Lao Luo was thick-skinned enough, and although he thought about a lot of things in an instant, he vaguely passed the misunderstanding of the Turkic people, and his face did not blush.

What's more, this kind of misunderstanding will not affect the battle situation, but because of overestimating the enemy's strength and striving for better results.

So by the interjection of Gonzas, Lao Luo turned his head and asked: "18,000 elite soldiers, send 3,000 as the forward, do the generals who lead the troops understand?" ”

"I heard that his name is Mishm, and he is good at wielding a scimitar, and he is a good horseman, and I happened to see him once on the streets of Herat, and he was about as tall as me, but he weighed me two as much. I heard that this Mishm is Abdu. Massoud's cronies are very arrogant and short-tempered. It was Valek who replied, a Georgian who spoke fluent Chinese, although his speech was a little strange.

"Grumpy, that is, no one in his eyes, arrogant," although one person is short and everyone is long, these people around him have the courage to kill a few hundred people, but the strategy of facing tens of thousands of people is not realistic at all, Lao Luo does not expect these people under his command to come up with any good ideas, so he can only mutter to himself to deliberate on the tactical arrangements of improvisation, not that he has not thought about making a pre-war plan in advance, but the disparity in strength is too great, the situation on the battlefield is unpredictable, and any plan must be based on the actual situation, "In this case, Gonzas, order his men to take care of their tracks, strictly enforce military discipline, and let them go without being discovered by this Mishmam striker." ”

"Don't hit them?" Gonzhas was a little strange, "General, the Ghaznavids only have 3,000 troops, and with our combat strength, we can kill them all in an hour. ”

The Romans followed the ancient Egyptian method of timekeeping, using the corona and hourglass to divide the day into twelve parts, called the leaky time, which is not wrong with using the word hour in Chinese. Gonzas's words were not conceited, and the rough-looking Thracian was sometimes ill-conceived, but his sensitivity to battle was worth mentioning.

"Gonzhas, you have to know that there is no problem in defeating the strikers of three thousand people, but with our numbers, it is impossible to kill them all in a short time," this time because it was just a matter of discussion, not a decision-making order, so in the face of Gonzas's question, Lao Luo was not annoyed, paused, and he continued: "What's more, even if you kill three thousand strikers, it is estimated that before you withdraw from the battlefield, you will have to face the main force of the Ghaznavids, and it is difficult to say how the victory or defeat will be." ”

It is rare for Lao Luo to give them a detailed analysis of the strategy, so everyone listened attentively.

"If we give up not attacking the Ghaznavids' forwards, and wait for their main forces to come and camp and suddenly come out, we will surely disrupt their main forces. It's like killing a lion, a steel knife is slashed at the lion's neck, and no matter how sharp the teeth and claws are, they are useless. Looking at the few people who listened carefully to the lecture left and right, they would inevitably stand alone in the future, and Lao Luo was also quite pleased, so he said more and more seriously.

"General, if I take a team of men to disturb Herat, will this lion starve to death?" Alke heard Lao Luo pause, and interjected on a whim.

"Heh, Alker is a good idea. I thought about it a while ago, but considering that our main goal was not to defeat the entire Ghaznavid, but to make them think that it would be worth the loss to stop us any longer, so I didn't use this idea. Listening to Alke's words, Lao Luo suddenly felt that he might underestimate the guys around him, although they have no experience, it can't be said that they don't have ideas, and for generals, experience can be cultivated, and talent is indeed crucial.

"I see, the Lord means that he is worried about provoking the Ghaznavids, and then we won't be able to leave." Alc's mind is still very clever, and he quickly thinks of the key parts.

"That's right, we are too few in number, and we don't want to conquer the whole wasteland, it doesn't make sense to disturb Herat or occupy Herat, but it may anger that Mahmoud, and spend the main energy on us, then the gain will outweigh the loss." Lao Luo never worried about failure, he just didn't want to involve too much in this land, at least not now.

"Why doesn't the general occupy Herat, and then recruit some warriors, it's not bad for us to open a territory here." Gonzhas didn't really care where he went, as long as he followed the master in front of him to have meat to eat and fight, and Alc's interjection also aroused his interest in asking.

"What are you doing here? Eat sand? Lao Luo knew that sooner or later his Western-born warriors would ask these questions, so he didn't have a hard time answering, "Besides, many of those guys with turbans or hoods are all in the Green Religion, do you want your ancestors to kneel on the ground every day and worship the gods of other races?" ”

"......" Gonzaston was speechless, yes, just look at Mashhad, and several times a day those fellows knelt on the ground and prayed like kowtows, and the Thracians never paid attention to this.

