Lao Luo had been a military commander in his later life, so he was not surprised at all by those crazy soldiers in the garrison camp.

In the past year or so, the guys of the cavalry school have repeatedly made meritorious achievements, compared with the time of Sylvan at the beginning, it is really a world of difference, many of those guys are also from the garrison battalion, and there is always a chance to brag and fart together when they are free, you can imagine what it would be like for men to brag and fart together, the guys of the cavalry school will often use the scars on their bodies as an example, and then say how many enemy heads have been cut off and how many enemy offensive clouds have been scattered, and what are the guys in the garrison camp usually doing?

Either training or driving carts (partial vans), it is their main responsibility to garrison the camp, but with Lao Luo leading, how many times has the enemy attacked their own camp? Even if there were, a team of more than 100,000 people would not be enough to stuff the gaps! This is like the goalkeeper on the football field in later generations, a large group of excellent forwards, center forwards, defenders, and flankers are enough to resist the attack of the enemy team, and the goalkeepers can sit and doze off.

The current garrison soldier is the goalkeeper who is eager to attack!

It was precisely because he understood this that Lao Luo found that their coordinated attack was very good, so he simply left it alone, anyway, there were only a thousand enemies, and three times the number of soldiers to greet them, there was really nothing to worry about.

Turning around, he noticed that Gan Hai, who was knocking on things and shouting before, was waiting not far away to greet him, so he walked over and said: "Gan Dalang, and everyone, it's hard work, now you can go home, but please stay at home and don't come out before the end of the war over there, if you hope to find something to do after the end, you can come out and see, and those who clean the battlefield and bury the corpses outside can be arranged for you to do, rest assured that you will be paid!" ”

Gan Hai and the people around him were stunned, because no one had ever spoken to them in such a tone, let alone the content of Lao Luo's words.

In fact, during this period, most of the people in Polo City relied on helping passing merchants to survive. At least are the rich and powerful, or are they simply the occasional cameos of robbers, hoping that they will be able to speak to the people of Polo City on an equal footing? That's pure.

Not to mention the owner of an army like Lao Luo! Or the master of an army that has defeated an army that outnumbered his enemies! Such a person is a person who can rule over a land!

How can you be polite to a person like yourself who guards the side of the trade road?

In the eyes of Gan Hai and these people, if a noble general like Lao Luo wants to recruit them, it is a matter of one sentence, as for the remuneration? It's a great blessing to have a meal.

"Do as you are told, noble general!" Behind Gan Hai, a young man with curly hair slammed to the ground and spoke loudly in Turkic.

"Thank you, sir......" Gan Hai did the same, not to mention the others.

Lao Luo can now understand concise Turkic language, but there is still a certain difficulty in his proficient speech, and he has explained the affairs of several people from beginning to end, he just waved his hand and sent these people away, not that he was deliberately arrogant, he really had to be arrogant, otherwise these people's defensive psychology would be heavier.

It is said that this kind of thing does not need Lao Luo to speak in person, as long as he appoints a personal soldier to say it, but Lao Luo thinks more, he needs to personally understand the residents of this land, and it is not his habit to listen to others from above, not to mention that he has never thought of himself as a big man, at least not yet.

Leaving aside the busy voice behind him, Lao Luo walked out along the jagged alleyway.

The houses or houses on the left and right sides are very simple, most of the walls are made of adobe, occasionally some wooden pillars and stones are also rough and mottled because of the erosion of time, the doors of each house are very open, at least able to accommodate a horse to enter, there is no decoration on the door, the rough logs are some cracks because of dryness, and there is a lot of dust on them, except that the places that are often touched are a little smooth, but it is not clear how much the owner has the habit of cleaning and caring.

The walls of such houses are not low, some are even three or four meters high, and some houses close to the street still have windows on the walls that look out, but the windows are very small, and the windows are generally blocked by rough wooden grilles. Yes, there was no such thing as flat glass at this time, and as for the paper used to glue the windows, I am afraid that it is a rarity in this kind of place.

