Eighteen slaves put on the clothes and armor of the Shanshan army, but they also became like human dogs.

Unfortunately, the language barrier silenced both sides.

All the way east, through the darkness, ushered in the dawn.

When Turkic refugees appeared in the front, Yang Shuang's first reaction was to run up and ask for directions.

However, as soon as he swung his horsewhip, eighteen slaves drew their swords and struck them with a howl of ghosts and wolves.

The violent momentum is like encountering an enemy who kills his father.

"Stop!"

Yang Shuang hurriedly stopped, but suddenly remembered that the other party couldn't understand what he was talking about.

With a huge momentum, eighteen slaves roared through the crowd.

Don't look at their emaciation, but the bones of their bodies that have been suffering all year round are full of explosive power, and the knives and horses collide, causing a series of miserable howls.

When Yang Shuang caught up, more than 30 people fell to the ground.

Even more infuriating was that the slaves dismounted, cut off the deceased's head, and threw themselves down in front of him again with a wolf's howl.

The leader even used body language to express his excitement.

After a dozen bangs, there are all kinds of hand dances.

Yang Shuang pondered for a long time, sighed suddenly, and put down the raised iron spear.

Who can solve the hatred between slaves and slave owners?

According to the meaning expressed by the other party, before they were captured by the Shanshan army, they did not suffer less in this tribe, their wives were occupied, their sons were fed to wolves, they were hungry and full, and if they didn't work hard, they would be whipped to death by horsewhips.

At the beginning, there were as many as 300 clansmen assigned here, but now there are only 18 of them left!

Yang Shuang is not a Bodhisattva, and there is no Bodhisattva in this era.

Regardless of whether what the other party said is true or not, the hatred in his eyes cannot be disguised.

The people of this era, whether they are the Han nation or the barbarian tribes, are all full of blood, and it seems normal to draw a knife and kill without saying a word.

If he is indifferent to the revenge of killing his son and his father, he will not keep this group of waste.

Just like at the beginning, if there was no killing order······

"Get up!"

Yang Shuang picked up his gun and got on the horse, no longer looking at the corpses that were gradually buried by the wind and sand.

He was in a very conflicted mood now, he used to think that the war had nothing to do with the people, but the next moment his subordinates slaughtered so many old and weak women and children.

Right? Or is it wrong?

He didn't know.

If there were no five dynasties and ten kingdoms after the fall of the Tang Dynasty, no Jin Liao, no Mongols and the Qing Dynasty, he might have killed these slaves.

But his limited knowledge of history made him know that if history remained unchanged, the future Song Dynasty would only have the Central Plains.

There is no ····· after that cliff mountain and so on, it will still be widely circulated.

History has witnessed everything, and it also proves that only one of the barbarians in China and the Northern Regions can be left.

As a descendant of Yan and Huang, Yang Shuang's eyes became cold.

Kill!

Kill to kill!

Let some enemies become blades in your own hands to pierce the flesh of another powerful enemy.

·······

"Sky!"

"Oh my God... Empty..."

"Meadow!"

"Grass... Ground..."

"You! I! ”

"You... I...

A month later.

Bypassing the vast Gobi Desert at the northern foot of the Northern Tianshan Mountains, the team came to an oasis.

Under Yang Shuang's day and night teaching, the slaves were gradually able to speak ancient Chinese.

The leader is the most intelligent, drawing inferences from others, and even being able to teach his master a few words of Turkic.

In the past month, there has been a lot of killing.

Eat all the cattle and sheep, and then go to rob them, and if you don't have a water bladder, you will continue to grab them.

So much so that Yang Shuang, who had been worried about the two passes, gradually became addicted, and the days of his return dragged on farther and farther.

Day and night, stop and go, from south to north, plundering again and again, engaging in the Turkic border chickens and dogs, did not wait for the king of Shanshan to chase and kill the army, but ushered in the Turkic control of the iron cavalry to take revenge.

