In the long sand, a few ragged herdsmen clenched their broken sabers and bows and arrows, and watched vigilantly at the smoke and dust billowing behind the dunes......

A group of more than 500 cavalrymen dressed in different clothes rushed up to the dunes, the horses trampling the ground restlessly, and the leader looked coldly at the herdsmen and a herd of dirty sheep under the dunes.

Several herdsmen looked at each other, then sighed and put away their weapons, while the group of knights turned a blind eye and began to beckon the baggage caravan behind them to begin to set up a rudimentary camp.

The two old herdsmen trembled and led a few fat sheep to the camp of this suspected horse bandit, bent down and bowed...... "The lowly shepherd of the Kereh tribe has come to meet the general here and offer the fattest sheep to the general......

The two guards, holding spears and bows and arrows in their hands, looked at each other, and under the black veil were dark and rough faces, which looked a little like a Khitan and a little like a Bohai man......

After a while, two old herders were taken to the center of the camp. A simple tent was exactly the same as the oilcloth tents around it, and there was no grandeur of a general's leader.

A tall, dark-skinned young man sat on a piece of dead wood, munching on a dry cake......

"Who are you?"

Hearing the slightly jerky Mongolian language, the two old herdsmen relaxed their hearts, knelt on the ground and said respectfully: "This general, we are the herdsmen of the Dakela tribe of the Kerebu...... For the head of the tribe, herd sheep next to this sea! ”

The young man in black raised his head, but his deep eyes were like twinkling stars...... "Kerebu!" Where are the horses in Dakrabe?"

"Uh, in...... On the west shore of the Hanaozi Sea! Yes...... There is a herd of horses of the master! ”

The young leader nodded...... The old shepherd suddenly plucked up the courage to bow his head and said, "But there is a warrior of the Kereb tribe in the horse herd, and there are more than a thousand cavalry...... They...... They want to ......"

Li Erlang pouted and smiled: "The Liao Kingdom is dead...... They want to take advantage of the opportunity to make a fortune on the border? Right? How many cavalry does the Kereb plan to muster? When will we go east?"

The two old shepherd slaves were startled, and shook their heads honestly...... "I don't know, the general spares his life...... We are two lowly shepherd slaves! We don't have the right to know about these big things......"

Li Erlang waved his hand, and a confidant guard took over a few large strings of copper coins that were not very convenient to carry, and placed them on the ground casually.

"Take it! Send fifty more sheep...... You are not allowed to leave this sea, if I find you and rush back to report it...... You have to die! ”

"Don't dare, don't dare...... We dare not ...... The money ......"

Li Erlang smiled: "Keep it and buy salt!" Don't think about handing it over to the head of the Dakra tribe...... After tomorrow, there will be no more Dakrabu! ”

"Ahh This...... General Xie, General Xie......"

The two old shepherd slaves trembled and picked up the copper coins, and Li Erlang waved his hand to let them leave the barracks, and continued to lower their heads and nibble on the dry cake.

After a while, two other herdsmen and two old men drove a flock of sheep into the barracks...... Some of the black-clad cavalry smiled and took the sheep and began to slaughter them skillfully...... Start grilling on the campfire.

In addition, some people in black moved out of the black wine jars, calling friends around the bonfire and mutton, pushing cups and changing lamps, shouting to eat and drink.

A few herdsmen carefully handed over the fat sheep, and then withdrew from the camp with their heads bowed.

Several guards and teams were quietly coming to Li Erlang's side, and one of them was arching his hand and said, "Leader, will those shepherd slaves go back to report the news?"

Li Erlang nodded...... "The Khitans have killed them for hundreds of years, and they still can't tame them!" These people are xenophobic and won't watch us attack their tribe...... Order, do what you plan after dark! Send scouts to tell Daruchi that they should do it at midnight! ”

"Yes!"

The night is dark...... The camp was still noisy and chaotic, and the glow of the campfire burned brightly in the sky! At the foot of Shapo Mountain, a figure quietly walked out...... The man cautiously looked in the direction of the camp, then led the horse with his mouth bound and quickly turned to the back of the sand slope, and then stepped on the horse and galloped quickly to the southwest......

The sea is large, but quite small. The long and winding surface of the water divides the fertile meadow in two. The cavalry assembled by the Daklam tribe had numbered more than fifteen hundred, and these men were now quietly marching towards the camp of the bandits on the eastern shore of the Huaweizi Sea......

When they entered this dark camp, they suddenly found that the camp was full of scattered straw men! They were wrapped in tattered clothes and leather armor, and there were wooden sticks stuck next to them.

"Hit the mark! Evacuate ......"

More than 1,000 cavalry rushed in, a full six or seven hundred, and for a time the men and horses rushed out in a cluttered ball, only to collide with the team behind......

It was the young master of the Daklama tribe who led the team, and at this time, his eyes were already red, shouting and scolding, and he commanded the men and horses to escape from the trap!

Several herdsmen huddled in the far corner of the sand dunes, and the young herdsman who had reported the news had excited eyes, brandishing his tattered scimitar and fantasizing that he would also rush into the camp of these horse bandits with the young master and slash and slash ......

"Boom, boom...... Boom...... Boom ......"

A series of violent explosions stunned the few shepherd slaves hiding in the distance, and the old shepherd slave who offered fat sheep to Li Erlang suddenly blurted out...... "It's the gang of horse bandits in the north!" It's the Montenegrin bandits! Only they have this strange firearm of the Han Chinese...... Finished...... It's over now......"

