The time of the attack on the Qarluqs was chosen by Lao Luo at dawn.

The moment the morning star rises, it is actually the deepest time for human sleep, and after a night of calm, the sentinel's vigilance is also the most relaxed.

The first to attack was Lao Luo and ten archers, all of whom were selected good hands, and they didn't dare to say that they could hit every shot, at least in the light of dawn, the enemy within a hundred and ten meters could not escape the feathered arrows in their hands.

The camp of the Qarluq people is not suitable for raids, and Lao Luo's dozens of people are too few, so the first choice is to kill the sentry with a bow and arrow, his bow and arrow have a pull force of six hundred catties, and the power of an ordinary rifle is not inferior to that of an ordinary rifle within two hundred meters, hidden behind the hazy trees and stones, Lao Luo's bow and arrow shot directly and silently through the sentry's neck a hundred meters away.

"Advance, take the heights, keep quiet, and kill all enemies who stand." Waving his hand at his subordinates, Lao Luo's words were low and short.

According to the plan of the night, the archers began to disperse to their respective positions without saying a word, their footsteps were slight, and the bloated leather jackets on their bodies did not affect the agility of their movements at all, perhaps they could not do the standard tactical movements of later generations of special sergeants, but they were completely suitable for the characteristics of each person, and they were not inferior in terms of efficiency.

Lao Luo took a look at the sword and shield warriors around him, and found that everyone's expressions were very calm, and there was no superfluous emotions such as fear or excitement at all, at this moment, Lao Luo suddenly had a realization, maybe the chaotic psychology of these people had been worn out as early as when they became gladiators, and they were not as afraid of life and death as their peers in later generations.

Seeing that the archers had begun to take their positions and quietly nod the Qarluq sentinels, Lao Luo waved his hand and motioned to the sword and shield men beside him, "Slow down and kill the people in the tent according to the assigned goal." ”

Ten sword and shield men silently began to pounce on the silent tent, the people inside were still asleep in the dawn of sleep, and the other five sword and shield men rushed to the horses and camel caravans in cooperation, Lao Luo did not plan to take in a large number of prisoners, because these people would not become his subordinates anyway, at least not for now, but would add countless troubles to the hundreds.

By the way, these sword and shield men are currently holding small round shields, which are almost half a meter in diameter of cowhide hardwood with iron covering, which is a first-class parry weapon when it comes to hand-to-hand combat, and as for the heavy iris shield, it is against bows and arrows and cavalry charges.

Lao Luo put away the iron tire bow, and instantly took out the long knife of Ran Yu, who had not shown up for a long time, and had not charged and killed for a long time, let these people under him see the power of this long knife today, otherwise these gladiator-born warriors would only be grateful and not afraid, which is not a good thing.

Bypassing the traps outside the camp at the bottom of the slope and the ridges on the ground, when rushing up the dirt slope, Lao Luo first noticed many corpses lying on the ground, or dying people who were still struggling silently, a faint dark red liquid flowing out of the cracks of several tents frequented by sword and shield hands, and a few blood-colored footprints at the entrance of the tent.

The most striking thing is the sword and shield bearers who enter and exit the various tents, they are almost covered in blood, except for the arms holding the shields that look relatively clean, their faces and plackets are mottled with blood, and then there are the archers who stand with bows or shoot arrows, the expressions on their faces are full of slaughter, most of the hoods they usually wear have been removed, their faces are sweat stains and flushes, and their messy hair is flying in the night wind.

It is not an easy task for forty people to surround more than three hundred people, even if the enemy is not a professional soldier, even if they are still asleep, the killing knife is very sharp, and the soldier is very alert, but there will always be some dying noise, and the sound of the dead knocking down the utensils when they are struggling, and the smell of blood that pervades the air is always difficult to eliminate.

As a tribe that survives on the grasslands, the Qarluqs naturally have their strengths, and their sensitivity to blood is one of them, and soon a loud roar came from the tents that no one patronized, "What about the night watchman?" Someone attacked the camp! ”

The shouter was loud, in Turkic, and shrewd, and did not rush out of the tent.

However, his voice alarmed the rest of the people in the tent, and in an instant, more than a dozen tents that were not patronized by the sword and shield hands began to move, "Who's calling?" Delay Lao Tzu's sleep. Or something else, "Someone, bring me my knife." "And so on.

There were also those who were a little more perceptive, silently unveiling the curtain of the tent and peering out through the cracks, only to be spotted in an instant by the archers who were staring from above, and then were shot in the face by arrows, and continued to fall silently, or with a scream, causing even more noise.

The enemy has woken up, and the sword and shield soldiers will no longer enter the tent alone to fight, but cooperate in pairs, anyway, the enemy in the tent can't take out a spear to deal with it, and the two well-coordinated sword and shield hands are enough to deal with the few enemies in close quarters.

Lao Luo did not fight with the soldiers, but directly aimed at the tent in the depths of the camp, he did not rush into the tent, but saw the appearance of the narrow tent of the Qarluq people from a distance, and he could see the movements of the people inside by experience, and then directly swept the outside with a long knife, and then heard the movement of the ghost crying wolf inside, as well as the blood spilling down the cracks of the torn tent, of course, there was also an inexplicable pickled smell, it is estimated that it directly cut off the people's viscera and the like.

