Seeing Mahmoud and his 3,000 Gullam guards all the way south through the dim sky, both sides of the road were full of guarded archers and layers of side car barricades, Lao Luo was not worried about the return of this Ghaznavid emir to sneak attack his own side, 3,000 people sounded like a lot, but to sneak attack his dripping team, it can really only be said to be wishful thinking.

Either Caesar or nothing? No, Mahmoud just made a mistake in decision-making, on the surface, it seemed that he was forced into a corner by Lao Luo, and even had to use his own 3,000 Gulam guards as hole cards, in fact, Lao Luo was sure that if he started to attack with this team of heavy horses, his guards would definitely stop him desperately, and he Mahmoud could only lead a small elite to escape desperately, and no one could be absolutely sure to stop him in a short time! Moreover, how can this kind of heroic figure not reserve a back hand for himself?

So Lao Luo simply let the Turkic leader go, as for whether the other party will keep his word, he didn't take it to heart, everything in the future still depends on strength to speak, and he Lao Luo has the confidence to deal with any unexpected situation.

In the final analysis, if you don't care about these people around you, when it comes to killing, why does Lao Luo need to care about anyone in this era?

It seemed that the war had come to an end, and it should be possible to celebrate victory according to the customs of this era, but Lao Luo had no such idea at all. Because he knows that this is just the end of the day, but how to draw a perfect end to this small-scale war, or how to close the palace in another word, there are still a lot of things to do.

He instructed his soldiers to inform the troops to rest in place, treat the wounded and clear the prisoners at the same time, and then when he turned his head, he noticed the look on Okhi's face beside him, and threw him the scimitar presented by Mahmoud - this thing could be used as his collection in the future, "It's strange why I let this Mahmoud go?" ”

"Yes, Lord." Alki was also staring south, but watching his guards run back and forth. "I remember when I was in Herat, the Lord said that if the Ghaznavids offended again, they would be killed in their main city, why ...... now?"

"Why did you let him go now, huh?" Lao Luo followed Olki's tone to complete what he had not finished speaking, and then explained: "Olki, you must know that it is not the time for us to struggle in the Amu Darya, after a winter of intensive training in Kuzak, the soldiers are no longer as scattered and inexperienced as before. As I said earlier, the Turks are thousands of miles away from us, but the Dangxiang and Qarluqs are close by, and our forces are limited. ”

"That can't just let them go......" Olki muttered quietly.

How sensitive are Lao Luo's ears? How could it not be heard? He didn't get angry at the stubbornness of this subordinate, he just jumped off the back of the black cloud, patted Alki on the shoulder, and then said, "Look at how much sweat the black cloud has on his body?" Look at what your Hal looks like? ”

Hal is the name of Olki's mount, a brown Hercules horse with white flowers, just like Black Cloud, because Olki, who was carrying heavy armor all over his body, and was wearing a drape on his body, he ran around the battlefield for at least dozens of miles, and he was also tired and sweaty. Olki touched Hal with some distress, and his heart moved, "General, are you worried that we won't be able to defeat Mahmud's subordinates just now?" ”

"What's the matter, how can you not beat it!" Lao Luo began to disassemble the drape on Heiyun's body, "But what can you do after the fight?" How many more casualties will we have? Since it is difficult to completely wipe out the three thousand elites of the Turks at once, why not simply ask them to give up generously? ”

Holki was silent thoughtfully, disassembling the armor of his mount, Hal, and doing the same thing as Lao Luo.

Lao Luo is still very satisfied with Olki, the captain of the pro-army, at least loyal enough, although he does not have the special talent of Gonzhas and Alke, Lao Luo does not mind cultivating and pointing from time to time, of course, this is also a way to convey his will to his subordinates, isn't it?

Of course, what he said was only an excuse on the surface, and if he really wanted to destroy all the power of the Turks this time, he still had a way. It's just that he wants to keep the Turks, the purpose is not so simple, in a few decades it will be the time when the Holy See in Europe will begin to flourish, Lao Luo is ready to drive the Turks to Europe to deal with those guys in his lifetime, anyway, he doesn't like those guys who worship monotheism, but who can he talk to about this idea now?

At least it doesn't make sense for now, unless Lao Luo changes his ways, and he shouldn't be a general.

For Lao Luo, it is not his style to fool people, it is his habit to go straight to convince talents, and this is the case in later generations, and the same is true in this time and space.

……

Except for a few places, the war has come to an end, and the night is beginning to fall, and there is no need for Lao Luo's orders, and there are people who are busy with many things.

He who gathers the captives, who heals the wounded, who gathers the spoils of war, who reorganizes the camps...... After taking care of his mount Heiyun, he let this big guy poke his head in the mortar and chew, but he also had to change to the duke to inspect the battle damage everywhere, but he didn't expect to stop at the location of the medical camp without going a few places at all.

