. But at this time, the fear of the enemy outweighed the defense of the allies. Drawing his scimitar, he repeated aloud, "Erect the shield wall, erect the shield wall, do as Tumati Jin commanded." Those who do not listen to orders will be killed! ”

The shield-wielding tribal warriors were forced to approach the deer and form a row of flesh and blood fortresses side by side. The wiser ones picked up everything they could get their hands on from the ground, either the helmets of the dead or the weapons discarded for the wounded, and put them behind their shields as a second layer of protection. The unresponsive ones protect their vital points with their shields, and their lives are completely pinned on the two layers of cowhide.

A third wave of crossbow arrows quickly fell, piercing several leather shields and killing the tribal warriors behind the shields. The samurai in the back row stood up to the shield-bearer, and he was slow to let his body fall. There are only about five hundred Loulan warriors, and they have withstood this wave, and perhaps their attack will end. In the face of the threat of death, all means of survival will become a man's choice.

With the bodies of the fallen in battle, the coalition warriors blocked the third round of fire from the Loulan. The disaster has finally passed, and there are still more warriors left after Lu Qi than the Loulan people. However, they soon fell into despair. The first group of Loulan people who evacuated from Luqi on horseback came back from not far away, approached Luqi, and pulled the trigger.

This is the fourth round of shooting. The damage inflicted on the three coalition forces is actually no more than the previous three rounds. However, the blow to the morale of the coalition forces is immeasurable. The Loulan people can use this tactic to fire crossbow arrows over and over again. As their enemies, the Coalition warriors were only shot behind the Bone Deer.

Just being beaten, but not being able to fight back, what is the difference between this and waiting for death! The fourth round of shooting had just ended, and there were already quite a few red-toothed people, breaking through the barriers of the warriors of the other two tribes, and began to move the white bone deer. Soon a fifth wave of crossbow arrows flew in, and they all shot them into hedgehogs. However, as the fifth round of crossbow arrows began to become sporadic and sporadic again, more tribal warriors, including the Chumukun and the Bone, joined the army that was destroying their own deer.

Maybe rushing out to fight a decisive battle is the only way out of the predicament. Seeing this scene, Chu Mu Kunbu Aijin Tumati didn't dare to wait any longer. There are two more tribes in the future, and maybe when everyone and the Loulan people are defeated, they can "justly" rush to the battlefield. But at this moment, it is no longer possible to fight with each other, and if it continues to hold on, the three coalition forces will definitely collapse completely.

Thinking of this, Tumati gritted his teeth and ordered. "Kumo, Yaermu, you two take someone to move the deer. Brothers, get on your horse and get ready to attack! ”

"Yes!" The two warriors of the Mukun tribe bowed down to receive the order and took their brothers to move the deer. The warriors of the other Mukun tribes, as long as they could climb on their mounts, began to climb on horseback. Warhorses are the legs of tribal warriors, and when they leave the saddle, most of them do not know how to fight at all.

"Get on the horse, get on the horse!" The Bone Boss Ejin Kenyt followed suit and gave orders to his own samurai. They are also experts in harvesting lives on horseback, fighting on the spot, and their skills can only be less than 30% of the original.

The rudimentary white-boned deer is very easy to destroy. Soon, a gap two feet wide appeared in front of the coalition forces. A new wave of Loulan warriors happened to arrive, and in the smoke and dust raised by the horses' hooves, they pulled the trigger again. Then, regardless of the outcome of the battle, they suddenly screamed and turned their horses away.

Flee, indeed, the Loulan people turned around and fled. As if a hammer had been smashed into the air, the three tribes who were fighting to shoot back on their horses almost vomited blood. In particular, the red-toothed Buqile, who suffered the most, was almost the first to instigate his mount to chase him out. He wants to chase, even if it is the end of the world, even if the blood in his whole body is drained, he must catch up with those cowardly and despicable guys of the Loulan clan and cut them to pieces with a knife. Because of the rounds of shooting just now, he almost knocked down more than sixty percent of the elite warriors of the Red Fang Department he brought this time!

This is too ambitious. So much so that there is no possibility of achieving it at all. Just as the war horse stepped on the fallen white bone deer and was just about to accelerate, a bolt of lightning suddenly slashed down from behind the smoke and dust without warning. "Oops!" The red-toothed Buqil Da Aijin, who was known for his bravery, only had time to raise his right hand in a hurry when he was directly struck in the arm by lightning.

Immediately after, his arms, sternum, and half-amputated thighs on the saddle were directly detached from his body. Spurting blood, it smashed at the cronies behind him. And the end of that trusted samurai was also extremely tragic, a cold light that suddenly swept from behind the smoke and dust actually slashed his waist, breaking it in two in an instant.

