Lao Luo put away the knife, in front of him was a guy shrunken on the ground trembling, next to him was a scimitar thrown on the ground, not far behind him, the same character kneeling on the ground, looking left and right, all over the ground except for the broken corpse is the descendant who can't stand on the ground.

Of course, there are too many corpses than living people, according to Lao Luo's efficiency, this kind of thing, as long as you make up your mind, is actually a simple job, put it under the automatic rifle of the later generations, there are no more people alive in front of you, and now it is just to deter your subordinates, and you don't use bows and arrows to name them, so you give these guys the opportunity to surrender.

Shaking his head helplessly, Lao Luo sighed that he was still soft-hearted, picked up a clean robe from the ground, shook the long knife, and the blood on it scattered on the ground and the kneeling people, and then wiped the blade of the long knife with the robe, and shouted loudly, "Keep your hands, those who abandon weapons and kneel on the ground will not be killed!" ”

In fact, it doesn't matter much whether to keep your hand or not at this time, at least for the kneeling Qarluqs in front of them, because at least three-quarters of them no longer have the ability to breathe.

Prepared against defenseless, professional vs. amateur, Lao Luo's killing machine of later generations plus the most professional killer of this era - gladiators, every attack is straight to human life, this is not the street gangsters of later generations, half a day can not kill a person, in contrast, this kind of killing scene can be imagined as a slaughterhouse, and it is not the kind of slaughterhouse industrialized in later generations.

There was blood all over the ground, and broken corpses, and less than thirty Qarluqs kneeling in blood, the only one standing was Lao Luo and his men, the archers had no losses, and the sword and shield men ...... There were a few injuries, but none of them were serious, but they were scratches on the sides of their arms or legs, and of course, in addition to the combat skills of the sword and shield bearers themselves, the armor on their bodies also played a great role in protection.

Lao Luo looked at the spot for a while, and found that the number of people seemed to be incomplete, he was still used to using vision to determine something, stunned for a moment, and then used his mental power to probe, only to find that the few guys on the periphery to prevent the escape of the enemy were still far away, but he didn't notice that there was really a spirit to escape the Qarlu people, but unfortunately now it has also become a corpse.

A few guys who had run in advance to guard the horses and the caravan came back, oh, and in front of them were two unlucky ghosts who had not been killed, and one of them, the short fellow, Lao Luo, felt a little familiar, but ignored it, and shouted loudly in Latin: "Who is Corn Philo?" ”

When he listened to the sound from inside the tent, he found that although he could hear not many enemies by the sound of footsteps, the people in his team were not opponents at all, because the fighting habit of the Qarluqs was to shout while fighting, and if they did not hear the shouting, it meant that they were either killed or fled.

When he came out of the tent, he happened to see Lao Luo use a long knife to kill eight besieging people in a short instant, his own people had no strength to parry, the scene was neater than slaughtering cattle and sheep on the grassland, although he also conceited some force, but he never thought that he could block that kind of slashing, he thought about escaping, but the dead bodies around him showed that the enemy was prepared, and his tent was close to the inside of the camp, or he would be shot to the ground before he threw a few steps, then he died too unjustly, So he honestly knelt on the ground, threw the sword he carried with him aside, and did not dare to move at will without speaking.

The surrounding environment calmed down with Lao Luo's shouting, and Su Mi Philo took the opportunity to peek left and right, there were only a few people around him in the camp, sparsely scattered, and the rest basically became dead corpses, Corn Philo couldn't help but feel a little crying without tears, three or four hundred people, there was no power to fight back.

When Lao Luo's Latin shout came, Su Mi Philo was stunned in his mind, he knew Latin, and hurriedly bowed his head in response, "I...... I'm ......."

Lao Luo walked a few steps on the blood-covered ground, and carefully looked at the man kneeling on the ground, thirty or forty years old, typical Central Asian appearance, looking at the appearance should have the blood of the Cypriots, if he changed his dress, he would be no different from the Afghans of later generations, but it was indeed a guy who had met in Ankara once, "Okay, Corn Philo, do you know how many people are there in Koshubu?" Give me an accurate answer. ”

Su Mi Philo secretly looked up at Lao Luo's appearance, and muttered in his heart, this is a Khitan? Or are they the Quegasians? Or...... While he was guessing, a kneeling Qarluq man beside Lao Luo suddenly jumped up from the ground, grabbed a scimitar not far away, and shouted "Damn bandit!" "Rushed up to Lao Luo.

Where would Lao Luo care about such a reckless raid, but the handle of the long knife was sent easily, against the opponent's chest, holding the long knife with both hands and spinning again, and the opponent's head was shaved off with his right shoulder, and the dead body that lost its balance was directed to the side of Corn Philo, and the blood in the chest cavity of the dead corpse sprayed directly on Corn Philo's head and face.

Corn Philo's mind was blank, the moment the people in the same team turned over and got up, he also had the idea of moving, but before he could put it into practice, the half of the corpse next to him and a cavity of blood poured down, his thoughts were all gone, murder and dead corpses, this era has never been less, but this kind of direct bloodshed has never been experienced, the frightened Corn Philo forgot to resist, and even forgot that he would fight, and shrank back directly, but was hit by the fallen corpse, and his head hit a stoneand fainted.

