Under the westerly daylight, Lao Luo led a team of more than 400 people into the city of Herat. With the gorgeous outfit on his body, the dust that seemed to be after a long journey, and the disguise of those vehicles, the crowd was not suspicious at all.

Obviously, there are 60,000 tribal warriors not far outside the city, and there are more than 10,000 city defenders in the city, no one believes that anyone will be able to break through such a military city, so the city management here is very extensive, even if there was a bad battle in the Hari River just a few days ago, it has not been able to change this rough management model, at least in the eyes of Lao Luo.

Entering from the West City Gate, Lao Luo followed the habit of the Arabs but has been looking for a large hotel that can accommodate hundreds of people near the exit of the East City, and the disguise work is over to the end, and some social matters are completely handed over to Alke to complete, Lao Luo successfully played the role of a proud and arrogant Arab businessman.

After entering the city, the scouts under Alke went out, and when they arrived at the single courtyard where there were no outsiders, Lao Luo began to give different orders to cooperate with the various tasks of the scouts—to investigate the situation of Han slaves everywhere, to investigate the location of various granaries in the city, and to search and integrate all the information and materials of the wealthy merchants...... All preparations for the battle must begin immediately, and after the sun sets, all nodes will be in motion.

The core requirement of this battle is to be fast and ruthless, it doesn't matter if there are omissions, the most important thing is to save yourself. It's complicated to say, but this is the most common mode of Lao Luo's battles in later generations - fast-in, fast-out raid battles, but the missions are carried out by the cold-weapon warriors he trained in this era.

In the eyes of Lao Luo, the city of Herat is a mixed-race city with mixed styles, covering an area of only about three or five square kilometers, and it is said to be a mixed-race city because the style of the building is very messy, in addition to large and small minarets There are several mosques, the Iranian style of the square arc arch, the Arabic style of the onion dome, and even some Byzantine style chamber buildings, as well as the oriental style eaves buildings.

With the exception of a few main roads estimated to be nearly 20 meters wide, most of the city's streets can only accommodate two horse-drawn carriages.

The surrounding city wall is more than ten meters high, you can see the traces of construction in different periods, different from the Byzantine kind of staggered fortress wall, but the oriental style of the square city, because the cost of wood construction here in Herat is too high, so the watchtower and arrow tower on the city wall are made of stone and sand and mud - neither the western kind of stone building, nor the eastern wooden building.

Lao Luo's men changed their costumes and scattered around the city.

No one noticed them, because the faces of the Tang people were of mixed race, which was not uncommon in this land, and the former gladiators with European faces were not noticed, because there was no shortage of merchants from the West in the city.

As the tentacles of his subordinates extended, pieces of information were delivered to Lao Luo's hands for aggregation - this was not difficult, intelligence analysis and screening was part of Lao Luo's former profession.

Outside the city of Herat, there is no conclusion among the leaders of the six battalions for dominance, their soldiers have nothing to do because they can't determine the time of sending troops, and there are countless traders around these soldiers near the mixed barracks, selling weapons and armor female slaves, as well as those who want to buy booty from the soldiers at a low price, and those who open taverns on the edge of the camp (Green Religion prohibition), the presence of these people greatly prevents the infiltration of Lao Luo's subordinates.

Dou Zucheng had a black scarf wrapped around his head, wearing an Iranian-style robe on his body, dressed as a typical small businessman, muttered a few words to the guy in the scout camp next to him, and then beckoned his subordinate chief, "Six legs, you take your men into the Salar camp when it is almost dark, and sprinkle croton water on the forage for their war horses...... Can you do it? ”

"Qu Chang, you look down on people! It's hard to stop us with this little thing! "The six legs are thin and thin, and he looks like a bamboo pole, if he doesn't have good strength, he won't be able to enter the cavalry academy at all. His expression was a little strange at this moment, "But, Qu Chang, do you need to add some food to the soldiers of Salar?" ”

"You look at it, go into the camp over there in the evening, and it's up to you where to take the medicine, but it's okay, you don't have to do anything else, the key is to bring out a lot of our brothers!" Dou Zucheng's temper is like his grandfather, and the dog's temper is not internal to the outside.

"Understood! Surely it will be the Lord's request! But Qu Chang, I did the drugged work, did it ignite? "The six-legged head bowed and the waist looked not at all like the inferior people who were begging for help along the street when they usually rushed to kill on horseback.

"Fuck off, someone has done the fire, the Salar have arranged the stables in the innermost part of the camp, and you can run fast on six legs before giving this to you, or will you pick it up outside like me?" Dou Zucheng has something to do next, of course he can't entangle with this poor-mouthed guy.

"Don't ...... Qu Chang, I'll go, I'll go! Six legs didn't dare to talk nonsense, and walked away with a frustrated look of unsuccessful bargaining.

Three or five miles away, an Iranian secretly opened a tavern on the roadside of the field camp, and in a large tent that could accommodate a hundred people, the red-haired Fromm and his two men were wrestling with the idle soldiers of the Abuli camp. Fromm and one of the Abri pawns were both dressed half-shirtless, their two thick arms jogging on the table, and the onlookers roared loudly for fear of the world.

