Seeing that Goshua was busy non-stop, Gonzas, who was standing on the north bank of the Harry River and watching, couldn't help but sigh, there was nothing he couldn't have imagined, the bridge deck in the water was about four steps wide, and it could accommodate at least two Hercules horses to pass in parallel, under the cover of the water waves, as long as he didn't get close and look carefully, no one would know that there was actually a bridge here.

I think this thing should have been prepared for the "Han" slaves who rescued them at night, and maybe it would be used to cross the river to fight the Ghaznavids next.

Well, from the very beginning, no one favored Hercules (Smyrna), to the defeat of 400 horse thieves (Ankara) without damage, to the floating car that can float in the air (Shirvan), to the slight battle damage and the burning of 10,000 people (Dhamgan)...... Along the way, Gonzhas had seen so many incredible things that he now thought that if one day his Celis master did something understandable, there would be even more incredible things to come.

In fact, it's not just Gonzas who is sighing, even the Tang descendants who have come all the way from Sylvan are also sighing, they are also men who have been adrift for many years, why is their general different?

They didn't see as much as Gonzas, but the recent battle at a tributary of the Harry River had broadened their horizons greatly. This kind of thing only happened during the legendary Taizong period of the ancestors, when the leader was the world-famous Li Weigong (Li Jing).

Perhaps there were still people who doubted Lao Luo's luck in the battle in Dhamgan, but the battle on the tributaries of the Hari River was already a real battle of defeating the strong by the weak, and despite the suspicion of a sneak attack, no one could say a "no" in the face of a tenfold enemy battle. Later generations said that there are four irons in life, but the trust gained on the battlefield is more reliable than any trust.

The basic purpose of Lao Luo's military training has been achieved.

Two hundred kilometers away in a straight line northwest of the bridge, the soldiers of the main battalion heading east were still cleaning up the battlefield -- more than half of the enemy had been burned dead on the first day, more than 1,000 were wounded and captured, and the remaining enemy had escaped less than 2,000.

The most important thing was that the man at the head of this team of 8,000 men was called Mishm, because he was standing in the middle of the camp, with a crude oil landfill at his feet, and was surrounded by his soldiers, and the moment the fire broke out, he did not even have time to flee for his life, and was burned to char with his guards. Massoud's end was even more tragic.

Cheng Shouru wore a veil covering his face and covered his nose, "It stinks!" It's not easy for these bastards to die, the brothers work hard, it's getting dark, get it early and rest early. ”

Cleaning up the battlefield and burying the corpses is hard work, but fortunately, the soldiers of the eastbound battalion who have had an experience in Dhamgan have begun to adapt to this kind of outdoor exercise, although it affects their appetite, but it is better than having their heads cut off by others.

Min Wenhou, who went out to find out the news after retreating from the enemy, rushed back from Mashhad, "Old Cheng, there is definite news from the south." ”

"How so? Speak quickly! There has been no news of the main general for a few days, and Cheng Shouru's heart is as restless as a boiling pot.

"The last time I received the news was confirmed, that the Lord would be completely destroyed on the east side of the Hari River, Abd'Abdul. Massoud's 20,000 elite soldiers! Min Wenhou jumped off his horse and laughed like popcorn, "The other six auxiliaries were stagnant outside Herat City, and they were probably frightened by the result, and Ashina Duval, the city lord of Herat City, did not dare to act rashly. ”

"Good! Great news! After approving the previous news, Cheng Shouru felt that he could finally relax, "Don't always learn to call me Lao Cheng, you have to call Brother Cheng!" ”

"Brother? Bear it! Will you get the word out this time? Min Wenhou never believed that Lao Luo would have any problems, and he was a little unhappy that the news was withheld and not released last time.

"Cheng, tell everyone!" Cheng Shouru didn't explain this question, "By the way, have you contacted the scouts on the master's side?" ”

"No one has come back yet, but I guess the loss on the Lord's side is not large, and I should be ready to give the Ghaznavids another hard blow." Min Wenhou couldn't grasp the rhythm of the battle, but he was still very sensitive to the analysis of the battle situation.

"......" Cheng Shouru was speechless directly, he was a city defender, he was really not good at attacking, he had to follow his idea, and he could consider stopping after destroying the 20,000 elites of the Ghaznavids, but unfortunately he couldn't be the master of Lao Luo.

When people are busy, they often feel that time flies, and Lao Luo, who was commented on by Cheng Shouru and Min Wenhou, feels like this now. He was in the hotel in the city of Herat at this moment, "Alk, check carefully, Naga cooperates, see if there is anything missing!" ”

The aggregated information has been piled up, the total number of people entering the city is only more than 400 people, almost everyone has their own tasks, although there is no difficulty in carrying out such a task in this era, but the plan is always not changing quickly, and one more step is also a more successful certainty, and no one is not serious.

"Newspaper, Lord! Jin Qian is back, and he has brought a few strangers with him! The soldiers walked in from the courtyard and told Lao Luo.

"Did you ask who it was?"

Jin Qian explained that it was a Han slave known to the master.

"Well, let them in, then." Lao Luo knows that this Jin Qian will not do things that he is not sure of, and it seems that it is not bad to attract a few guides, but he doesn't know what kind of character the so-called Han people here are.

After a while, Jin Qian, dressed as a Turk, walked in quickly, followed by a few staggering and ragged people.

