"Of course, it was loud, and I remember the days when the Lord drove all the people from the lake......" Olki said after a moment's recollection.

"Well, that's the final test, and I remember telling you about a new barracks of a thousand people from the garrison...... In charge of them was Samuel...... "The smoke on the battlefield is gradually fading, the sight is getting better and better, and Lao Luo's expression is becoming more and more relaxed.

"I remember, it's the one who often trains with tree trunks, and the general seems to call them ballista battalions!" Gonzhas reacted immediately, because of the excellent physique of those people, he also wanted to be pulled into the cavalry school he managed.

"That's right, it seems that the weapons they usually are equipped with are hammers and iris shields, and that guy Samuel has done a lot of things with the general ...... silently" Speaking of this, Alki also knew that the Samuel he was talking about was the original soldier by Lao Luo's side.

"This ballista battalion is a new military system, and I didn't ask them to fight in Bishkek, and they usually mix in the garrison camp as chariot soldiers...... Forget it, you just need to know that with this pine cannon, you don't have to worry about the siege of the three people! Halfway through, Lao Luo didn't bother to explain, in fact, he didn't need to explain anything, and speaking with facts a little later was more useful than any rhetoric.

This kind of discussion between Lao Luo and his subordinates was not frequent, nor did it last long, and in the eyes of the likes of Olki and Gonzas, Lao Luo was an almost omnipotent master, and whatever incredible things this master did were taken for granted in their eyes.

The Pine Cannons had never been used in actual combat, so they didn't get much attention, and they just had to know that their leader was prepared to deal with the three men, and that was enough, at least they didn't have to worry about any danger due to the sheer number of enemies.

This kind of trust has been cultivated bit by bit since Athens, and now the journey of thousands of miles has not only sharpened the physical strength and mentality of everyone in the team, but also continuously improved the prestige of Lao Luo. At most, outsiders on the grassland will think that this is a migrating team, but the people in this team can see more clearly and understand more deeply than outsiders, and it is not something that can be done by just one person to go from one victory to another!

So today, not only the original gladiator team, but even the people in the former Tang Camp with the largest proportion of people, and even the scattered people gathered along the way, there are many people who have risen from trust to worship of Lao Luo, the leader, and it is not an exaggeration to say that they are blindly obedient.

Blind obedience to this kind of mentality is not a good thing, but a team like Lao Luo's current needs this kind of blind obedience, and if a community walking on the migration path does not have a unified goal, it is a matter of day and night. For Lao Luo himself, this kind of blind obedience has both advantages and disadvantages, the advantage is that he can improve his ideas without worrying too much, and the disadvantage is that it is difficult to hear different opinions.

This is the case like the current situation, once Lao Luo said that there was a solution, and no one around him, Alki and Gonzas, would pay attention to the problem of the pine cannon - if there was something to solve the Lord, they just had to do their part.

For the first time, Lao Luo felt the taste of being trusted by 200% - that is what the dictator desires, this feeling makes his heart a little uncomfortable, but he is helpless, because at least at this stage, he needs the purity of the thoughts of the people in the whole team instead of the strife full of distractions, but with this feeling comes as if there is an invisible pressure sinking on his shoulders, and it is really not easy to control the fate of tens of thousands or even more and more people, and the trust of his subordinates helps to achieve his goal, But it also brought him pressure and ...... Lonely.

Yes, loneliness.

If at the beginning of Athens, the gladiators gathered by Lao Luo would still have a scrutinizing attitude towards their masters, and there was discussion and communication between them, but at this time, even if Gonzas was a general who could lead thousands of people, he could only obey and worship Lao Luo when facing him.

Lao Luo secretly examines himself, and the only one who can communicate on an equal footing may be the former Fatimid sage El Hesyan, and the fire girl Li Siniang Li Siniang, who has always warmed the lonely heart like a fire, except for a few people, even when the future father-in-law Li Nie faced Luo Kaixian, he listened to most of them and rarely refuted.

Maybe I should make a little mistake every now and then? Lao Luo, who was holding a telescope and looking into the distance, couldn't help but think about it in his heart, and then shook his head self-deprecatingly, compared to what he was doing and planning, these things were not allowed for him to be distracted at all. This psychological loneliness may lead to a high mentality, but is it not a shortcut to temper your will and broaden your horizons?

Turning his head and thinking about it again, there are only 70,000 or 80,000 people at the moment, how many people can be blindly followed? When you arrive in the Yellow River Valley, you may face countless ethnic groups from the East, who will eventually be your most loyal supporters, and will not be brought about by fanaticism.

Lao Luo, who had put down his thoughts, began to think about how to deal with the next battle, but would everything be as he expected? No one can predict.

