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The terrain occupied by the two chariots happened to be stuck in the middle of the camp of the Tartar tribe and the enclosures of cattle, sheep and horses, and these livestock were concentrated in the valley in the northwest of the hills, and there were still thousands of healthy horses in them. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

These horses have been given to him, and the loss is very painful.

Of course, he will not keep the messengers who are going to be released, but there must not be more of them.

As the barking of the shepherd dogs outside the yurt became louder and louder, the disheveled herdsmen of the Bamtso tribe walked out of the yurt vigilantly, took knives and arrows to untie the reins of the war horses around them, and hundreds of people had turned over and rode on horseback.

The cow dung fire outside the yurt, which was almost extinguished, was also ignited, but the light was quite dim.

"Peng, Peng," when the fierce sheepdog rushed to Qin Shi without long eyes, jumping to the car, the short fire in Yu Shan's hand sounded, and immediately broke the backbone of the big dog as strong as a foal, and fell to the ground and howled.

"Huh," shaking the box cannon in his hand, an old hunter guarding Qin Shi's side shot the head of the injured dog, and then killed the big dog who was dragging his body and wanted to run.

"Tsk, dog meat, add shallot and boil, this is a good thing to make up," the old hunter stared at the pile of black shadows on the ground with wide eyes, and muttered in Qin Shi's ear. If it weren't for the events in front of him, he would have jumped down and pulled the dead dog into the car.

As soon as the gunshots rang out here, the patriarch who stood out in the camp of the Bamtso Division, a middle-aged Mongolian man with a small head, pointed at Qin Shi's location very angrily, "Go, Adalcuo, take someone to kill the damned horse thief,"

In the patriarch's impression, only a cunning horse thief would dare to easily approach this hilly land under Jinong, and of course he would not be merciful.

"Well, the children will come back with their heads," said a tall Mongolian man, holding up a scimitar in his hand, grinning; With his whistle, hundreds of well-dressed herdsmen raised their scimitars, shouted in unison, turned into brave cavalrymen, urged the horses under their hips, and rushed forward with a bang.

Although the night was dark, the wild Tartars, who knew the time of the place, knew that it would not be half an hour, when they had surrounded the damned horse thief, and that it would be dawn, and then it would be time to show their skills.

However, the Tartars, who had just rushed out of less than a hundred paces, suddenly lit up with two snow-white pillars of light in front of them, shining straight on them, and the dazzling light not only shook their eyes white, but even the war horses under their crotches also raised their heads, stepped on their hooves in panic, and ran to the side.

The Tartar warriors, who had not yet raised their momentum, suddenly became disorganized, and the people shouted and the horses neighed into a ball, and rushed towards Qin Shi's chariot in a chaotic manner.

"All the way, all the way" When Qin Shi operated the crane gun and pulled the trigger fiercely, the muzzle that pulled out a long tongue of fire shook slightly from side to side, sweeping the rain of bullets into the rushing horses.

"Go left, do a little more, hit right, okay, let's fight," the old hunter with the glimmer mirror guided loudly in Qin Shi's ear, until he yelled, Qin Shi pulled the trigger stiffly, and turned the point shot directly into strafing.

The deafening gunshots rang out in the vast meadow under the hills, and the Tartars, who were sent out by the patriarch to sweep away the horse thieves, screamed and crackled to the ground with the war horses, and the huge inertia made the men and horses turn far away on the ground.

Another chariot a hundred paces away also followed the direction of Qin Shi's shooting, and all of them exploded the machine gun.

"It's not good, this is not a horse thief," the Tartar patriarch who was looking from afar, his face suddenly changed greatly, and he hurriedly assigned a team of young men to scatter on horseback, and ran in small groups in the direction of the southern hills, which was to go to the nearby tribe to ask for help.

The two fiery snakes flickered in the distance, and the sound of a bang that had never been heard in his ears shook his heart wildly, and the patriarch shouted a few times at the few clansmen around him, and these men with scimitars jumped on their bare horses, and ran into the depths of the hill with a large group of men and women, where there were enough healthy horses to allow them to run quickly out of the hills and valleys.

Taking off the horn from his waist, the patriarch blew the horn leisurely, summoning the herdsmen in the camp who had their own weapons and horses to assemble with him.

"Woo, woo," when a large group of Mongol Tatars with various weapons began to gather towards their patriarch yurt, the herdsmen, who had already run seven or eight miles away, met the hunters guarding the blockade line.

"Bah, oh," "all of them," the sound of rifles and machine guns rang out, and although many of the horses that were approaching were knocked down, at the darkest dawn of the night, there were still fish that slipped through the net and roared angrily at the few sergeants.

