Herat is actually a mixed city, with a total population of just over 200,000, and of course this number does not include slaves, and there is no way to count the number of slaves, at least according to what Alktan heard.

And these 200,000 people are not all Turkmen, from the descendants of the Romans in the West, to the descendants of the Han in the East, and even the dark-skinned Brahmans (the ancestors of the Indians in South Asia), and the Turks are a mixed community with a common language, and the Turkmen are only one of them.

It's just that the Turkmen tribe is now the most powerful, and there are more and more people attached to them, and the names of many small tribes in the entire Great Turkic are disappearing. But not many people care about the so-called tribal names, and relying on the strong to survive is the most simple truth on the grassland, even for the minorities in this land.

Although the number of these ethnic minorities is small, they are not weak, at least they are not weak in terms of financial resources, after all, they have also worked as herdsmen and robbers, and they always have some savings, and those with a little brains have turned into businessmen, and of course they are also the dual roles of businessmen and robbers. Attached to the Turkmens, these guys amassed a lot of wealth and supplies.

And Lao Luo is eyeing these people, of course, not to mention the big businessmen among the Turkmen.

These goals of accumulating a lot of wealth often coincide with the goals of the Han slaves that Lao Luo wanted to rescue, because these rich guys often like to use the Han Chinese in the East and the Romans in the West as slaves, and the purpose is nothing more than to show off their wealth and power.

It's just that on this night, the former ostentation became the source of the suffering of all the rich people in Herat.

With the light of the fire of the City Lord's Mansion, Lao Luo's subordinates who were ambushed on the periphery of the rich man's mansion began to act, throwing the fire canisters on their backs first, and the flames of the explosion frightened or shocked too many people, and then the soldiers in Shiwu began to attack with the combination of firelight, which was a professional-level tactical cooperation that had been trained and practiced many times.

No one deserves pity, no one deserves forgiveness.

As the owner of the mansion did to the former raiders, all the armed rebels were the first to be killed, and in the chaos they had no resistance to the fiercely armed cavalry cadets.

At this time, the houses of the rich were often built with tall courtyard walls to protect against robber attacks or other snooping, but at night, the walls used to protect against outsiders became a fence for the owner himself. The guards of the wealthy may be able to resist the attacks of ordinary thieves, but they are not much better than the farmers who have just picked up their blades in the face of an army that specializes in killing.

Relying on the fierce and daring momentum to kill, you can only scare the weak, in the face of the cavalry academy soldiers who operate like silent machines, like desperate beasts, they can only helplessly let out a hoarse scream, occasionally a few guys who know a little tactical skills are smashed down by a fire pot that splits their heads and covers their faces, and then in the face of the killing of multiple people, they can only become frightened fire men, or take a sip of their own blood and fall to the ground silently.

Of course, it can't be a one-sided killing, but it is useless to be prepared against defenseless, no amount of courage is useless, hastily picked up scimitars cannot cut through the armor of the warriors, spears are not weapons that can be wielded in narrow courtyards, and occasionally in wide places, the owner of the spear does not have time to swing them before they are shot down by arrows, and they face arrows without armor like harmless lambs.

By the time the fat or emaciated owner of the mansion is sharpened, everything will come to an end.

The faithful guards were quickly killed, and the slaves who had no idea of resisting began to flee in all directions, or cowered in the corner, trembling like quails......

Because the war horses that gathered the City Lord's Mansion were delayed for a little time, when Lao Luo and his men rushed to the first target point, the battle had already ended for a while.

"Antioch, are you moving fast, are you hurt?" Standing in the empty yard of a large compound whose porch was burned, Lao Luo threw off his horse, looked around and asked.

Antioch's stout guy who was almost thirty years old, said to be from the Peloponnese, a descendant of Spartan warriors, was a member of the original gladiators, had been a personal soldier by Lao Luo's side for a long time, was forced to learn writing and language, and after the formation of the cavalry school, he was thrown to the bottom and fought for a while, and is now a captain of the cavalry school.

"General, two unlucky ghosts have cut their arms with knives, and the others are fine." Antioch, who was drooling over Old Law's mount, was almost kicked by the "Duke", he grinned and took off the helmet on his head, scratching at his messy hair, "The guards in this courtyard are not even as good as the vagabonds on the streets of Rome, we kill too fast...... The slaves have all run away, and they have not taken care of your orders. ”

"You guy, remember to hurry up and learn Chinese." The Lord is like a sect leader in Antioch's pronunciation, and the latter words are half Chinese and half Latin, Lao Luo is also a little crying and laughing, this guy looks rude, but he never has a soft hand when he kills, but he always does not do well in military appearance and etiquette, otherwise it would not be just a song chief, "The master here is still there?" Show me! ”

"Understood, Lord!" Antioch has a non-stingy temperament, but he is only restrained when he is by Lao Luo's side, "That guy is still alive!" It was in the largest house that I led the lord to go. ”

The owner of the house is indeed alive, but not very alive, a gorgeous robe is wrapped around his body because of rolling and crawling, except for dust and blood stains on it, one leg is twisted abnormally, and the footprints on the hem of the robe are obviously broken.

