On the field, the shouts of desperate fighting shook Yingye, the originally verdant grassland became a hell like Shura, Hu Luguang and the three thousand black cavalry under his command and the 1,500 elite soldiers of Tubo were completely strangled together, although the black cavalry was strictly trained and well-equipped, but in the face of these Tubo soldiers who were almost as cruel as beasts when fighting, it was no longer possible to maintain an overwhelming victory, and there began to be casualties in their ranks.

Ritsumitsu is a brave general, he can lead his soldiers to bravely and directly assault the enemy's own position, and he is fearless in the face of several times the enemy, but let him lead the army to annihilate the enemy in the vast and flat field, he can't think of any good way, only the most effective and simple method of chaos to achieve it.

With an eagle chirp, when Hu Luguang looked back suddenly, he saw his Eagle King claw tearing through the corpse of the Tubo people behind him, and the faces of the Tubo people who wanted to sneak attack him quietly got up, and the knife flashed, and the horizontal knife in Hu Luguang's hand cut off his head. "Thank you, old man!" Swinging the blood beads on the knife, Lu Guang said to his eagle king, with a chirp, the goshawk king stopped on his shoulder, after a long sigh, the sharp eagle pupils looked forward to it, there was an indescribable strong demeanor, Hu Lu Guang laughed, he instigated the horse to rush to the Tubo people who were resisting not far away.

The Tubo camp forty miles away has been completely captured by Murong Ke at this time, and the last 3,000 Tubo soldiers left in the camp were broken by the black cavalry one by one under the condition of fighting separately, and all of them were sent to Huangquan Road. So when those Tibetans threw away their swords and surrendered, the Black Cavalry did not have any geographical knowledge, and they still rode their horses and roared to kill these Tibetans.

In the end, all that remained in the Tibetan camp were women, children, and a few old men, huddled in awe, fear, hatred, and anger in their eyes. When the Black Cavalry soldiers on their tall horses stopped in front of them, they did not hesitate to kneel before these sudden conquerors.

In the sky above the camp, there was a black pillar of smoke, which was particularly eye-catching on the endless grassland, and the seven thousand Tubo people who rushed out of the camp had already seen the black pillar of smoke that made them feel ominous, but they wanted to turn back. The black cavalry who had led them out had killed one of their rifles, and they harassed them on their flanks with two detachments of a thousand men to prevent them from returning. In the face of these black cavalry, the Tibetans finally had to divide the two thousand men and horses to prevent these black cavalry from blocking their way back.

When they heard Murong Ke's order, several guerrilla generals of the Black Cavalry Army all showed shocked looks. They couldn't have imagined that this young general, who had been promoted by the coach, would be so ruthless and ruthless. Looking at the Black Cavalry General who was standing in place, silent, Murong Ke's slender eyebrows jumped, his eyes revealed a bit of coldness, and his voice was cold, "Do you want to disobey?" ”

"Is it really hard for me to accept the general's approach?" Among those guerrillas, an officer who was no more than twenty-four or five years old frowned. They have been trained in military literacy since childhood, and they all defeat the enemy with a dignified and upright military formation, and the way of fighting like Murong Ke said is undoubtedly evil in their eyes, and it is a loss of honor for soldiers.

"On the battlefield, all a soldier has to pursue is victory." Murong Ke's eyes sharply scanned the guerrillas of the Black Cavalry and the officers and staff officers on the side, and his voice was solemn. "Abandon your ridiculously moral senses. When you put on this uniform. When you're on the battlefield, you're just a bunch of ruthless soldiers. Guilt or something, only those cowards who are not determined to have it. ”

"Now, carry out my orders." Looking at the officers and staff officers who bowed their heads, Murong Ke put his hand on the hilt of the knife on his waist, and his voice was murderous, "Otherwise, it will be dealt with as the crime of disturbing the morale of the army." ”

"Whoa!" Those black cavalry guerrillas and officers and staff officers finally raised their heads, although their military posture has been upright, but their voices are no longer as high-pitched as before, they once thought that they were saviors and not just conquerors, but now Murong Ke let them know that the soldiers are not as noble as they used to listen to the stories told by their elders, there is only victory and defeat on the battlefield, there is no morality, and when they pick up the knife to kill the enemy, they have no morality at all.