"Desolate," said the guards, who had dropped their rifles, drew their horses/knives tied to their backs, and rushed forward with a low shout to the sound of horses' hooves; The sergeant who was squatting behind the machine gun only felt a cold wind blowing around him, and the guards standing next to him disappeared.

The guards, who can reach a visual distance of up to 100 paces at night, have taken advantage of this time.

"Kill," the guards who burst out of their mouths, led by Yang Eighteen, rushed to the opposite side of the Tartar war horse with their legs, and the military boots stepped fiercely on the ground, and the people had already jumped up, flashing the scimitar cut by the Tartar sideways, and the Tartar on the horse's back passed by the shoulder, and the chopping horse/knife slashed obliquely over the warm flesh on the side.

"Click," the blunt-edged chopping horse/knife flashed swiftly through half of the Tartar's body, and some of them cut off half of the horse's head.

In the grass where the cold wind was howling, the guards held knives in one hand, and the box cannons in their hands refused to suffer, and they shot orange fires again and again, and dozens of scattered Tartar herdsmen, most of whom were left with their horses, were left among the green blades of grass.

A few Tartars, cleverly hiding on the side of the horse's belly, frantically pumping the hind buttocks of the beloved horse, broke out of the sparse blockade in a few turns, leaving a string of horses' hooves. If you want to talk about the Tartar who has lived on horseback since he was a child, the ability to drive a horse, Yang Eighteen and they couldn't catch up when they were tired, so they could only stop stupidly.

As soon as the Tartars had crossed the blockade, the Knife and the horse team led by Chikhhasan crossed and strengthened the blockade again.

Buzz, buzz, a black transport truck rushed over from the side of the hill with bright lights, and the transport truck that returned to Dagou was requisitioned again by Li Shuo, who was not at ease, and caught up by car.

The transport cart slowly stopped, the rear compartment door opened, Li Shuo and a few guards pulled the war horses out of the car, and the heralds who followed hurriedly began to contact their nearby companions.

Boasting and boasting, the sound of heavy footsteps came, Wang Meng, who was standing next to a thunderbolt, raised the hand lamp in his hand and shot a bright light towards the south, "Order, the battle battalion will pull out the skirmish line according to the hundred-man team,"

Qin Shi ran away in the chariot, he couldn't run around casually, so he had to get off the chariot halfway and pull the herald to follow behind the artillery team.

When Li Shuo hurriedly ran over on horseback with a few guards, Wang Meng breathed a sigh of relief, and it was time for him to return to the barracks to command. Guarding this lightning cannon, Li Shuo took over the command of the battlefield.

If you want to talk about the command of this raid battle, it is a little chaotic, Qin Shishi, who can't take care of his stomach when he fights, is not a handsome talent at all, he can command and play a night owl flag team, and he has reached the top.

Fortunately, the Tartars were also blinded by the enemies who suddenly appeared, otherwise it would have become a joke to blockade such a tribe.

Qin Shi was in charge of the two chariots, blocking the road behind the hill for the Tartars, Li Shuo commanded these artillery teams to hold the blockade line on the east and south sides, and Wang Meng's war barracks and night owl banner team, under Li Shuo's supervision, began to pull out a battle line and press up the camp of the Tartars to the west.

If the Tartars abandon the camp and the war horses flee to the hills and mountains, although there are not many sergeants waiting there, as scouts under Qin Shishi's command, the marksmanship of the three teams can be one by one.

"Didi, Didi," when the sharp brass flute sounded, the sky was already slightly bright, and the sergeants who pulled out the long line of skirmishers, holding fires/guns and shotguns, formed a single line, one step apart like an earthy yellow wave, and slowly walked towards the huge camp of the Tartars.

The skirmish line was followed by heavy machine guns and mine-striking guns, and then behind were two thousand cavalrymen armed with fire/guns and scimitars, and the battle flag was flicked in the wind.

"Immortal God, what the hell is this?" As soon as the sky dawned, the patriarch of nearly 5,000 young and strong herdsmen had already gathered, and his mouth was already shocked as he looked at the two black chariots on the slope of the hill to the north.

What made him even more angry was that the hundreds of herdsmen he had assigned to fetch horses from the cattle and sheep enclosure did not even run back, and all of them fell in front of the strange iron cart. He could now see clearly that what stood in the way of his people were two sturdy iron cylinders.

Dead a hundred paces away in front of the chariot, there were not only the people who were messy all over the ground, but also the strongest sheepdogs in the tribe, big dogs that were beaten into rotten meat, which made him feel distressed and difficult to control.

