If the Turkic people in the south are wolves in the steppe, then these Han people in front of them are hunters who hunt wolves professionally.

As the son of the old Kazakh tribe, Nasreddin has also traveled a lot of places, the Turkic army, the Samanid warriors, the Arab army and the elite of Qadir Khan, he has seen it, but none of them can compare with the Han people in front of him.

As the city lord who guards a city, although he is not a general who leads the army, he always has a vision, and these Han people in front of him have nothing to show off and exaggerate, nor have they seen their actions in battle, but Nasreddin always feels that these soldiers in excellent armor have a deep meaning in every move, he dare not look at the eyes of those soldiers, because they are a pair of firm eyes full of slaughter, even if he, the city lord who has seen a lot of fighting, does not want to face the blood behind it.

"General Cheng, this person's name is Tirtam, he is a tribesman of the Qarluq tribe, he should still have about 200 Han slaves in his family, in view of the alliance with the Qarluqs, I can't force him to do anything, so ......" Seeing the performance of the eastbound warriors, Nasreddin was no longer annoyed the night before, and he became very talkative.

"So...... Oh, I see, the lord of Nasreddin can be our friend, as for the others, how to choose is up to us, to be our friend can have barbecue and wine, to be our enemy is naturally sharp knives and blood. Cheng Shouru looked down at the people who were struggling on the ground, he didn't think there was anything to ask in detail, he just felt that he was very good, a character who could compete with his side, the guys here had seen too much along the way.

Nasreddin didn't really have a choice.

After a few orders, seven or eight people, including Tiltam, who were tied to the ground, were left to interrogate separately, and the soldiers of the garrison battalion and the scout battalion began to enter the city of Bukhara in batches, because it had long been stated that the eastbound battalion had no interest in Bukhara, so Nasreddin did not stop it at all, of course, if you want to stop it, it depends on whether you have the ability to do that.

The people of Bukhara, whether rich merchants, nobles or commoners, were all closed to the cold, and the most terrible thing in this era was the war disaster. There are hordes of bandits on the grasslands, but the bandits are at best looting property and women, but the harm caused by military disasters is often extinction.

There are few cities on the grassland, but the battle of slaughtering the city often happens, and without the strength to protect itself, it can only be a lamb to be slaughtered.

After noon, a group of seven or eight hundred Han slaves began to leave the city of Bukhara, these people were rescued from several rich merchants in Tiltam, these people were also sent by Li Xuan to collect the past, regardless of men, women and children, health and illness, all according to the procedures along the way, for these, Li Xuan and others are already familiar with the way.

The most important thing is that the total number of Tiltam and others and their families is relatively large, and how to deal with these people is a big problem, although it is simple to kill them all, but the consequences involved in the back are beyond the control of Cheng Shouru and Min Wenhou, so this matter is still in the hands of Lao Luo.

"What were you planning to do?" After Lao Luo listened to the report, he stared at Cheng Shouru.

"I suggest that all the men be killed, and the women and children should be put into the eastbound camp...... this is the practice on the grassland, and what Cheng Shouru said is no different.

"Monkey, what do you think?" Lao Luo nodded, noncommittal, according to the practice on the grassland, it is not impossible, but it is also not appropriate to drag the whole team into it because of this convention.

"Will the Lord...... I don't think there's any need to cause more trouble, and it's impossible to kill all 50,000 people right now, offending the Qarluq people in vain, and it's not good for us to go to the East......" Min Wenhou thought about it for a while, and then slowly said his thoughts, not that he was cowardly, on the contrary, when this guy was ruthless, he was like a monkey turning into a violent ape.

Lao Luo shook his head, turned to look at Gonzas on the side, this guy was depressed, he just led the crowd to ride a few laps outside Bukhara City, and he was playing soy sauce the whole time, "Gonzhas, what do you think?" ”

"General, I'm not familiar with this matter, I just think it's good to do anything, anyway, they are not a threat to us." Gonzhas said, shaking his head.

"You......" Lao Luo pointed at this guy with his finger, and the former gladiator has become cunning, and no one can be offended when he says it, and he also curries favor with Lao Luo by the way.

"Hey......" White Bear grabbed his long hair with his hand and smiled.

There is a little truth in what several people say, but this kind of thing cannot be handled casually. After the brigade returned to the east, Lao Luo had little interest in settling in the Song or Liao in the future, if he settled in the Hexi area, it would inevitably have disputes with these tribes in the west, and how to deal with the current matter is a precedent, leaving brutality is leaving hatred, leaving forgiveness is leaving weakness.

Hatred doesn't matter, it's a big deal to kill, but weakness is terrible, it will only make people see themselves as edible fat, and everyone will be passive when they think about it.

"What happened to the rescued people?" Lao Luo suddenly asked.

