The moonlight rising in the east was faint, but the confusion of the entire Ghaznavid camp could be seen by the light of the fire in the fence of the stables to the south, and the campfires that had been kicked apart by the horses.

At least one or two hundred tents were damaged by irascible galloping horses, and everywhere you could see soldiers shouting blindly, oh, it might not be appropriate to call them soldiers, for there were hundreds of them, not to mention unarmed, not even clothed. The scattered tents that fell to the ground, the unsightly debris trampled by the horses, the wounded who lay on the ground and howled miserably, and the wounded horses who were also trampled to the ground by their companions because of their injuries......

In the distance, the irritable horses continued to rush in the direction of the river, and the panicked and chaotic soldiers who were dodging in all directions, and the thousands of tent camps in Nuoda were becoming chaotic at an unpredictable speed, and the only ones who could survive were the tents where no horses passed by in the corners, and some soldiers who were awakened by the galloping horses stood at the exit of the tents in a daze.

The neighing and kicking of horses, the shouts of the rebels fleeing for their lives, and the angry rebukes of some of the officers, were all in chaos.

This is the so-called elite soldier of the Ghaznavids?

Lao Luo, who led the charging formation and ran at the front, couldn't help but suspect that the chaotic and completely out of order military camp in front of him didn't look like a product that could be called elite soldiers.

However, at this time, Lao Luo's position was less than four hundred meters away from the camp of the Ghaznavids, the speed of the horses had been completely raised, Gonzas and Naga were behind him, and nearly two thousand men were closely following him, and he was completely incapable of any careful consideration.

"Stay in formation and cut down everyone who stands!" Since the Ghaznavids are so unguarded, they don't have to care about anything, just kill everyone who can resist as quickly as possible, Lao Luo shouted loudly.

With a distance of less than 400 meters, it only takes a minute at most to run with a war horse that charges with all its might, and even a war horse like Hercules that is not known for its speed can easily complete the goal.

Although the irascible horses were still wreaking havoc in the camp, the well-formed and huge Hercules horses charged head-on like monsters, and the sound of huge horses' hooves hitting the ground, both of which were very different from the chaos of the horses, soon alarmed the Ghaznavids, who were still in a panic.

It's just too late to change this bad situation.

"Enemy attack!" That's what it means, right? The owner of the first head that Lao Luo had cut off made such a tone before he saw his back, but he also didn't have time to think about the meaning. In front of him were tattered tents that swept backwards at great speed, weapon racks that had been hit, and "wooden stakes...... No, not a wooden stake, a red fountain sprayed from behind the blade, and due to the pressure of the heart, the blood splattered out like a leaking hose along the opening of the carotid artery in the severed neck, and the blood seemed to turn into something like mist, diffusing in the air until it was lying on the horse or warrior behind Lao Luo.

The black cloud also seemed to be stimulated by this blood, and under the control of Lao Luo's legs, it turned slightly, rushing towards the place where more Ghaznavids were standing. Those guys who were desperately trying to find their weapons didn't have time to raise their blades, and they were knocked down by the black clouds with a "bang", and the abnormal sound of "Titicaca" was followed by the huge horses' hooves.

Unlike ordinary warriors who can't hold the long weapon in their hands when charging, under the extremely fast reaction speed, Lao Luo's strength is enough to quickly swing the eighty-pound long knife, and the blade glides through a perfect arc, quickly sweeping the necks of all the surrounding Ghaznavids, because many Ghaznavids who woke up in a hurry didn't have time to put on armor at all, so his long knife was not hindered at all, and it was a red blood mist, and several spheres rolled backwards.

The battle seemed to have become very leisurely, and Lao Luo even had time to look sideways at his left and right.

Naga's long-handled mace flew from side to side, and it would become full of debris wherever it hit, either broken canvas or wood chips, more meat scraps, and the Hercules horse under him was not much shorter than the black cloud, and the surface of the horse armor was already covered with various colors of meat chips or scattered parts.

The Gonzas on the right side of Lao Luo used a cavalry spear more than four meters long, the Thracians were really much more skilled than Lao Luo with this thing, occasionally the tip of the spear swept, and saw that the Ghaznavids around who had no time to resist threw down their weapons and covered their necks, but unfortunately, the blood was still uncontrollably spurting out from the middle of their fingers, and occasionally the Gonzas spear was stabbed, and a Ghaznavid with teeth and claws was stabbed in the chest and abdomen, and then waved and flew far away, Then he smashed into the same kind behind him that was still moving forward.

Although he was moving forward rapidly, and the movements in his hands were non-stop, Lao Luo had not forgotten his spiritual power induction - after many years of battlefield experience, it was not an incredible thing to be multitasking.

Although the vision is occasionally blocked, but the mental power is not affected, within the sensing range, you can clearly perceive that the Ghaznavids not far away are beginning to wake up, some people who are ignorant from the shock began to take advantage of the fact that they were not attacked to return to the tent to find their armor and desperately put on their bodies, and some seem to be low-level officers and the like, they are shouting loudly, although they can't hear the sound clearly, but their demeanor and actions are thinking that they are gathering people.

