If Mustafa had been given a chance to regret it, he would have regretted that he had set up more than a dozen tents, which exposed his Chinese army.

Li Huaitang, who took the lead, led his troops to pounce on the location of these tents like a mountain. The first thing the rolling horseshoe encountered was the strong man of Shi Guo, who had been noisy for half a night, and he lay tired on the grass by the fire and fell asleep. The shaking of the earth only caused many people to rub their newly opened sleepy eyes, and before they even had time to get up, they drowned under the torrent of horses' hooves, and were soon trampled into flesh.

Li Huaitang's sweaty horse was extremely fast, and he had already pulled some distance from his cavalry. The elite of Khorasan had already begun to react, and some experienced veterans rolled out of the ground with weapons breaking through the felts on the sides, and more panicked soldiers came out through the tent doors.

Li Huaitang rode a flying war horse, passing in front of the gate of the first tent he encountered, and the powerful kinetic energy knocked a big food soldier who had just come out of the tent into the air, and a cloud of blood mist sprinkled over the position where he had just appeared, and then was directly encountered by Li Huaitang. A strong smell of blood suddenly entered Li Huaitang's nose, and the blood almost choked him off his horse.

The big food soldier who was knocked into the air was already out of breath when he was in the air. As soon as the flying big food soldier landed, Li Huaitang's war horse arrived just in time and stepped over his corpse. The scimitar in Li Huaitang's hand was not idle, and in front of the third tent, with a thunderbolt, the head of a big food soldier who was still ignorant and didn't know the direction flew up, followed by a powerful blood fountain.

The resume of a centurion for many years saved Mustafa's life. Mustafa held a knife in his left hand and a spear in his right hand, and like a veteran, he cut a small door with his knife from the side of the tent and rolled out of the ground.

What greeted Mustafa's eyes was a bloody massacre, a massacre of the attacker against the attacked, a massacre of the cavalry against the infantry.

Mustafa was very puzzled, and there was no news that the Turgish had broken through the Mimi line. Shi Guoren? It is also impossible, most of the soldiers of Shi Guo were sent to Samarkand. Horse bandits? I had never heard of such a powerful bandit. So, who are the sneak attackers in front of you? Could it be that he is a heavenly soldier?

There was no time left to bother with the identity of the attackers, and the camp had been rushed by groups of war horses. An anxious Mustafa cried out hoarsely, trying to get his soldiers to move closer to him.

The attackers were smart, and already a group of cavalry had rushed to the herd of horses, apparently to take them away. Losing the war horse is equivalent to losing its vitality, and it seems that there is only a desperate battle today.

Soon, several of his own soldiers gathered around Mustafa.

Mustafa shouted to one of his own soldiers: "Go, organize the Tocharians, bring them here, and move closer to me." ”

The soldier answered nervously, turned and ran towards the Tocharian camp. As a result, as soon as he ran out of the edge of the camp, he was bumped into by a group of raiding cavalry, and Mustafa watched from a distance as the head of his own soldier rolled into a campfire.

Mustafa roared, his eyes wide as he stared at an assailant in the distance, who had just slashed down his own soldiers and charged in his direction, apparently looking at his own head. Mustafa's right hand gripped the spear tightly, and with a loud shout, he completed a standard spear throwing motion. The short spear broke free and rushed into the night sky. In the blink of an eye, the oncoming knight screamed and fell off his horse. The short spear pierced his ribcage accurately, and inertia carried him off his horse and landed in front of the hoofs of the rolling horse. On the grassland, there is another puddle of flesh and blood fertilizer.

The three Bright Horsemen had all broken into the camp of the Great Cannibal and launched a one-sided slaughter. Whether it was the Great Food Soldier, the Tocharian Servant Army, or the Zhuang Ding of Shi Guo and those slaves who were running around in a panic, as long as they appeared in front of their eyes, they were all slashed and killed. Some cavalrymen with good riding skills swooped down to pick up torches on the ground and threw them at the tents. Wool tents, with a lot of grease attached, meet an open flame, more than dry firewood, a little bit.

Raging fires illuminate the Gizal Valley. The surviving Great Eaters and Tocharian servants were exposed in the sky-high flames. The generals of the three cavalry of light calmly commanded the cavalry under their command and launched an encirclement and suppression without suspense.

The situation of the Tocharian servants was also very bad, and the panicked soldiers had just come out of their tents when they were either knocked away by wild horses or were fatally stabbed. In just a few breaths, hundreds of people were killed and wounded. There were also many timid soldiers who were too frightened to come out of the tents, until the three horsemen of light lit the tent with torches, and the soldiers who were caught in the flames rushed out with a howl and rolled on the ground, and many of them were trampled to death by their horses before they could see the attackers clearly.

