No one in this era can know the origin of Lao Luo, at least temporarily.

Even if there are people who know Lao Luo's origin and expertise, they are definitely not included in the Turkic people who play the role of herdsmen and robbers at the same time in the wasteland, so the city lord's mansion of Herat is sad for its own smart people.

Lao Luo was a generalist when he was a mercenary in later life, but he mainly appeared as an assaulter, so hand-to-hand combat and indoor small space combat were simply commonplace for him. A few throwing knives were thrown out, and the first group of enemies who entered the inner house quickly disappeared.

Not wanting to get covered in blood like last time, Lao Luo chose to fight with his bare hands, anyway, the enemy here has no ability to resist him at all.

Retract the throwing knife and enter quickly, and before the enemy who rushed over with a scimitar on the back of the door could wave the guy in his hand, he was either kicked by Lao Luo, or elbowed, either unlucky with broken eggs or aggrieved heartbreak (elbow hit the ribs, and the broken bone spurs would pierce the heart and lung lobes).

Lao Luo's movements are not fancy, and he does not think about resisting the enemy's attacks, he just chooses the shortest distance with the fastest speed and attacks in a straight line with the most suitable part. To be honest, with his strength and speed, the opponent's attack was only halfway through and then lost the strength of the impact - the enemy had already been killed or seriously injured by Lao Luo.

When Lao Luo played the role of a bulldozer and ran amok through the compound, Ashina Duwar and the two people who were discussing it together were frightened by the sudden attack, "Allah willing, who is the one who broke in?" So many people can't stop it? ”

"Master, is a strong man in black armor, with the strength of a bear and the speed of a wolf, with a long knife, a dozen or so brothers of Mumaiti guarding the door were cut into two pieces in a few breaths!" An elite guard wrapped in a black turban turned around and turned back from the doorway, and said respectfully to Duval.

"Yashik is right, master! We can't stop that guy, the bow and arrow shoot up, and there is no reaction at all! The host had better hurry to the barracks! Bring in troops to surround him and kill him! Duval's butler, Smuruk, stood beside Duval and reminded with an anxious expression.

Without waiting for Duval to decide anything, an upturned bearded fellow who was discussing with him spoke, "Your Highness Duval, your guards are too useless, do you want to mobilize my warriors from the Hackwood to help you?" ”

"Just stay here, I'm going to see who's coming!" As a descendant of the Ashina family, Ashina Duval is still a little bold, at least he knows that it is too late to escape now, and God knows if there is anyone else ambushed outside besides this person. After giving orders to his men, he shouted at the bearded guy, "Are you provoking me? Hackwood. Hutur? ”

Hackwood. Hutur only brought four of his subordinates, and of course he didn't dare to really turn his face on the spot with the descendants of the Ashina family, the lord of Herat City, and said with a sneer: "How come, Your Highness Duval, I am trying to find a way to help you." ”

Another guy who was discussing things together also interjected as a peacemaker, "Your Highness, don't worry, after all, the Hakkmu Department has been deployed by the Ashina family for many years, and Hutur is also concerned about His Highness's safety......"

While the few people were still arguing with each other, Lao Luo had already reached the periphery of the corridor where they were, and even if they wanted to, it was too late to retreat.

It will never take a short time to walk through a large mansion covering an area of dozens of acres, not to mention that there are many obstacles, but Lao Luo only took ten minutes to find the final boss. Hearing the sound of arguing inside, Lao Luo slowed down and paced into the wide hall with the largest number of people.

The three or four guards guarding the doorway summoned the last of their courage and rushed forward, but their trembling legs and weak arms betrayed them. Without nirvana, they were just providing a stepping stone for Lao Luo, and the sound of bones being twisted and finally the sound of squeezing out of his chest became a mournful rooster cry that frightened the monkeys.

