Bishkek is more than 1,000 kilometers away from Luntai City, and the calculation method of the eastern mileage in this era is more than 2,000 miles away, although Luntai City is disturbed, but people who are far away from the battlefield naturally cannot understand all of it, most of them are speculations in a few words, maybe someone can guess the whole picture of the war by virtue of the news received, but the timeliness is a big problem.

The rumored team was at a halt in the Ili River valley at this time.

This land was a natural pasture with abundant water and grass even in later generations, but it was the best habitat after Lao Luo led the team to fight.

When he came out of Kuzak and went all the way north, Lao Luo did not expect that the Qarluqs would actually collude with the Northland Tunja people to ambush him in Bishkek.

It's just that they underestimated the scout team specially trained by Lao Luo, although Alke and Min Wenhou usually like to laugh and play, but they are the best scout candidates in this era, not to mention that Lao Luo also specially equipped them with monoculars.

So for those who are in ambush in Bishkek, it is their fatal mistake to know their confidants and not know their opponents.

For Lao Luo, this was the best time to test the results of the winter training of the entire team of more than 85,000 people, although it was a cruel thing to let the civilians who had only trained for one winter face the bandit race on the grassland. However, in a place like this era, protecting oneself is a necessary quality, and there is no choice.

Of course, when the battle is about to be fought, it will not be the civilians who have trained for a winter to face the most powerful enemy, but the garrison battalion will defend frontally, and the cavalry school will roam the perimeter, responsible for cutting through and destroying the enemy's battle formations - but unfortunately, the Qarluqs and the Quegasians are only broken settlements in the Central Asian steppes at this time, where do they know how to attack in waves, where do they know how to fight in formations?

Outside of the enemy's ambush in Bishkek, Lao Luo chose a flat open field, and the soldiers of the garrison battalion surrounded the side vans into dozens of park-shaped fortresses, each of which was about 100 meters apart, just enough for bows and arrows to block the passage, and the civilians operated the four-wheeled carts in the same way, except that they were located at the rear of the battlefield - and did not need to be wary of enemy attacks from there.

The reason why it is not to surround the vans to form a simple city is entirely because Lao Luo does not want to fight a defensive battle, as mentioned above, this guy is an offensive character, and it is not his spleen to sit alone and fight an offensive and defensive war of attrition with the enemy, and surrounding the car formation to make a city will inevitably affect his own mobile combat ability.

For him, a dead enemy is a good enemy, and although he had a good impression of the Kyrgyz in later generations, it does not mean that the Hygizians of this era can replace those he has come into contact with.

In the historical records, there are some people who have been attached to China, but "history" is not equal to reality, and Lao Luo is very clear about this.

There was no pre-war communication, no personal contact, and the Qarluqs and Gollus in Bishkek appeared as bandits, and in the face of such bandits, Lao Luo did not bother to negotiate at all. In his eyes, since you dare to stand in my way, then don't blame me for treating you as a robber, negotiation is the behavior of the weak, and in the final analysis, it is still bigger than anyone's fist.

Obviously, the people of Bishkek thought that their fists were more powerful, because they knew that there were quite a few old people, women, and children in Lao Luo's team.

And so the battle began.

Some people say that too many ants can bite elephants to death, but the tribes around Bishkek without a central figure are just a bunch of loose sand.

Dozens of tribes, plus some Qarluq merchant nobles in Bishkek, numbering more than 50,000 people, were similar to wild wildebeests migrating from the African savannah in Lao Luo's eyes, and when they rushed up in a swarm, they crashed head-on into the garrison's formation of vans, and the scene was like the tide crashing into a reef.

The partition of the side van is at least eight centimeters thick, made entirely of hardwood, and the surface is covered with iron sheets and spikes on rivets, so you can imagine what it would be like for a flesh-and-blood rider to crash into it, not to mention the spears that pierced out of the side holes of the side cars like poisoned snakes, not to mention the iron arrows that were thrown outward inside the barrier.

