The canyon ambushed by the Turks is not long, and the winding terrain is estimated to be only three or four Roman miles. So Lao Luo guessed that they were just trying to disrupt the order of the Donggui team, focusing on demoralizing everyone, and then they would attack further in Damgan, thus swallowing the entire Donggui team.

It must be said that the Turkic who planned this ambush was indeed a smart person, but it was a pity that he did not expect the telescope in Lao Luo's hand, and now he would not have thought that the Donggui team had just set up camp and launched a night attack without rest. What was even more fatal to the Turks was that they prepared to raid the enemy, but did not guard against the enemy's surprise attack on them, and even because of the time constraints, the crowd they arranged on the top of the mountain only rested among the bushes and rocks, perhaps they thought that it was enough to have the cover of the rocks to hide their figures.

At this moment, in the face of the fire oil canister thrown by Lao Luo and his men, the bushes have become a wall of fire, and the rocks have become a cliff that hinders the route of action, and the fire oil canister thrown by the enemy at night is sputtered out, and most of the scattered oil droplets will directly and quickly form a sea of fire.

The hundreds of people who attacked at night dispersed, like drops of water sprinkled into the sea in the mountains for several miles, and under the hazy night, it was even more difficult to be noticed by the panicked crowd, and as they passed, the flames that were only sporadic at the beginning evolved into a beacon belt reflecting the top of the mountain after ten minutes, as if the whole low mountain had begun to steam.

There was already a lack of water to extinguish the fire on the top of the mountain, and the fluttering leather jackets or waving branches could not stop the spread of the fire at all, and the Turks who were still fighting the fire could no longer bear it, but the small rioting hilltop camp suddenly became like a noisy city, and the fire became bigger and bigger.

"Retreat! Meet at the agreed location! "Shot a few guys in gorgeous robes again, Lao Luo didn't find an opponent worth shooting for the time being, but the swirling fire made it difficult for people to get close. In order to prevent his subordinates from being drawn into the chaos, he immediately gave the order to retreat.

One of the benefits of the firelight made the order effective - at least the approaching soldiers could see the tactical gestures of the old Luo's waves.

This is the biggest drawback of warfare in this era, Lao Luo secretly sighed while collecting his soldiers to retreat while secretly sighing that he must find a way to solve the problem of this battlefield information transmission, no wonder until the beginning of the twentieth century wars were trying to avoid the situation of night battles, and in the case of poor information, the tactical coordination of night battles was too difficult.

This mountain, which is only a few miles long, is actually two or three hundred meters high at most, but the bottom of the valley in the middle has no shelter suitable for falling rocks, so it was chosen as an ambush place, and although the way to retreat from the side was not easy to walk, it did not stump Lao Luo and his soldiers. In the case of Lao Luo's deliberate suppression of the pace, they can basically barely follow Lao Luo's footsteps, silent night attacks, and these guys who are unhindered are more elusive than ghosts.

The meeting place was not far from the place where the horses were kept, and because it was separated from the ambush of the Turks by a small stream that was not wide, it was magically unaffected by the fire.

"Hide, silence......" Lao Luo gave the order to the soldiers who were descending the mountain with him, and then began to stare at the noisy mountains not far away with these guys who could not hide their excited expressions.

The hilltop camp of the Turks was completely chaotic, and there was no need for Lao Luo to bother to do anything, he was waiting for the warriors who had not yet returned, hoping that they would receive orders or be able to follow the battle order to keep themselves first. In any case, the Turks have now changed from hunters in ambush to rabbits in ambush, and when their warriors return and the fire has subsided a little, it will be time to reap the fruits of victory, and it is estimated that they will still pick up roasted fruits.

Fire attack is really difficult to control, a bad one will affect one's body, especially in this dry land, the only thing that makes Lao Luo happy is that the vegetation in this place is really not lush, and today is not a windy day, the fire finally decreased when the sky began to turn white in the east.

"Each Shiwu counts the number of people, each of them keeps a good record of his military exploits, and when the war is over, he will report it to the military judge." Lao Luo picked up the soldiers who were full of ashes and burn marks in front of him, their excited expressions and excited eyes made Lao Luo very excited, "After the count, hurry up and eat something, we are going to ride a horse to pursue the enemy, are you afraid?" ”

"Don't be afraid, I am willing to serve the Lord and die for the Lord!" The chorus of slogans resounded throughout the small assembly area, but it did not alarm any of the morning birds, which had already been raced away by the night's fire.

As for the Turks, because the distance is not very far, perhaps they will hear the voices of the warriors, but looking at the embarrassed appearance of these arsonists now, you can guess the tragic situation of the Turks - the main messengers who are prepared are almost affected by the flames, not to mention the "victims" who are around the point of fire?

