Tim Shibai slowly walked up to Tabacus, laboriously picking up the white robe on the ground and draping it over his naked body.

Tabac was startled, and stood up suddenly, his blood-red eyes staring at Mu Shibai: "You! I don't believe you! "How could Tarbacus, who had been trafficked and castrated as a child, struggling to survive the brutal and inhuman training, trust others just by saying something?

He smiled calmly: "I know! I'm ready! Uh, Tarbacs, please help me, my broken arm can't help! Tabac looked at Tumu Shibai suspiciously: "What are you going to do?" ”

"Untie my pants! I'm going to be just like you! Tabac looked at the calm expression of the Mu Shibai and nodded: "Okay! I'll help you! After speaking, he grabbed the broken arm that was no longer bleeding and broke it hard.

Click, the broken bones are back in place. He almost fainted in pain, and he bit down on the placket of his shirt and tore off a small arm that was bleeding again.

Sting! The pants were torn apart by Tabac! Tabacus handed over an incomparably sharp knife and stared at him.

Jimu Shibai took the knife, looked at his crotch, and laughed. Swing a knife! When there is a bang, the knife falls to the ground!

He rolled back and forth on the ground in pain, and blood was scattered everywhere! Tabac pressed down on the Mu Shibai, and the gray-brown powder from a jade bottle was sprinkled on the wound!

"Someone! Bundle it up! Tabac shouted, and several guards walked in from outside, holding down the struggling Timber Shibai and tying them up.

"Put him here, and you guys get out!" Tabac didn't know what he was thinking, waved his hand and drove out of the guards, staring blankly at the fainting Jimu Shibai!

Half a month later, on a dark and windy night, a cavalry quietly approached the Ming army camp! The soldiers were very tired from the battle, and they defeated the alliance of the five countries, annihilated all the Ottomans, and killed the Ottoman Sultan Selim, which made the Ming army in a fluttering joy all day long.

The groveling of the Three Kingdoms made the Ming army slowly lose its vigilance. The Giram Corps rushed into the camp of the Ming army with thousands of people, and as soon as they entered the camp, they all dispersed, like mercury pouring into the ground, and instantly melted into the darkness!

The fire is blazing! The shouting of killing shook the sky! Zhu Houzhao jumped up and picked up his beloved god spirit.

The waiter outside the tent shouted: "Long live the lord! Barbarian sneak attack! ”

"Jiang Bin! Jiang Bin! Jiang Bin has already gotten up, as a veteran general who has been in the army for many years, he did not panic at the first time.

"Order Bao Dahai to organize defense, order Wan Songlin to destroy the enemy, and everyone who does not participate in the enemy is not allowed to use soul chasing guns, but can only use shotguns to defend. Raise the hot air balloon immediately..." One order after another was issued, and the chaotic Ming army camp gradually took on the appearance of an army!

Gherdi looked at the Ming army that was constantly organized, and shouted indifferently: "Girham! Kill! "The most terrifying thing about the Gillam Corps is that every member of the regiment is a poor person struggling in purgatory, no one cares about their own lives, and for them it is a happiness to die early!

So when Gherdi gave the order, no one hesitated, and the killing machines were completely activated, indifferently harvesting lives, or being harvested by others.

The night was completely dark, and there were no stars and moons in the sky. The sound of killing shook the sky, and every soldier of the Ming army was panicked, holding his weapon nervously.

Wan Songlin rushed out of the garrison with a regiment of the Wing Army, and ordered to several battalion commanders around him: "Every soldier wears a white towel on his left arm, and those who dare to run around will be killed!" In addition, all shotguns are used, and fire phoenixes and soul chasing guns are not allowed, so as not to be injured by mistake! Hunt down the Gillam Corps now! "The bands of winged troops disappeared into the darkness and rushed towards the flickering fire, and then the gunfire rang out!

Gherdi watched coldly as the warriors of the Gillam Legion died one after another, without the slightest expression on his face.

His eyes are not here, but Zhu Houzhao's Chinese army camp! The camp of the Ming army is in the shape of a chessboard, the left army and the right army are distinct, and now the fire is only the left army everywhere, and the right army and the middle army are quiet.

Suddenly! The sound of horses' hooves suddenly rose, and a large group of unformed Gillam cavalry rushed towards the Chinese army camp with torches in hand!

The camp of the Chinese army was also lit up for the first time, and five rows of Ming soldiers stood there quietly with shotguns in their hands!

Ling Hu Xingcai looked coldly at the equally indifferent Giram cavalry, and raised his right hand high: "Ready!" Put! Second row ready! Put! "Classic three-dan strike!

The classic tactics of the Musketers, coupled with the more advanced shotguns, unexpectedly showed double the ferocious firepower and effect in the face of the Gillam Corps without longbows!

The war horses fell one after another between fifty and thirty paces away from the Ming army, and the ground was full of cold light, and each Damascus scimitar was enough to become a work of art!