Saying that, three points are enough, Lao Luo has never been a person who likes to be verbose.

As for how to deal with the Turks, or the Ghaznavids, Lao Luo has been thinking about it since he was in the Sylvan Plain, and the main purpose at the moment is to take these Tang descendants who have become mixed races to answer the question of finding their roots in the East, obtaining land and controlling themselves, and so on, it is nothing more than killing people.

And killing people is his profession, if he really wants to kill people, not to mention tens of thousands of people, hundreds of thousands of people can quickly achieve his goal, poisoning, arson, night raids, discord and so on are his professional skills.

Nowadays, it's just that he doesn't want to be a butcher, and senseless killing doesn't make any sense, it only brings fear and rejection from others.

The main purpose of the current war is to train troops, although it is too great to use 2,000 soldiers to resist dozens of times the enemy, and the pressure is too great, but there is no choice for such a thing as war. Lao Luo was training in the camp when he was in the Sylfan Plain, and he kept suppressing bandits all the way to Mashhad, which was also training, and now he has condensed a pile of ore into pig iron, and now he is facing a large number of strong enemies, which is to forge this piece of pig iron into tough steel.

That is the core of the power that Lao Luo needs, and it is also the seed of power that can control the autonomy of one party in the future.

In fact, the military discussion did not last long, and it was quickly concluded that it was still Alker who led people to the front to investigate the news, and Gonzas selected some wounded and less skilled and physical people to be responsible for maintaining order in the camp, and all the warriors died down and seized the time to rest.

Lao Luo also arranged for most of his soldiers to rest, leaving only a few people around him to observe the surrounding situation, especially the open area outside the woods for a mile or two, which would be the only way for the vanguard of the Ghaznavids.

When the sun rises, the woods are faintly accompanied by birdsong is the large and small snoring sound from everywhere, although these soldiers have not experienced the real war, but their mentality is not at all the immaturity of the first brother of the battlefield, not to mention that the trust in Lao Luo, the main general, has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, even if the war is coming, you can still sleep peacefully.

Until the middle of the day, the mountain road in the distance was still indistinct, and there was not even a single caravan passing by, which disappointed those who thought that the Ghaznavid vanguard would pass by in the morning.

In the afternoon, when the sun began to set in the west, and the soldiers who woke up had simply eaten their meals, Alki, who was coiled on the tall trees, whispered to Lao Luo, "General, a scout party of the Ghaznavids has come!" ”

"Keep watching, ignore them!" Lao Luo also leaned in the shade of a tree not far away and looked into the distance, and casually called a personal soldier, "Go tell Gonzas that there are scouts passing by, inform the soldiers to be quiet, wake up all the snorers, and hide them." ”

The scouts of the Ghaznavids were really unprofessional, at least in the eyes of Lao Luo, those guys rode across the mountain roads, shouting and screaming all the way without a gesture, and the posture was not like scouts and more like hippies riding motorcycles through the streets in later generations.

The same was done by the Ghaznavid vanguard, who passed through at about three o'clock in the afternoon, and in Lao Luo's telescope there was a large procession of marrying relatives who crossed the border like mountain bandits, and there was almost no drum band. Although the whole team was full of cavalry, the armor was not neat, but it was equipped with a scimitar and spear, half of the bows and arrows, and no spears were thrown—the weapons were complete, but it looked like they had obviously not participated in the battle, but they looked like they were ...... Armed parade.

"General, these guys only need one charge from us to break them up!" Gonzas, who also climbed the tree and stood in the shade, whispered to Lao Luo.

"Don't be careless, maybe you deliberately made this gesture to confuse people!" Lao Luo can't help but remind Gonzas that it's okay to have confidence, but blind confidence is meaningless, after all, he hasn't fought with these so-called "elite soldiers", he can't be regarded as understanding these guys, and sometimes the superficial phenomenon may be a cover-up.

"Yes, Lord." Gonzhas replied casually, and then continued to observe the enemy with the telescope in his hand.

Now ten of these binoculars have been issued, except for six on the scout's side, the rest are stored close to the hands of several leading generals, and even the personal soldiers cannot touch them. Especially Cheng Shouru there, in order not to be leaked, Lao Luo told Cheng Shouru again and again, without him, Lao Luo didn't believe in the hearts of the people in the main camp. Even if they are all together for the purpose of returning to the East now, but after arriving in the East, he has no idea how long this team can follow the unified instructions.

The cavalry contingent of three thousand people was not long, and soon passed.

The secrets of the woods have never been noticed.

After a long wait, until the sun began to approach the western horizon, Lao Luo began to notice the appearance of a large group of Ghaznavids at the shallow crossing of the Hari River in the distance.