"Fool Kuller, a brute with a pulp in his head!" A shrill voice rang out from inside the tavern.

Kuler is the Abu soldier who wrestled with Fromm, and when the two were fighting, they suddenly heard such a voice, this kind of game must have been disturbed, Cooler was distracted, and Fromm won.

"This doesn't count, someone is bothering!" Kuller certainly didn't throw in the towel, but he didn't have any misunderstanding of Fromm's red hair, the Turkic lineage was already complicated, and it was not unusual for one or two guys with different hair to pop up once in a while.

"How can a fist fall to the ground not count? Whoever bothers you, find him to pay the bills! "Fromm is a no-holder, his purpose is to stir up trouble, and of course you can't miss the opportunity when it comes.

"Cheng, wait, I'll find someone to pay the bill! Come back in a moment! Kueller said, and turned around to find the person who was shouting just now, "Who ate cow dung just now?" ”

The guy who was scolded for eating cow dung naturally stopped doing it, and shouted at the throat of a male duck, "A fool is a fool, just raise his head and bite like a hungry wolf!" ”

"Is that you? Damn Hakmu Mad Dog! Tatasim! You little guy who pretends all day! Wild dogs who stir up trouble everywhere! Lose money! The furious Kuler opened his mouth naturally without good words, and the momentum of his blood showed that his thick figure was even more oppressive.

The Abuli people of Kule, who had been watching from the sidelines, also shouted together.

Since the male duck Tatasim dared to take the initiative to provoke, he was naturally not without support, and the warriors of the Hakmu tribe who entered the tent with him would only help his own people.

For a while, words such as "mad dogs, cow dung, and scoundrel ......" were endless.

The words "hit someone" spat out, I don't know who opened the head, and in an instant, fists flew, and all the tables, chairs, bronze tableware, and wooden cups began to leave their original positions, and there was a "bang" sound everywhere......

The sheepskin tent was knocked open in a few large holes in a short time, and the poor Iranian who opened the tavern had already quietly avoided it, and the red-haired Fromm naturally smeared the soles of his feet with oil, and a group of people who were idle and bored to watch the excitement came over.

Nosebleeds and saliva splattered, teeth and hair flying. With a scream, a puddle of blood burst out from nowhere, shouts such as "kill the ......" and "kill him ......", the fist frame escalated again, and the blood dripped from the mountains to the mountains like a blooming azalea.

Only one of the sun is still hanging in the sky, but the color of blood is not only this place, the contradiction between the Abuli tribe and the Hakmu tribe has been a long time, and the blood flowers are blooming everywhere.

Yang Jing also acted alone, his approach was different from Dou Zucheng and Fromm, this chicken thief guy liked traps when he was a hunter, and now he used his own song to set a simple chain of traps.

The contradictions between the two tribes of Selim and Lucknu can be regarded as deep as the sea, but the Ghaznavids have bluntly turned the two families that once had a blood feud into neighbors, in order to contain and rule. Because of the pressure from the Ghaznavids, the two families did not dare to tear their faces and fight, and the leaders of the two departments could only use intrigues and tricks to calculate each other, and Yang Jing saw such an opportunity.

As long as one of the leaders of the two tribes that have temporarily suppressed their hatred is calculated and planted on the other, then the next two tribes who discover the "truth" will burn quickly like cooking oil. Yang Jing took his people to be the easiest matchmaker, and tied the two tribes with the lasso in his hand.

Northeast of the city of Herat, the Hari River flows from east to west, on an inconspicuous gentle slope, two or three hundred meters wide, and Goshua is building a bridge across the river with his own meander.

The depth of this section of the water is no more than a meter, but it is not suitable for the rapid passage of horses and camels - this is nothing for Lao Luo and others who were evacuated from the city of Herat, but it is very likely to be a problem for the Han slaves rescued from the city. Therefore, according to Lao Luo's design, a simple wooden plank bridge needs to be seen here, but in order to avoid being noticed by those who care, the bridge will be hidden at the depth of half a calf below the water surface, yes, it is a water bridge.

Goshua set the size, stood in the water that was almost chest-deep, and shouted, "Hurry up, the stake will be moved immediately, there are still thirty steps left, we are done, and we can follow the captain to kill those Turks at night." ”

"Qu Chang, you take a break, I'll smash the stake!" There were a hundred people under Goshua's men, at least more than thirty of them were strong men over 1.8 meters, and a guy with a sledgehammer waded over with easy steps and shouted.

"That's right, Qu Chang, don't worry, this bit of work will be done soon, you still have to find someone to help catch some fish, and you can make soup for the generals and them at night." Most of the guys in the cavalry school are in the Tang camp, and it is really difficult for a little craftsman to work, and each of them is very easy.

Some people say that if the cards are good in the casino, you can kill all sides, and it seems that the same is true on the battlefield.