Begging tribes.

The fire burned brightly, lighting up the night sky.

Countless people frantically frantically fetched water from the river to extinguish the fire, but the fire was blown by the wind, and it was useless to splash the little water.

"Dignified!"

Suddenly, a rapid warning sounded, sharp and piercing.

An army roared in the moonlight, like a deadly Grim Reaper.

The Turks were furious, and they didn't move their things, they got on their horses one after another, and some people even roared angrily: "The enemy attacked, all get on your horses, pick up your swords, go and kill them, protect the people, and take revenge!" ”

"Protect your clansmen and take revenge!"

Countless men roared and jumped on their horses and rushed out of the tribe.

Soon, the more people were gathered, the Turks were on their horses as soldiers, and it was not a matter of getting off their horses to be people, and there was no such thing as a standing army, and they could fight if needed, even men and women.

Countless people rushed out of the tribe's gates and launched a counter-charge against the rushing team.

It was the special operations regiment that came over, in Luo Ying's world, the special operations regiment was a special regiment capable of fighting, taking the lead, staring at the front with tiger eyes, the corners of his mouth hooked up with a touch of disdain, and the Mo knife in his hand pointed forward, shouting: "Brothers, the previous ambush battle was just child's play, take them down, and kill the majesty of our special operations regiment!" ”

"Kill!"

Everyone behind him roared angrily, their morale was like a rainbow, and the Mo knife in their hands reflected the moonlight, gloomy and cold.

The Mo knife is about three meters long, the handle is long, it needs to be held in both hands, the knife is also very long, the blade on both sides can be cracked, chopped, teased, burned, and can also be stabbed as a spear, which can be called a battlefield killing weapon, the weight is not light, ordinary people can't wield it at all, but for the people of the special combat group, the weight is just right.

The two teams quickly collided together, Luo Yingmo shot like lightning with a knife, easily stabbed one person to death with the advantage of Mo Dao Chang, threw his arm away, threw the person out, injured and cut over one person, and then the direction was very sassy, and easily cut down one person, the action was crisp and neat.

The others also rode their horses and rushed in, the long knife was facing forward, it was too long, the knife in the hands of the Turks was only about two feet, and they were assassinated if they couldn't reach the opponent at all, and many people wanted to cut the Mo knife away, but the special combat regiment had trained the Mo knife horse combat technique, which was mainly stabbing, that is, quickly out of the knife, quickly closing the knife, and then stabbing out.

Seeing the Turks cracking, everyone quickly put away their knives to avoid crackling, and even some people were not afraid of cracking at all, relying on the strength of the Mo knife, they stabbed directly and assassinated the person.

The long knife is like a forest, the swallow is like a poisonous snake, where can the Turks stop it, and a large piece will fall in an instant.

Mo knife was originally a big killing weapon of infantry to cavalry, a knife down, people and horses are broken, but when used in cavalry warfare, as long as the strength is enough, the knife is closed, the knife is out, and then the knife is retracted, a simple move to stab, but no one can stop it.

Luo Ying kept out the knife, and then out of the knife, I don't know how many I killed, I shouted happily, suddenly felt empty in front of me, no one was there, and when I looked back, the brothers followed and killed, the knife was fierce, and the murderous spirit was soaring, leaving only corpses and wailing Turkic wounded soldiers all over the ground, and none of them fell off the horse, and they were immediately overjoyed.

At this time, a team of several hundred people rushed out of the tribe, wearing leather armor, and surrounded a few elders to come out, and it was different at first glance, Luo Ying estimated that it was the leader of the tribe and the like, and shouted excitedly: "Brothers, rush forward and kill them all!" ”

"Kill!"

Everyone echoed in unison, murderous.

"Kill!"

Not to be outdone, the people who came rushed up with their swords and swords.

The two teams were like two rushing torrents, slamming together, blood splattering, like flowers of death blooming in the moonlight, demonic, cold, and terrifying.

Luo Ying killed several people in one go, and the direct killing was covered in blood, the Mo knife turned into a bloody knife, his legs were clamped to the ground, and the people and horses were one, rushing up to kill, like killing Shura.

"It's not another tribe that is attacking, who are you?" A man rushed forward, armed with a mallet.

The horse lance is the favorite weapon used by the Central Plains generals, and the grassland Turks can't make it, they are obviously snatched from the Tang Dynasty, and they have the blood of the Tang people on their hands, Luo Ying glared angrily and shouted: "The one who killed you!" ”

"Arrogance, Lao Tzu killed you." The other party was furious, and the horse lance stabbed.

Luo Ying greeted him without showing weakness, and on the side of his body, he easily avoided the assassination, and the Mo knife slammed forward.

