To tell the truth, Central Asia in this era is no different from the American West in later generations, full of deserts and grasslands, and occasionally yellow sand and salt lakes, the difference is that the standard of living in this era is not much better than that of later Africa, and most of the herders on the steppes do not even have shoes or boots - they will not do it or cannot do it (they do not know how to do it or do not know how to needle and thread) - often just sew a leather case with bone needles and put it on their feet, and wear dirty sheepskin jackets in winter, full of smell. The hair and beard that had not been washed all the year round were tangled together like felt, and only the nobles, the leaders of the great tribes (the jinjin or the elders or the khans), and their close subordinates could have a robe of linen or silk.

The leader of the steppe tribe and his people are also not so harmonious, just like the wolf king and the wolf pack, occasionally a strong and intelligent person appears, he will actively or passively unite to conquer one side, and then the powerful person will age, and the new wolf king will have a fight among them, and then the group will be divided and scattered, some will become strong again, and some will completely decline or live in seclusion.

So the result is that it is very difficult to find a remote horn hiding a primitive tribe that has been living there for thousands of years, so Lao Luo never thought of seeing people and slaughtering people like in some deductive novel - that is simply impossible, even in later generations, let alone with the pitiful number of people at this time?

Pure killing can never solve the problem, although Lao Luo also likes to deal with complex things simply, the problem is that the chaotic Central Asia is complicated, the wilderness is too wide, and the nomads are like the wild wildebeest of Africa, so for Lao Luo, who likes the land over the sea, if he wants to occupy the core of the world's most continental land, he must have at least two weapons, a long knife and a whip, the long knife is used to cut down the opponents, and the whip is used to drive the obedient.

Su Mi Fei Luo and Mu Niqi are the whips prepared by Lao Luo, of course, they are only trial production at the moment, and they are not official.

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Two days later, more than 200 miles east of Kuzak (Romari), in the Ferghana Basin, a valley surrounded by mountains, a procession of more than 400 tall horses stopped at the high ground below the snow line.

"Corn Philo, what's this place called?" The questioner was naturally the tall Luo Kaixian, who jumped down from the duke's back and looked out at the valley that hung down from the mountains not far away, where the meltwater of the snow-capped mountains had frozen, but the rumbling sound could still be heard, and there was a camp of about thousands of people on the edge of the valley.

"Lord, there is a camp of the Assassin Department, and as for here, the people of the Yaks call this river the Akbra River." Corn Philo had been looking around for a moment, and replied calmly.

Lao Luo calculated the location, in later generations this should be a small city called Osh, inhabited by many Kyrgyz and Uzbeks, but now, this is just a more suitable place for pasture growth, scattered within a radius of dozens of miles There are more than 20 small tribes, the one under the hillside should be the largest here, and a small road can be seen leading to the southeast valley, but the upper area is covered with snow, apparently because it is winter, few people walk.

"Where is that going?" Because of the rumbling of the river under the ice, this location is not quiet, but can only be heard if you speak a little louder.

"It's a trade route to Kashgar, although it's not far, but the mountain road is very difficult to walk, and it can't be passed in winter, and the gods on the snow-capped mountains are very short-tempered in winter." Sumi Firo tried to be as detailed as possible, because if he wanted to gain a foothold in Lao Luo's team, he had to work hard.

"Well......" Lao Luo snorted and ignored people, he was using a telescope to observe the camp at the bottom of the slope a kilometer away, it was not clear from below, Lao Luo could distinguish it clearly with the help of telescopes and mental induction.

Corn Philo couldn't understand what Lao Luo was doing, so he had to step back and tidy up the clutter at hand.

Behind Lao Luo, in addition to the guides of Corn Philo and Muniqi and Goshulie, there were more than 300 carefully selected warriors - personal soldiers and victors who had experienced a fist fight from the cavalry academy of the scout battalion, and the losers were all miserable in Kuzak to continue their winter training, under the urging of the disgruntled Gonzas.

Why the resentment? Because the winter training plan is indispensable for the host, Lao Luo didn't bring a general who led the team alone, and he was selected by a fist fight, and the highest position was only Qu Chang, not even a captain.

Of course, Alki will definitely follow, otherwise no one can rest assured, Lao Luo also likes one more person to help him take care of chores, at least two or three hundred people don't need Lao Luo to greet them one by one.

There are about 300 tents in the camp under the slope, which is a large tribe, the sun is in the west, some herdsmen who drive cattle and sheep to look for grass roots under the snow are walking back from farther away, the tent area can be seen everywhere curling smoke, there are not many warriors who can distinguish the figures, there are women and children everywhere, the center of the tent area is surrounded by the horse enclosure area, where nearly a thousand horses wander leisurely in it, close to the horse pen is a tall white felt tent that is different from other tents, On the side of the tent was a tall flagpole with a string of oxen tails tied together - the mark of the assassins.

