It's early autumn, and the weather in Central Asia is like the north of the Far East, the sun is just approaching the west, and the wind blowing through the treetops already makes people feel slightly cool.

The Hari River originates in the Baba Mountains in the Hindu Kush Mountains in the east, and flows westward, turning northwest at the location of Herat, where the drop begins to shrink and the river begins to flow at a soothing rate, forming a small alluvial plain in this area. Over time, the alluvial plains began to be suitable for plants, and meadows and trees became vibrant, but because the small area was undefendable, there were no tribes settled here, and it was entirely caused by the perennial wars in the entire Central Asian region.

Of course, this also fulfilled the cavalry school led by Lao Luo, and it was precisely because there were no people that it could become a good Tibetan army.

The bottom of the riverbed in this section of the Hari River is mostly fine sand, and there are no river rocks that can stumble the horse's legs, and the shallow area is at most only a horse's leg deep, which does not affect the efficiency of the river crossing.

When he saw the Ghaznavids crossing the river and camping at a distance when it was almost dark, Lao Luo couldn't tell how happy he was. This is simply a door-to-door deal, and the Ghaznavids, who think they can swagger in their own control area, really have no sense of crisis, and they have not even figured out the truth and camped behind the water, and any coach with a little brain in the East will not make such a mentally retarded mistake.

Could there be some trickery?

As a half-mixed-race, Lao Luo understands the temperament of the grassland people, most of the grassland people are bold and cheerful, but once a few alternatives appear, they are as difficult to figure out as a sinister and cunning lone wolf.

This era is not the same as his original era, not a simple, loyal, kind and hospitable herdsman, Lao Luo secretly reminded himself not to be careless, and he must calm down. Although these so-called "elite soldiers" look like a rabble in his eyes, once there is fraud, he may be spared, and it is difficult to guarantee the many soldiers who follow him.

So Lao Luo suppressed a group of men who were about to move, and ordered them to silence while keeping an eye on the Ghaznavids, who were camped by the river a few miles away. Watching those guys who looked like soldiers and rogues set up tents and lit bonfires, the wafting smell of barbecue made the stomachs of the cavalry cadets who had eaten dried meat and dry noodles for two days mutter.

"General, I haven't eaten well for two days, should we also get some barbecue to eat?" Gonzhas tentatively asked for Lao Luo's opinion.

It can't be blamed that this Thracian man can't control himself, the ranks of the Ghaznavids are too lax, and even Lao Luo feels that this so-called "elite soldier" is too unworthy of the name. The smell of barbecue wafted in the distance, and Lao Luo also felt that the worms in his stomach were wailing, but the distance was too close, the distance between the camps of the two sides was only three or five miles, and in the darkness outside the Ghaznavid camp with a bright bonfire, Ark and hundreds of scouts of their own team were intently observing each other's details, and they were much more affected.

Thinking of this, Lao Luo's appetite is gone, and he can eat any meat at any time, but it is by no means now. He turned his head to look at Gonzas, who was smacking, and said angrily: "Nonsense, when you kill the Ghaznavids, do you want to eat?" ”

Gonzhas also knew that he was wrong, the problem was that he really hadn't done this kind of work of watching the enemy barbecue meat and wine himself but clean water and dried meat, but Lao Luo had an order first, so he could only retreat to the side and then drink water and chew the jerky.

Lao Luo is not worried about what will happen to the soldiers he leads, he can still control the team of more than 2,000 people, the night has fallen, even if the Ghaznavids are numerous, they dare not blindly enter the jungle. If the enemy discovers because of his own negligence, it will be more than worth the loss, not because he is afraid of being surrounded and suppressed by the enemy, but because the hard work of rushing for the past two days without food and drink will be in vain.

The Ghaznavids from Herat were eating and drinking in front of Lao Luo's eyelids, and did not even set up the defense of the camp, except for the observation of a hundred and ten patrols around with their heads bowed and their heads down, Lao Luo did not notice any of their guard.

There were no trenches, no antlers, no fences, not to mention the necessary equipment for camping such as wooden villages, the round tents of the Ghaznavids were very similar to the yurts that Lao Luo was familiar with, and from the observations before dark, each tent could accommodate ten to sixteen soldiers, and the distance between each dome tent was seven or eight meters, enough for horses to run on the passage. Lao Luo couldn't see the exact number, after all, the telescope was not omnipotent, but from the beginning of the blurred sky, it was guessed that the Ghaznavids must have had at least a thousand tents—a number that was basically in line with the earliest information available.