The other party was so frightened that he hurriedly returned to the defense, trying to block the Mo knife.

"Kacha!" With a bang, the sharp edge of the Mo knife cut off the horse lance.

Except for the spear head, the horse lance is made of hardwood, unlike the Mo knife, which is made of steel throughout.

Luo Ying's generation of martial arts idiots, his strange strength is a little worse than Xue Rengui, the power of the Mo knife is not reduced, and the other party is so frightened that he quickly abandoned the horse and rolled to the ground, and the sharp Mo knife slashed on the horse's back and did not enter.

The war horse stabbed in pain, screamed and jumped around, stepped on the person who fell to the ground, and fled frantically.

"Ahh The other party let out a heart-rending scream, and several ribs were trampled on.

Luo Yingmo stabbed the knife fiercely,

Killing the other party with a knife, he looked at one of them with a cold gaze and shouted, "You are the leader of the tribe?" ”

"You're not Turkic?" The other party asked rhetorically in Tang language, which was not very proficient.

"Let your people surrender, or they will all be killed, and the beggar tribe will be wiped out from now on." Luo Ying shouted coldly, full of domineering.

The other party looked around, hundreds of elite guards had been slaughtered, and there were not many tribesmen left, and if they were killed, they would really wipe out the clan, his face turned pale, but he said unwillingly: "Sneak attack my begging department, the great and end king will definitely avenge us." ”

There are many Turkic tribes living along the Mo River, and they respect the king of the lower reaches of the Mo River, and establish the Mo Kingdom City to rule the Quartet.

Luo Ying was bold, but no matter what the end of the kingdom, if it wasn't for the purpose of obtaining information, he would not let the other party surrender at all, and kill him directly, seeing that the other party refused, he raised his Mo knife impatiently, with awe-inspiring killing intent, and shouted coldly: "The last chance, surrender, or die!" ”

The strong killing intent is domineering and decisive!

The other party felt Luo Ying's ruthlessness, panicked in his heart, and hurriedly said: "The beggar department can surrender, but you promise not to kill anyone again and treat my people well." ”

"Now it's Lao Tzu's people, you go and die." Luo Ying impatiently swung his knife and slashed down.

"Wait a minute, I surrender, surrender!" The other party was so frightened that he hurriedly shouted.

The Mo knife stopped only a few inches away from the opponent's neck, and the cold knife wind was terrifying.

The other party was so frightened that he was in a cold sweat, and after Luo Ying put away the knife, he hurriedly shouted in Turkic: "Warriors, put down the knife in your hand, all for the sake of living and reproducing." ”

"No—"

Many people shouted angrily and continued to rush and kill, but without exception, they were all killed.

Everyone was shocked by the terrifying combat effectiveness and ferocious methods of the special operations group, plus the leader gave an order, they dropped their weapons one after another, looked back at the tribe, looked at their families, their eyes were full of despair and helplessness, the annexation of Turkic tribes to each other happens from time to time, and if they lose, they will lose together, everyone is accustomed to it, and some accept their fate.

Luo Ying didn't get used to it, and shouted: "Brothers, keep an eye on the point, whoever dares to resist, don't be killed!" ”

"Obey!" The crowd roared into orders.

Luo Ying pointed to an open area and continued to shout to the tribal leader: "Let your people put down their weapons and go over there to concentrate, squat, hold their heads, wait for processing, whoever dares to move, kill them all, go quickly." ”

The tribal leader did not dare to resist anymore, and hurriedly gave an order in Turkic, and the Turks looked at each other and slowly walked in the designated direction, desperate and helpless.

At this time, a soldier came over and said quickly: "Regiment commander, the young master is back." ”

"Where?" Luo Ying was overjoyed, and she didn't know what to do with it later.

Soon, a team came from behind, led by Qin Huaidao.

Qin Huaidao didn't expect the special combat group to kill so quickly, so strongly, he had already succeeded, he was overjoyed, and motioned Lin Ping to take the others to support the other passerby, and even the guard battalion followed to supervise, and came to Luo Ying's side one person and one horse.

"Uncle, this is the tribal leader." Luo Ying hurriedly said.

"What about translation?"

"You don't need to translate, this guy can speak some Tang Chinese."

Qin Huaidao looked at the other party, and then looked at the honest captive, with some emotion in his heart, and said softly: "There are two kinds of animals in the grassland, wolves and sheep, I heard that the Turks are as fierce as wolves, plundering everywhere, but for the sake of tribal reproduction, they will be as tame as lambs, willing to be slaves, and when they have the opportunity to jump out and bite the master to death, will you?" As he spoke, he looked at the tribal leader coldly, and his killing intent burst out.