Capturing the leader of the other party, Yang Shuang stopped the killing, shielded his back, and looked at the forty or fifty surviving barbarians with fear in his eyes.

Although he could speak Turkic, it was used by the Western Turks, and if the Central Turks did not communicate carefully, no one would understand them at all.

Most importantly, these people were not Turkic, but the Tiele tribe.

Therefore, he did not speak, but looked outside the battle circle, and was guarded by Anu.

The latter understood, and shouted loudly: "Surrender or kill!" Keep your eyes wide open and see what is in my master's hands! ”

When the barbarian who froze in place because of fear heard this, he subconsciously looked at the huge battle shield that was so huge that it was impossible to speak, and saw the true face of the ice slag that had been slapped away, and immediately let out a burst of exclamations.

"Oh my God!"

"It's a totem!"

"How could the holy relic be in his hands!"

Without waiting for the barbarian to take a closer look, Abo, who was hiding behind Anu, quickly rushed out and suddenly shouted: "When you see the holy relic, don't you kneel down?!" ”

"The wolf god is above!"

He ····· He's Apo Khan?! ”

"Yes, indeed, I saw him last year!"

Obviously, this group of barbarians was a little bluffed, and hesitated for a second or two, before Yang Shuang raised the wolf totem again, he didn't know if he really worshiped the holy relics, or was afraid of death, so he brushed and crawled on the ground.

"I've seen Apo Khan, I've seen ····· Khan master! ”

Yang Shuang grinned widely, and a strange smile appeared on his bloodstained face.

This is called, domineering!

"Ask them, how many tribes are there in the ravine?"

As he spoke, Yang Shuang threw the half-dead leader at Abo's feet.

The two muttered.

Anu stepped forward, pretending to retract his weapon as he listened.

After a while, he quietly gave Yang Shuang an unhindered gesture.

As a central Turkic manu, Anu could not understand the language, but because of his distrust of Apo, he has always hidden his talents.

Ah Bo naturally didn't know all this, and after communicating, he walked up to Yang Shuang and said respectfully: "Master, due to the cold weather, there are many tribes gathered here, plus the original Xue Clan, as well as the Wei Su Clan, the Qibi Clan, and the Yantuo Clan, the largest ethnic group at the northern foot of Yanran Mountain, with more than 10,000 soldiers and horses, and a population of almost more than 100,000. ”

"So much?"

Yang Shuang originally thought that a tribe would have a population of 800 people, and the soldiers and horses would not survive more than 500, and if they were broken one by one, he would have a great chance of winning, but he didn't expect that the other party would all come here to avoid winter.

"It's a lot, but Yanran Mountain is huge, hundreds of thousands of people are scattered, those tribes are estimated to be rare for a hundred miles, if we sneak in quietly and find the treasure knife and evacuate quickly, I don't think it will alarm them."

Yang Shuang disagreed.

He didn't come to the Northland to find the Sword!

The first is that there is no way to escape from being chased by the sand bowl, and the second is that he wants to pull up a team by force.

With Anu and them as the backbone, they collected slaves from the Turks, Tiele, and Qi bones to form an army, although the combat power will not be very high, but after half a year of accumulation in the gray space, there are already four or five thousand soldiers, and most of them are still elite!

The battle between the Eastern and Western Turks, such a majestic battlefield, how can I be without Yang Shuang!

"What is the population of their Xue Division? What is the strength of the troops? And how many slaves are there? ”

"Back to the master, the population of the Xue Department is still less than two thousand, and the number of troops is only five hundred, but in the bitter cold land, almost all of them can go on horses to fight, and as for the slaves, about two-thirds!"

Yang Shuang was stunned for a moment, and asked in surprise: "In this way, two thousand people have removed five hundred troops, and almost all of the rest are slaves?" ”

"Forehead ·····" Po seemed a little puzzled, but soon understood.

The owner is not a steppe person, so he naturally does not understand the rules of grassland survival.

Tribe-to-tribe wars have always been fought between the victors and the losers as slaves.

Therefore, he explained: "Xue Bu originally had only four or five hundred people, and its development has relied on annexing other small tribes. Therefore, the captives are almost all slaves! ”

"Drive!"

While the two were talking, Yang Awu arrived with a large team.

Seeing forty or fifty people crawling on the ground, as well as dead and disabled people everywhere, as well as fallen war horses, this sister-in-law's eyes were full of admiration.

"Uncle Wang is mighty!"

"The Metropolitan Governor is mighty!"

The soldiers of Longxi who followed complained a lot about the northward journey, but because of the relationship between superiors and subordinates, as well as the rumored combat power of Yang Shuang, they all dared to be angry and did not dare to speak.

You know, the Northern Regions are not a fun place!

And now seeing such a scene, after sitting on what I think in my heart, I am all full of hope for life again.

"Come on, tie all these captives behind their horses! You! Yang Shuang pointed to the leader lying at his feet and said, "Open the way ahead!" ”

"Master, aren't we going around quietly?" Awa was a little surprised.

"What are you doing in there?"

"Steal the knife!"

"What's the use of a broken knife, do you really think it can command the heroes? Kill it in and free the slaves! Yang Shuang was too lazy to talk nonsense with this thing, so he helped the leader onto the war horse, lifted the wolf totem, and rushed forward with a step.

The five hundred Longxi soldiers glanced at each other, and jumped off the wooden row one after another, not knowing whether to cheer themselves up, or to the extreme excitement, each screaming and rushing forward.

Yang Awu, the little girl, naturally will not lag behind, seeing Yang Shuang running fast, flying on the horse, pulling out two burning sticks, combining them into one to form a dragon head staff, and scolded: "Kill!" ”

"Grass, roar a fart, I don't know if you want to drip into the village quietly, don't you want to shoot?" Staring at the frightened and honest leader, Yang Shuang turned his head and yelled.

The fierce crowd hurriedly silenced, but the speed increased again.

In a short time, the foot of the mountain is close at hand.

The mountain was still white, but it wasn't frost, it wasn't snow, it was sheep!

"Kill it, don't stop!"

After half a month of getting along, Yang Shuang has learned about the combat power of this group of soldiers.

If compared with the reserves of the Western Regions, it is a little worse.

If you compare it with the Great Sui Jiashi, if you say it ugly, it's rubbish!

They are not soldiers, nor are they county soldiers, but the Longxi family was forced by the pressure given by the emperor and stuffed into the domestic servant courtyard in the army!

Therefore, the best way to fight against the murderous barbarian tribe is not to confront it head-on, but to rush through it in one go.

With Yang Shuang as the spearhead, defeat the other party in one fell swoop!

The frightened flocks of sheep were scattered around the peach river, and the slaves shepherding the sheep ran to the hillside with screams.

There, hundreds of tents, wrapped in fences, are scattered around the evergreen pines.

The leader of the galloping horses suddenly raised his whip and seemed to want to flee.

Seeing where the tribe was, Yang Shuang no longer needed a leader, so he directly slapped it with a shield and flew it directly with the war horse for four or five meters.

"Die!"

Such a blood-boiling scene once again stimulated the silent Longxi soldiers.

Each patted his chest, no longer suppressed his shouting, and screamed and rushed forward.

Yang Awu's face was flushed, and the three-meter-long dragon head staff pointed straight ahead.

"Yan Ran Le Shi, seal the wolf Juxu, kill!"