Instead of building stables, the Ghaznavids cut down the trunks of trees and made stakes to nail them to the ground, and pulled a lot of leather ropes between the stakes, and then locked their horses inside, this method can be imagined, and they can't wait until the morning to find that the horses run all over the grassland, and there are not many people guarding the side, only less than a hundred, it is estimated that they are special grooms and the like, and at the same time take into account the role of preventing wolves at night.

Because of the prohibition of noise, after the general ate something, the bored soldiers quietly began to nap, and Lao Luo ordered his soldiers to find Alke, Gonzas, Naga, Mi Zhongyuan, and Cui Shibalang.

"Alc, did you spot any scouts sent by the Ghaznavids?" Lao Luo didn't see this sign in the binoculars.

"No, Lord. However, a few of the guys were almost caught while they were chopping wood. Alk replied respectfully to Lao Luo, even though it was difficult to see the faces of the people opposite him in the night.

"It's good that there are no accidents, I warn everyone to be careful, I don't want to take your ashes to the East......" Looking at Alke, who looked good-looking, Lao Luo pointed to the place where he observed the stake and leather rope circled, "Do you see that humble horse farm of the Ghaznavids?" ”

"I noticed, the area is very large, and there are not many guards." Alk had been wandering around the southern side of the woods since the afternoon, and when the Ghaznavids arrived, he had been observing them for a long time, and he was naturally well aware of the details of the other camp.

"Good! Your task tonight is to find a way to surprise the horses, so that the disorganized horses can storm the Ghaznavid camp. Lao Luo was glad that the enemy was negligent, at least he didn't have to worry about the losses of the newly formed cavalry school too much, saying that he was going to take his men down to participate in a formal battle, but he didn't want to fight most of the enemies directly with eggs and stones.

"Yes, Lord! When is the time? "Doing this kind of thing is a trick of the scouts led by Ark.

"At night, when the three stars of the south rise to due south." Lao Luo refers to the three bright stars in Orion's belt, there is no clock, and this is the only way to see the time. According to this season, the three bright stars of Orion should rise to the middle of the south exactly in the middle of the night, which is also the time when the moon rises in the east.

"Understood, Lord!" Alker took the order, turned around and was about to leave.

"Don't go yet, wait until I'm done." Stopping Alke, Lao Luo glanced at the Thracians, "Gonzhas will be my left hand tonight, and Naga will be my right hand, and they will charge together, and Mi Zhongyuan will be responsible for dispatching the archers to follow behind." The timing was chosen after the Ghaznavid horses stormed their camp. ”

"Understood, Lord!" The words spoken by the three people who understood were all spoken in unison, and this practice came from training in Silvan.

"Third uncle, what should I do? This little injury doesn't get in the way, let me follow you! Without waiting for Lao Luo to finish speaking, Cui Shibalang greeted him beside him.

"Shut up, you have the same business." Lao Luo paused, there was no way to reprimand Cui Shibalang at this time, "You are injured, you don't have to participate in the battle at night, you and the soldiers who are in charge of guarding the war horses, when we go to attack the enemy's main camp, we will drive the horses from the north river to the opposite side." ”

"The river to the north?" Cui Shibalang wondered.

"That's right, just north of the woods, there's a place with a lot of stones on the river, the water doesn't flow fast, it's completely suitable for crossing the river, you take a few scouts over there, and turn around and meet the whole team on the other side of the river, understand?" What Lao Luo said was a little verbose, but the meaning was very clear, that is, to arrange the remaining horses on the back road to change to war horses carrying armor.

"Understood, Lord!" Under Lao Luo's gaze, Cui Shibalang finally remembered to change his words and did not dare to have any presumptuous behavior.

Turning his head and ignoring Cui Shibalang, Lao Luo said to Alke: "There is a small problem, Alke, after you drive the horses from your side, stay where you are, and when I lead the team to charge, converge and follow." ”

Tactical cohesion was a matter of rigidity, and leaving scouts in the middle of a chaotic enemy would have caused them great trouble—a scout party of a few hundred men could not handle at least a thousand Ghaznavid rebels.

Alc Yingnuo went to be busy after that, there were less than three hours before the better time, Lao Luo looked at the Ghaznavid military camp that began to gradually quiet in the distance, and instructed Gonzas to ask all the soldiers to start putting on armor and sorting out their personal equipment, he also made the same preparations as the soldiers, including putting on a tailor-made Makai for the black clouds, the war in the cold weapon period is this more troublesome, in order to prevent weapons and stray arrows, a protective armor is a must, this kind of thing is a waste of time every time you wear it, It can't be worn casually like loose clothes.

After the good food and drink, the Ghaznavids began to fall silent, and the bonfires gradually decreased, and a few miles away in the woods, a group of warriors who shouted in their hearts that they had not eaten well began to gather their anger and grope their way in the darkness to the edge of the western woodland, waiting for the time of battle.

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