Chapter 210: Slaughter Happy

Between the Tien Shan Mountains and the Ferghana Mountains, the 'medicine' kills water to nurture a plateau grassland and at the same time nurture tens of thousands of people. From the moment Li Huaitang set foot on this land, the fate of these tens of thousands of people has been no different from that of sheep.

At dawn, day and night alternate, darkness will pass, the eastern sky will be white, and when those who sleep are sleeping, it is a good time to sneak attack and kill.

Night raids are already a familiar thing for Li Huaitang, and they have been tried and tested repeatedly.

"God is helping me again!" Li Huaitang sniffed the cool north wind blowing in front of him, and he was in a very good mood. The smell blowing from the north contains a strong smell of livestock, and experienced people can even judge how many people are in the tribe ahead by the intensity of the smell. Li Feiying has this ability.

"At least three thousand."

Hearing this judgment of the flying eagle, Li Huaitang was very much looking forward to it, since passing through the Fergana mountain range between Bahana and the territory of the Turgish, for two consecutive days, Li Huaitang's army only swept two tribes of more than 100 people, and the cattle and sheep grain obtained was not enough for the whole army to fight tooth sacrifices.

Finally able to move in earnest, the whole army geared up, thinking that the medal of the Silver Star Warrior was beckoning to them.

"Attack at full speed! No mercy! "The cavalry had quietly entered the 'fat' sheep camp about five hundred paces away, and the hazy light on the edge of the sky appeared, and Li Huaitang decisively gave the order to attack. There is no need for horns or drums, and the sound of iron hooves hitting the ground beats the effect of drumsticks.

The 3,000 light cavalry were divided into three routes, with Li Huaitang leading 2,000 cavalry in the center, and 500 cavalry on the left and right flanks.

The five hundred strong crossbowmen did not move, dismounted and set up crossbows to take precautions. Although he was very depressed, Gongsun Wenyuan still resolutely obeyed Li Huaitang's orders. On the battlefield, no one knows what will change in the next moment, and if a new enemy situation appears, the crossbowman is a life-saving reserve.

The two thousand horsemen in the center were arranged in three rows, dozens of paces apart, and charged in turn, like a monstrous 'wave' in the sea, one 'wave' after another' violently impacting the camp of the 'fat' sheep. The herdsmen who are the victims are like helpless refugees in the water, a 'wave' of the sea 'waves' came and sank to the bottom, and the survivors just breathed a sigh of relief, and the second 'wave' of the sea 'waves' immediately appeared above their heads......

Li Huaitang took the lead and broke into the target camp first. In fact, it can't be called a break, the Turks are defenseless at all, and even if they do, they are useless, after all, this is only a tribe of more than 3,000 people, not an army.

An old man had just poked his head out of a 'wool' felt tent when a fiery red quickly filled his pupils, and a special spear swept across. The last image in the old man's eyes was pitch black, covering the flashing red shadow......

In this charge, Li Huaitang did not use a Tang knife, but used a horse lance instead. The lance in Li Huaitang's hand came from one of the hundred Tang lances scrapped by Zhao Hanzhang, and the craftsmen of the armed academy skillfully loaded the spearheads with those scrapped lances. The former waste lance has regained the vitality of youth.

The use of the lance is varied and powerful. Just now, Li Huaitang used one of the functions "sweep".

The one who wields the lance must hold the end of the lance under his armpit and hold the lance with one hand. Li Huaitang wanted to provoke an enemy to demonstrate, but the first thing he encountered was an obscene head sticking out of the tent. didn't have time to think about it, his right hand instinctively swept away, and Li Huaitang even saw the frightened and desperate gaze, but this did not affect Li Huaitang's performance.

The skull, with its owner's body, flew back in the air, destroying the entire tent with powerful kinetic energy, and several 'women' and children instantly lost their cover, screaming and running in all directions.

The power of the lance lies in the toughness of its shaft itself. After sweeping the target, the lance in Li Huaitang's hand was bounced back, and the tip of the spear shook left and right a few times before steadily stopping and pointing to the front of the charge. The good elasticity of the lance counteracts the strong reverse force, and everything is in the hands of the bearer.

The appearance of the second unlucky guy still can't satisfy Li Huaitang's **.

Yiba lost half a pound in a bush early in the morning, and just after he was refreshed, he stood up only to see a flying horse rushing over, Yiba's legs that had been squatting for a long time trembled and soft, and instinctively squatted on the ground on the freshly baked golden cake, it seemed that he was lucky to be able to avoid the oncoming spear tip.

