This kind of battle can't be called sudden at all, at least Lao Luo had such psychological preparations half a month ago.

Lao Luo, who was lying on the trunk of the tree and staring at the trade route with a telescope, did not move at all, although the desire to kill in his heart was rising layer by layer, he was always coldly watching the warriors who performed the iron blood and yellow sand.

It's not that Lao Luo is cold-blooded, but he doesn't need to do anything now, the scouts who fled back undoubtedly found something, so they were chased and killed, although there are many pursuers, but the scouts taught by Lao Luo are not given in vain, twisting the body or controlling the horse to change the line to avoid the arrows This skill is the combat skill taught by Lao Luo, not to mention the scouts hidden in the grass on the left and right, there is no need for only 30 or so pursuers to turn the sky over.

That's just a dozen wolves being hunted.

Hundreds of meters away is the two hundred soldiers who were ordered to run around on the trade road to paint, and it is strange to see that there is a robe being chased and killed and not to be rescued, although the two Qu soldiers sent out are only performing battlefield chores, but they are not real handymen, and it is their duty to cut people with knives.

There is never a fixed relationship between the prey and the hunter, and if there is a slight difference, the roles will be reversed.

Now Lao Luo, a stranger in time and space, is also constantly changing.

With the evolution of time, Lao Luo's physical changes through spatial evolution have begun to stabilize, his weight has remained one hundred kilograms, his height has not changed much, and the growth of strength is also slowing down, but the overall lifting force of nearly eight hundred kilograms or more, plus the skill of wielding a bamboo pole with a heavy knife of nearly eighty kilograms, these data have greatly exceeded the so-called human body limit in later generations.

And with the physical strength, as well as the gradual adaptation to this era, as well as Lao Luo's continuous thinking about the future development, he found that he would gradually break away from the front-line battlefield, from a warrior to a general to the regional lord in his heart, the more people he led, the farther away from the enemy who needed to fight flesh and blood.

Maybe Lao Luo can become the guide or leader of the group, but it does not mean that he can take care of everyone like a wet nurse, he is a cold-blooded warrior, not a merciful virgin, and all the people who return to the east and even enter this group in the future are not babies waiting to be fed.

After all, the growth of a group still depends on the efforts of everyone, and it is by no means a job that can be done by one person, although now Lao Luo has begun to gradually establish the authority of the same in this group.

Lao Luo watched the whole small battle from the telescope lens without moving, starting from the hunted pursuers falling off their horses, to they were all driven off their horses, and then a large group of warriors wearing various black and yellow armor surrounded the past, the flickering knife light and splashed blood in the middle, as well as the yellow sand that flew up, and finally the dust settled, the trophies were put away, the dead bodies were dragged away, the blood stains on the road were covered, and then the cavalry on the mission began to run on horseback, and ran again a little later...... It was as if nothing had ever happened on that small piece of ground.

"General, Alke is back with a few scouts, and Cui Shibalang." Alki, who was standing guard under the tree, shouted in a low voice.

Cui Shibalang? This kid hasn't seen himself since he ran to the Scout Team Ark's side, and he hasn't seen much of it closely. Lao Luo muttered and put away the binoculars in his hand, grabbed the branch and slipped down along the trunk of the tree until it was still three or four meters from the ground, and jumped down directly, "Where are the people?" Send for Gonzas to come too. ”

Lao Luo's own place is not the core of the camp, but the terrain is slightly higher, it is a small plateau in this Tibetan military area, surrounded by various trees of different heights, there are also no tents, and there are many large stones under the trees, several of which are covered with brown and yellow blankets that can be used as seats.

In a few moments, Gonzhas rode from a distance, followed by the dusty Alker who hurried from the trade route all the way here, and behind him the three scouts dressed as Turks who had appeared in the old Luo telescope...... Among them is Choi Shiba-lang.

"Third uncle, I miss you all the time." As soon as Cui Shibalang, who still had something hanging on his left arm, appeared in front of Lao Luo, he began to pinch a half-sand voice and shouted, Oh, there are still some grinning teeth.

The boy who had been following him from Mombasa had long since lost his immaturity, and even wore an inch-long beard on his baby's face, and wore dirty Turkic robes, on which there were many brown patches of suspected blood.

"What's the deal with the injury on my arm?" Lao Luo noticed his hanging arm for the first time.

"I was bitten by an arrow from a soil dog, it's not a big deal, third uncle, don't worry." Cui Shibalang said to Lao Luo with a big grin.