And those emotionless killing machines have weird smiles on their stiff faces! Ling Hu Xingcai always felt that something was wrong there, but he couldn't see the enemy's intentions, so he could only keep looking left and right, trying to find out the strangeness behind the opponent's senseless death.

Sure enough, a violent explosion sounded behind the Chinese army's big tent! Zhu Houzhao roared, and ran back with a few attendants in the spirit style!

In the darkness, countless Giram warriors abandoned their horses and rushed into the Chinese army. On the smoking chest is a square cloth bag.

Rumble! In the blink of an eye, the cloth bag exploded, setting off a gust of wind, which was full of the flesh and blood of the Giram soldiers, and directly flew the Ming soldiers who were relatively close!

"Dead man!" Zhu Houzhao just arrived and immediately understood the current situation! He roared angrily, and the divine flame in his hand bloomed into tongues of fire!

Da-da-da-da! Dada! Zhu Houzhao is worthy of being a rare emperor immediately, he was born a warrior, and his skills after years of hard training shine!

Short point shooting, long point shooting, guns chasing souls; A sparkling explosive bag flies in the darkness and explodes with one shot!

Click! The bullets are gone! Zhu Houzhao quickly lowered his body, took out the magazine on his chest with one hand, knocked the magazine on the gun, pulled the magazine with his hand, and came back to life again!

Sou! A long arrow was shot in the dark, Zhu Houzhao dodged with a roll, and the moment he rolled, the tongue of fire flashed, and the black shadow that rushed over from the opposite side fell to the ground!

Da Da Da, Da, Zhu Houzhao replaced the magazine with one hand again without thinking, and the firepower continued to be fierce, directly withstanding the opponent's attack!

The Ming army camp was full of gunfire, and the city of Samarkand immediately got the news. Awakened, Ismaili immediately summoned his henchmen to find out what was going on.

Gary Gul and Shaybani also hurried in, waiting for news.

"Shah, it's a Gillam cavalry raiding the Ming army!"

"Impossible!" Gary Gul retorted loudly. Ismaili looked at Gary Gul and shook his head: "Gary Gul, it's better to check it out." Garigul looked furious and retorted loudly: "Shah, the Giram regiment of Makrum is the most loyal warrior in the world, they have no family, no friends, no feelings, they will never do such a thing!" Ismaili turned to look at Malayev: "Malayev, did our people see it with their own eyes?" Malayev shook his head: "It's too dark, and it is impossible for us to approach the camp of the Ming army, but we can see in the telescope that the people who attacked the Ming army are wearing the armor of the Gillam regiment!" Garigul stood up uneasily: "No, I must go and see." That's impossible! Shaybani dissuaded: "Garigul, if it is really the rebellion of the Gillam Corps, have you not thrown yourself into the net?" Garigul turned his head and smiled confidently: "I am their leader, their sultan!" Ismaili also persuaded: "Garigul, you must know that it is not too much to be careful ten thousand times, and one carelessness may regret it for life." Garigul smiled and shook his head: "Dear Shah, I am also a member of the Giram Corps, I have no descendants, Tabac is my son, the position of the Sultan will be his in the future, he has no reason to betray!" "This was not the case in the early years of the Makrumu Empire, which had a hereditary sultan.

But things changed when the Gillam Corps became the mainstay of the Empire. At the beginning of the 14th century, the Giram Corps mutinied and killed the king, and the leader of the Giram Corps became the Sultan.

Gary Ghar is right, he is also a member of the Giram Corps, and the current head of the Giram Corps, Tabacs, has a good relationship with Ghargul, and he was also cultivated by Gary Ghar as the next Sultan, and there is really no reason to betray.

The sound of horses' hooves was urgent, shattering the silence outside Samarkand. Garigul led a group of Giram cavalry to the camp outside the city.

Don't look at the confidence that Garigul said in the city, but after approaching the barracks, he still felt a little sluggish in his heart.

He sent his chamberlain to inform Tabacs, and he looked at the camp with binoculars on a hill in the distance.

In a short time, the barracks gates were open and brightly lit. With the handsome face of Tarbacus in the telescope, Gary Gul finally relented and drove his horse to the barracks.

"Your Majesty the Sultan!" Tabac jumped off his horse and got down on one knee and asked suspiciously, "Why are you here so late?" Could it be that the Ming Empire is going to war with us again? Gary Gul completely let down his guard, pulled up Tabacs, and patted him on the shoulder affectionately: "Go, say it in the camp!" Entering the barracks, Garigul suddenly felt that something was wrong, and the Giram corps in the barracks was neatly armed and fully armed, even with helmets on.

As soon as he turned around, he walked out: "Tabac, Ismaili asked me to check the situation of the Gillam Corps, it seems that you are in command very well, I still don't need to look at it!" Tabac stood in front of him, with a faint smile on his face, but this smile revealed a cold one!

"Don't worry, Your Majesty Sultan Garigul. Ismaili guessed correctly, it was the Gillam Corps that raided the Ming army! "A figure staggered out of Tabac's tent!