"Report to the general, the scout team has one hundred and eighty-four people participating in the battle, and there are one hundred and fifty-seven people, and twenty-seven are absent." Alc's head was half feverish, and the black-and-white face combined with his serious number of voices made it feel very weird.

"Why are there so many missing? Hey, why isn't Min Monkey here? Lao Luo looked at it carefully and asked casually.

"The absent guy won't necessarily suffer the Turks' losses, and the Min monkey guy is even more weird, so it shouldn't be a big deal......," Alke's tone was uncertain, but there was no sense of frustration.

"Well, what about the others?" Lao Luo nodded slightly.

"Back to the general, one hundred and twenty-six people from the pro-soldier team participated in the battle, one hundred and seven returned, and nineteen were absent." There was also a noticeable deficit in the number of the Olki's guards, but it was also uncertain about the final number of losses.

"General, the cavalry academy has selected one hundred and fifty new soldiers, one hundred and fourteen have returned, and thirty-six have been absent." Mi Zhongyuan, a Tang descendant from the Tang camp, answered the same clean and concise, this way of replying was completely inherited from Lao Luo's norms of military etiquette and discipline, and even the expressions on Mi Zhongyuan's mixed-race face were no different from the other two.

"Well, everyone remembers the names of the absence, and we will have to make statistics later, now slowly return to the valley where the horses are stored, and after eating, we will set off to chase the collapsed Turks, since those bastards don't remember to come back, we won't take them with us in the next battle." Knowing that the soldiers who did not return were likely to die in the chaotic night fire, Lao Luo could only say such an order with a slight joking.

The war horses that inhabited the valley were not affected by the fire in any way, and even when Lao Luo rushed back with the warriors, he also found that some large Hercules horses such as Heiyun were drinking water by the stream, and the fat alfalfa in the valley not far from the stream was obviously eaten by them, and the rest of the smaller war horses were also strolling on the turf with great interest.

The soldiers who stayed behind did not rest because of their poor archery skills, and even blamed themselves for not resting, taking good care of the horses and wiping their weapons was the only thing they could do, and it is estimated that if time did not allow, maybe they would give the horses that had been rushing before a massage to recover from fatigue.

Needless to mention how many of them were determined to practice archery seriously in the future, Lao Luo's first order when he returned to Zhumadi was "Everyone, prepare to eat, and when the sun rises in the east, start chasing the enemy!" ”

There was still a maximum of an hour before dawn, and everyone was getting busy.

There is never a shortage of dry firewood in the wasteland, as long as you get some wild vegetables to cook some soup, and get some dried meat that you carry with you, it is enough to satisfy everyone's appetite, although there is some tension during the war, Lao Luo never refuses to wronged his own people, at least the soldiers who have been busy all night need at least some hot food to recover their strength, the enemy is there, and killing them a moment later will not affect their fate.

In this endless desert, where can the Turks, whose mounts were scattered by the flames, flee? The nearest Damgan is still at least thirty Roman miles away, how far can the Turks, who have burned their reserves and even unclothed, escape? To be honest, Lao Luo was quite looking forward to this, and it was really a puzzle that interested him in what kind of survival ability the Turks, who had been called the Steppenwolf pack by the local Tang people many times.

On the way from the burned hilltop camp to Damgan, there was still Gonzas, who had been waiting there in advance, and I wonder what the wise man among the Turks was like in the face of Thracian temper tantrums that had been repaired all night.

The Turkic who can do such a strange series of first hand arrangements should be a smart guy, but he must also be a conceited guy, he will not hide in the distance and listen to the news of the battle, so he must be in the camp on the top of the mountain at night, and maybe he is quite looking forward to seeing the eastward return team brought by Lao Luo fall into the trap.

It's just that after this night attack, smart people are afraid that they will become frightened birds - the conceited guy who has been preempted by the enemy will definitely desperately hope to get out of the enemy's control circle, of course, there is also the possibility of Jedi resistance, but according to Lao Luo's guess, such a guy who is good at tricks. Surely they will not easily give up their wisdom and choose pure physical strength.

Now it's up to the next few hours, and if that smart man doesn't survive the fire, it's all about it.

It's just that Lao Luo doesn't feel that the guy who manipulates all this behind his back will not die so easily, the conceited and smart guy will not easily take risks, and there will definitely be a guard force around him, but Lao Luo doesn't know if the guard force can protect a smart person from the night wildfire.

The sun was already showing a touch of red in the east, and a figure flashed in Lao Luo's mind, with a black turban hooked nose and a beard, maybe he was thinking too much, he always felt that the figure was very similar to the Pasar he had seen before.

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P.S.: Thanks to the book friend "Zhang Dada" for the reward, yesterday I returned to my hometown in the Northeast from Beijing to worship my ancestors, and the recent update time may not be very accurate, I will try to keep a daily update. Thank you very much.