Lao Luo, who turned around and attacked again, felt that these Ghaznavids might be able to be regarded as elite soldiers of this era, no matter what their combat strength was, they were suddenly trampled by war horses in their sleep, and then pierced and chiseled by unknown enemies, and now they have lost more than one-third of the battle, and they have not collapsed, which can be said to be full of resilience.

Looking at the loose formation that was beginning to organize a counterattack, Lao Luo sighed in his heart, no way, who called you my enemy.

It's not that Lao Luo is hypocritical, it's just that he feels that he is a little invincible, and the gap between the two parties is too big according to the actual situation.

Of course, it's impossible to show mercy to your subordinates, and the next charge is not a matter for the endurance Hercules horse at all. In this era, cavalry had a decisive advantage over infantry, and although the archers who had gone to the capital this time were waiting for the remnants of the enemy on the periphery, the cavalry of more than 1,000 men became more flexible in turning and maintaining formation, so the Ghaznavids, who had been reassembled, were quickly crushed again.

To tell the truth, Lao Luo's own cold weapon combat skills are really not necessarily comparable to these soldiers who stay on horseback all year round, after all, most of the things he played as an assault in later generations were short weapons or bare hands, and professional long weapon skills could not be achieved quickly in just one and a half years. The reason why it can act as the sharp edge of the team is completely by virtue of extraordinary strength and speed, of course, the weight of the weapon is also an advantage, to put it bluntly, it is to overwhelm people with force. Of course, this method is only suitable for a guy with a mutated physique like Lao Luo.

In addition, at the same time, Lao Luo's mount is also a big advantage, it is not without horses that can carry hundreds of pounds, but it is rare to be able to carry hundreds of pounds and support a few hours of fighting. Lao Luo's weight is 200 catties, plus more than 100 catties of armor and long knives, and the horses themselves have to wear horse armor, which is really not something that ordinary war horses can bear.

The guys who can become elite soldiers naturally have the skills to save their lives, many veterans saved their lives when Lao Luo first rushed into battle, but they lost their biggest advantage - mounts, so the guys who have been riding on horseback all the year round have become lame unlucky ghosts, and when they face Lao Luo again and lead the men and horses to kill, there is no chance to use their companions as a cover, the huge casualties make everyone downcast, blood and broken corpses shocked the courage of all the Ghaznavids, I don't know who took the lead and shouted, Then all the Ghaznavids lost the courage to resist and began to flee desperately in all directions in the night.

"Divide the formation! One team per song! Don't go beyond 500 steps to the camp, all of them will be killed! Lao Luo listened beside the Ghaznavid's baggage cart, and commanded all his men.

"Whoa!" Without any superfluous answers, the whole group began to scatter in all directions, led by the leader of each song, chasing after the fleeing enemy.

This kind of thing does not need to be assigned tasks separately at all, although the cavalry school has not been established for a long time since it was established now, but the classified pursuit training has never been interrupted, although the internal commanders are not convinced by each other, but the tacit understanding of this kind of battle has also become extremely skilled because of competition.

The cavalry knights who attacked from all directions began to form a team to chase after all the Ghaznavids who tried to flee for their lives, because the horses had already run away from the camp, and two legs could not outrun four legs after all, and a large number of Ghaznavid soldiers who were bent on running were killed, and even the guys who mustered up enough courage to turn around with spears and fight desperately could not stop the cavalry in full armor.

Lao Luo did not continue to participate in the fight of the soldiers, but just stuck the long knife on the ground, took out the iron tire bow that had been remodified and perfected in Sylvan, and began to shoot arrows in the direction of the crowd around him, he used iron arrows, far from the kind of wooden poles and iron arrows used by ordinary soldiers, with a powerful iron tire bow, the power of this thing is by no means weaker than rifle bullets, and it can even shoot through enemies wearing armor.

It was enough to have a few soldiers by his side, and Naga and Gonzas were driven to kill by Lao Luo—which was also what the two fellows liked. Gonzas's nickname in the team is now called White Bear, and Naga has also been nicknamed Black Bear, this guy doesn't know why he doesn't look like an emaciated Maasai at all, but he is very much like the basketball stars of the United States in later generations, but Naga is much more ferocious than the so-called basketball star, a wolf's tooth hammer is wielded by him like a windmill, and the sound of "bangbang" can always be heard everywhere he goes, and then blood splashes everywhere.