Several more cold rays of light split out from the smoke and dust raised by the cavalry, killing them. In the frightened screams of the warriors of the Red Tooth Tribe, three Tang warriors wearing Mingguang armor and holding Mo swords appeared in people's sight. With the three of them as the forwards, there were countless Mo knives lined up behind them, and anything in front of them, whether it was a man or a horse, they were all cut into two pieces.

"Mo Dao Array!" Chu Mukun Tumati suddenly shuddered in his heart, and the hairs on his body stood on end. Back then, his grandfather was beheaded by the Modao team from the Central Plains under the banner of the Turks. That battle also completely turned the Mukun tribe, most of the top ten arrows in the Western Regions, into a third-rate character. More than 50 years have passed, and it has not yet recovered.

Before he could recover from the shock, the Mo Dao who was in front strode into the gap in the deer that had been cleared by the coalition samurai. The Mo knife in his hand slashed left and right, and there was no enemy under him.

In the face of the sudden blow, the tribal warriors instinctively chose to dodge. This wrong move made their formation even more messy. Following Mo Dao General, more Tang men rushed into the deer. More than 100 people were like a butcher's knife, stirring the deer into flesh and blood.

The two top warriors of the Wood Kun Tribe, Kumo and Yarmu, grabbed the spears in their hands and walked towards the Mo Sword General. They had just been ordered to clean up the deer, but they and their brothers had not yet had time to get on their horses. At this moment, it was the only team that had time to react correctly. More than forty warriors of the Chumukun Clan, as well as a dozen or so wild people of the Red Fang tribe who had lost their leader, followed closely behind Kumo and Yaermu, raising their weapons and roaring loudly, "Whoa, whoa—

The beastly cry did not have any effect on the purpose of cheering. Mo Dao, who was covered in armor and only showed a pair of cold eyes, raised his knife and rushed towards Kumo, his hand raised, and the knife fell. He actually cut Kumo along with the spear in his hand. Then, the man took half a step forward, swung his knife and swept towards Yaermu, who rushed over to flank him, and swept it into the air before Yaermu's weapon slashed at him.

In mid-air, Yaermu's hands and feet fluttered. Intestines, stomachs, and broken internal organs all fell out of the open abdominal cavity. The tribal warriors dodged to avoid being splashed with filth. The Mo Dao general from Datang turned a blind eye to everything, and continued to step up, his hand raised, and the knife fell.

Step up, get up, and fall with the knife. Immediately on both sides of Wang Xun, Fang Ziling and Lao Zhou, who were also wrapped in armor, also made the same action. This cooperation, as early as in the White Horse Castle, has been practiced between them countless times. After the blood and fire forging and polishing that night half a month ago, it has been sharpened at this moment.

Step up, get up, and fall with the knife. Following behind Wang Xun, the twenty-three Wyvern Guards were like a giant centipede, stretching out their blade feet and cutting all the living creatures near their bodies into two pieces. On the night of blood and fire more than half a month ago, they had already "died" once. Therefore, there is no fear of death. What's more critical is that at this moment, the surrounding enemy troops and allies are all aliens, and they can't fall into the face of the Central Plains man.

Step up, get up, and fall with the knife. Behind the twenty-three Wyvern guards were one hundred and thirty people. At this moment, they can no longer be called Minzhuang at all. Everyone was holding a huge Mo knife in their hands, and every blade was dripping with blood. Killing someone, all of a sudden, became an extremely simple matter. When you get used to seeing death, it becomes as simple as eating and drinking. Swing a knife and either hack the enemy to death, or be hacked to death by the enemy. You don't have to think about it, and you don't have time to be afraid.

Step up, get up, and fall with the knife. The Modao team, composed of one hundred and fifty-five soldiers and one general, was in a no-man's land among more than three times their own enemy army. When the three coalition armies of Sugu, Chumukun, and Chiya established the camp, they didn't think about starting a war with the Loulan people immediately. They had to wait for the other two tribes that continued to arrive, lest they pay a huge price for themselves and let others take advantage of them. This little caution has now become a fatal wound. In the narrow camp, the war horses could not speed up at all. And riding on horseback to fight the Modao team on the spot, the tribal warriors could only stretch their necks to be slaughtered, and there was no way to fight back.

Under the frenzied attack of the Mo Sword Team, the samurai of all divisions fled one after another. The wrong countermeasures have led to even greater trouble. Many samurai were knocked off their horses by their own people, and they became unscrupulous ghosts. More samurai went with the flow in a stupid way, watching as Modao slashed down his own brethren in front of him, and then slashed at himself in blood.