"Chief, look, there's a flag on that round box," the sharp-eyed clansman shouted loudly, pointing to the flag on the chariot in the distance, "It's the Galen tribe, they have the firearm that spits the fiery snake,"

"Chief, the infantry of the Galen tribe has come up, and they are armed with firearms, all of them," the herdsmen on the outskirts of the camp hurried over on horseback.

"There are cavalry behind them, flying the flag of the West Chih tribe,"

"What, it's the Galen tribe, and the Sichih tribe?" The angry patriarch stepped on the back of the horse and looked to the east, and on his bronze face, there was a hint of ruthlessness, "Come on, go to a team of 1,000 people, prepare armor and bring shields, and kill them apart."

The two iron guys in the north were obviously not easy to mess with, but the infantry lines that swept over from the east and south seemed to be too thin, and the patriarch of the heavy machine guns and lightning guns who followed the infantry did not pay attention at all, and decisively issued an order.

Even the horse team that faintly appeared behind the infantry, and the patriarch was confident that he would win in a battle.

A thousand warriors dressed in raw cowhide cuirasses, with round shields on their arms, and sharp arrows in their mouths, stepped on their horses and rumbled out of the camp, and then two thousand herdsmen with weapons also got on their horses and drew their scimitars in their hands, and took off their horned bows, and the arrows were full of urine/smell wolf's fangs and arrows, and they bit them fiercely in their mouths.

After a cup of tea, they also had to rush up, this kind of stacked wave horse team attack formation, is the battle formation that the Tartars are used to, and it is very familiar when you pick it up, and there is no need for the patriarch to give an order.

"Peng Peng Peng," "Bang Bang," "All of them, bang, bang," a burst of gunfire, mixed with a dozen explosions, ran out of the Tartar team of thousands more than four miles, like a wave smashed on the reef, leaving nearly half of the corpses, like a flock of frightened lambs, panicked back to the camp.

"Stick to the camp," after seeing the tragic situation of the thousand-legged commander who the patriarch relied on the most, after being beaten out of his ears and arms, the patriarch was very sensible and no longer wasted the lives of his clansmen.

However, the hundreds of warriors he then sent tried to disperse and trek west through the hills, but they were also repulsed by the sharp shotguns and grenades.

Obviously, the enemy who came to attack this time saw that the posture was about to swallow the Bamtso tribe in one bite, the patriarch raised his palm stiffly and stopped the next wave of horse teams that were about to attack, "Send people over and negotiate with them, as long as we can leave the Bamtso tribe, we will surrender,"

It's too aggrieved, obviously there are not many enemies on the other side, but he just doesn't dare to fight anymore, and the people who die are all young and strong people in the tribe.

As long as they can survive, the Jinong Society will send a large army to rescue nearly 10,000 people from the Bamtso tribe, and the patriarch is convinced of the value of his tribe.

"No, no, Patriarch, in that case, Jinong will punish you severely," a close clansman shouted in mournful voices, but no one came forward to ask for war anymore; The Mongolian warriors who dismounted and mounted the cavalry warriors also saw the situation in front of them clearly.

"I will bear Jinong's punishment, but we can't afford to die anymore, it's not worth it," the patriarch shook his head decisively, untied the copper sheath scimitar from his waist, and handed it to his henchmen.

"Go, I heard that the Galen tribe treats the captives well, whether we can escape this catastrophe depends on their purpose," he couldn't run a few people, he had to endure the humiliation.

Soon, the henchman holding the white flag rode to the straggler line, and was brought to Li Shuo by the black-clothed guards, and after hearing Li Shuo's words, the patriarch's henchman returned to the tribal camp with a solemn face.

"Patriarch, the leader of the Galen tribe said that if we want our entire tribe to move to the south, they will lead the way,"

"Well, that's okay, as long as we don't completely annex our tribe and relocate," the worried patriarch, hearing the words of his henchman, finally eased his face, what he was afraid of was that the entire tribe would be swallowed in one bite.

In that case, according to the rules of the grassland, the adult men in the tribe basically have no way to live, and they are lucky.

After some contact, according to Li Shuo's request, the Bamucuo tribe handed over all the weapons, a large amount of property, and leather goods, but only the patriarch's scimitar was retained.

All the horses were also handed over, and the sergeants of the war battalion were converted from infantry to mounted infantry.

The women, children, and the elderly were separated, and the rest of the men from the Bamtso Department began to dismantle the camp, pack the carts, and drive the cattle and sheep that could not be seen at a glance, and slowly advance towards the unknown territory to the south.