The brave warriors of the tribe were either scratched by the wheel of the car, or pierced through the chest and abdomen by spears, or even directly nailed to the ground by the arrows thrown at them. As the riders in front of them fell to the ground, their companions behind them continued to swarm forward, so they ...... Trampled into a pulp.

Dozens of circular barricades are like reefs, crushing the rushing cavalry, and like grinding discs, grinding the flesh that keeps pouring into the gaps, this is a real flesh mill.

When the Bishkeks found that the battle damage was too great and it was too late to withdraw their troops, Lao Luo and Gonzas led two groups of cavalry school soldiers out of the flanks, and then went straight to the enemy's rear camp.

The heavily armored warriors and the equally armored Hercules horses are the tanks of this era, and they are unstoppable in the enemy. In contrast, the Hercules horse is more than 1.8 meters tall at the shoulder, and it is almost three meters tall with the same tall and burly knight, while most of the horses on the Bishkek tribe's side are steppe horses with a shoulder height of 1.6 to 1.7 meters, which may be better than the Hercules horse in terms of endurance and taming, but it can't be compared at all, just like the comparison between a horse and a donkey.

You must know that not every steppe warrior knows how to ride and shoot and has a good bow, most of the time they only fight with spears or scimitars, but this is against the armor of Lao Luo's heavy cavalry - it is difficult to break the defense!

As for the so-called Condor Shooter, it has become a joke, Lao Luo's sensitivity to snipers is engraved into his bones, and no one attaches more importance to the defense of long-range archers than him, so once the existence of Condor Shooters is discovered, a group of arrows is the first choice, even if it is inconvenient to cover and shoot when charging, armor and the like are enough to prevent the attack of the so-called Condor Archers.

What's more, there was no shortage of hunters among Lao Luo and his soldiers, and they were also equipped with fine bows and crossbows crafted by craftsmen.

The rear camp of the Bishkeks, though defended by hundreds of fierce warriors, was no more useful than lambs in the face of heavy cavalry charging like tanks, so they could only protect their masters or noble leaders from fleeing.

It's just in a hurry, where can I escape?

After a number of "core characters" were slashed or shot like wooden pillars or straws, the entire battlefield of Bishkek became one-sided, and everywhere was a game of cat and mouse.

It's not that the steppe people here don't have the courage to fight, but in the face of armor that can't be shot, can't break through the barracks, and mounts that can't be compared, now that they are dead along with the leader, who will they fight?

That's it for the so-called defeat, not to mention that the guys here in Bishkek are not soldiers at all.

The child's play of the battle did not last from morning to dusk, and lasted only six hours.

However, the post-war collation and statistics did not end until the third day.

More than 4,000 soldiers were wounded in the battle, but only 100 were killed. The number of enemy casualties counted is no less than 35,000, and the reason why there is no accurate number is because Lao Luo's side has too few men to control the battlefield within a radius of 20 miles.

It is already difficult to count the seizures and the like, because the specifications and categories are so complex. The largest number of horses and camels was more than 30,000, but if it were not for the number of horses killed by the enemy, the number could have doubled.

Then there are all kinds of weapons, which are more chaotic, handmade by herdsmen, purchased from other countries in the hands of nobles, of unknown origin, and of very messy specifications, many of which are just looking fancy, but not many soldiers like them, so these things are collected as trophies, and the rest are given to the commoners, especially the half-grown children, as toys for practice.

Speaking of civilians, they were the most nervous before this battle, and they were the ones who were most excited after the battle.

At the end of the battle, there was such a conversation.

When civilians came into contact with the battle, it could already be called the end, and there were no civilian casualties in this battle, only dozens of unlucky ghosts who were accidentally injured during the battle. When Lao Luo went to visit them, he happened to meet the stubborn old man Dou Mo and the big housekeeper Li Xuan.

"General Luo, this is a big victory! Victory! The stubborn old man shouted happily, his clothes were a little bloody, but the beard on his face exploded excitedly.

