Although he did not use the Tianquan Sword Soul, Luo Ming's fighting spirit as a swordsman had been fully blessed on the blade, not to mention sharpening iron like clay, but he almost regarded the flesh and skin as nothing, even if it was a thick leather coat comparable to armor, it was no different from a layer of solid cloth when chopped, and the bones of people and horses were just a few pencils, which only caused a slight obstacle.

The blade of the sword swept directly over the horse's head, and then drew a smooth line on the head man's body.

The neighing of the horses and the roar of the leader mingled with the cacophony before abruptly ceased.

The pressure of the blood was released from the wound, pushing most of the horse's head and half of the man's upper body apart from the rest of the body, and falling out with the original body.

This scene is completely worthy of the word "broken".

In the next moment, Luo Ming stuck his sword in the ground, grabbed the spear of the leader, and threw it at the rider who had attacked him with the dark arrow.

The distance of five meters was crossed almost instantly, and the rider subconsciously dodged, although he was not directly poked in the heart, but he was also pierced through the shoulder by the riding spear and fell off the horse.

The rest of the riders who rode into the camp were about to strike at the soldiers who formed the spear formation, wielding swords and clubs, but they were blocked by the paper armor, and even though they suffered several wounds, they could not kill them immediately.

At this moment, from behind the spearmen, several more halberds stretched out!

And the tragic death of the head man was really horrifying, Luo Ming immediately cut off his head and picked it up with a spear, which could be seen within a radius of 100 meters nearby.

These brave men who finally broke in were quickly overwhelmed by this last straw.

At this moment, cheers gradually sounded around them, and the enemies in other directions were also annihilated, or fell to their knees and surrendered.

Six riders went around the flank of the camp, ready to attack from a direction that seemed to lack defenders, but Luo Ming carried the Tiger Squat Cannon this time, just because of its lightness and high-speed maneuverability, the artillerymen immediately moved the two guns in that direction, and then waited for the six unlucky ghosts to be ten meters away before firing, and the result was obvious.

A few more herdsmen dismounted and walked, armed with blunt instruments and axes, intent on violently demolishing a short section of the wagon camp to open the gap, but they were only halfway through when four spears came out from behind the curtain and stabbed them, and a petty officer stood on the cart and brandished his halberd, taking the opportunity to open the heads of two enemies.

The few who scattered and shot arrows indiscriminately into the camp also gave up this useless resistance and surrendered one after another after witnessing all this, especially Luo Ming's sword and the high mobility of the tiger squat cannon.

After all, the battles between nomads are generally close to the struggles of wild beasts in nature, and although the losers may be humiliated and abused, most of them will still be absorbed into the tribe by the victors, after all, the population is the source of power, and the victors generally do not kill prisoners indiscriminately.

However, Luo Ming didn't plan to just cheap them.

It would be a bit of a waste to kill them all, to be honest, but he couldn't do it without some impressive punishment, and he had already had an idea about it.

It took about an hour to clean the battlefield and count the prisoners and horses, and Luo Ming waited a little longer before he came to the captives.

"A few days ago, you attacked a caravan and they left a truckload of cargo and fled. Whose idea was that? Who took the lead? Who killed the members of the caravan?"

Looking at their pale faces, Luo Ming continued to speak slowly in the lingua franca with a dialect accent: "Whoever points out these people first, I will return his clothes to him and give him broth to drink!"

It was almost ten o'clock now, and they had probably not eaten anything since they had been awakened by Luo Ming in the morning, and they had participated in the battle again, and they were almost hungry.

Luo Ming also had the soldiers take off their fur coats when they were captured, and they were frozen for more than an hour in the cold March weather, and some of them were already shivering and sneezing.

The hot broth and clothing were not a small temptation to them, and in addition to this, Luo Ming was now killing them, and there was a reward for identifying the murderers, and a harsher punishment for refusing to identify them, and this fear should not be underestimated.

Seeing that they were still hesitating, Luo Ming didn't plan to give them much time for psychological struggle, so he immediately pointed at two people casually and asked the soldiers to drag them aside and kill them.

It seems to be casual, but in fact, the two Luo Ming is referring to are young and middle-aged men, and there is obvious unconvincing and hatred in their eyes.

Listening to the cries and screams of being killed as they were dragged away, fear completely destroyed the sanity of the remaining captives, and they immediately began to identify each other, almost like a bustling city.

If you think about it with your little toes, there must be false accusations and nonsense in this, and even the murderer himself will definitely try to frame others while defending himself.

However, Luo Ming didn't care about this, he casually glanced around, picked out the five people who had been accused the most, and asked the soldiers to pull aside.

"Is there anyone else?" Luo Ming's cold voice sounded again.

The captives were stunned for a moment, and immediately began the second round of mutual accusations, and there must have been more random climbing in this round, but this was exactly what Luo Ming wanted.

The very act of identifying each other was to break the trust between the herders of the tribe, who was going to turn most of the captives into slaves, and if the slaves were too united, it would be difficult to control, and there could be a collective escape or riot.

In this round, he pulled five more people out.

The ten "sinners" were kept in solitary care, cursing incessantly, but at the sound of the curses, the captives did not have any courage, and fell to their knees under the gaze of Lockin and his army, almost burying their heads and faces in the earth.

Luo Ming didn't intend to let the ten people live too long, their death itself, and their corpses, were still useful - he waved his hand, and the soldier would be able to carry out the order.

Soldiers who had not yet killed anyone, or whose psychological qualities were not sufficient, were gathered together, armed with spears, and stabbed the sinners one by one.

Next, the soldiers, under the orders of Luo Ming, threw themselves into a project.

At about two o'clock in the afternoon, a dirt bag about four meters high and six meters wide appeared on this grassland.

The corpses of the slain enemies and captives, as well as some horse corpses, were embedded on the outside of the dirt bag.

If you don't know that the inside is a dirt bag, at first glance, you will really think that it is a mountain of corpses formed by the accumulation of hundreds or thousands of corpses.