The soldiers of the Black Cavalry only hesitated for a moment as they listened to the orders given by the officers, and then they faithfully carried out the orders, they were soldiers, and it was their duty to obey orders. The 30,000 old and weak women and children who remained in the Tibetan camp were tied up with ropes, joined together, and then driven out of the camp, and they stood on the grassland, watching the black cavalry form a formation behind them, and at this time smoke and dust rose in front of them, and their soldiers returned. Murong calmly commanded the Black Cavalry to make the final deployment, not paying the slightest attention to the Tubo people who were rapidly approaching in the distance.

The 5,000 Tubo people who returned to help looked at their relatives who were tied up in front of them on the grassland, and they all stopped in a daze, and they soon understood that those black cavalry were using their relatives as shields to block them, and if they wanted to attack, they had to step on the corpses of their relatives, and in an instant, these Tibetan soldiers were all red-eyed, they had never hated their enemies so much, but they forgot that when they conquered other tribes in the past, they often drove those innocent people as their shields, Only this time it was their turn.

"In war, there is no innocent who is not innocent." Looking at the Tubo soldiers who stopped, Murong Ke muttered to himself, with a terrifying cruelty in his voice, he raised his hand, and then waved it down, and then the soldiers of the Black Cavalry drove the old and weak Tubo women and children in front of him to the five thousand Tubo soldiers in front of him, and those who were unwilling to step were immediately killed by bows and arrows, and then dragged down the people who were tied up with him next to him, and then trampled to death by the panicked people behind.

Looking at this scene, the eyes of the five thousand Tibetan soldiers seemed to be about to split, and their red eyes seemed to be dripping blood. Ahead were their relatives, and they couldn't leave them alone, and then they knew how angry and unwilling their enemies were in the face of such a scene.

Murong Ke sat on his horse, commanding the entire team to move forward slowly and orderly, constantly approaching those Tubo soldiers, his face was calm from beginning to end, without any expression, making the black cavalry staff officers beside him feel as if the blood on his body was cold.

Look at the close relatives. One of the Tibetan soldiers, who had been at a loss, finally couldn't help but rush out of the ranks, jumped off their horses, galloped forward, and cut the thick ropes that bound their relatives with knives. Murong didn't stop those Tubo soldiers from rescuing the people tied up in front of the team, he just stopped the entire team and coldly watched as more and more Tubo soldiers jumped off their horses in front of him and rushed towards them.

"Shoot the arrows." Finally. When nearly 2,000 Tubo soldiers jumped off their horses and rushed to the front of the team, Murong Ke gave the order, and then the 3,000 dismounted Black Cavalry soldiers began to fire in turn with their compound longbows, and wave after wave of dense arrows covered the front of the team, shooting those Tubo soldiers who rushed to death along with the old and weak women and children who were tied. It's cruel, but it's effective.

In the end, the remaining Tibetan soldiers could no longer hold back, and they began to bypass their relatives in front of them. Wanting to attack behind those black cavalry, they lost their minds and rode their horses wildly, thinking that they were just killing these demonic black cavalry and saving their relatives.

Looking at the Tubo people who rushed over, Murong Ke sneered, he protected those captives in front and on both wings, it was with this in mind, "Divide a thousand people." Cover shooting at them. He commanded the officer beside him in a cold voice.

Soon, a thousand Black Cavalry soldiers stopped firing in front of them, and they aimed behind them, and the Tibetans, who had already circled far away, began to shoot intensively, and under the continuous galloping, the horses of these Tibetans were already exhausted, and finally most of them had to dismount and rush at these demonic and cruel enemies. For the Tubo people who rushed with a brute spirit. Murong didn't have the slightest respect. He simply followed through his path of victory as a general. Again the order was given, "Cavalry sortie." ”

Fifteen hundred black cavalrymen had been waiting for a long time. Rushing from behind the formation to the Tubo team, which had almost completely turned into infantry, began to annihilate the charge, the bloody ground on the battlefield had completely awakened the killing intent hidden in their hearts, and they broke into the Tubo team in a neat cone formation, and scattered and separated, just like in the past battle training, twelve people and one fire to match the formation began an efficient slaughter.