But Tocharian also had warriors. A Tocharian general armed with a spear, struggling to stop his panicked soldiers, wanted to organize his ranks to resist. But his efforts were doomed to be in vain, and as soon as he grabbed one of the soldiers, and was dragged by his side, the other frightened soldier screamed and scurried again.

In the midst of the confusion, General Tocharian heard Mustafa's call. He abandoned the idea of gathering soldiers and instinctively moved closer to Mustafa. Suddenly, in the firelight from the side, a sturdy figure appeared, and a knight rushed towards him.

The Tocharian general was surprised to turn his spear around and aim the tip of his spear at the galloping horse. But the speed of the other party's horse was too fast, and that speed was beyond the range of his cognition of horse speed. After finding that the time was too late, he held a spear in both hands and swept through thousands of troops with one move, trying to break the horse's legs. Unexpectedly, the horse seemed to be a horse spirit, and when the spear swept in front of him, he suddenly jumped into the air with his legs in the air and jumped on the spear that swept by.

The sweaty horse that jumped high flashed past the Tocharian general with Kuroko, who raised his unusually sharp scimitar, reflecting the dazzling light of the fire, and slashed at the Tocharian general under the horse. With a "click", General Tocharo's head split in half from top to bottom. The ** of the white flower splashed out and painted the ground.

The battle has come to an end. The scattered Tocharian soldiers were met by the light infantry marching in formation, and the unmotivated Tocharians found that they could not surrender, and the attackers were unwilling to surrender, unless they fled and kept their distance from these demons, they would be pierced by spears and then provoked to fly.

Mustafa was also powerless. In the end, he only gathered a dozen Khorasan warriors and more than thirty servant soldiers around him to resist stubbornly.

The three horsemen of light did not rush forward to kill, and after encircling and suppressing the rest of the stragglers, they just stared at them from a distance.

Looking at the last dozens of trapped beasts, Li Huaitang wiped the blood on his face and coldly ordered: "All the cavalry step forward, dismount and shoot first, the left horse turns left, and the corner bow horse shoots!" ”

"Yo he!"

The cavalry let out a beastly cry. Bands of cavalry, in hundreds, drove slowly toward the last dozens of Mustafa's men, and when they were one hundred and fifty paces away, they dismounted with their bows in their hands. Suddenly, a rain of arrows covered the last dozens of Mustafa's men. Mustafa was dismayed to find that their short spears could not reach the enemy, and the dismounted knights, having finished their bows and arrows, galloped on their horses, and at a distance of eighty paces turned their horses' heads and went around the flank.

The cavalry with the horned bow circled to Mustafa's left side, and after controlling the speed, they also shot the feathered arrows in their hands scattered. As for whether the target was hit or not, it is difficult to say.

Mustafa had no shield, no armor to protect them, and they were helpless in the face of a rain of arrows flying like a swarm of locusts. Although Mustafa decisively gave the final order to charge to the death, no one rushed out of the range of the rain of arrows. The riding skills of the Three Riders of Light are too "clever", as if they have already understood Mustafa's intentions and predicted their charging route in advance, and the rain of arrows accurately covered them.

By the time more than 500 Bright Three Horsemen had finished shooting a round, none of them, including Mustafa, were standing, and all of them had become hedgehogs on the steppe.

The raid has finally come to an end. Then came the work of the infantrymen: cleaning up the battlefield and collecting supplies. The infantry who experienced the battlefield for the first time turned pale in the face of bloody flesh and stumps all over the ground, most of them turned over the river and the sea, and some even contributed food to the grassland as fertilizer. However, Gongsun Yaowu knew that only after this bloody experience could this group of recruits glow with the fierceness and murderous aura that only true warriors have.

"The cavalry lost twelve dead and there were no wounded. The infantry slightly wounded two people. The war horses lost five. ”

And the lightly wounded infantry still fell and bruised while chasing the rout.

"Three hundred and fifty-two horses, five hundred and eighty camels, more than three thousand pack horses, fifty-two carts of various weapons, armor, and infantry shields, and ten carts of black fire oil, a total of one hundred barrels. There were also thirty carts of gold and silver nuggets. 400 carts of grain and forage. There are countless cattle and sheep. ”

"The captives are being captured."

The six monkeys excitedly read the statistics gathered from all sides, and felt so happy and promising to be a wolf.

Li Huaitang sat by a fire, listening to an astonishing number of reports on the results of the battle. They didn't follow the big and small chestnuts, otherwise the data would have been more accurate and timely in front of him.