"Go up, go up! Don't panic, don't panic! Stop him, stop them! Seeing that the samurai under his command had fallen one after another, the Bone Commander Ejin Kenyit was so anxious that his voice changed, and he waved his scimitar and forced his cronies to block the enemy's attack. Under his persecution, more than a dozen brave tribal warriors went against the flow of people. was only halfway there, and they were squeezed by their own people and couldn't respond to each other. Modao chased the fleeer's horse's hooves and met the first Bone Warrior. Cut off his head and stained his armor red with blood. The other two Gu Bone Warriors were cut down by Fang Ziling and Lao Zhou with Mo knives, lying on the ground and rolling back and forth. The tragic situation of their broken intestines frightened the surrounding warriors to speed up and retreat, hugging me and hugging me, like a flock of local chickens locked in cages to be slaughtered.

"Go up, go up ......" Kenyt sent his troops again, but couldn't find any response. In the blink of an eye, the dozen or so tribal warriors who had rushed towards the Modao Formation had all been killed. It's like an egg hitting a stone, and you don't even hear a sound.

Influenced by the Turkic people, the Bone Department is honored by wolves, and the brave are admired among the tribes. But bravery and hopeless death are no comparison. Seeing that there were already warriors of their own clan turning their horses' heads, ready to jump out of the deer and flee into the distance. The Bone Boss had no choice but to roar and rush to the front line in person.

This action boosted the morale of the people who were on the verge of collapse, and more than thirty warriors of the Bone Clan instigated their war horses in shame and followed behind Lord Ejin. In the flow of people who have retreated, they are struggling, but they are moving forward step by step, and they would rather die than retreat. The signs of chaos in the team began to reverse, and after many tribal warriors were blocked from retreating, they were suddenly shocked to find that the attack power of the Mo Dao team was not as strong as what they had seen before. It's just that those who are at the forefront of the knife formation are easy to be slashed in two pieces. Slightly closer to the center of the Mo Dao Formation, the danger is halved. At the tail of the Mo Dao Formation, at this moment, there were a few warriors who had no time to retreat and the Mo Dao Hands were mixed up, and they actually had a difficult fight.

"Follow me, follow me!" Kenyt also discovered the flaw in the Mo Sword Formation, avoided the enemy Feng Sakura, and turned to the back of the team. How could Wang Xun, who had long known his own strength, give him this opportunity? Immediately shouted, slashed the enemy in front of him, and then brandished the Mo knife and blocked it diagonally.

The Flying Dragon Guards who followed behind Wang Xun turned one after another, like a giant python that turned over, from a frontal attack to a diagonal sweep. Several tribal warriors were hacked to death by the Mo Dao, and the entire Mo Dao Array also showed signs of disconnection between the front and the back. There is a famous Mu Kunbu small arrow trying to find an opportunity, but it is blocked by Wei Feng, the leader of the Minzhuang, and he slashes at the collarbone. The blade was several feet deep, and the whole person was split into two pieces.

Wei Feng pulled out the Mo knife and squatted and swept. He had never learned how to fight, and relied entirely on brute force to play on the spot. Five or six horses' hooves flew up at the same time, and the wounded horses screamed and threw off the samurai on their backs, trampled to death by their own men.

"Chop the horse's hooves, chop the horse's hooves!" Following Wei Feng was a young man in his twenties, with average skills, but his mind turned extremely fast. At his appeal, the men crouched down and changed their targets to enemy mounts. This trick was no less lethal than attacking the enemy himself, and the horses with broken feet jumped up and fell, crushing the tribal warriors to pieces.

At this moment, Wang Xun finally blocked the bones of the Egin Kenyit. "This guy is a nuisance! It must be resolved as soon as possible. He thought to himself, and at the same time used all his strength to swing his knife and slash diagonally. The blade was blocked by Kenitt with a scimitar, and in an instant, the scimitar broke and flew out. Kenyt threw the half-cut handle of the knife to Wang Xun's front door, turned the horse and left. Fang Ziling took a step forward and hugged his head from behind to cover his head. Kenyt lifted the reins of his horse, and the man dodged the blade, but the mount's butt was slashed by Mo's knife, and he jumped into the air with a scream, trampling down several tribal warriors, and then knelt on the sand.

Kenyt jumped out of the saddle in embarrassment, bowed his head and lunged into the crowd. Wang Xun strode after him, regardless of the tribal warriors who screamed left and right, and went straight to Kenyt's back. Fang Ziling and Lao Zhou caught up, protected him, and blocked all weapons. The Wyvern Guards poured in along the gap, splitting a crack in the crowd of tribal warriors with their swords. Kenyt had no way to escape, so he had to pick up a weapon casually and turn his head to parry. This time, Wang Xun slashed with a knife. From the shoulder to the hip bone, the blade flashed. Kenyt couldn't even scream and was killed instantly.