Li Xuan's face was also ruddy on the side, although his clothes were disheveled and he did not see the grace of the past, full of dust and bloodstains, but his eyes were full of energy, "General Luo, we have lost no more than two hundred, and the enemy has died tens of thousands, it is indeed a great victory!" ”

"Look at the happy looks of the two of you, have you ever been injured?" Although he didn't take the result of this battle seriously, and deep down felt that winning these so-called steppe warriors was actually not worth mentioning, Lao Luo couldn't pour cold water on others when they were happy.

"No, never," said Dou Mill, "the old man also cut off the heads of four Qarluqs!" I haven't enjoyed it in years! ”

This old killer! Lao Luo muttered in his heart, he cut off people's heads, but he smiled a lot, and he didn't see the pickiness that was wrong on weekdays. Of course, these words must not be spit out, "Dou Lao should be strong, and he must have been a good man back then!" ”

"Hehe......" Hearing Lao Luo praise him like this, Dou Mo was embarrassed to show off, and he kept smirking.

"Elder Dou, Brother Xuan, are there any civilians who died in battle?" Lao Luo could only ask this question to the two people in front of him.

"Fortunately, just after the count, there are a total of one hundred and thirty-three injured unlucky guys, all of whom are not very serious about training! Except for a dozen or so who were slightly more seriously wounded, none of them died in battle! Li Xuan said in a very flat tone.

There are always self-righteous guys, lazy, cowardly, and so on, and many civilians who were injured this time are such people, and Li Xuan can't be annoyed.

"Brother Xuan, at this time, you don't have to worry too much, according to the previous agreement - if you are injured in a war because of resisting the enemy, you will be treated according to the treatment of a soldier, which is also considered a military merit! Please ask Brother Xuan to approve this aspect. "Lao Luo is clear about this kind of thing, but he can't make a bad start, after all, it is not very appropriate to ask civilians to defend themselves.

"Okay......" Li Xuan agreed a little reluctantly, and turned around to leave.

"Wait, Brother Xuan, there's one more thing that needs to be informed!" Lao Luo hurriedly stopped the two of them, and when they stopped, he continued: "Bishkek is not a place to stay for a long time, the nearby water sources are polluted by blood and dirt, in addition, there is also beware of the retaliation of the local nomads, the soldiers are injured too much, we need to continue to move forward and find a suitable place to recuperate." ”

"General Luo has a suitable place?" This is considered a business matter, and Li Xuan can't help but get serious.

"Passing through the valley in the northeast, not far north is the Ili River valley (1), let's go there and find a suitable place to stop!" When he arrived here, he was basically close to the western border border of later generations, and Lao Luo naturally knew very well that although the times were different, the general direction of rivers and mountains would not change.

"The Ili Valley? General Luo, you mean Ile water, right? For this return, Li Xuan consulted a lot of past records, and of course he knew something about this area.

"That's right, there it is! We will set off early tomorrow morning, Brother Xuan, you inform everyone to prepare! Now that he knew the route, Lao Luo didn't say more, and turned his head and said politely to Dou Mill, "Dou Lao is hard, and the preparations of the civilians are handed over to the two of you." ”

"Well said, well said...... Although General Luo is relieved, he won the battle, and the old man worked hard! Dou Mo replied briskly.

It would not be wise to kill tens of thousands of people here in Bishkek and stay here to provoke hatred, although Lao Luo's centaur is in self-defense, but the reason is not clear at this time.

Some people may say that they should simply kill everyone in the area.

It's very simple, but in fact, it's impossible, not to mention that Lao Luo's people are just a group of people who simply want to return to their homeland, even if Lao Luo has this idea, revenge on the locals is a thankless move, the long wilderness, less than 100,000 people thrown on the vast land like sesame seeds sprinkled into the sand, undoubtedly contrary to the main goal.

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(1) The Ili River Valley, the Ili River, belongs to an inland river without an estuary, originating from the north side of the Khan Tengger Peak at the northwest end of the Tianshan Mountains, and finally flowing into the Balkhash Lake in Central Asia, stretching for more than 1,200 kilometers with a basin area of 150,000 square kilometers, and is one of the main rivers in the northern section of Central Asia.

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