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These days, the looted property is not hesitated to be discarded on the road, and even in order to snatch the horses, the same clan is against each other, the wolf is the wolf, and before the Guanning iron horse kills, the flesh and blood of his own people trampled by the war horse have filled most of the river valley road.

Just when the more than 10,000 nomadic troops fled to the northwest in a hurry, killing the tiger's mouth from below, and another hussar force slammed out, seeing the terrifying black dragon Min character banner in the afternoon sunset, the panicked steppe wolf completely collapsed.

The panicked retreat of the defeated Anguo and Nasebo led to the collapse of the entire Tocharian tribe, and the Min army barely released a few arrows, and the tribe of more than 10,000 cavalry fled westward.

At this moment, Wan Yan's subordinates charged out, released a bunch of arrows, and killed dozens of them, thousands of steppe wolves knelt on the ground and wailed in surrender, while the rest scattered and fled and never became an army again.

If you just entered the customs, whether it was the Tocharians, Sogdians, or Alans, they could fight bravely for a while, and even if they couldn't fight, they would be able to make the Guanning Iron Cavalry pay some price.

But now, from the nobles to the warriors below, everyone has grabbed a bowl full of money, and they have become rich, but they cherish their names, and everyone is afraid of death.

The warning fired arrows from the left and right, shooting to death the steppe wolves who fled left and right, and the cavalry that had been beaten by the end of the face and the bones were divided into two left and right, and surrounded these defeated soldiers like cattle.

has been running for two days and two nights, the Anren and the Nasebo people have completely become frightened birds, kneeling down and kowtowing to their own lives, driving the other Tocharians to lose the fighting spirit at all, the bow and arrow scimitar was thrown to the ground, and obediently walked out with his head in accordance with the order of the Guanning Iron Horseman.

I didn't notice that the faces of Guan Ning's iron cavalry soldiers under their black helmets were also extremely tired.

By the time Yao Geluo caught up, more than half of the steppe wolf captives had been tied into strings of grasshoppers, on one rope, boundless, and at the other end, swords, guns, bows and arrows were piled up into a hill, and groups of grassland war horses were also restlessly stepping on their hooves.

It's a pity that seeing this situation, Yao Geluo couldn't be happy, but rode over quite angrily, and shouted and reprimanded him when he was far away: "Old Wanyan, didn't you let you keep a batch of defeated soldiers?" Why have you been caught? ”

pushed away the guards in front of him, but Wan Yan Aguda, who had won the battle, also looked helpless and depressed, and shouted in the face of Yao Geluo.

"Chief, the sergeants have reached their limit, even if people can grit their teeth and persevere, the horses can't hold on!"

This time, Li Jie's battle plan was very similar to that of the later Houjin, taking advantage of Khorasan's vast strategic detour space to encroach on the army that dragged the steppe wolf, tempting it to divide his troops, and then no matter how many ways he came, he only used the Guanning Iron Cavalry all the way as a superior force to fight over.

In the past two days, this tactic has indeed been successful, relying on the superiority of troops and surprise attacks, the Guanning Iron Cavalry has eaten three steppe wolf armies such as Anguo, Nasebo, and Tocharia, but the problem has also emerged.

After all, men and horses are not machines, four or five days of rapid running, even eating, drinking, and Lazar are on horseback, even if the iron cavalry is the most elite army of the empire, and it has reached a limit without sleep, and even if people can endure it with endurance, the horse has no patriotic fight, and the fanatical ideal of worshipping the prime minister, even if one person has three horses, the continuous change of horses makes these tall Arabian high-class mounts unbearable.

"Look, Boss!"

Carrying Yao Geluo all the way to the camp, there were dirty and foul-smelling soldiers everywhere, especially war horses, constantly carrying their hooves back and forth beside the hay pile.

Yao Geluo is also from the grassland and knows the most about horses, he also knows that this is a manifestation of the fatigue of the war horse to the limit, looked around, and reluctantly gave an order.

"The whole army rests on the spot to replenish drinking water, trim until the sun sets, and select some spies from the captives to let them go first, so that they can disturb the morale of the Shan tribe."

After several days of hard fighting, they could finally get a short rest and eat a hot meal, around the Sange River, the food squad took a cauldron and beat the river water, burned the camel dung and horse dung and lit the fire, and the groups of iron cavalry dragged their tired bodies downstream to wash the filth on their bodies.

It was a peaceful and peaceful appearance, but Yao Geluo, who was patrolling the camp back and forth, was a little anxious, and in the evening half a night, maybe this group of Central Asian wolves would have fled.

Distressed and helpless, patting the horses, just when Yao Geluo was at a loss, suddenly the neighing of the horses came, looking at the other side of the Central Asian war horse that was a head shorter than his mount and captured, Yao Geluo's eyes lit up again.

Amid the rumbling of horses' hooves, as many as 10,000 horsemen drove out of the camp.