"Shut up, you are not allowed to call the third uncle in the barracks, call the general!" Lao Luo pinched the other party's sling and looked at it, there was no blood, there should be no big problem on the surface, and then he directly taught this kid a lesson.

In the entire team, Cui Shibalang is the only young boy who can behave unrestrained in front of Lao Luo.

"Third Uncle, you forced me to be called Third Uncle in Mombasa, and now I'm used to it......" Cui Shibalang was still a little hanging, until he saw that Lao Luo's eyes were a little wrong, "Okay, okay, general!" ”

This kid who dared to smile at the shopkeeper when he was helping out in the Persian blacksmith shop with his grandfather at home was actually just pretending to be calm in front of Lao Luo, but he knew how heavy the slap of this recognized uncle was.

Lao Luo didn't bother to pay attention to this laipi boy, and directly turned his gaze to Alker and Gonzhas and the other two scout warriors, and looked around, "Everyone can find a place to sit down at will, there is nothing to pay attention to during the war." ”

After saying that, Lao Luo took the lead in finding a stone and sat down so relaxed, this kind of action seemed incredible in this era, even in a few hundred years. In fact, the cavalry march was not in the style of this era, which was a time when even steppe tribes such as the Turks, generals or military chiefs were strictly different from ordinary soldiers during war.

When the Roman generals went on a campaign, they could even put a portrait of their family in their tent - this thing was carried with the army, and the same was true for the war in the East, and the commander and the supervisor of the army, if they did not have an independent big tent, could refuse to go to the war, because they would be looked down upon by their colleagues.

Seeing that several people had found a place to sit down, Lao Luo said: "Alke, summarize the movements of the enemy, I need accurate information." ”

"The home team of the Ghaznavids is less than fifty miles away from us, and they have sent a forward force of three thousand men, which has reached more than ten miles on the other side of the river, and they have killed more than thirty pursuers after crossing the river just now......" Alk was indeed summing up, and said very briefly.

"Well, I saw the chasers, and it was a few of you who were chased, right?" Lao Luo didn't care about the fate of those pursuers, in fact, those pursuers had nothing to pay attention to, and when he saw a few people nodding, he then asked, "Do you have many scouts who have contact with the enemy?" Did they figure out who you were? ”

"They don't even know who we are, and they are in Herat these days, and there is no one to control us at all. The pursuers just now were the forward scouts of the Turkmens, and those guys treated us like merchants, and wanted to steal money and our horses. "It's Cui Shibalang who speaks, this kid has been guarding Herat because he wants to train himself and avoid Lao Luo's reprimand.

"Didn't you say that the army stationed in Herat was the best of the Ghaznavids? Why is military discipline so bad? Lao Luo's concept of elite soldiers should be the kind of discipline that is forbidden by orders, and at this moment he felt that everything was a little ridiculous.

"General, the military discipline of the Turkmen has always been very poor, they are the robbers of the steppe. The best soldiers are actually those who are strong and skilled in scimitars, spears, or bows and arrows, like the wolves with the sharpest teeth in the pack. "It was a Georgian recruited by Ark in Sylvan named Valek, who was born as an Orion, and had a very good bow technique.

"Uh," Lao Luo was a little stunned, only to realize that he had really made a cognitive mistake. "Well, it seems that there is a slight error, I took them for the army of the Romans."

It was only then that he remembered that the Turks did not have the ancient civilization inheritance to which they belonged, to put it bluntly, the Turks were the mixed blood of the East Asian ethnic groups and the Central Asian Cypriots and the subordinates of Alexander the Great's Eastern Crusade plus some Semitic people, and they were nomadic tribes who grew up fighting with wolves on the steppe, otherwise how could they respect the Iranian political system so much, and later the Turks invaded the peninsula of Asia Minor and even broke through Constantinople, That was six hundred years later, after absorbing the Iranian and Arab regimes.

"It seems that we all think of them as Romans......" interjected Gonzas, and as he said this, it was evident that his large bearded face was relieved. It is indeed able to breathe a sigh of relief, if it is the 18,000 regular elites of the Romans, Lao Luo will never dare to take the initiative to attack with only a cavalry school of less than 2,000 people, even if it is a sneak attack. Planning to attack with a cavalry school, Lao Luo had already lowered the evaluation of the Turkic army according to the standard of the Roman army in Constantinople, and even estimated the strategic consequences of the half-loss of the cavalry school.

No one thought that an army that could be regarded as a kingdom, and it could be called elite, would have such poor military discipline.

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