This guy is the largest Turkmen merchant in the local area, and he is Lao Luo's preferred target besides the city lord, but the other party's semi-unconscious appearance makes Lao Luo lose interest in questioning.

"Forget it, give him a good time." Lao Luo waved his hand, there is nothing to talk about, there is no need to leave the other party alive, to this extent he is already a mortal enemy, so it is better for a mortal enemy to die, and forgiveness of this kind of behavior should be treated differently.

Naturally, there were fighters who dragged this guy aside, made a mistake with both hands, twisted his neck bone, and the guy who was still breathing said goodbye to this world in a coma, which may not be a kind of happiness for Lao Luo's enemies.

Some people who were obviously Han slaves were busy sorting out the belongings in the house, and some were slumped in the corner of the courtyard, their clothes were not covered, and many bruises and purple scars could be clearly seen.

"All the Han slaves here have been rescued?" Lao Luo didn't go to talk to those Han people, Antioch was by his side, and no one knew anything better about things here than him.

"Yes, Lord!" Antioch paused for a moment, then said with a little surprise, "General, there are eighty-one Han Chinese, and five Han slaves who resisted were mistakenly killed, and we also rescued six Romans from the slaves' quarters. ”

"Han Chinese slaves who resisted?" Lao Luo was a little stunned.

"Yes, Xie had already admonished them, saying that we were to deliver them, but they didn't listen at all, so ......" Antioch scratched at his hair again.

The "Xie" in Antioch's mouth refers to a chief under him, a person named Xie Ruxi, who is a descendant of the Ruzhou people by looking at the name.

"Oh, no matter, if you're dead, you're dead. As for the Romans, ask them if they would like to go with us, and leave them alone if they don't want to go. "There are people everywhere who don't know good from bad and can't tell the difference between good and bad, and Lao Luo will not blame his subordinates for their blood relationship, even though his subordinates are Spartans.

"Yes, Lord!"

"Also, find some warm clothes for those Han people to change into, the weather is cold at night."

"Understood, Lord!" Antioch naturally commanded people to get busy.

"Naga, you take a few people to help in a few other places, don't let our soldiers lose here." The end has begun here, and there are more than 30 warriors to maintain order, and Lao Luo no longer restricts Naga, who likes to kill.

"Yes, Lord!" Nagara pulled a dozen people and turned around and ran.

Alki and a few pro-soldiers roamed around to help maintain order, and the matter of pacifying the Han people was naturally done by his Han soldiers (descendants of the Tang people), Lao Luo would not mix these trivial things now, without him, the far will be resentful, and the near will not be inferior, and it is not necessary to win the hearts of the people at this time.

What's more, he still has his own tasks to be busy, a big merchant's warehouse may not be less than the city lord's, although it is too late to find all the warehouses in a hurry, but Lao Luo, who has the mental power to cheat, still collected no less than 200,000 cubic meters of grain, more than a dozen tons of jar wine, and more than a dozen large boxes of gold, silver and jewelry in the underground of this mansion...... There are even more than 100 sets of Tang-style armor, and the origin of the latter is self-evident, so it can be seen that there is no wrongdoing in the previous killings.

Lao Luo didn't need anyone to follow him when he collected the supplies, and the soldiers around him also knew some secrets about his generals to a greater or lesser extent, so there was no problem in cooperating.

When Lao Luo came out of the unmanned warehouse, except for the soldiers of the cavalry school, there were no living people in this mansion covering an area of dozens of acres, and the Han slaves who had been rescued were all sent to the hotel stronghold near the east gate.

"General, will you go to the next location?" Alki, who was guarding the entrance to the warehouse, asked respectfully, every time he saw Lao Luo's methods, he always respectfully stood aside, never asked questions and said more, and carefully helped Lao Luo keep secrets.

For him, how can he be glorified by following a strong man by following a god? That's right, in Olki's heart, Lao Luo is a god.

"Tell the soldiers to evacuate and go to the gate to be on guard, my duke stays, and when I come out, I will go to the next place!" Lao Luo glanced at the henchmen beside him and ordered a word that both understood each other.

Yes, they both understand, but Lao Luo never explains, and he doesn't need to explain, everyone has secrets, he won't explore his past secrets, and he won't allow others to spy on his secrets.

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P.S. Well, I feel like writing a book is like playing a stand-alone game, there is no feedback, and I am a little tired.