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For Lao Luo, the current battlefield is basically in line with his expectations - except for a few positions where there are soldiers who are improving the offensive and defensive facilities, most of the places have entered a short period of recuperation, the sleeping ones are lying on the fur and sleeping soundly, and the ones on duty are wiping the blades while paying attention to the movements around them, only the war horses are leisurely picking the young grass on the ground or the buds to bloom in the open space behind the chariot, and a little farther away, a song of people and horses is driving the cart to the rear of the mirror lake, On board were the remains of the groomed and silent robes, and not far from them were also horses escorting the decadent and depressed captives—the ones who were to be temporarily placed in a corral-like place, and their fate would no longer be in their hands......

Everything is in order as Lao Luo expected, different from the casualness of the nomadic tribes, nor like the redundant lag of the Tang camp, after winter training, experienced battle after battle, this mixed eastbound team has begun to have its own rhythm and order, everything seems calm and orderly.

Lao Luo, who felt a little relieved, turned his attention to the Sanbu camp in the distance.

It was a somewhat chaotic and depressing scene, the once neat and orderly wooden fence that had not been burned out and some light smoke was filling, the crescent flag or the "Li" flag that had been hung high had no sign of existence at all, the once neat tent was gone, and what remained on the ground was a mess of indescribable shapes, and the most shocking thing was the irregular scattering of human remains, and the unburned clothes or armor on their bodies showed the identity of the owner. They are irregularly in every possible form, twisted and full of pain, and the occasional breeze blows dust on them...... Maybe they also have parents, wives and children in distant places, but everything in this world has nothing to do with them anymore......

A few scattered bandans of warriors in red turbans or hairpins and soapcoats walked across the open ground—the corpses of the Turks or the Dangxiang, no one to interfere with or stop them, not Lao Luo's men, and the soldiers of the garrison only looked out through the piercing holes of the vans......

Lao Luo had no sentimental feelings, for him, he had seen enough of the death of any era, in fact, he was more ruthless than outsiders imagined - since those warriors had taken up arms, they should have been ready to die, and he or his men were only there to fulfill their mission, nothing more.

It's not that Lao Luo doesn't have compassion, it's that he won't give sympathy to hostile people, whether they take the initiative to stand on the hostile side or not, in the future generations, and the same in this time and space......

In the Turkic camp four thousand kilometers northwest of Luo Kaixian, Mahmud, Li Deming, and Yusuf, who was wrapped in bandages on his head. The three of Kadir Khan were also watching the scene of the battlefield in the early morning, except that they did not have a telescope in their hands and could not see that far.

But everything presented in front of them for hundreds of meters is enough to tell the story.

"The guards have just told me that in just three hours, more than four thousand men have been killed, including at least 1,400 of my Gullam guards, and more than that number has been wounded...... I wonder what the two of you think? The words on his mouth were very calm, and even with a hint of anger, but Mahmoud was very flustered in his heart, after so many years of fighting, he had never seen such a ferocious enemy, yes, the word murderous should be given to the Han man surnamed Luo on the other side, just a fire, burned at least a third of his combat power!

"Mahmoud Emir, my losses are also not small, there are at least 5,000 people killed in the battle, and even more wounded, until now there is no accurate number, such an enemy ......" When he first heard that he was attacked, Li Deming was still angry, but now, all that remains in his heart is to see the miserable appearance of his men being burned to death and burned.

"That Rakai is supposed to be a devil from hell, he uses hellfire, my warrior told me that the kind of fire on his body can not be extinguished when he jumps into the river, many people have been burned off their flesh and skin, even their bones are burned, I suggest follow the will of Allah and start a holy war, you must destroy him!" Between the three great chieftains, Yusuf. Qadir Khan's image was the most embarrassing, the original studded turban with gems had disappeared, and the gorgeous robes on his body were also full of dust and traces of fireworks, and his head was hit on the wooden pillar in a panic, not by Lao Luo's men, but this performance made him even more embarrassed, and in anger and anger, he directly stopped tabooing his tongue according to his own religious customs.

"Shut up, Yusuf, you are not an imam and are not qualified to represent the will of Allah!" Mahmoud is not a fanatical believer, in fact, he has heard about what happened in Baghdad, the Abbasid kingdom, and is very clear about the entanglement between clergy and political power, and at the moment it is only a simple cooperation between the three ministries, although the Turkic and Qarluq are both green cultists, but they are not the same regime, what qualifications does this Yusuf have to issue orders? Moreover, there is an Eastern party member standing in the middle, and only Allah knows how the yellow-skinned party member will react.

Faced with such a scene, Li Deming felt a little sad for his side, and he deeply regretted that he should not have participated in such a thing. Qadir Khan knew how unreliable this alliance was, and he had previously wanted to use a battle to establish prestige in the entire Dingyan army, but now that he was hitting the big board, it was even more difficult to ride a tiger, what should he do?

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