The young shepherd watched the distant fires and faint wails...... Muttered to himself, "There are only a few hundred of them, and they won't be the opponents of Young Lord Sanjiet...... It won't be ...... Not an opponent......"

The old shepherd sighed, pinched the parchment bag containing the copper coins...... "Let's go!" Driving the flock...... Go and join the tribes of the Nada Sea Steppe in the northeast! Only it was not harassed and plundered by Montenegrin horse bandits...... The Golden Blood Family is busy fighting with the Liao people who lost their dogs, and they can't take care of this ......."

"The horse bandits are no match for Dacrobe......"

The old shepherd shook his head: "If you don't leave, it's too late!" Those horse bandits are said to be the Han people. Come and go like the wind, scimitars, sharp, firearms and the hardest crossbows! Last time, the Great Khan of the Kereb sent 5,000 cavalry failed to destroy them, but they killed more than 1,000 people and stole more than 2,000 horses...... They won't be the only ones like this, there must be a backhand hiding in the sea of sand! They deliberately let us ventilate and lure the young master's Daklama cavalry over...... We've broken our promises, and they'll kill us if we don't leave! ”

Behind the dunes came a group of black-clad cavalrymen, all armed with crossbows and scimitars, and as soon as the gunpowder bullets in the camp exploded, they galloped around the panicked Kreb cavalry......

One by one, the Kreh cavalry was hit by arrows in the back and fell under their horses with a wail, and the whole formation became a pot of porridge!

"Rush out, shoot! Rush to the other side of the sea of sand...... Rush out! Don't let them hunt us like yellow sheep! ”

The kilograms of fierce cavalry gathered in a panic and rushed out, heading straight for the sea of sand in the northeast! And these black-clothed cavalry were not in a hurry to come up and fight hard, but followed behind them without hurrying and shot them one by one with crossbow arrows......

In the distance, a few herdsmen driving the sheep will completely see the horror of the Black Mountain horse bandits, and the kilograms of fierce cavalry actually ran away in panic like a group of yellow sheep...... It seems that the black-clad cavalry behind them has demons attached to them!

Several herdsmen gave up their flocks and horses and began to run......

Suddenly, several feathered arrows flew in the darkness, shooting the young man who fled to the front directly on the horse, and the corpse fell to the ground with a splash of dust!

The sound of horses' hooves smashing against the sand on the ground was only heard in a dull way at this time, and in the darkness, I don't know how many cavalry were actually fighting out of the sea of sand! In the dim moonlight, the knight's leather armor and the scimitar spear in his hand emitted a faint cold light, and the iron piece cowhide armor was all pitch black......

The old shepherd roared desperately, beckoned the two companions who were still stupid, and quickly dismounted and followed him to climb under the sand willow tree, and several people trembled and lay on the ground, buried their heads in the sand, and listened to the cavalry of the brigade rumbling past them!

It took about a hundred breaths for the cavalry to rush over...... The small flock of sheep had already been trampled and frightened everywhere, and more than a dozen sheep were trampled into pulp by the cavalry.

The old shepherd knelt on the ground and thanked Changshengtian for his protection, and then gasped and said to his companion who was still trembling next to him, "It's over...... Dacro is completely finished...... There are more than 1,500 cavalry, and I am afraid that not a single one of them will be able to escape! Go at once, gather a little flock, and we'll flee to the Nada Sea at once......"

A black horse is vigorous and mighty, and immediately a young general is holding a spear in his hand, and at this time he is riding straight towards the chaotic battlefield in front of him!

The four snow-white hooves of the black horse flew on the sand, the spears pierced quickly like poisonous snakes, and more than a dozen Kereh cavalrymen were picked off their horses by Li Erlang...... All the black-clad cavalry put away their bows and crossbows, brandished their swords and speared the enemy.

Daruchi already had the majesty of a lord at this time, his armor was shining, and the scimitar in his hand was also stained with a thick layer of blood......

"Erlang! Give it a try...... Let's see who can kill the leader of this Dacrola! ”

Daru Chi charged on horseback, and the 2,000 cavalry of the Nada Sea Department roared and began to encircle and suppress the Mongol cavalry that surrounded these eastward raids......

Li Erlang roared angrily, and the dark clouds stepped on the snow, and the BMW instantly sped up and went straight to the young man surrounded by a group of guards on the opposite side...... "Lao Da!" I'm going back to the Central Plains to fight for Langjun soon, this guy will sacrifice the flag if I do! ”

"You're going to kill the Jurchens! Slaughtered this young priest of the Kereb Banner...... Not enough energy! ”

The dark clouds screamed in the snow, rushed into the crowd and went straight to the main general! The spear in Li Erlang's hand waved like lightning, scattering seven or eight guards who tried to stop him...... The young master of Daklabe's eyes were red, and he brandished his scimitar and rushed up!

A moment later, the Kreb cavalry, who were still stubbornly resisting, was suddenly alarmed by the sound of bull horns...... A black horse roared and raised its hooves on the top of the hillside, and the black-armored knight on the horse raised a spear in his hand! There was a bloody human head on the tip of the gun......

"The Lord of Dacra will be killed in battle! Surrender without killing...... Surrender or kill! ”

Except for the dozens of lucky ones who fled into the sea of sand...... More than 1,500 cavalry were killed in the battle, more than 400 horsemen, and the rest threw away their weapons in the encirclement, turned over and knelt on the ground......