Are all the people in the assassination department stupid? Of course not, the incident happened suddenly, after a long battle, when they saw the cavalry with bright armor, their first thought was that they were a fierce enemy, and it was difficult to win, but they could only have one result when they were surrounded in the middle of the tent - waiting for death, so they who were not willing to wait for death had to ride out on horseback and rush out to fight a decisive battle, even if they could only escape and report alone, it was better than being surrounded and slaughtered like livestock.

For the steppe people, it is an honor to die in battle, and it is a shame to lie down and die in a tent.

They have the greed to run rampant on the trade routes, the physique to crisscross the grassland, and the courage of normal men, but ...... There is one for everything, but they did not have time to put on the only leather armor they had—though it was of little use, their bows and arrows had a mediocre range, their scimitars or long knives were not strong enough, and their spears were not long enough, though sharpened for them......

On the other hand, Lao Luo's group is completely different, they can't wait for their teeth to be replaced with metal, the horses are covered with tough armor, not to mention the knights, the whole body is covered with armor, and the spear is more than four meters and nearly five meters, although it is not as good as the infantry spear, but it is enough to deal with the enemy on horseback, not to mention the bow and arrow used to greet in advance, especially the leader Lao Luo uses an iron tire bow and all-metal arrows......

There is no contrast between the weapons of the two sides of the battle, as well as their physique and tactics, despite the fact that the number of people on horseback is about the same.

So in the face of tragedy, they only have more tragedy, first the bow and arrow shooting, and then the spear piercing, they have no defense in the face of Lao Luo's elite soldiers, only death is a fate, although this fate was already doomed when Lao Luo's team rushed down the dirt slope.

Everything is like the tide meeting a reef, and like a berry falling onto a hard stone.

The arrows of the warriors of the assassination department could not penetrate the armor of the old Luo elite soldiers, even the horse armor could not penetrate, and the spears were even more useless, this thing was by virtue of its length and suddenness, their wooden handles encountered solid armor and only the fate of crashing, or being smashed by heavy weapons, or being cut by knives, along with their knives would also be cut off, from the time they began to rush outward, a total of no more than ten minutes, all fell off the horse's back, and even some of them changed positions with their mounts, becoming ridden by horses.

The cavalry that could impact all turned into dead corpses, and the next battle could be said to be garbage time, and there was no need for Lao Luo to make another move, but hundreds of cavalry spread out and walked all the way through the tent area, and the people who were ready to resist were like the stakes that the cavalry practiced without the upper half of the bulge, and then fell to the ground silently.

For the rest of the finishing things, Lao Luo didn't bother to interfere, and with a wave of his hand, his subordinates formed a team according to Shiwu to fight freely.

Some of the horsemen who had not yet taken their last breath lay in pools of blood, the grunts or low moans of blood in their throats barely audible in the background of the sound of horses' hooves, but no one came to their aid, until at last they convulsed a few times, stared straight into the dim sky, silent, and then became one with the cold, beginning to freeze blood.

I have seen too many scenes like this, Lao Luo's heart is like iron and stone, and he doesn't pay attention to it, since he is an enemy, it is the best one who dies, and there is no room for pity.

After carefully inspecting the weapons scattered on the ground, Lao Luo found that the weapons used by the soldiers of the assassination department on the ground actually had bronze swords and other things, and even found copper maces with half wooden handles, copper maces and other things, and it was obvious that the system was Oriental style, needless to say, the origin of these things must be from the East, maybe when they were lost on the grassland, and then moved here.

Although he only knows a little about this era, Lao Luo can still see a lot of things from all the items.

The weapons were not neat, and the few armor they wore were also very worn, indicating that the Qarluq assassins at this time did not have their own complete iron-smelting process, or perhaps the scale was small, and it was difficult to supply all the warriors' equipment, and their robes were mostly sheepskin with linen linings—which was already good clothing, and the few wore silk robes lined inside, although ornate, but they were all dirty, showing that they did not have their own complete weaving process, unclean hygiene habits, and crude leather workmanship, except for the best tentMost of the tents have patches and the like, and they look very downcast, obviously for Lao Luo, this kind of tribe has nothing to pay attention to except for some cattle and sheep plus some horses.

According to the concept of war in later generations, the beginning of war is often because of resources and wealth, and then other things such as dignity, honor and hatred.

And in this period, religious wars or existential wars were the main themes.

After seeing all this in front of him, Lao Luo can be regarded as officially confirming his guess, although there are many military theorists in later generations who talk about the factors of war, but after all, it is all on paper, far less shocking than what he has seen with his own eyes now.