Due to Li Shuo's request, the Bamucuo tribe left a yurt in the camp, anyway, they died so many people, they couldn't use it if they brought too much.

Moving the camp, the fastest speed of the Bamtso tribe also wasted a day, and the dozen or so Mongolian men who escaped from the tribe, Li Shuo didn't mention it, and the patriarch didn't want to mention it.

Anyway, the traces on the tribal migration route are still very dense, and even if they are covered, it is difficult to escape the eyes of the tracking rangers.

During this day, including Li Shuo, all the infantry and cavalry spent their lives gnawing on dry food and drinking cold water, and the fire/guns and rifles in the hands of all the sergeants were kept against the rifled fire.

Deep in the grassland, behind the hall of the two chariots, there were firefighters/gunners and cavalry on the left and right, and the Bamtso troops rushed to the vicinity of the unknown ditch before nightfall the next day.

In the dark and cold night, the cold wind turned into a breeze, although it was still shady, but it was not so cold that it was untenable.

"A team of 100 people, set off overnight, and the man walked in front," After gnawing on the hard rod of jerky, the patriarch of the Bamucuo tribe received an order from Li Shuo, and in desperation, he personally led a team of young people, under the glance of the sergeants on both sides, and walked into the big ditch.

Touching the scimitar in his arms, he had already decided that as long as he found the right opportunity, he would incite his people to riot and kill people and seize guns; Because the men in the tribe were not searched, he believed that there were many people who were hiding sharp blades.

It's just that it is not yet clear how many Galen tribe warriors there are nearby, and it is unknown how many cavalry there are in the Sichi tribe, so we need to wait and see.

Inside the deep ditch, there are more than a dozen guards guarding the "small black house", each of whom has a hand lamp in his hand, and the inside of the ditch is like daylight.

"Go in, keep going," a Mongolian guard with an indifferent face told the Bamtso tribal chief, and then looked at the middle-aged man with a burly face and stepped onto the flat steel ground.

A group of people walked into the long passage, without stopping for a moment, and soon there was no movement silently, and before the guards could come to their senses, another group of Mongolian young men walked over with Luo hoop legs.

More than 5,000 Mongolian young men walked into the ditch without stopping, and behind them, the old people of the Bamtso tribe, hundreds of old-looking and ugly women, led young children, and walked in.

"Brother Li, is this this," Standing beside Li Shuo, Yang Shibai looked at the flow of people under the ditch and couldn't bear to speak, but his words were rudely interrupted by Li Shuo.

"Isn't it cruel? Well, don't you just want to say this, hehe," sneered twice, Li Shuo touched the scar on his neck, "Tartar can't wait to eat our meat,"

"I followed the adult, and I almost died at the hands of the Tartar a few times, before I met the adult, Xue Zilong and I were still slaves of the Tartar, and I don't know if I can live tomorrow after today,"

"As for them, it is already a blessing to die in peace, better than a fire/gun shattering their heads,"

"The bloodline of the Bamtso tribe will not disappear, but it will only naturalize the Galen tribe," Li Shuo smiled happily, pointing to the five hundred Mongolian women huddled together, as well as hundreds of girls.

"They will be told that the tribesmen of the Bamtso tribe have gone to a distant pasture to raise horses and sheep for adults, and the grassland is so big, and there is not a single gunshot, isn't it good," a faint red light crossed the depths of his eyes, and Li Shuo raised his face and took a deep breath of cool air.

He is the deputy commander, but Yang Eighteen, the commander, is indeed not in a good mood.

Go back, and suggest that the adults reward this guy with a mid-level powerful pill, Li Shuo said secretly in his heart. Since it is a family, the heart must be in one place.

In a tribe of nearly 10,000 people, there were less than seven hundred women left, and Yang Shiba's heart was slightly cold, and he didn't want to say anything more.

The large herds of cattle and sheep were also driven into the ditch, but the Mongol women remained in a barracks tent, guarded by knives and Chekhhassan; The captive tribe has its own consciousness of being a captive, and these women know it in their hearts, so they will not make trouble.

Two hundred miles away in Eagle Claw Fort, Xiao Ye, who was lying in the military house, suddenly received information from the processing center and could extract the upper-grade powerful pill.

Because of the shortage of herbal raw materials, only a small amount of a dozen pieces can be extracted, but the initial product can take out nearly 1,000 pieces.

"Yes, Li Shuo and they must have succeeded," Xiao Ye got up and got off the kang, walked to the door and instructed the guards outside, and began to prepare to count the thunderbolts in the warehouse, and the transport vehicle believed that it would be back soon.