Stopping five steps away, Jin Qian bent down and gave a chest-touching military salute, "General, Jin Qian's life, the situation of the local Han slaves has been investigated, and the three behind me are the most famous Han slaves in Herat City." ”

"Very well done!" Lao Luo didn't blame him for taking it upon himself to bring people back, and the task was handed over, and how to complete it best was something that his subordinates could decide, and Lao Luo still had the most basic trust in this. He looked behind Jin Qian, "The three of them don't seem to be ordinary people, let's introduce ourselves." ”

Those who can stand firm in front of Lao Luo are indeed not ordinary common slaves.

A man wearing a ragged Han robe, loose hair bun and a short beard stood up, clasped his hands into fists and saluted Lao Luo, "I have seen the general, the student is from the Great Song Dynasty, the surname is Yan, the name is Songming, the word Pingzhang, when he was too Khotan, he encountered war by chance, and when he fled for his life, he panicked and chose the road, and was captured by the Turks, and he was forced to ...... by others."

"Sir, please be seated, wait." Words are calm, and God is unyielding, probably this is the standard of behavior of Confucian scholars in this era, right? The accent has some of the feeling of Hunan and Henan accents in later generations, and I think it may be the official dialect of this era? Lao Luo couldn't guess accurately, and silently evaluated it in his heart, which was much stronger than the so-called literati of the Zhang family. Stretching out his hand to take a look, pointing to the seat next to him and inviting the other party to sit down, Lao Luo suddenly felt a little inappropriate, "Olki, go get some food and drink to entertain the three guests!" ”

"Don't dare to call Mr., General Xie!" Yan Songming humbled himself, but he didn't pretend to be polite when he arranged food for Lao Luo, obviously he was really hungry.

"These two ......," Lao Luo then turned his gaze to the other two.

"A certain family is in the west of the river, there is no table, the ancestor was originally a captain of the Dingyan Military Academy, and his father died in the war when he was young, and a certain family has been in the Western Regions for nine years." This time it was a thin man who was about 1.8 meters tall, the reason why he said that he was thin can be seen to be a typical malnutrition, a brown robe full of dirt, a full face and beard that can barely be seen eyebrows, although the body is thin, his voice is very loud, and his eyes are clear.

"Guan Zhuangshi, please take a seat!" is another talent, and he is obviously good at martial arts, but he doesn't know how to do it. Lao Luo nodded, and was also entertained.

"I have seen the general, a certain merchant from the Fengxiang Mansion of the Great Song Dynasty, surnamed Tian, named Bao, and the word Dingan, encountered robbers on the road and ran out of money and property, and was sold here as a slave by the yellow-headed Uighurs." In the end, this person's complexion is slightly better than the first two, and his stature is not tall, only one meter seven, perhaps because he is a businessman, and his words are obviously cowardly and inferior.

"Mr. Tian, sit down too, don't be polite." Lao Luo nodded, there was really nothing to be polite at the moment.

Alki brought some bread and barbecue and broth with a few of his own soldiers, probably from the inn's kitchen, this time the pace of the battle was intense, and there was little time to make his own food. The three of them estimated that they hadn't eaten anything good for a long time, and with Lao Luo's gesture, they didn't have any scruples at all, and this was the case when they gobbled it up, even Yan Songming, who looked like a scholar, was no exception.

Ten pieces of bread, plus at least three or four catties of barbecue and three pots of broth, were eaten by three people in just ten minutes, and even a well-informed person like Lao Luo was a little surprised, how long has it been since he eaten?

Knowing that the three of them must still not have eaten well, but it was enough for their long-empty spleen and stomach, Lao Luo stood up and didn't say anything polite, "Okay, three, don't talk much, I want to do something in this city of Herat, rescuing the local Han slaves is one, can the three of you lead the way?" Of course, after the event, the three of them are free to stay! ”

Is Lao Luo short of people? Of course, there is a lack of it, but it will not be left when you see one, and it is only right to have a school test.

"A certain family is willing to go, please ask the general to order!" Huo Ran got up and the first thing he promised was Guan Hexi, a thin man. The other two were naturally not far behind, and they all agreed.

"Good! Jin Qian, you still lead them, you are responsible for saving people later, I don't care how to divide labor, you know the most important principle. "Of course, the most important principle is to protect yourself first, there are three outsiders, of course Lao Luo is inconvenient to say.

"Yes, Lord!" Jin Qian gave a military salute and was about to turn around and leave, but he turned around and asked, "General, what if there are people who are unwilling to leave?" ”

"No matter, they are the ones who want to be slaves!" Lao Luo doesn't have that feeling of the Virgin, so he has to teach the world what to do. Saving people is Lao Luo's hope to change the fate of some people, but if it is not accepted, it can only be up to them, and he does not have the patience to persuade.

Jin Qian was a Qu commander under the scout camp, with a large number of subordinates, and a Qu cavalry school soldier to cooperate, although Herat was the territory of the Turks, but he could not defend against these well-trained and confident warriors.

Looking at the backs of a few people leaving, Lao Luo pondered that his side should also start to act, and when Alke walked in from outside, "General, chaos has begun outside the city of Herat......"

"You mean the six camps?" Lao Luo understood in an instant.

"That's right!"

"Good! We move too! As planned, each team will start! ”

To get into the enemy's chest to make trouble, you must have the courage to do whatever it takes, Lao Luo's arrangement has been meticulous to the individual, the city is full of enemies, it is useless to worry, it is the key to fight fast and slow, and to fight rigidity with flexibility.