"Boom ·····"

On the Gobi Desert with green spots in the north, a cavalry rushed in, counting about 100 people.

"Get in!"

Yang Shuang tore off the sheepskin vest, dispersed the strong smell of fishy, galloped on his horse, and rushed into the oasis composed of poplar trees.

Behind him, the eighteen slaves who followed closely behind him threw dozens of thistles behind the buttocks of the standing horses.

"This is Zhuomao Lake!"

Hiding under a poplar tree that was completely different from later generations, Yang Shuang flipped through the map and roughly estimated his location.

Fifty miles to the south, it should be Igo!

But what worries him is that he has not encountered his own sentinels!

According to the military regulations formulated at the Yumen Pass, no matter how good or bad the weather is, as long as you are in the Western Regions, the warning range is at least 100 miles!

In other words, you can control the scope of the situation, no less than a radius of 100 miles!

Because of this, the horses were lost to an army of nearly 2,000 people, and at least 300 sentry horses were needed.

But for Yang Shuang, even five hundred is worth it!

Communication has always been the most critical factor affecting the outcome of a war.

"Whoosh ·····"

When the hundred cavalry arrived at the oasis, they did not rush in immediately, but bent their bows and arrows, and shot at each other.

"Kill !!"

It wasn't until a long time later that the sound of beating leaves through the forest disappeared.

Hundreds of people dismounted and walked on foot, carrying spears and pouring into the dense forest.

"Put!"

"Puff puff ·····"

Eighteen slaves who can switch between sword and shield soldiers and archers at will, after the baptism of killing, have long been inferior to those elites in Yumen Pass. Coupled with the foundation laid during the nomadic pasture, archery is extraordinary!

Moreover, they are far more familiar with the Gobi Desert and the grassland than Yang Shuang!

"Ahh

Shooting empty quivers, Yang Shuang picked up his gun and rushed towards the Turkic soldiers who found him.

In the rear, the slaves, who lined up several quivers, stopped shooting when they heard the shouts, half rushed to the left, half to the right.

"Wow!!"

Soon, the familiar howl of wolves echoed over the oasis.

"Haha, you are surrounded, quickly dismount and surrender!" Yang Shuang shot through the dead man, threw away the iron gun, picked up the corpse on the ground, and slapped it indiscriminately.

He found it to be very useful!

Although it is not as lethal as an iron gun, it is surprisingly threatening!

The Turkic soldiers who attacked from all sides retreated with terror on their faces.

For ordinary people, using people as weapons is definitely terrifying!

The slaves who rounded around on both sides also exerted their might, carrying the snatched war shields and wielding the captured war knives, all of them looking like crazy.

"Kill!"

"Gathering !!"

The Turkic centurion suddenly sensed that something was wrong, the gap in combat power between the two sides was too big!

[Ding, congratulations, achieve the "Thousand People Slash" achievement, reward: system optimization once, skill lottery once. ] 】

Standing empty-handed, shouting at the Turkic soldiers around him, Yang Shuang, who was having a lot of fun, was suddenly awakened by the system prompt.

Soon, the vision of the lottery and the gray space icon changed subtly.

[Turkic Control String - Unknown Creep, Combat Power 22.] 】

[Turkic Control String - Unknown Centurion, Combat Power 41. 】

[Your subordinate - Ah Da - soldier soul state, combat power 30. 】

[You-Yang Shuang-General Soul State, combat power 96. 】

[Morale of your side: Bursting the table.] Enemy Morale: Low. 】

You don't even need to touch to see the enemy's combat power?!

Wrong!

The creeps are also showing their combat power!

Yang Shuang was slightly stunned, and immediately noticed an icon like the King of Fighters' qi and blood slot.

The team did blow up the table, and the red card slot was completely shrouded in flames.

The blue card slot, which represents the other party, is gradually being covered by a blizzard.

Morale is down to freezing point!