Then pay attention to the rear of the charging team, because of the panic of the enemy, so far there has not been left behind, the long weapons used by the heavy armored knights, and the archers behind are led by Mi Zhongyuan, although the speed is suppressed, but it also improves the accuracy of the bows and arrows in their hands, and the bows and arrows of more than 1,000 people will be rewarded almost every time they shoot.

And then to the rear. An untold number of corpses were already scattered on the ground.

Seeing that the enemy in front of him was a little sparse, Lao Luo gently turned the direction of the black cloud, this sensitive big guy instantly knew the master's intentions, and turned directly to a crowded place, with the black cloud is two meters high at the shoulder, the blocking of the human wall cannot reduce its speed at all, all followed by the continuous "bangbang" impact, as well as the tooth-sore anvil sound of the "Titicaca" where Lao Luo's long knife passed, and the miserable creepy scream.

Gonzhas and Naga were both subordinates who had followed Lao Luo for a long time, and naturally changed direction at the same time as the black clouds turned, and in an instant, a dense blood mist dispersed, and the tent that was still intact was also cut and cut by the charging team, and the courage that the Ghaznavid people who shouted loudly disappeared in an instant, and Lao Luo could even clearly see the fear hidden under the bearded faces of the Ghaznavids not far away.

The fire oil bombs made in Sylvan were a good thing, and every warrior behind Lao Luo had a bag on their horseback to hold it. However, judging by the reaction of the Ghaznavids, Lao Luo was not prepared to use them, because after the last night in Dhamgan, the loot was pitifully small - most of them were burned.

Although the ratio of two thousand to fifteen thousand is a bit disparity, once the momentum of the battle becomes a one-sided crush, this comparison of numbers has no meaning, because on average, it is not necessary for each person to be divided into ten targets.

In order to escape the flames, the irascible Ghaznavid horses had now run into the waters of the Hari River, and many had even run to the other side of the river.

Unable to retrieve their horses for a short time, the Ghaznavids were so sad that they had to use their legs to run and assemble as infantry, and with good tactics and perfect equipment, the infantry might have a slight chance of winning against ordinary cavalry. But foot combat is really not the strength of the Ghaznavids, plus their opponents are not ordinary cavalry, rushing to the forefront is Lao Luo's more than 200 armored cavalry, ordinary bows and arrows can simply hurt these guys who are almost armed to the teeth, not to mention that the more than thirty horse-like monsters led by them are pressed over like a mountain, and it is enough to boast that they can afford to attack with a blade.

It's a pity that the conceited and brave guys never had a chance to speak again, including the guys who had just set up camp in the evening to barbecue and drink wine and brag, and now they have become rotten stakes that have fallen to the ground. The brave died first, the numb were knocked down, and the rest quickly organized themselves at the shouts of the officers, ready to resist the unknown attackers once again.

With a quick rush of people, Lao Luo suddenly felt that his eyes were empty, and not far ahead was the Hari River with many horses, which turned out to have cut through the enemy's camp.

Ran forward for more than 100 meters, gently drove the body of the black cloud, turned a hundred and eighty degrees of turn, Lao Luo looked up at the camp of the Ghaznavids, the moon was in the sky, how many people's heads were cut off just now Lao Luo can't remember clearly, anyway, the number of people the enemy can stand has begun to thin, "The wounded people stop here, Mi Zhongyuan and your people will intercept the fleeing enemy, and the rest of the people will follow me to rush again, chisel through!" ”

"Whoa!" The voice of the response was still very neat.

Galloping up again, Lao Luo led the team to run directly towards the most densely populated place, with far beyond ordinary people's eyesight, as well as a sense of mental strength, he was not worried about what traps the enemy could set in a hurry.

Once again, the sound staggered, once again the blood mist filled the air, broken weapons and broken limbs flew everywhere, and the bows and arrows could not help these strange enemies, Abdul who had just fallen asleep and was dragged out of the tent by the guards. Massoud suppressed the fear in his heart, and organized two counterattacks in succession, but failed to kill the sudden enemy.

These enemies were covered in black armor (black and yellow armor plus blood and night), their faces were not clear, and they were led by tall horses that they had never seen before, and the arrows were barely able to move in when they just hit their bodies, and they waved their weapons silently like the legendary Grim Reaper, and they could not hear the shouts, leaving only the screams of their own men and the blood mist stumps flying everywhere they went, and the restless horses could not approach at all, and without their mounts, their brave warriors were cut down by the enemy like stakes. Abdu. Massoud's heart was more messy than the curly hair on his head, could this be his own death?

Escape? No! There are no cowardly descendants of the Massoud family, and Mahmoud's order has not yet been completed, and the bite will bite off a piece of flesh from this inexplicable enemy!