"It's Brother Xuan who is handling it, and the personnel placement is in accordance with the old rules." Cheng Shouru replied with a glance.

"Hmm...... In this way, all the people involved are tied up in an open field outside Bukhara, and when the rescued people are finished, it is up to them to decide what to do with those people, but there is one thing, before the disposal, who has suffered what, who the enemy is, how to deal with it is clear, things must be done carefully, and I will ask Siddenod to cooperate when I go back, understand? Lao Luo thought for a while, but he didn't find a definite good way, and he could only use this way of revenge to complete it, no matter what, it must be different from the method on the grassland.

Although the rule of law can be ignored in this era, there is no justice in the steppe of the law of the jungle, and it is easy to kill most of the people in Bukhara, but Lao Luo is not a real butcher. Because he understands that the slaughter can be done, but this kind of slaughter and this kind of war itself is definitely a double-edged blade, and when it kills the enemy, it will also affect the psychology of its own soldiers, and one day it will hurt others and hurt himself.

It is not advisable to kill so-called slave owners with unscrupulous soldiers.

But there would be no problem with the execution of rescued slaves, and the same deterrent effect could be achieved by countering one's own body, and at the same time, the emotions of the humiliated Han slaves could be vented, and there was no need to worry about the so-called slave owners being pardoned.

"Yes, Lord!" No matter how you kill someone, you kill, Cheng Shouru and Min Wenhou have no objections.

Two hours later, the sun had begun to set in the west, and a group of Han slaves who had freshened up and changed their clothes returned from their tents to the open field outside Bukhara, and there were nearly 2,000 "nobles" tied up and kneeling on the ground, next to the soldiers of the garrison battalion with strict armor, and the soldiers of the garrison camp on duty on the walls of Bukhara, as for the noble warriors of Bukhara, they cowered and hid in the corner of the wall in the distance.

Cheng Shouru stood in front of a group of rescued slaves, "General Luo ordered, from today onwards, the days of your compatriots being treated as slaves are over, presumably you have also suffered for many years, how to repay the so-called master of the past, let you choose." ”

The voice of the announcement was not loud, but it was enough to ensure that it reached everyone's ears, and suddenly it was like a drop of water splashed into the boiling oil, and the "slaves" who had slightly improved their expressions showed a variety of beings, some of them were as red as jujubes, and the green tendons on their faces jumped, some of them discussed with their acquaintances, some knelt on the ground and howled, and of course some were silent but burst into tears.

"Come on, bring all the weapons!"

A group of dozens of soldiers brought up seven or eight weapon racks, on which they had daggers, scimitars, spears, bows, and crossbows.

"See the man kneeling on the ground over there? Those who tortured you in the past are at your disposal, and whoever wants revenge, explain the reason to the warriors in front of you, and come forward to take weapons and do it! Cheng Shouru was also a little excited, most of these Han "slaves" in front of him had injuries, and some were either lame or had broken hands, these were suffering comrades, how could he be indifferent.

After a moment of coldness, a lame thin man squeezed out of the ranks, "General, three brothers were killed by that Tirtam, not on the battlefield, but by him and his family to let the dog bite to death, I want revenge!" ”

"Take your own weapon, go!"

"Li Laodao, wait for me. General, my son and my mother-in-law were killed by the Tiltam family, and I want to take revenge. A man with three fingers missing from his left hand and a scar with a noodle on his face came out.

"General, and my ......"

Cheng Shouru waved his hand, he couldn't stop these people's thoughts of revenge.

A group of people messily signed up with the soldiers in front of them, and then took the blades from the weapon rack and rushed to the unlucky ghost tied to the ground, much like the hungry steppe wolf, more like the hungry tiger rushing out of the jungle, everywhere they went, blood was splashed everywhere, these crazy guys did not kill the enemy happily, one reason was that many people were not professional, and the other reason was that they didn't want the enemy to die too happily.

The bow and crossbow on the weapon rack did not move, but the dagger in the tray was taken away, and a few middle-aged women who were slow to move did not grab the weapon, so they took a few iron arrows in their hands, and prepared to stab the enemy to death with the arrows like nails......

A few eleven or twelve-year-old young people were even more backward, and they didn't care, they picked up the stones on the ground and rushed forward, and some of them directly used their most primitive weapon, the tooth ......

The clearing was full of wails and whimpering, and blood was splattered on the ground everywhere......

No one can be forgiven, whether men, women, the elderly, or children, the power of hatred is difficult to stop.

The faces of the soldiers standing in solemnity were cold, some of them softened, perhaps remembering the unbearable past with tears in their eyes, and some of them turned their eyes to the people of Bukhara standing in the distance.

It was a brutal killing of chickens, a killing without professionalism at all, but it frightened the monkeys watching next to him.