To say that there are not many warriors means that compared to the army, this kind of nomadic tribe cannot be simply seen, even women will draw knives and cut people, and shoot people with inferior bows and arrows. Moreover, there are not many soldiers, and there are at least 500 men guarding the tents, but their equipment and combat power will not be looked at by Lao Luo.

The comparison of the weapons and armor of the two sides is not a level, and then compared to the personal combat power, it is bullying.

"Team preparation! Listen to me! Putting down the binoculars and turning around, Lao Luo raised a fist in a low voice and shouted, "There are a few big stones on the way down the slope, and there are no gravels on the ground along the way, but everyone should be energetic, don't be thrown out by the horses!" ”

"Woo ......" The soldiers shouted in a low voice, followed by a right hand to beat the left chest, which was a newly accustomed informal military salute, and more than 300 stout men shouted in unison, which made people's blood boil.

"Remember, cut down all those who dare to resist, men and women, and take precautions against those who lie on the ground, and do not lay down their weapons without my orders!" Lao Luo is not worried about leaking news or anything, nor is he worried that he will be ambushed by the enemy, he just doesn't want to endanger the lives of the soldiers with senseless kindness, as for whether it is fair to the herdsmen who are attacked, he doesn't think about it at all, this is not the era of the so-called national republic in later generations, and there is no room for unnecessary mercy.

As for the women in the tribe? They are not the so-called dancers who can sing and dance in later generations, but she-wolves who can swing knives and slash and kill, otherwise when it comes to the nomadic tribes, where are there so many soldiers? Basically, men are used as women, and women are used as animals.

"Goshulie, call your people by their names when you go down, and look for your people, including your wife! And, calm down! "Lao Luo couldn't stop telling Ge Shulie once, and he slashed and killed two small tribes of the assassination department along the way, but all the news was gathered here, because there was no harvest twice, and the only remaining people of the two small tribes were cut down by Ge Shulie.

The honest man started the fire, it was really cool, and the patriarch of a small tribe who was captured was bitten by Goshulie's throat, just because Goshulie recognized the man's face, the face that had appeared on the night of Goshu's demise.

"Goshua, take your people, keep an eye on your father!" Lao Luo casually commanded to Geshua.

Because of the purpose of this dispatch, Goshua and several of his brothers of the same clan were beaten in the fist battle for qualification, but their noses and faces were swollen, but it did not stop their enthusiasm in the slightest. Psychologically precocious, they almost tried their best, so they stood in the position of avenging their people, and everyone's eyes were hot as if they could glow.

As the sun began to set in the west, Lao Luo shouted and took the lead in rushing down the hill, followed by more than three hundred fierce warriors.

This is an undeclared war that is almost a sneak attack, this is the practice of the steppe, just like a wolf pack will not greet the tribe when it attacks it, it is direct and cruel, and there is no so-called war sticker, declaration, fair mentions.

The rumbling sound of horses' hooves, combined with the rumbling sound of the river, by the time the assassins noticed, the cavalry had approached three hundred meters. It is said that it is a bit early to start charging from a thousand meters away, but because of the terrain, it doesn't matter, don't worry about excessive consumption of horsepower, especially the war horses brought by Lao Luo are all excellent war horses, all of which are the kind of big guys with full physical strength suitable for various combat situations.

The tribesmen began to shout, some turned back and hid in their tents, some ran directly to the horses, and some raised their scimitars in their hands...... In an instant, the woman cried, the child cried, the man burst into drinking, and the horse's hooves thundered, all mixed together.

Fifty meters near the edge of the tent area, Lao Luo's team suddenly split in two, and the horses began to run around the tent area - blindly rushing into the enemy's camp was an act of seeking death, and the situation in the camp was unknown.

"Whoosh...... arrows began to fire, and then the bowstring whispered, but no one cared, and the sound of the horse's hooves hitting the ground drowned out everything.

The people running around in the tent area were nailed to the ground by arrows, and the people who ran towards the horses were shot through the chest by arrows, and those who tried to intercept them with scimitars were the worst, and they were directly trampled under the horses' hooves, because the horses were also temporarily hung with horse armor, so they didn't have to worry about the so-called human slashing, at most it was enough to dodge a little spear and the rocks under their feet.

"......%#¥%@¥......*#@¥&......" Ge Shulie shouted loudly in the language of the grassland, Lao Luo couldn't understand, but he should have told his people to hide, and in this case, there was no way to distinguish between friend and foe in the tent area.

The area of the camp was at least 800 meters in diameter, and the range of bows and arrows was at most more than 200 meters.

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