"Damn," Lao Luo was a little annoyed, of course he had already found out about the guy who wanted to resist, and he intended to give the Qarluqs a warning by punishing the rebels, but he didn't expect to smash the leader unconscious, Lao Luo glanced around a little helplessly, including the two Qarluqs escorted from the camel carath, "Is there anyone else who wants to resist?" ”

In the face of the murderous Lao Luo and the many blood-colored soldiers, the Qarlu people were silent, and no one dared to act rashly, Lao Luo pointed to the fainted Su Mi Philo with some amusement and ordered, "Come and wake him up, go to twenty people to collect the spoils, and the others organize these captives to clean up the battlefield." ”

The so-called cleaning of the battlefield is to bury the dead bodies and clean up all traces of battle, which has been the practice of all battles along the way. A warrior went to the horse's back to fetch shovels for digging holes, and ordered the captured Qarluqs to dig a pit in the center of the camp, but fortunately the ground was a soft layer of soil, not ice or frozen ground or a messy rock formation, otherwise the captives, who had just awakened from the slaughter, would have dragged the corpses of their former companions and would surely break down the frightened fellows.

There were less than twenty-eight of the Qarlu captives alive, except for a comatose corn Philo, everyone else was like sheep under the urging of Lao Luo's soldiers, and began to dig pits, of course, when digging they were also frightened, in addition to dragging the captives to death with horses, digging pits and burying them alive was also a means of punishment.

Except for the warriors who guarded the captives, the rest of the people went to sort out the spoils of war, needless to say, all the ore, grain, horses, and camels in the hands of the Qarluqs became the property of Lao Luo. These warriors who were originally gladiators did not have the habit of messing around, and the people who were originally in the position of gladiators actually knew the value of life better than anyone else, not only did Lao Luo give them the current treatment, but Lao Luo's combat power was also a decisive factor. If these warriors were still grateful to Lao Luo as the master, then now the most grateful thing in their hearts is awe.

Corn Philo was woken up by ice and snow, the first thing he did after waking up was to kneel in front of Lao Luo, the biggest feeling in his heart now was fear, because he felt that the tall man in black armor in front of him was more fierce than the strongest wolf on the grassland, stronger than the brown bear in the legendary mountain forest, in addition to being sure that the other party was not a bandit, he couldn't guess who the other party was, so he could only shrink on the ground and carefully look for his own glimmer of life, "My lord......"

Lao Luo sat on a large stone covered with bearskin, staring at the brown-haired Qarluq man in front of him, he was not uncomfortable with accepting the kneeling salute, and later generations encountered such things in Africa, "Look up, Corn Philo, look at me, do you know who I am?" ”

Corn Philo deliberately pretended to look up timidly, and then quickly bowed his head and replied, "My lord, I don't know. ”

Lao Luo pointed to his face, regardless of whether the other party saw it or not, "Corn Philo, I am a Tang Dynasty, a Han Chinese, or according to the name of the Romans, I am a Seris, understand?" ”

Corn Philo's head was coaxed into a pot of porridge, the Tang people, the fierce Tang people have long since become the cowardly Song people, in the earlier legends of the Qarlu people, the Tang people used the entire grassland as a pasture, a few days ago when he chatted with Mu Niqi, he also remembered the past things that the clansmen said, what is going on with this Tang people now? Is it the re-emerging tribes of the eastern steppes that have begun their westward crusade? Or is it ......

Lao Luo didn't care about the other party's reaction, and then said: "Corn Philo, I just returned from afar, and I learned that the Qarluq people were actually the betrayers of the Heng Rus War, so I can't see it, you are blocking my way back to the East." Do you understand? ”

Corn Philo turned over the river and the sea in his mind, and he couldn't help but complain when he heard this, originally this errand was to assassinate the department, but he tried his best to ask for such an errand, and it was okay when he came, but he met such a bad star on the way back, his own tribe had betrayed the Tang people, what benefit did he want to fall at this time? But his life is in the hands of others, so he has to bow his head, he has to think about his own life, "My lord, the leader who betrayed the Tang Dynasty back then was a assassin, and he has already died, and it has been two hundred years, and it has nothing to do with us." I'm stepping on the strength department, wronged......"

"Wronged?" Lao Luo's cold face squeezed out such a word, even if later generations still pay attention to a father and son succession, not to mention such a chaotic era, he Lao Luo was born in the military, and he has always believed that there is truth under the fist, "Back then, you Ge Lulu people sneak attacked on the battlefield The Tang Dynasty people were wronged?" Have you been wronged by the people you have taken captively and killed from the East all these years? Now you cry out to me because you are on your knees, and I am sitting here? ”

Corn Philo was speechless, because he found that he couldn't make sense at all, after the Heng Rus War, although there were no large-scale battles, but the Qarluqs did not participate in the Abbasid ranks to squeeze out the local Tang people, and also did not encourage the steppe tribes to encroach eastward, and there were not a few Han caravans that were plundered by the Qarluqs over the years.

After Lao Luo's words came out, he found that this is indeed the truth, maybe the Han people at this time have nothing to do with themselves, and as a result, they are getting more and more angry. Annoyed Lao Luo stared at the corn Philo who was kneeling on the ground and gritted his teeth and said, "Give you and your people two choices, or all of them become my slaves, or they all die!" ”

As for whether there are still any people left who promised to look for Geshubu, he Lao Luo doesn't believe that he can't find a trace in Central Asia, and it's a big deal to destroy one tribe if he sees one, and see if he can find anyone. At present, these Qarluq people don't know what to do, so they can simply kill them all, this is not a boast or arrogant statement, according to Lao Luo's combat strength, avoid the siege of the brigade, and there is no concern about supplies, one person can also bite a tribe in the wasteland.

Under the pressure of Lao Luo's momentum, Su Mi Philo has no room to think, he is a smart man, because of this, he has no hot blood impulse, because he doesn't know whether his head is still there the next moment when he says the wrong thing, so he can only kneel on the ground and say with all his strength: "I surrender." ”