Abdu. Massoud lay on his back on the bloodstained grass, staring wide-eyed at the hazy moon that was beginning to turn west, and could no longer return to the sky - all the soldiers around him had been killed, he had been disemboweled in the stomach, his broken internal organs flowed out uncontrollably, and his arms could no longer be lifted.

It was beginning to get lighter, but perhaps because of the proximity to the water, there was some fog in the early morning, and the war finally came to an end. Except for a few or five men who looked differently dressed and were captured, most of the rest of the Ghaznavid warriors were reduced to corpses on the ground, some were waiting by the river, and perhaps some of the enemy escaped in the night and morning fog, but there were definitely very few of them.

Disembarking from their horses, most of the warriors were so tired that they sat down on the ground, some even on the corpses of the enemy, oblivious to the blood and mess everywhere.

"Alki, tell Alker to interrogate the captives, and then get Gonzas." Lao Luo looked at the sky and ordered directly.

This is not a place to rest. Although there was a great victory, there were still many enemies, and the current state of the warriors was not suitable for the next battle, whether it was the return of the Ghaznavid advance after receiving the message, or the arrival of the enemy's follow-up troops, it was beyond the strength of his more than 2,000 tired soldiers.

After a while, the blood-stained Gonzhas staggered through the corpses all over the place, "General, are you looking for me?" ”

"That's right, you're not hurt, are you?" Lao Luo looked at Gonzas's appearance and asked with some confusion.

"I got a knife in the leg, and I might have hurt my back a little, but it's not a big problem." Gonzhas replied with a nonchalant expression.

Lao Luo noticed that Gonzhas had a bandage tied to his left leg, but because there was too much blood on his body, there was no trace of the white bandage at all, but looking at the other party's face, it shouldn't be a big problem, "We can't stay here for too long, it's not time to rest, then you are responsible for arranging the follow-up and ordering everyone to get busy!" ”

It's not that Lao Luo is unkind, but Gonzhas must be a one-sided general in the future, and how to deal with these trivial matters in the aftermath of the war must be cultivated from now on.

"Yes, Lord!" Gonzas's somewhat wilted expression suddenly dissipated, and he answered Lao Luo with a cheering heart, turned around and went to work.

Fortunately, this was not the first time that the soldiers of the cavalry academy had seen blood, although this time there may have been more blood, and soon the soldiers who were spread on the ground all got up, gathered the wounded, sorted the trophies, gathered the horses, and prepared breakfast...... All found their own thing. This kind of thing is not the first time to experience, it is common to get injured or something at the earliest time in the training camp, but this time it is after the real war, with the military order, it is not difficult for everyone to find their own state.

Of course, Lao Luo also had his own affairs, and the Gyaznavids used nearly 300 carts for supplies, including grain, grass, weapons, arrows, and armor...... They only had time to consume a little grain and grass, and they did not lose anything at all. There was no need to sort out these things, Lao Luo directly waved his hand and gathered all of them into the space along with the cart - although there was no shortage of these supplies in his space, but considering that he might have to stay in Central Asia in the next half year, he couldn't help but collect all the loot.

Thrift is a virtue, and this kind of thing is the greatest advantage of the oriental race.

The vanity of the Ghaznavid chariot did not arouse the slightest curiosity among the warriors, who were already surprised by the magic of their own general, and what could be more inconceivable than two thousand men defeating an enemy nearly ten times their own size.

Standing by the river, taking off the armor on his body and taking off the many arrows attached to it, and then cleaning it slightly, Lao Luo found that his body and face were full of blood, and even inexplicable white paste, he didn't have the heart to investigate the origin of these inexplicable things, it must be something that affects his appetite.

Although he has seen a lot of killing, it is the first time in this era that he has made such a mess. Later wars were mostly fought at medium and long distances, and even if there were killings, they were rarely covered in blood.

Lao Luo sighed to himself, this can be regarded as an era of complete integration into cold weapons.

Abdu. The army led by Massoud can indeed be called the elite soldiers of this era, but they were negligent at the beginning and were taken the lead by Lao Luo, first trampled by their own horses, and then followed by the successive charges of the heavy cavalry, and had to use the cavalry as infantry It was just a dying struggle, and finally they were beaten by their own continuous tricks and could not turn over, and he could only blame himself for his own negligence.

What's next? Catch up with the vanguard of the Ghaznavids? Or cross the river to face the tribal cavalry of forty or fifty thousand men?

No one could help Lao Luo with ideas, so he had to sort out his personal chores while thinking about how to face the next enemy.