Occasionally, one or two figures passed by the window, and before Lao Luo could see his face clearly, he shrank back again.

I didn't want to explore the idea of what people were doing behind the wall, at least Lao Luo didn't have the idea of breaking into people's homes to "condole", even if he led a team of tens of thousands of people, he was just a passerby in this small city now, this place was not the ideal place for Lao Luo to stay, at least not now.

Walked out of the city, went to arrange for someone to go to Mirror Lake to inform the private Olki and ran back on horseback, "General, there is news from Alke's side, they stopped the fleeing party members in the Devil's Cry Forest in the east, the messenger said that they had killed at least 6,000 people, and also captured their leader Li Deming, and asked if they could send someone to help clean up the battlefield......"

"Very well, how are their casualties?" Lao Luo was very happy, although the reported figures were somewhat staggering, but there was nothing to surprise him, just as his subordinates believed him, he also knew the several leaders he had appointed, and it was not unusual for him to achieve such a result with the intention of calculating or not, plus the professionally trained soldiers.

"Casualties? The messenger didn't say anything about casualties, so there shouldn't be much to lose......"

"Hmm...... Well, go to Gonzhas, and order him to send four men of two thousand men to help, and bring some food supplies with him, and thirty carts of the captured with him! "The seized cart is the kind of grain and grass escorted by the party members, and now it is used to transport the spoils after the killing of the party members, is it considered a mockery?

Lao Luo really didn't have time to think about this, what he was thinking about was how to deal with Li Deming.

This Li Deming caught it well, but what should he do after he catches it? This incident was really a bit unexpected by him. After this battle, it is a foregone conclusion that the party members will be weakened, so what will the Western Xia region look like in the future? How will Song Liao react?

Lao Luoke, who is familiar with military history, clearly remembers the story between the Song, Liao, and Western Xia Kingdoms. In the "historical" records, this party member went left and right between Song and Liao, and then punched and kicked west of the Hetao, gathered a large piece of territory, and also gathered a large number of people, so after him, his son Yuan Hao had the foundation for the founding of the country.

But now, such a "Mr. Key" who will affect the entire eastern political environment has become his own prisoner, to be honest, Lao Luo really hasn't thought about it yet.

Put? That is absolutely impossible, not to mention the appeal of this Li Deming in the party and the difficult army, even he himself has a huge use value. Killed? That's really a bit of a tyrannical thing, and at the same time, it will form a mortal enmity with the party members, which does not echo Lao Luo's desire to return to the East.

After a thousand years, the so-called Dangxiang people have long been divided, either integrated into the Han people, or into the plateau into the Qiang people, and some into the future Mongolian steppe tribes.

You can't put it, you can't kill it. While walking on the way back to his military tent, while thinking, a soldier informed him that the battle in Polo City was over.

The battle to encircle and suppress the Qarluqs lasted less than an hour, but to Lao Luo's surprise, some of the frenzied soldiers who had been called in from the garrison did not kill Qadir Khan, but sent him to himself.

"General, the sons have captured Kadir Khan!" Because of the outstanding performance of his subordinates, Cheng Shouru, who was excited, had a very loud voice.

"......" Lao Luo was a little stunned for a while, "Okay, bring him over, the last time I met that guy on the battlefield was disrespectful, now listen to what he has to say?" ”

Cheng Shouru didn't care about Lao Luo's expression at all, in fact, if it wasn't for the soldiers under him who shot this time, the leader of a nomadic tribe really didn't look at him in his eyes, the longer he followed Lao Luo, the stronger this kind of arrogant mentality became, not only Cheng Shouru, but many people in this team had such a mentality.

Not long after Lao Luo's words fell, two strong men with big shoulders and round waists walked over with a thin black turban covered in dust, like carrying a dead dog.

