Brother Shulie's wife's name is Karina, because of malnutrition and perennial hardship, she looks withered, she is at least fifteen or sixteen years older than her brother Shulie, unkempt hair, thin and bulging cheekbones, only a pair of big eyes look like she used to be a good beauty, but now it is difficult to distinguish, the only clothes she wears to keep warm is a very ill-fitting sheepskin jacket, which is also the usual dress of the rescued women.

The rest of the children, who were supposed to be slaves, were even more miserable, with frostbite and cracks on their skin in many places without proper clothing, and even more so because of the lack of food, which was even more unbearable to see than the refugees Lao Luo had seen in Africa in later generations.

Seeing those gobbling up people at dinner, the unbearable part of Lao Luo's heart disappeared completely.

"Geshu, tell your wife and others not to eat too much, people have been hungry for a long time, and suddenly eating too much will affect their stomachs. If you want to recover your body, wait until you return to Kuzak to slowly recuperate. "Karina doesn't understand Chinese, and Lao Luo can't understand Turkic, so he can only tell him through Geshulie.

"Yes, Lord." Ge Shulie guarded a large pot of porridge, holding several large wooden bowls in his hands, and replied respectfully.

This man did not dislike his wife in the slightest, and the concepts of chastity and honor were completely different in this era and in later generations. Of course, if Ge Shulie showed a little disgust for his wife, Lao Luo would look down on this person - what kind of man is a woman who can't protect himself?

Nothing was said all night.

Then it's time to vent your hatred and anger.

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Originally, when he was flipping through the books in later generations, Lao Luo knew that the history of Central Asia was very messy, but in later generations, even though he stayed in Western Xinjiang for three or four years, if those Uygurs, Kazakhs, and even Russians did not speak, or did not wear their own traditional costumes, he could not distinguish the difference between them.

When he arrived at this era, he found that the ethnic classification of this place was even more confusing than the legend had been, and that a person like him, who did not belong to this era, could not tell the difference without a thorough understanding.

In fact, Lao Luo thought that even if he had temporarily figured out the distinction between the Qarluqs and the Turks and the Uighurs, it would not be long before he would be confused again.

Because at this time, the classification of various ethnic groups in the entire Central Asian region was completely distinguished by the commonality of language, region, appearance, customs and even religion, and at the same time, because of the rise of new "wolf kings" one after another, they were constantly integrated.

Some of the smaller tribes that were called Uighurs six months ago are likely to be Turkic six months later. Don't you see that the Huns, who were once able to resist the Han Empire in the east, have disappeared, and you don't see that the Xianbei people, who were once noisy, have fallen apart in a few hundred years as usual?

In the past, the Turks and Turks, who were entrenched in the Western Regions in the Tang Dynasty, and the Zhaowu nine surnames, who were appeased by the Tang Dynasty, were all different from each other in this era.

Therefore, it is very difficult to figure out the genealogy of the different ethnic groups in the whole region, even some historians and anthropologists cannot figure out the context, maybe there are some great powers, but Lao Luo thinks that he is not that material. So he simply treats the aliens he sees here equally, and it doesn't matter if he can't tell their ethnicity, as long as he can distinguish between friend and foe, it's enough.

Facts have proved the wisdom of Lao Luo's approach.

In the next few days, with the powerful Sumi Philo and Muniqi as guides, Lao Luo took this small group of men and horses to almost all the valleys surrounded by mountains, and was fortunate to meet many nomadic tribes that inhabited the valley floor of this mountain range, such as the Hujas, the Uighurs, the Qarluqs, and even many tribes whose origin was difficult to tell along with the Corn Philo who was the guide.

Most of these tribes are scattered, or in which near the water's edge there are mountains and forests to block the cold wind, or in which cols are difficult to enter and exit, the living environment is also uneven, some live in tents, some live in caves, and some dig semi-underground crypts on the slopes of thick soil to live, of course, there is no shortage of tribes with sufficient manpower to cut down wood and build houses, but the technology of those tribes is really difficult to compliment, and the logs cut down are directly piled into houses, Even from a distance, you can see the sparse gaps that are barely covered by animal skins.

Of course, Lao Luo's purpose was not to investigate the living conditions of the primitive tribes, but to find the scattered Qarluq assassins.

For the current elite of the three hundred warriors led by Lao Luo, it is not difficult to seek revenge and kill the enemy in this kind of place, but it is the most troublesome task to find the enemy and take away the people who need to be redeemed.

