"Remove your paralysis and come back hi !!"

Although he couldn't understand the other party's language, he had fought with King Shanshan many times, and the order to 'withdraw' could still be understood, Yang Shuang endured his hunger, rushed out of the battle circle in three or two steps, and reached out to grab the centurion who wanted to escape.

"I didn't kill you before, it was useful to keep it, but now your men are scattered and fleeing, how can you still use blind command to die for Lao Tzu!"

The tiger's mouth was like a pincer, with a slight force, and a crisp sound suddenly came from the thick neck of the bowl.

"Click·····"

Throwing away the corpse casually, looking at the more than three hundred people who did not return to the darkness, Yang Shuang exhaled heavily.

Yesterday, the Dunhuang Warlord and the King of Shanshan were fighting, and he couldn't feel the gap between the two.

But after this battle, he finally realized what the existence of a bull is to fight with one enemy and ten thousand.

At the beginning in Dunhuang, Lao Hei single-handedly rode to kill the Turkic cavalry of 10,000 people, but only lost one war horse.

If it were him...... Think, 400 people have already made him scramble!

Powerful, not invincible.

Reacts, agility, imminence and experience are required, and of course, the most important thing is fitness!

But he can't do it now, and it is estimated that it will be difficult in the future.

The consumption of soul energy is calculated according to the intensity of the battle.

In high-intensity exercise, the user must take the enemy away in waves, otherwise the outbreak will follow, and unbearable hunger will follow, and he may die without the enemy's action.

"Gollum ......"

Rubbing his disobedient belly, Yang Shuang picked up a broken spear and inserted it into the neck of the war horse beside him, and then forcibly pressed it to the ground, bent down and opened his mouth to suck wildly······

The wind is blowing and the night is coming.

The silent and desolate desert, the temperature difference is as extreme as that of later generations, wearing cotton in the morning, yarn in the afternoon, and eating watermelon in the stove.

Unfortunately, there are no watermelons here.

When Yang Shuang recovers some strength, the side effects of binge drinking horse blood will follow, thirsty!

Fortunately, the system not only absorbs the blood energy, but also filters out the toxicity, and there is no discomfort in the stomach.

"Giggle·····

got up and burped, and looked around, the Shanshan soldiers had long since disappeared.

Strangely, the battle was so fierce that even the cattle and sheep scattered and fled, and the dozen or so slaves who were hung behind the horse team still knelt on the ground.

Frozen to death?

Yang Shuang picked up the iron spear that pierced the commander and provoked one of them, but he saw that his face was full of horror.

"Brother ······"

"What the hell?"

The pronunciation of ancient Chinese is completely different from that of the future, and after the Five Hu Chaohua, it is even more integrated with a large number of Turkic words, which is already very different from the Han Dynasty.

For example, until the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty in the Central Plains, there was no word 'brother', but 'brother'!

'Ge' comes from the nomadic people, pronounced 'Agan' in Xianbei and 'Ge' in Turkic.

As the saying goes, the eldest brother is like a father, and for the Turks, 'brother' means father, or master.

This is related to the marriage system of the nomadic people, their tradition is that when the father dies, the wife is the stepmother, and the brother dies and the sister-in-law, so this culture is called "chaolun" by the Central Plains, and it is also called the barbarian.

After it was transmitted to the Central Plains, the meaning of 'brother' was completely different from that of nomads.

Just like the big brother in Shi Da's mouth, it is actually the meaning of the leader.

"Nest grass!"

After Ye Hu Tushi's teaching, Yang Shuang understood a little Turkic slightly, and his face turned a little green, "I haven't found any jasper, where did I get such an ugly son?" And, there are eighteen of them! ”

Seeing the mighty generals retreating from their guns, the Turkic slaves were pleasantly surprised, and after a few bangs, they quickly got up and roared a few times around, and the cattle and sheep that had disappeared ran back one after another!

Skills!

Yang Shuang was dumbfounded.

"Meet your lord!"

Except for the man who shouted brother, the other seventeen seemed to have found the backbone of the heart, plunged into the sand, and climbed up to kiss someone's combat boots.

Yang Shuang's face turned from green to purple, and his sons still have foot fetish?

However, he understood what "lord" meant, similar to the chief, and favored the tribal chief.

This 'adult' is not the 'adult' of the later generations.

Just like Shan Yu, it was an extremely noble title at first, but later it became an official position on the bad street.

There are also the current khans, one in the east, one in the middle, and one in the west, and there are countless little khans, and it is estimated that in a few years, the streets will also be rotten.

Although Yang Shuang understands some Turkic languages, it does not mean that he can speak.

Except for hello, hello, hello everyone, have you eaten in the morning and evening, and important military orders on the battlefield, the rest have forgotten how to say.

The old fellow Tush is a good teacher, but the disciple is a flat-tongued teacher.

Yang Shuang bowed to the eighteen slaves, "You are free!" ”

He is not a person who kills indiscriminately, there are good and bad people everywhere he goes, even if it is a war, he has to distinguish between enemy soldiers and civilians.

This is a habit developed by later generations as a soldier, and he does not want to change it, nor does he want to change it.

War is a careerist's game, and it has nothing to do with the poor.

However, Yang Shuang turned around and walked east, and this group of men actually drove cattle and sheep, leading more than 20 war horses to follow.

"What do you do with me? Love goes anywhere! ”

"Your Excellency!" Eighteen men bowed their heads again.

Yang Shuang was a little helpless, and just wanted to use body language to make this group of people retreat, but suddenly remembered something.

Legend has it that among the nomads of the Northern Regions, slaves were used as 'currency' or consumables, not even compared to cattle and sheep.

When a tribe is conquered, the slaves of that tribe will obediently surrender to the victor, and even know what hard work they have to do without arranging.

If you have nothing to do, you may be killed, or you may be eaten!

Looking back at the well-behaved eighteen hemp men again, Yang Shuang had a bold idea.

······

War is always brutal.

Not only did it take the lives of fifty elite people of the Qigu-Ale tribe, but also swept away the cattle and sheep on which the people depended.

As a tribe that lives in the north of the Tianshan Mountains and the southern foot of the Jinshan Mountains all the year round, life is already difficult, and now it is almost on the road of extinction.

(Golden Mountain: The name of the Turkic Altaic language family, meaning the Golden Mountains, which translates to the Altai Mountains.) Turkic languages are also divided into multiple languages, just like the dialects of various parts of China. ）

Old Bart took the thirty surviving women and children with his broken guns and prepared to defect to the Zele department in the south.

As the weather warms, the Jinshan and Tianshan Mountains are all thawed, and the steppe next to the Gobi Desert has been covered with a layer of greenery.

"Alas!"

Old Bart sighed, and walked there, estimating that his old fellow would be killed.

Sweeping over the five little dolls with hatred on their faces, his gaze became firm again.

As long as the tribe can be glorious again, why not give up the useless body!

It's just that I don't know if the three sons who were taken south by Apo Khan to Dasui are still alive.

I heard that the Datou Khan in the west has already withdrawn his troops, and the war in the south is a bit bad for the grassland!

"Boom ·····"

Hearing the sound of horses' hooves, Old Bart hurriedly stopped everyone and looked up, nineteen blood-colored cavalrymen gradually approached from the junction of heaven and earth.

The leader is a bald head!