In the evening, the camp of the Shan people not far away was already in chaos, and the defeated soldiers who fled back to the front line during the day brought the news that there was a large number of powerful Fujian cavalry that broke three of their own armies in a row, so that everyone in the huge camp was in danger, and the Alans were worried about packing their bags and preparing to deal with the sudden raid, while the nobles were arguing about whether to fight or leave.

Killed into the hinterland of Khorasan, money, cloth, grain, livestock and even slaves, the Alans plundered too much, these brought back to the steppe, enough for the Alans to live a worry-free life for a year or two, if they want to escape, so these spoils must be abandoned.

Just give up like this, the Alans are really reluctant, but they can fight, and they can't make up their minds about this confidence.

"Great Elder, don't hesitate, fight with those Fujian people, when have the wolves who eat meat and graze on the grassland ever been afraid of those two-legged sheep?"

There were three scars on his left cheek, and the fierce Commander Alan shouted fiercely with a scimitar.

But before he could finish speaking, the Alan military advisor on the side, the great wizard with a white beard wearing an old sheepskin jacket, immediately retorted with a sad face: "There are not only Tang people in the army of the Fujian Kingdom, but there are many Turkic people, as well as other fierce people from the Far East, who are not inferior to our Fujian people in their brave battles."

"Now that we have received enough food from the land of the Persians to survive the cold spring, we are too greedy for the gods to abandon our Alans."

The Great Wizard and the Commander represented the two attitudes of the nobility, and the eldest Great Chieftain also swayed from side to side, drifting, and finally fell viciously on the defeated soldier of the Sebo who was kneeling in the center, trembling.

The muscles were knotted, and Zheng's leather armor was tightened, and a pair of arms were fiercely carried on the collar of the defeated soldier, and he was picked up directly, and the commander of the Alan people glared at him viciously with a pair of bull's eyes and asked: "Say, how many troops do the Fujian people have, and how much can they fight?"

almost didn't cry to death, the defeated soldier's whole face twitched together, and he replied sadly by his neck: "I really don't know!"

"The people of Fujian are like ghosts, as soon as we arrived at a camp, the Fujian people caught up, as if they were out of nowhere, one by one like death knights from hell, they can't be killed by slashing with knives, and they can't be killed by arrows, which is terrifying."

"Fart, how can there be such a person!"

The arm of the strange force fell down fiercely, and in the rattling sound, the unlucky defeated soldier lay on the ground and protruded a mouthful of black blood, and he was no longer alive, and around this, Captain Alan still roared angrily: "This group of waste wood!"

At this moment, the herald outside suddenly came in again, and fell to the ground.

"Tell the chief, Lord Anguo Hu Wax Department has fled back with his generals!"

As soon as they heard the news, the dozen or so Alan nobles in the tent were all in good spirits, and all they heard in the afternoon were the news of the defeat on the front line, but all the people who came back with the news were small soldiers, and there was no nobleman with vision, so that they could never grasp the real situation on the front line.

Without waiting for the big chief to agree, Commander Alan had already roared in a rough voice: "What are you still doing in a daze, prepare wine and meat, please!"

In the center of the tent, a pig is bubbling with oil in the blazing fire, and the smell of precious spices looted from the Tun Tianzhuang makes its smell mouth-watering.

Holding the hot wine in the middle, wrapped in a blanket, this Lord of the Anguo Wax Department has always been a little sorry for the image, sweating profusely on his forehead, his hands can't stop trembling, his brown and yellow beard is messy, and he has drunk two bowls of hot wine but he can't suppress the horror.

Seeing this appearance, the Aran nobles were all apprehensive, and after a while, the fierce and terrifying Alan Thousand Commanders cautiously asked: "Lord Rosemary, what does the cavalry of the Min people look like, and is the combat effectiveness really so terrifying?"

"No, that's right! The fighting power of the Min people is terrifying! ”

Rosemary nodded his frightened head fiercely.

"They, they are about 30,000 or so, there are many of them, they are well-equipped, especially they are extremely good at cavalry warfare, the assault power is amazing, the terrible spears of the Min people are enough to tear the cavalry formation of any grassland warrior, only the first round of charge, my command was killed by the Min people Seven or eight out of ten, the king was killed, and then I was chased by the Min people for four days and three nights, and the various departments were almost crushed at the touch of a button."

Listening to the narration of this other lord, the hearts of more than ten Alan nobles were so cold that chrysanthemums, their faces were solemn, and the great wizard pleaded his chest and saluted to the chief of Alan and said, "Chief, for the sake of the continuation of the tribe, will you withdraw your troops?"

The commander of the main battle faction was also silent, but just as the big chief hesitantly raised his wrinkled wrist with gold leaves, Rosemary, who had poured a bowl of hot wine, suddenly stood up again and slammed the bowl to the ground.

"The Min army is also a person, within four days they broke three in a row, and the pursuit was fast for thousands of miles, even if they were brave and good at fighting and well-equipped, now they are also sleepy and tired, and they are extremely tired, it seems that the Min army is the most aggressive moment, but in fact it is also the weakest opportunity for the Min army!"

From the great chief of the Alans to the nobles below, their eyes suddenly lit up again......