After giving the order, Murong Ke did not pay attention to the battle behind him, the battlefield that had been won by him was not worthy of any distraction, he looked ahead again, although under the blow of the rain of arrows, the nearly 2,000 Tubo soldiers who rushed in suffered heavy casualties, but they still cut a lot of ropes, so that many people could escape from this cruel and bloody place with them.

"Charge." Murong stopped the arrow array, he gave the last order in this battle, and then he personally mounted his war horse, with the three thousand black cavalry soldiers who collected their bows and straddled the horses, and instigated the horses to step out of a bloody path in the group of captives in front of him, killing the remaining Tubo soldiers and those who fled.

Flesh and blood splashed, Murong Ke felt the gentle feeling on his face, and there was a kind of madness in his eyes, he was a genius, and geniuses are often crazy, he confirmed this. The jet-black horse lance was pulled out of the chest of a young Tubo soldier, Murong Ke looked at the soldiers beside him, he was very satisfied with these Murong family children, they were as crazy as him, but they also understood the truth that there were only enemies and enemies on the battlefield.

Murong Ke stopped suddenly, because there was no one to kill in his vicinity, all that was left was those old and weak Tubo women and children who were trembling in the pile of dead people, and their eyes were afraid to overpower hatred, and they didn't dare to look at him directly, which made him bored. Murong Ke looked at the black cavalry on the battlefield, and then he shook his head, he admitted that the black cavalry was very strong, but they still did not put themselves in the position of conquerors, they stepped into the plateau, not to save these Tubo people, they came to use knives and iron hooves to tell these Tubo people, who is the master, and the life and death of slaves do not need to be too concerned.

When the entire battlefield fell silent, it was already evening, and the blood-colored remnant sun reflected on the Shura-like battlefield, and there was a dead silence. In this battle, the 5,000 Black Cavalry only lost 127 men, of which only 83 were killed, not even a hundred. Looking at the scavenging eagle hovering in the sky, Murong turned his back to the Black Cavalry generals behind him who reported the battle situation to him, folded his hands, and said to himself, "I know you must think I am a cruel person, but I want you to know that if the next battle is okay, I will still do it." ”

"The marshal handed you over to me so that I might lead you to victory and survival." Speaking of this, Murong Ke turned around, and his sharp eyes swept the faces of the Black Cavalry behind him with a posture that didn't care about other people's opinions, "So all I care about is victory and you, everything else doesn't matter, I don't want to see any of you fall on the battlefield because of those ridiculous morals, pecked by those scavenging eagles." ”

After Murong Ke finished speaking, he didn't care about the people behind him anymore and walked straight into the distance. It wasn't until he left that those Black Cavalry generals raised their heads, they knew that Murong Ke had done nothing wrong, but this kind of battlefield and such a victory were different from what they had hoped for, they only had a heavy feeling in their hearts, the war was not as full of legends and glory as they had imagined before, and the taste of victory might be bitter.

At night, Hu Luguang and the team that lured the enemy also returned, and compared to the battlefield commanded by Murong Ke, their losses were greater, Hu Luguang intercepted and killed the 1,500 elite 3,000 Tubo soldiers and killed nearly 300 people, while the other team paid almost the same price to annihilate the 2,000 Tubo soldiers. In this battle, Murong lost 700 people in exchange for the victory of 15,000 Tubo soldiers, in addition to those Tubo soldiers, the remaining 35,000 Tubo prisoners were affected in the battle commanded by Murong Ke, nearly 10,000 people died, and finally the Tubo tribe of 50,000 people was left with less than 25,000 old and weak women and children.