The samurai of the Bone Tribes quickly dispersed to both sides, not to avenge the patriarch, but to flee one after another. Mo Dao will be too ruthless, and if you put him right, you can only die in battle. From the beginning to the present, no one has been able to stop him more than three times. This is a brave man of destiny who is protected by the wolf god, and it is impossible for mortals to kill him.

When encountering irresistible forces, the more uncivilized the tribe, the more accustomed they are to thinking about ghosts and gods. With the exclamation of the warriors of the Bone Tribe, the order of the alliance of the three clans became more and more chaotic. Wang Xun and the others quickly turned around and went to pick up the Minzhuang brothers who had already distanced themselves from the guards. Seeing him pounce on him with a fierce spirit, the tribal warriors fled for their lives. The Wyvern Praetorian Guard and Minzhuang quickly converged and reunited into a single whole.

This time the battle seems to be much easier than the last one! Suddenly, Wang Xun had a flash of inspiration in his heart. Then he realized the key. The Gultu Division was a regular officer army, so it was easy to organize the order of resistance. Today's three-part coalition army is a rabble, as long as the core figures in their middle are defeated, how many soldiers and horses will fall apart.

It only took a split second before and after, and he had already made a decision. He led the team to turn around again, and went straight to the wool of Mu Kunbu and Tumati. Seeing this, Tumati, who had been forced to do nothing by the tension on the battlefield, hurriedly blew the horn and mobilized the samurai of his headquarters to move closer to him. At the same time, he ordered the guards to turn the horse's head and prepare to lead the remnants away.

"Woo, woo, woo!" As soon as the horn sounded, it stopped abruptly. A crossbow arrow flew into the air, shooting the soldier who was blowing the horn to the heart. Tumati looked up in surprise and found that just as he was busy dispatching troops to block the attack of the Modao team, the Loulan warriors had already surrounded him again, each with a crossbow and a bow, aiming at the chaotic three-clan alliance army in the deer, and the arrows were not missing.

Fighting, it is definitely not a strange knife opponent. Escape, and may not be able to run through the Loulan warriors who have a good time. Tumati suddenly felt sad, he had known that this was the case, and he would not accept the bribe of the envoy of the Hexi army anyway. Now, instead of getting the cheap, he buried his own life and the elite of the entire tribe here.

Fortunately, he was familiar with the habits of the Tang people, so he did not have no choice but to die. Surrender! Lay down your weapon and let the opponent fall. No matter according to the rules of the Tang Dynasty or the rules of the grassland tribe, as the head of the clan and the pride of the sky, he will not be killed.

"Surrender!" Suddenly, before the Mo Dao general pounced near him, he dropped his weapon and raised his hands. "Surrender, we are willing to surrender!" Having heard of the tolerance of the Tang Dynasty for a long time, the warriors of the Chumu Kunbu followed suit, threw away their weapons, and jumped off their mounts. Even if Mo Dao slashed in front of him, he refused to make any more resistance.

"Surrender, surrender. Don't fight, warriors from Datang, we are willing to surrender! Seeing this, the samurai of the Bone Division, who had lost their family patriarch, also dismounted and begged to surrender. There is no hatred in the eyes. Only the warriors of the Red Fang Division, who had not yet dealt with the Tang people, turned over the white bone deer and fled in all directions to the depths of the desert.

"Surrender!" A samurai shouted at the sword, but did not put up any resistance. He was beheaded in a different place, and blood splattered all over the faces of his people around him. But the people of the clan did not complain, and continued to throw away their weapons and jump off their mounts. Hold your hands back.

"Surrender!" "Surrender!" "Surrender!" The shouts came and went. There are Tang dialects, and there are Turkic languages that everyone can't understand. The warriors of the tribe, who had been fierce before, suddenly became docile, jumped off their mounts one by one, and fell to their knees like lambs to the slaughter.

"Surrender?" The victory came so suddenly, Wang Xun had a hard time adapting. After cutting down several tribal warriors who dismounted and died, they were reminded by Shi Huaiyi to restrain the blade.

The Mo knife had already cut out a gap, and the blood was dragging down the blade that had just been erected, flowing through the blade, fingers, and flowing into a small river at his feet. He stood majestically, his eyes full of confusion.

One by one, the flying dragon guards, the Central Plains Minzhuang, also holding a Mo knife, stood behind Wang Xun. The body is also majestic, and the eyes are also full of confusion.

This is the Western Regions, not the Central Plains.

Everything here is different from the Central Plains that everyone is familiar with!

Note 1: Ejin, Turkic, tribal chieftain.

Note 2: Zhuoban, Turkic bureaucracy. Ai Jin's right-hand man. (Assistant to the Township Chief?) ）。 Burke, a nobleman among the tribes.