For the general environment in the east, the reason why the Turks and even the Xianbei Xiongnu invaded the south was just to survive, and for the upper rulers, they were for wealth, or it can be said that they were envious, jealous and hateful, and envious and jealous of the Han people. It is basically the same as the hatred of the rich mentality in later generations, if the wealth of the rich comes from a good way, it may be tolerated, but the wealth of the rich is still obtained by exploiting the poor, then this mentality will become the fuse that leads to war.

The Han people, who have become rich, have a big clan mentality, how can they look down on the barbarians who drink blood? Therefore, if you can't communicate with you, you can only use your fists to speak.

Just like Mr. Lu Xun wrote, if the monk can touch it, I can't touch it?

So, the ruler of the steppe decided to give it a try.

As a result, these brainless rulers and uncivilized people are like illiterate people who enter the library, they only know that books and bookshelves can be dismantled to keep warm, but they don't know that the books record the knowledge of how to keep warm, of course, even if they do, they can't understand it. As a result, the carved ridges of the beams and the beautifully printed books suffered the same fate - they were used as fuel for fires, the craftsmen who carved the wooden beams were forced to take up whips to herd cattle and sheep, and the literate people who wrote the classics discarded the so-called wind bones and became hunched overs and slaves and obedient talents.

A thousand years later, the defeated Han people lost their heritage, and the victorious barbarians thought that they could impersonate civilized people by wearing gorgeous robes, but when more powerful civilized people appeared on the seashore, their hypocritical and gorgeous skin was suddenly exposed, and they were also forced to admit their own rudeness and foolishness.

After all, a thousand-year-old sad dream, who is to blame?

The rich families of later generations know not to be neighbors with the poor, not for anything else, every day in and out of the beauty mansion and famous cars to attract hatred, once one day, the barefoot are not afraid to wear shoes, it will be a disaster for the rich

The rich people of this era also understand this truth, but they don't understand the scope of expanding it to a country? Maybe it's just that the rulers are deliberately covering their ears and stealing the bell.

Lao Luo woke up from his deep thinking, only to find that he was thinking too much, there are only tens of thousands of people at the moment, and not all of them are of the same mind as himself, and he unconsciously thinks about the heart of the head of a country, which is really a bit incomprehensible.

The battle around them was over, and not far away in the center of the tent area, Goshulie was crying with a ragged woman in her arms, Goshua and several young people were kneeling on the ground not far away, also sobbing, a fat Qarluq man fell to the ground with his legs twisted abnormally and wailed, and there were hundreds of women of different ages kneeling on the ground, and dozens of young children next to him were also crying miserably.

"Who are these people?" Lao Luo walked to the center and asked.

"Goshulie's wife, and a dozen other women are the original family members of Goshubu......," Olki replied, his voice choked up.

"Uh-huh? The number doesn't seem right? What about the children? And also...... Who is this fat man? ”

"Most of the extra women were taken by the Qarluqs from other tribes, and as for the children, some of them belonged to the Koshu tribe, and some of them belonged to other small tribes, and the rest could not be determined...... This fat man's leg was broken by Geshulie, and it is said that he is a small leader of the assassination department, the leader of this tribe, what is the name...... Filguna ......"

"Other people......" Lao Luo glanced around, and sensed it with his spiritual power, and found that there were no longer anyone alive, and he was a little stunned for a while, these bastards were too fast, "All dead?" ”

"Well, they're all killed!"

"Including the children of the Qarluqs?"

"Yes, Lord, the people here are resisting very much...... Everyone who was able to move around was here......"

Lao Luo walked a few steps around, and found that there were several corpses of teenagers who were only eleven or twelve years old who had been cut down, some of the corpses of teenagers still held short daggers in their hands, and there were a few smaller ones in the distance, and more than a hundred of the warriors who came out this time had a grudge against the Qarluqs, and the hatred accumulated over the years caused these warriors to be very fierce.

As for how to treat children of different races, Lao Luo didn't think about it. In fact, he is still a little entangled in the war of this era, at least the education from later generations tells him that war has nothing to do with women and children, but the reality of this era has proved to him many times that war has nothing to do with gender and age, as long as there is hatred, chaos and revenge will never be lacking.

After killing all those knights, Lao Luo let his subordinates play, in fact, he acquiesced to the warriors' self-judgment.

Therefore, standing in front of the dead Qarluq youth, Lao Luo could only sigh lowly, die and die, there is nothing to blame, this is the fate of this era.

Turning around, Lao Luo forgot about it.