Broadly speaking, the Turkic people need to survive, and the Tang people also need to survive, and relocating them on the south bank of the Yellow River is actually a last resort.

The Turks are nomadic people, they can't farm, they don't serve crops, plus some ethnic habits or something, which makes it difficult for them to get along with the Tang people.

It is unrealistic to disperse them and relocate to the interior of the Tang Dynasty, if they don't serve the crops, there will be no food, and there will be no way to survive without food, plus the Turks and the Tang Dynasty have fought many times and hate each other, which makes it possible for the Turks to die in the Tang Dynasty within three years.

But it is not possible to continue to let them go back to the grassland, nature and habit dictate that if they are put back, it will not take twenty years, and the border of the Tang Dynasty will be smoky again.

So Li Er put them on the south bank of the Yellow River, in fact, he planned to make a transition here, mainly to let them get used to farming, so as to facilitate the relocation again in the future.

Now it seems that Li Er's method has failed, and the Turks are very unaccustomed to this kind of life, and in order to survive, they choose to take risks.

In the early morning, the mist rose in the bushes, and the crisp chirping of birds continued to sound in the dense forest.

Cutting down all night last night had already carved out a path about ten miles long in the jungle, which could barely be passed.

Because of the topography of the mountains and the problem of sight at night, these caused a great problem to open the road, so although the soldiers who opened the way tried hard, in fact it had little effect.

"Let's go, get there on time as much as possible." Seeing that the troops had already packed up, Ashnasimo gave the order to set off.

Unbeknownst to him, however, the other force that was supposed to join them at the intended place had been almost completely wiped out and could no longer join them at the intended location.

The tusks that changed their clothes into green were like beasts lurking in the forest, staring at the slow-moving team in the forest.

They had been chasing the other group for two whole days, and it was only now that the entire Turkic army had entered the depths of the dense forest that their bloodthirsty fangs were faintly revealed.

The third squadron, the eighth squadron, the fifth fire and the second squad, five men with green grass juice on their faces looked expressionlessly as the last Turkic walked in front of them, and one of the thinner men said: "Send a signal to the front, you can close the net." ”

"Whoa." After a voice sounded beside him, he stuffed a very small bamboo tube into his mouth, puffed out his cheeks and blew hard.

As a result, the small bamboo pipe, which was supposed to make a very sharp whistling sound, ended up with a pleasant birdsong, and it sounded faintly ethereal in the dense jungle.

"Okay? Keep up, don't let them go too far, or we won't even be able to catch a hair. Seeing his comrades-in-arms put away the bamboo pipes, the squad leader raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and raised his chin in the direction where the Turks left.

The bushes trembled slightly, and the five of them left their hiding positions and followed with the tails of the departing Turkic army.

"Squad leader, this group of people is much worse than their predecessors, why don't they have any alertness at all!" Looking at the tail of the team looming in front of him, the youngest young man in the class spit out the straw stick in his mouth and said with some disdain.

"Pony, have you forgotten your roots? I think that when you entered the grassland, you were not much better than them, and it was common to take care of your head. The middle-aged man who had just blown the whistle teased, but his vigilant eyes did not let go of any suspicious places, constantly scanning the left and diagonal rear of the team.

"Keep your mouth shut, be careful, don't capsize in the gutter." The squad leader glared back at the two nagging subordinates, stopping them from raising the bar.

The dense jungle was silent, except for the occasional chirping of birds, except for the 'whooshing' of the leaves of the leaves blown by the mountain wind, and the various jumble sounds of the Turkic march.

After walking less than half a mile with the Turkic team, there was a sudden sound of night owls in front, which sounded extremely poignant, and at the same time as the voice sounded, the squad leader made a gesture to stop advancing, lowered his voice and said: "Prepare to act, ponies, tigers, follow me for a while, the seventh man covers, and the dog is on guard!" ”

There was no answer, no promise, everyone nodded heavily, and silently began to check their equipment.

The tiger is a man who has just stumbled with a pony, with five big and three thick faces, and a horizontal face, so he is not a good person. At this time, he and the pony had already drawn out the three-sided army thorn and came to the front of the five-person team.

And the one who is called Lao Qi is a very well-versed young man, except for that pair of special eyes, you can completely regard him as an ordinary person farming in the mountains. With a steel crossbow in each hand, he quietly slipped through the bushes on one side and disappeared almost in the blink of an eye.

As for the dog, he is the younger brother of the squad leader, his own brother, but he is too young, only nineteen years old, and with a baby face, no matter how you look at it, he feels that he has no hair on his mouth and is not firm in his work.

Therefore, it is not his turn to touch the sentry, and he is not needed for the task of covering, and in the end he can only get an errand to guard the sentry.

Seeing that everyone was ready, the squad leader stopped talking nonsense, drew his tiger tooth saber, patted the pony and tiger household that had been prepared, and took the lead towards the end of the Turkic army.

The three men rushed forward like an arrow, and with great speed, abandoning everything behind them, until they caught up with the Turkic team, and then stopped under a large tree.

With a clever gesture, the squad leader poked his head out from behind the tree, glanced forward, and then swooped out.

The last person in the team is generally not a good person, and this principle does not necessarily apply to all Turks, but there is no doubt that the worst physical strength is undoubted.

So when the squad leader grabbed the last Turk by the throat, it took almost no effort to drag him behind a large tree, and the army that was a threat to the Turk's neck also swept over the man's neck fiercely.

The Turks struggled desperately in the splatters of blood, but the massive blood loss and suffocation made him feel extremely frightened, and the squad leader with wide open eyes and a face covered with grass juice looked like a mandrill.

After more than twenty breaths, the Turkic man completely closed his eyes, everything in this world had nothing to do with him, and darkness completely enveloped his consciousness.