Chapter 239: Come and don't be rude

Migration is a troublesome thing, the annual migration of the Ministry of Mouluo is like this, old and young, the altars and jars are cumbersome, but they can't help but take it, the whole tribe has not been able to reach the destination for more than ten days, Xiaobeihe Ranch.

Mouluo Altai was the younger brother of Mouluo Yuci, Yuci took away 5,000 tribal elites, and only less than 1,000 young men were left for him, so that he could continue to escort the tribe to follow him. Altai was not at all worried about the safety of the tribe, and it seemed that there were few who dared to come to the territory of the Grolu people to spread wilderness, and the Moheda cadres who were as strong as the south led their troops to pass through their territory had to think twice.

Altai's arrogance is not unreasonable, the population of the three surnamed Grolu is as many as 100,000, and the number of people who control the strings is more than 50,000, and there is the support of the Tang Dynasty behind them.

With Yutz's departure, Altai felt his space suddenly and infinitely enlarged, allowing him to indulge and soar, large pieces of meat, large bowls of wine, playing with women, and having crazy fun. For several days, Altai felt like a fairy in life, and he knew that such a day of reverie was rare, and once his brother returned, he would not have this opportunity.

It was another night of joy and time, and the migratory tribe of nearly 20,000 people had just released their energy and was captured by a deep sleep, and the snoring played the theme song of the migration one after another.

When you feel that you are safest, it is often also the most dangerous, and disasters are always accompanied by slackness, inadvertently, silently appearing in front of those who ignore it, and arrogantly imposing suffering and remorse on them.

More than ten miles away from the camp of the Mouluo Division, a cavalry with a blazing spirit of war was looking forward to the exciting moment when the evil wolf pounced on the sheep.

"The pigs are asleep!" The scouts of the Eagle Rider promptly transmitted the enemy situation back to Li Huaitang. Each time, in the face of the eager gaze of the robes looking at them, the Eagle Rider Scouts felt a special feeling of accomplishment.

The best time for a night attack is usually at the dawn of dawn, when the drowsiness is thick and the light is just right. But this plot is too unexpected, and they can't always be attituded, they actually sleep with a bonfire!

"Conventionally, don't take prisoners, don't stop, don't get the knife into the sheath."

The order was simple, but it pronounced the fate of the Fallen Division.

Altai did not understand until his death that his death, and even the decline of the entire plot, was related to a glass of wine.

At the beginning, Wu Ge toasted Li Huaitang at the Xiaobeihe Ranch, Li Huaitang did not drink it, nor did he pour it out, but quietly gave it to the leopard's hound to drink, and as a result, the vigilant hound slept all night, and woke up without much energy during the day.

Uge's second plan was to secretly send the herdsmen back to report to Yu Ci, let Yu Ci bring his troops over, chase Li Huaitang and them, and wipe out Li Huaitang and them on the north shore of the Yibo Sea with superior forces. The plan is very vicious, but unfortunately, Li Huaitang's heart has long been ready to dig a pit and wait for him......

It was not Li Huaitang's original plan to hit the plot again, but it was also rude to come and go, and since the Grolu people dared to fight him, then he didn't plan to be polite.

Ugg, who was leading the way for the army, slumped on the ground with weak legs. Once, in his eyes, ten thousand war horses only represented countless wealth, and now, he woke up, under the surface of wealth is a terrible murderous aura, unlike the lazy and loose steppe army, the knight in front of him has always remained silent, and the order is forbidden. It's ridiculous that he has a whimsical idea to swallow the mounts of these killer demon kings.

Ten thousand horsemen erupted, the momentum was terrifying, and it was invincible!

The attack was launched two hundred paces away, and more than 2,000 horsemen, with all their mounts, swept towards the unsuspecting camp of the Plot Fall by the light of piles of fire.

Prior to this, the sentries outside the camp had been cleared.

What is good at the top will be very bad at the bottom. The sentinels of the Mouluo Department proved by facts that their alcohol consumption was no less than that of the deputy leader Altai, but the result was very tragic, and one by one they reached the end of their lives in their sleep. With the help of the hounds, the scouts of the Eagle Riders were not too difficult to find the drunken sentinels hiding in the grass.

Li Huaitang took the lead again, holding a scimitar in his left hand, holding a horse lance in his right hand, slashing left and picking right, killing happily. Immediately beside Li Huaitang was the sweaty and bloody cavalry of the Eagle Rider, the scimitar shining with the light of death, flying on the necks of the terrified Qarluqs.

The sweaty and bloody horses rode quickly, startling countless fat sheep, and the left and right horsemen who followed unceremoniously waved their knives to harvest their heads.

The camp of the Settlement Department was disorganized and scattered. Only the camp of Altai was densely surrounded by a tent, which happened to be the central point of the assault of the 10,000 horsemen.

In one of the largest tents, Altai was sleeping soundly with two women in his arms. In the dream, Altai saw the iron horse of Jingo, and he ascended to the heights and shouted, and the servants gathered, the wolves were formed, and they were invincible, and the rich cities trembled under the iron hooves of his scimitar, and the wealth and women were at his disposal. He was about to drive his horse into the city and enjoy the fruit, when suddenly the neighing of the war horse under his crotch threw him to the ground, and then, rushing out of the city, the sound of the horses' hooves shook the earth and rolled towards him.

Altai was so anxious that he wanted to call for the guards, but he found that the guards were screaming and scurrying in a panic, so he wanted to get up and run away, but his mouth could not shout, and his legs did not obey, and he was unusually heavy. The thunderous sound of horses' hooves was getting closer and louder, and it was in my ears......

Countless horses' hooves left footprints on Altai's body, until they trampled it into bloody flesh.

The Qarluqs who had suffered the same misery as Altai were innumerable, and most of the young guards were drunk, and they did not move out of their dreams until the horses' hooves descended on their heads, and the end did not need to be known. As for those who woke up from their dreams, the result was worse than that of their companions who died in ignorance, and their futile deeds only confirmed the truth that a man's feet could not outrun a horse's legs, and that his neck was no stronger than a scimitar.

The night attack lasted until dawn, the battle process was unusually smooth, it was completely one-sided, and the nearly 20,000 people of the Mouluo Department did not show decent resistance from beginning to end, and the only thing that caused trouble to Li Huaitang and them was that there were too many people, and they fled all over the wilderness.

When the day dawned, the battle was still not over, and thousands of indifferent knights searched the field, shouting in Turkic from afar, and all the young and strong women and children greeted them with scimitars, ignoring the old and weak in sight.

This order was given by Li Huaitang, and the enemy's current strength is reflected in the young and strong population, and the future strength is reflected in the number of women and children, and the old and weak are only a burden. Of course, Li Huaitang has no reason to help the enemy lighten the burden, and he needs to live to confuse the public and complete the scheme of planting blame.