"Damn, don't let me pick!"

Li Huaitang, who was unable to "pick" his "desire", changed his mind in a flash of light, raised his body slightly, and then knocked down fiercely, impartially, and smashed it on his bare head. The force of the blow was so great that it compressed the entire neck of Yiba into his shoulder, and the Heavenly Spirit Gai was suddenly shattered, and the red and white streams overflowed.

The extreme speed of the sweaty horse made Li Huaitang unable to see the results of the battle, in fact, he had no intention of watching it, the ** of the "picking" person was still blazing, and his sharp eyes searched for targets everywhere.

This time, the disappointment was no more.

An enemy who 'wanted' to resist collided head-on with the tip of the lance in Li Huaitang's hand, and the incomparably powerful impact force made the tip of the lance effortlessly penetrate the 'chest' of the fearless enemy. Li Huaitang, who was unskilled, had no way to pick the enemy away, and the enemy who died instantly stared at Li Huaitang with unwilling eyes.

If it was an ordinary spear, such an impact would probably kill Li Huaitang. The heavy corpse hanging on the tip of the spear bends the body of the lance, and the tenacity is 'sexy', so that the lance will not be broken. You know, a spear that breaks in an instant is enough to bounce a knight off his horse, unless the knight discards the spear at the same time as the spear breaks.

The corpse hanging from the lance is visually anomalously lethal. Looking at it from afar, the corpses floating in mid-air are enough to shatter the livers and gallbladders of the faint-hearted. Li Huaitang just held a corpse and penetrated the entire enemy camp.

If it weren't for the sweat and blood that were overwhelmed, Li Huaitang would still want to continue to lift it.

Throwing the lance away, Li Huaitang pulled out his sharp Tang knife, turned his horse around, and rushed into the enemy camp again.

The knights were still satisfied, and the wolf howled and once again returned with their general to ravage the enemy camp. Thousands of horsemen passed through the camp, the momentum was magnificent, the swords flew and flashed in the cold, the heads of people were rolling, the sound of wailing and screaming was all over the field, and the blood flowed and drifted.

The enemy camp was a wolf, between the mountains of corpses and the sea of blood, a large area of 'wool' felt collapsed, scattered cattle and sheep flowed, and the survivors were terrified, no different from scattered 'chaotic' cattle and sheep.

"Beard, you bastard, you dare to rob my sheep?" Secretly battling Beard, the Black Tower was cut off by Beard while chasing down an enemy. Now the distance between me and him is another level! Blacktower thought remorsefully.

"Haha, who made your camel slow! Let's go to our left-hand side. "Beard jumped off his horse, picked up the head that was rolling in the grass, and at the end of his life, he didn't forget to stab the Black Tower. As soon as the words fell, he jumped on the war horse again.

"This is the second one. What about yours? Don't tell me it hasn't. Ha ha. The beard flicked wildly at the two hideous-looking heads that hung around his waist.

"You!" Black Tower Air Knot. He really didn't have a result, and in the steppe, the camel was a little slower than the horse, so he missed a few chances.

"I don't believe in evil, knights of the Red Camel Rider, give me a 'spirit' spirit, or these rabbit cubs will steal your silver star!" With a puffy beard, Blacktower grew away, chasing his next target.

The beard riveted with the Black Tower, and the horse followed the Black Tower, and he made up his mind to start a competition with the Black Tower.

After all, the beard of the latter will be a little late, and seeing that the black tower is about to harvest the first head, the beard takes off the horned bow, sacrifices his specialty, and passes with an arrow, hitting the target in front of the black tower.

But before the beard could laugh, he glared, and before the target fell immediately after the arrow, the camels of the Black Tower knocked the target of the arrow into the air, and then was trampled by the herds of camels.

In the cavalry assault, a considerable part of the attackers were killed under the hooves of their horses. Although the cavalry of the Light Cavalry were more than willing to harvest the heads that represented military merit, it was difficult for the enemy to flee in panic as they wished, and many frightened birds crashed into the cavalry's charging route in a panic, were kicked away by their horses, and then trampled into 'meat' mud.

Seeing that the results of the battle were gone, the Black Tower simply scattered in two, not pleasing to each other.

"You've got a kind!" The beard gave a smug thumbs up.

"Each other, each other. If you want to make trouble again, we'll consume it. "To deal with scoundrels, there is only more scoundrels.

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