You must know that although Lao Luo can decide many things in one word, and the construction of the medical camp is very fast, there are few skilled hands, and this new product cannot be achieved overnight. Haydn and the few people in that Qin Lang were busy on the other side, and this was the only place where Lao Luo needed to do some practical work.

"General, the casualties of the various departments have come out......" In a tent where the wounded soldiers were housed, Olki hurriedly walked in from outside.

"Say!" Lao Luo was busy stitching up the wounds of the wounded in his hands, and he didn't care about anything else at all, so he said directly without raising his head.

"Yes, Lord." Alki flipped through the notebook in his hand, which he had learned from Nuralman, the entire army of tens of thousands of people, Lala's miscellaneous trivialities, unless there was a professionally trained co-ordination genius, no one could remember it all by his head alone, "The garrison battalion killed three hundred and forty-one people in battle, and two thousand eight hundred and thirteen wounded, of which one hundred and twenty-eight were seriously wounded; The ballista battalion suffered forty-six killed, three hundred and eighty wounded, and no serious wounded; The figures of the cavalry school are not complete, but at present 260 people were killed, 637 were wounded, and 69 were seriously wounded...... In addition, three people were killed and sixteen were slightly wounded in the medical battalion, and thirty-one were killed and one hundred and twenty-five wounded in the gendarmerie battalion. ”

Although the total number of dead in the battle was less than 700, and the number of wounded was never more than 4,000, when he heard this number, Lao Luo still felt a little unbearable in his heart, but he also knew that this was an inevitable thing, he paused the needle and thread in his hand for a moment, and then continued: "What are the battalions busy with? ”

"They're all busy arresting people and collecting loot!" Olki's answer was as meticulous as ever.

"Okay, the wound is stitched up, it's a good life for you kid, I almost cut my belly, I endured the pain and itching, and pay attention to the wound not to get wet! It will be fine in a few days! Lao Luo finished sewing up the last wound, nagged to the wounded soldier who couldn't help but grin, and then turned around and instructed the medical soldier next to him who helped hold down his hands and feet, "Wrap his belly belt around him, be careful not to wrap it too tightly!" ”

"Yes, Lord!" A medician with a red gourd-patterned cloth belt tied to his arm respectfully promised.

Lao Luo put away all the tools at hand, summed them aside, and glanced at the tent where there were no more wounded soldiers who needed his hands, before turning around and walking out of the tent, which was already the eighth seriously wounded he had helped treat. When he came out of the tent, it was already completely dark, and when he looked, Lao Luo saw that there were bonfires everywhere around, and people came and went, he couldn't help frowning, with his sensitive hearing, he could even hear some soldiers from different battalions arguing over the capture of the booty.

Lao Luo was a little annoyed, although he had been training for a long time and his military discipline requirements were very strict, after all, the time was still too short, and this rough army had not yet formed its own soul, "Olki, send someone to inform each battalion of the corpses of the brothers who died in battle, count everyone's merits, and strive to report it to me tomorrow...... Also, it is a matter of collecting the current prisoners, all of them will be dealt with according to the old rules, each battalion will prepare dinner, if you can use the original reserves, do not use the captured food, take turns to eat, and then rest immediately, the defensive camps of each battalion must not be sloppy, pay attention to vigilance, and prevent a sneak attack by a remnant enemy! Right away! ”

"Yes, Lord! Collect the corpses of the soldiers, count the exploits of the battle, stop collecting prisoners, prepare dinner, and pay attention to the defense of the remnants of the enemy......" Olki replied to the promise and briefly repeated Lao Luo's order.

"And ...... Order everyone to return to the team, stop cleaning the battlefield, and no one is allowed to leave the camp at will without an order, and change the defense password! Demand that the military police of all battalions perform their duties immediately! Lao Luo can understand the hard work of the soldiers to fight this battle, but he can't tolerate this kind of chaos in a state of imminent battle that is not over.

Alki accepted the order and turned to distribute, but Lao Luo looked at everything around him and fell into deep thought.

In this era, leading an army is far from being as easy as that of later generations, there is no complete lineage, no mature system, no assistant to help check and fill in the gaps, only Lao Luo's own mind can be relied on, and it also requires a meticulous attitude in every detail.

There are many kinds of professional armies, and Lao Luo has seen too much in later generations, whether it is USA or CHN, or even the JPN he hates the most, and ITA, which he despises the most, the army of any country has its own style, USA's money and technology open the way, CHN's spiritual armed flesh and blood, JPN's class rule plus glory, ITA's ancient romantic tradition,...... In fact, all of them have their own reasons for formation, and it is impossible to take them out and graft them arbitrarily.

So what will this team look like in front of you? Although this still very immature army has incorporated too many of his own ideas, Lao Luo is still experimenting, after all, he has no experience in building an army alone in later generations, everything is constantly evolving, so that he has new ideas from time to time, no one can tell whether it is good or bad, including Lao Luo himself.