When they got closer, the two of them let go at the same time, threw the person to the ground, and then respectfully performed a chest-touching military salute at the same time, and one of them said in a rough voice: "General, the second captain of the garrison battalion, the first lieutenant Xie Shukun, reports that this guy is Qadir Khan, the leader of the Qarluqs!" ”

"Well, your credit won't be erased." This Xie Shukun is actually only nineteen years old, he is rough and powerful, he is the most ruthless one in the city, he is the elite of Cheng Shouru's men, the only drawback is that his brain is a little unturned, and he was called a foolish third by the guys in the original Tang camp, and Lao Luo heard Li Ji's younger brother Li He mention it when he first arrived in Xierfan.

"Whoa!" With Lao Luo's promise, Xie Shukun pulled his companions and shouted loudly and withdrew.

Lao Luo looked down at the man lying on the ground, if it weren't for his good memory, it was really difficult to recognize that this was the Eastern Khan of the Qarluq who tried to attack him in the middle of the battlefield a few days ago, although the black turban on his head was still retained, but the robe on his body was no longer the luxurious inlaid gold wire object of the day, but a very ordinary black robe, but now this ordinary robe is also full of mud and dust, and it is also stained with stains that can be seen, and there is a strong smell on the body, As for the face, saying that it is a beautiful adjective to say that the nose is blue and the face is swollen.

"What's going on?" Lao Luo turned his gaze to Cheng Shouru, who was standing on the side.

"General, some of the attacking party were gathered in Mashhad, and they were once looted by the Qarluqs and sold as slaves......"

Before Cheng Shouru's words were finished, Lao Luo understood the reason, many of the team had been enslaved by the Central Asian steppe people, including the caravan who was robbed by the Qarluqs. To be honest, this guy is still alive, and Lao Luo's subordinates know how to be measured.

"Get some water, wake him up!" Lao Luo commanded.

After a while, one of his own soldiers carried a wooden bucket full of water, grabbed the unconscious Kadir Khan's head and dipped it into the barrel, and under this rude method, the unconscious Kadir Khan soon woke up coughing.

"It's you?! Bartol! Kadir Khan, with a dark blue eye, no longer lost his original arrogance, and stared at Lao Luo with a look of surprise and fear.

"Anything to say? Your Excellency Qadir Khan? Lao Luo's expression was very leisurely, and His Excellency was full of mockery.

"The Qarluqs will not give in, Hu will bless his people, and all heretics will be severely punished!" Perhaps knowing that Lao Luo was not a good match, Kadir Khan rarely forgot the pain in his body and became angry.

Lao Luo shook his head, feeling bored for a while, looking at this guy who couldn't tell the form, and secretly sighed that religious brainwashing was really harmful, "Okay, the Qarluq people are strong and will not give in, even if the robbers are caught, I have no right to judge you guilty, but I can send you to see your Hu Da, I hope he really exists, and he can forgive you!" ”

"......" Lao Luo's words were not happy, at least he could ensure that Kadir Khan could hear it clearly. It's just that Qadir Khan thought that he would not be underestimated if he was tough, but he didn't expect that things didn't go as he expected at all, and he was shocked.

"Come, send His Excellency Kadir Khan and all his entourage to meet their Huda!" In this short and fierce battle, there were three initiators, one was spared, and one was caught, and the one in front of him was a die-hard Green Cultist, without the slightest value. Even if there were, Lao Luo wouldn't care.

A few of his own soldiers entered the tent, grabbed Kadir Khan and dragged him out, and the black-turbaned guy came to his senses, but instead of begging for mercy, "Spare me, the Qarluqs will not trouble you again, Bathol!" ”

The soldiers paused for a moment and looked back at Lao Luo's expression.

Lao Luo waved his hand impatiently, "Seal, use a noose!" ”

Soon the poor Kadir Khan was no longer sound, and was carried away with a whimper.

The remaining few pro-soldiers and Cheng Shouru, who was a little overwhelmed, stared at Lao Luo in the tent, and Lao Luo sat on the soft couch and wandered a little, a famous guy in "history" simply died in his own hands, what is this?

Forget it, I can't think about it so much, finally this short battle has come to an end, three premeditators, catch one and kill one and release the other, is it a perfect battle to collect the palace?

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