Seven or eight guys who looked like personal guards pointed at Lao Luo who broke in from the corridor with short bows in their hands, but they didn't dare to move, for fear that the bows and arrows sent out would be useless, and Lao Luo, who was like a bear and a tiger, would pounce on them and tear them apart in an instant. Behind them was Ashina Duval in gorgeous robes, and next to them were a few guys who drew their scimitars, looking loyal and unyielding, but their bulging bellies betrayed their combat effectiveness.

It was not because Lao Luo knew him that Ashina Duval could be distinguished, but because the clothes worn by the ruler of Herat City were so gorgeous that they were completely out of place with the people around him.

The white robe, embroidered with a large number of gold and green threads, which formed a gorgeous Islamic vine pattern, the white turban was also decorated with golden silk thread, and the boots under the feet were brownish-green with the same golden rivets—the owner of such a garment was as luxurious as a prince—oh, logically speaking, the Ashina family was and did indeed be a Turkic royal family.

"You, who are you? What do you want to do? "The only one who could muster up the courage to shout was Smuruk, who was still calm, and it was a safe way to propose that Duval withdraw to the barracks, but vanity and arrogance stood in Duval's way, and his proposal was useless.

Lao Luo glanced at the black-robed Smuduk who spoke, but he couldn't understand his words, thinking that it was just a threat or a warning, his feet continued to walk forward, his subordinates did not stop, swaying slightly, several white lights flashed under the candlelight of the corbel candlelight, and the guards with short bows had an extra object on their necks, and then the bowstring that was weak to relax or the arrows that were missing their heads, these people in front of them completely lost their threat to Lao Luo.

"Ashina Duval?" Lao Luo condescendingly looked at the more than ten people who were about to be crowded, he asked in Chinese, the purpose was just to see if he could communicate, if he couldn't, then he would be embarrassed, let's go see their Hu Da.

"I'm Ashina Duval, who are you? What do you want to do? The most honorable man, dressed in a splendid robe, sat on a wide chair, and answered Lao Luo's question with great vigor, no longer in Turkic, but in Han with a distinctly Western flavor in response to Lao Luo's language.

Before Lao Luo could speak, Hakmu. A strong man beside Hutur suddenly rushed up with a stubborn scimitar, obviously trying to sneak attack while Lao Luo was distracted. It's just that the strong man didn't think about it at all, if Lao Luo could be easily attacked, how could he break into the core of this luxurious mansion alone?

Facing the scimitar slashing obliquely towards Lao Luo, he didn't make a sound, just turned to the side slightly, let the swift scimitar, raised his left knee and hit the left side rib of the strong man directly, "snort" two muffled sounds are the sound of broken ribs, the raised left arm waved, the outer edge of the palm directly cut on the outside of the strong man's neck, and there was a creepy "snort" sound, the strong man's head was crooked, and his body was piled on the ground like a bunch of boneless mollusks.

How can a person be tolerant of an enemy country?

Even if it is empty-handed fighting, Lao Luo's methods are not something that ordinary people can imagine, and when he has no scruples in his heart, he even raises his hand to kill people. He continued to unfold the means, he simply did not leave his hand, first took the guards who were ready to move with resistance, shook his hand and a few flying knives floated by, and then there was a whining sound of the throat being stuck, his left foot picked up the scimitar of the previous strong man, caught it with his right hand, and slid sideways, and the blade had already slid past the necks of the guards who rushed forward. When Lao Luo retreated, he dodged the enthusiasm of a few guys who had their throats squirted thin carotid arteries.

The retreat was not because Lao Luo wanted to stop and spare the remaining six people, but because his purpose in this battle was not to kill everyone - provoking chaos around Herat and holding back the Ghaznavids was the ultimate goal.

When Lao Luo stopped again, several Turkic nobles no longer had the courage to look around, and all the subordinates who usually shouted and killed people like slaughtering cattle and sheep all became lying corpses on the ground, of course, they were not frightened by blood and dead corpses like ordinary people, how could people who could go to the top of a group be frightened by a few killings?