Even if there is no snow, the snow left on the ground from the previous heavy snowfall is a difficult part of the journey. In some places, the snow melted and froze into ice on the rocks, and horses with iron horseshoes could easily slip on them, and in the middle of the day, the snow melt and the mud on the ground would mix together into mud of indistinguishable depths, all of which made it difficult for the warriors to adapt, including Lao Luo.

But that's also the environment in which the will of the elite soldiers is tempered, isn't it?

The difficulties and hardships did not extinguish the soldiers' desire to fight, although they were pretending to seek revenge for the Geshu tribe, but it did not give a group of Han people living in Central Asia a chance to vent their anguish?

You must know that in this small-scale expedition, when selecting fighters, there are some guys who almost desperately strive for it. The Guan Hexi that Lao Luo rescued from Herat is one of the most typical ones, this outspoken and quick-tempered guy is a violent madman with outstanding physical strength, for several days in a row, every time he attacks and assassinates the tribe, he always takes the lead.

Even with a song of men and horses led by him, it is completely a hard-bridged and hard-horse iron man style, what wind and snow are cold, what swords are added, with the newly configured armor is completely ignored, in his words, let these damn bandits and robbers go underground to rob, there should be no place for them in the world. Occasional injuries as long as they are not fatal, they don't care at all, the long knife becomes a serrated knife, then change it, the bowstring cuts the glove, and simply find the animal skin to wrap it......

The kind of fighting enthusiasm that burst out by relying on grudges made Lao Luo feel frightened, and he was also deeply aware of the difference between the Han people at this time and the ordinary people of later generations, recalling the trivial matters when selecting soldiers, if it were not for the restriction of the number of personnel and the level of combat power, I am afraid that not only three hundred, but three thousand and thirty thousand could be recruited.

In this cold winter, with the rapid maneuver of the battle, and the two leading parties of Corn Philo and Muniqi, most of the plotters who may be involved were all overturned. At least 10,000 of the Qarluq assassins who were killed or who dared to take up arms were killed, and although some of them went into hiding when they heard the news, they were no longer worried, and those who dared to resist became corpses at the same temperature as the cold frozen ground.

This is the result of the asymmetry between combat power and strategy.

Due to the heavy snow the day before, the route through the southeast of the canyon to Kashgar was completely cut off, and this squad battle could only end here.

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Seventeen days later, the 300 men and 450 horses that Lao Luo had brought out from Kuzak had multiplied fivefold. The extra people are all gathered, of course, not only the tribesmen of the Geshu tribe, but also some Han people from the Central Plains or their descendants, and most of them are women and children, as for the old people, they have long died of unbearable hardships.

Including Lao Luo, although the three hundred soldiers did not lose anything, everyone was injured to varying degrees, and the originally clean and neat military appearance became very much like a beggar army. They all had full beards, and their armor and burqas were covered in dirt and blood, not to mention problems such as breakage.

It was evening again, and in a huge cave where many people could take shelter from the wind and snow, together with more than a thousand horses that were gathered later, they were driven into the cave to take refuge from the cold, and a sentry was arranged at the entrance of the cave, and a bonfire was lit in the cave, and the women and children who had recovered some of their vitality were happily preparing to eat.

"How's your leg, Olki?" Lao Luo was roasting a whole calf by the side of the campfire, and it was difficult for it to survive when it was born in winter, so it was saved from the bitter cold of the world.

"After the stitches, there was nothing to do, although I didn't dare to walk hard, but I still had no problem riding a horse." Olki's left leg was scratched with a mace by a long-bearded assassin, but fortunately he had armor, otherwise the leg bone would have been knocked off.

"That's good......" Lao Luo raised his head and looked around, it has been out for more than half a month, and the emotions of most of the soldiers have begun to subside, with different injuries, coupled with fatigue, the combat power has dropped to the lowest point, plus there are women and children who have gathered to drag it down, and there is no need to continue, in case an enemy ventures out to sneak attack, it will be more than worth the loss.

"Goshua! Tell the news, tidy up our things in the evening, and tomorrow, we'll leave for Kuzak! "This time Nuralman didn't follow, Olki was injured, most of the soldiers around Lao Luo were also injured, but Goshua, a lucky boy, was only hit by an arrow in the arm, so it was appropriate to hand over tasks such as passing the word to him.

"Okay, Lord!" Geshua, who is becoming more and more burly, has an extra short stubble beard on his mouth, perhaps because he has found his mother, and his personality is much more cheerful than before.

The command spread, and a cheer rang out, along with the beeping of the campfire and the neighing of horses in the depths of the cavern, seemed to bring some flavor of euphoria, which merged with the growing smell of food, and the sound of the wind outside the cave seemed to become light.

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