After that, there is no need for Lao Luo to care about the affairs of this tent, and the people who are still alive inside are either frightened or rush out of it, which is the target of the archers.

Lao Luo is not worried about someone sneaking up, as a professional warrior, even if someone looks at him for a while, he will be aware of it, not to mention that now he has the assistance of spiritual power, a radius of several hundred meters, all of which are his perception areas.

The archers on the edge of the camp saw Lao Luo, dressed in black armor, holding a huge long knife that had never been seen before, rushing left and right, waving between the tents, leaving behind a blood-leaking tattered tent, loud screams and low **, and the disheveled guys who shrunk and fled, they didn't even have weapons in their hands, of course, the archers didn't have mercy, for them, the order of the black figure in the middle of the camp was the most important, What's more, the scene in front of them is just an ordinary little thing, and each of them has experienced it a lot.

In this era, only the strong can stand up straight, and the cowardly only deserve to bow their heads.

Of course, the Qarluqs were not all unwary bales or unwise men, at least not Corn Philo and Shorty Munich.

In the first half of the night, the two of them were so worried that they slept very late, and when they suddenly heard someone shouting for guards, they both immediately turned over and woke up. However, knowing that he was not in the fight, Munich shrunk and ran behind his tent, ready to go to the horses to find a way to escape and ask for help.

Corn Philo rolled over and fell to the ground with a scimitar in his hand, did not get up and get out of the tent, but put his ear to the ground and listen to the movements around him, which is a skill that the steppe people have practiced since childhood, and there is still a distance to distinguish the number of enemies from the vibration of the ground.

It's a pity that Su Mi Philo woke up too late, Lao Luo's speed is very fast, he has the mental power to cheat, he can distinguish all the movements inside and outside the camp, in less than five minutes, his long knife is invincible, even the archer has no time to greet the guy, but also Lao Luo directly cut down, no one can be his enemy.

However, there are many enemies, this field is no longer suitable for attacking with bows and arrows, and the sword and shield men will face the danger of being ambushed by the people inside the tent if they break into the tent again, Lao Luo shouted: "Sword and shield man, pull open the tent, pay attention to cooperation, and the archers are free to choose the target." ”

The situation changed suddenly, and all the bloodied sword and shield bearers stopped, one pulled down the tent from a distance, and the other rushed forward with a shield and a sword, and the archer's arrows would shoot the moment the tent was pulled down.

The people who were still hiding in the tents couldn't hold it anymore and rushed out, shouting gibberish slogans, some shouting "Allah is above", some shouting "Tengger bless", and Corn Philo also took this opportunity to rush out.

Of all the people who raided the camp, Lao Luo's armor was the most different, so the number of people who rushed towards him was also the most.

Lao Luo is the least afraid of this kind of group battle, not to mention that there is a long knife in his hand, a knife weighing seventy or eighty pounds does not need to be wielded vigorously, just by virtue of kicking the leg and waist force to rotate sideways, you can easily cut off the enemy's body along with the weapon, all the people who rushed to Lao Luo were either split obliquely from the shoulders to the waist and hips, or the blade of the knife was cut through the intestines when it turned around and picked up obliquely from the bottom to the top.

Touching and dying is touched, this sentence is really not an exaggeration, Lao Luo's battle is definitely different from the street gangsters in later generations, but every action goes straight to life, so it is just a short moment, more than a dozen guys who rushed forward together were all divided into corpses, and the occasional immortal was just lingering on the ground, full of blood.

These Qarlu people on the grassland are accustomed to fighting, but they have never seen a warrior like Lao Luo who does not care about human life at all, every time the long knife is wielded, it is a human life, there is no exception, the black armor that cannot be seen is not material, with Lao Luo's tall body and long black hair spread out, and a resolute face with a little drop of blood, by the early morning light, like a demon god, the Qarlu people who came out of the back were frightened, and directly threw themselves on the ground, throwing their weapons aside, kneeling on the ground, and kowtowing again and again, He shouted the Turkic words "Lord spare your life".

Corn Philo is also one of them, but he just has the scimitar still on the side, stretching out his hands and kneeling on the ground, not kowtowing, it's not that he has soft bones, it's just that he really doesn't have the courage to reach out to Lao Luo. Although Corn Philo is also conceited to be a good hand on the grassland on weekdays, but like Lao Luo, a few people turned around and slashed everyone who came up, he really hadn't seen it, and the guys who were hacked to death were also warriors in the tribe, but now they instantly became corpses on the ground.

Lao Luo stopped, there was no way, if the opponent held a sharp weapon, even if he didn't rush up, Lao Luo would never stop, but right now, these guys are all kneeling on the ground, with a restrained attitude, he can't do it, some habits in later generations still affect him, and for civilians or unarmed surrenderers, he really can't open this kind of killing heart.

Cold-blooded people actually have a bottom line, and those who don't have a bottom line are actually not people.