All the cowering and timid expressions are just the illusion of their deception.

The iron-blooded Lao Luo naturally knows this.

"Now I can speak seriously and don't have to worry about anyone disturbing me." After looking around for a week, except for those who dared to fight hard, the rest did not dare to act rashly, Lao Luo breathed a sigh of relief, although these people couldn't hurt him, but he didn't want to overturn the boat in the gutter carelessly.

The only six people left in the hall all bowed their heads and looked like lambs waiting to be slaughtered, and no one wanted to be cut off or smashed by Lao Luo in an instant because of his reckless actions, and the dead corpses on the ground or bleeding or his head collapsed were the best examples.

"Ashina Duval City Lord, introduce me to all the people around you." Lao Luo said softly and leisurely, his tone was not ruthless, but there was a taste of instructions that could not be refused.

"Yes...... My lord," Ashina Duval, who was under the Qu people, lost a trace of aristocratic calmness, and pointed to a few people around him with a pale face to take turns to introduce, "Hakmu of the Hakmu Department. Huthur, Abdullah of the Salar Department. Root. Salar, the envoy of the patriarch of the Qasim tribe, Hazar. Iron Dalmu, my steward Smuruk...... My chief of guard, Jasik. ”

Lao Luo listened patiently and clapped his palms, as if there was dust on them, "Yes, a descendant of the Turkic royal family, two patriarchs, a patriarch envoy, oh, the butler, and a loyal guard." ”

The loyal guard naturally refers to Yasik, this is the only guard who has escaped the killing machine of Lao Luo's flying knife, but even if he escapes for his life, he has not completely escaped the edge of the flying knife, Lao Luo's flying knife is still nailed to his shoulder, and the blood soaked his black robe.

"Alright, ask the loyal guards to help collect my throwing knives, and don't do anything superfluous." Without the idea of continuing to kill, the throwing knives thrown out had to be collected by the half-crippled enemy, and Lao Luo was just right to control the whole scene, "By the way, Ashina Duval, who are the people in the back house?" ”

"It's all women, if you want it, you can give it all to you!" Ashina Duval can be said to be completely different from a royal family at this moment, in order to save his life, he doesn't care about anything.

"What do you want your woman to do?" Secretly sighing at the shamelessness of the Turks, asking about these senseless things is just to verify what has been sensed, and as for asking the identity of the living people present, it is just to reserve some messengers. Lao Luo said calmly: "Don't worry, your lives are saved, provided that you tell the Turkmen Mahmud, yes, it's the emir of the Ghaznavid, don't pester my team, otherwise I will go to the Ghaznavid to screw off his head!" ”

"My lord? Please leave your name...... "Of course, Duval's butler Smuruk also speaks Chinese, in fact, in Central Asia at this time, as long as you have come into contact with Han Chinese, you can know some Chinese.

"My surname is Luo, and my name on the grassland is Bartol, and as for which team my team is, I think you all understand, don't you? Abdu. Massoud's corpse is the best proof of this! "There's nothing to hide, the other party can find out sooner or later, Lao Luo welcomes someone to come to him for trouble, then he can justifiably do something to retaliate.

"Understood, sir! What else do adults ask for? Trembling all over, the more respectful head of Herat City held the flying knife put away by the guards to Lao Luo with both hands.

More than a dozen bloody flying knives disappeared with a wipe from Lao Luo's hand, and the butler Smuduk's eyes suddenly straightened.

Lao Luo also deliberately left a hand as a deterrent, and looked at this shrewd housekeeper deeply, "There is another request, don't leave this room before dawn, otherwise your lives will be lost, don't blame me!" ”

"Yes, sir......" replied almost in unison.

Lao Luo didn't like the word "adult" by his own people, but he felt very sour when outsiders called him "adult", and turned around and left twice, not caring at all about leaving his back to the enemy.

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Attached: Another failed application for signing a contract, inexplicable...... Maybe there's little hope for this subject......