After nightfall, a large bonfire is lit in the camp.

A sheep brought out of the oasis by the natives was quickly slaughtered, cleaned and then thrown into a cauldron to stew in a matter of minutes.

The shape of the pot is really strange, specifically like a cylindrical, flat-bottomed Western marching pot, with three more pot legs underneath.

Except for a handful of coarse salt, the sheep didn't seem to have any seasoning.

But even all of the above oddities, with the wind that became more and more violent after nightfall, still made the camp smell of stewed meat beautifully.

Suddenly, loud laughter and long singing began to sound from the mouths of the natives, filling the camp with a happy atmosphere.

It's a pity! The above has nothing to do with Hu Biao, because whether it is mutton or singing, these belong to those natives.

All they were given was a few bags of water and some dried cakes made of millet.

When Hu Biao and the others hurriedly finished eating a few cakes, they were escorted to the outside of the camp to defecate again, and then they were tied together again.

The natives, who had long been absent-minded, left only one guard, and the rest began to gather around the fire.

Obviously, the living conditions of these natives are not very good, and the opportunity to eat a lot of meat makes them quite excited.

"Eat, eat can't kill you bastards, God, open your eyes, as long as you kill these bastards, I'm willing to live ten years less."

Lowering his head, Hu Biao lowered his voice and scolded.

The voice fell, and the warehouse manager's mouth also echoed a sentence: "Count me in, a dog with such a good fortune, they can all get their mouths, why didn't God kill them." ”

The warehouse management's echo is the fall, and there is a voice full of resentment to follow, which is a strong curse from the little white-collar AT.

Who called the day before yesterday because of a little thing, when those natives grabbed him and beat him.

It hurt him a lot, and he actually pulled off a lot of hair on the top of his head.

For a designer, other things may be tolerable, but the hair problem belongs to the general scale, which is absolutely unbearable:

"Specially, if God really wants to be able to realize such a wish, I am willing to live 20 years less~"

One voice after another kept echoing, and almost every netizen participated in it.

For a while, these modern plane otaku who didn't know each other before looked like they had the same hatred.

Should I say it or not, these netizens from the modern plane, because of the same hardships, although they have not been together for a long time, they have a little bit of the same feeling that they have fallen to the end of the world.

Especially in the last few days, after everyone has introduced each other privately.

Not only did they understand the basic situation of each other, but now although they have some careful thoughts about each other, the relationship on the surface is quite good.

After all, in a sense, they can be regarded as people who have eaten prison together.

I don't know if the prayers of a group of netizens who have sacrificed at least 300 years of life finally worked.

When the aroma of stew that lingers in the camp reaches its extreme, it should be eaten immediately.

Let them survive in a desperate situation, and incomparably beautiful things have appeared.

An indigenous man with a short bow in his arms and standing guard on the dirt slope suddenly screamed in horror when he saw something.

The next second, he fell to the ground like a wooden stake.

Along the small dirt slope, it rolled down all the way.

With a good eyesight of 2.0, he could see a sharp arrow flying out of nowhere, and shot directly through the native's neck.

Under the sudden change, the other natives in the camp immediately panicked.

They picked up the weapons they had kept at hand when they camped.

Some of them approached each other and prepared to resist, while others galloped towards the horses and camels on the side, as if preparing to run away.

Obviously, they were frightened by the content contained in it after hearing the short warning sentence.

But no matter how they react, the ending is the same.

In a very short time, the sound of horses' hooves began to sound around the camp, and it became louder and louder; Presumably, the attacker led the horse to get close to one or two hundred meters before he mounted the horse and launched the raid.

After a dozen or so breaths at most, a majestic horse carrying a man in full armor with his waist straight, rushed out of the night outside the camp first.

With twenty or thirty horsemen behind him, like a torrent, he rushed into the camp on this spot.

Under the light of the bonfire, there was a deep scar on the door of the man's face, and it looked like he was about to split his face in half, which could be said to be extremely vicious.

However, compared to the terrifying face, the whole process of the man's battle can be said to be artistic; These people are like precision killing machines, full of violent beauty.

At the moment when they appeared in the night, still fifty or sixty meters away from the camp, the crossbows they were holding in their hands, or the short bows they had drawn open, were fired.

Even on undulating horses, these men were extremely high-pitched, and in the blink of an eye they shot down seven or eight natives.

And after shooting the crossbow and short bow in his hand, he didn't see how these people moved, and the weapons in his hands were replaced by various long-handled weapons.

Especially the scar-faced man at the head, the weapon in his hand can be almost 4 meters long.

It should be a legendary horse lance, which was caught under the armpit by the man, and the tip of the lance about 60 centimeters long flickered under the bonfire, and there was a murderous aura like a substance.

In the blink of an eye, the scar-faced man led by him rushed into the camp.

After a simple thrust, the lance pierced through the chest of a small indigenous chieftain with a yellow helmet on his head, which looked like a small indigenous chief; Such a powerful assassination, but the sharp tip of the lance did not come out of the body.

After stabbing to a deadly enough depth, the man grabbed the lance with his left hand and dragged it down, and the horse lance was pulled out without much effort by the horse's speed.

When he swung his horse lance and slit the throat of another native, the small aboriginal leader wearing a yellow helmet collapsed with a bang.

And the knights who rushed in with Scarface also put down the targets in front of them one by one.

After seeing this scene, Hu Biao and the others were suddenly filled with indescribable happiness.

Tell the truth! This kind of bloody scene of the human body being stabbed through with a shot and blood splashing is definitely the first time that Hu Biao and other people from the modern plane have seen it.

Miraculously, though, they are not afraid at all now; The most critical reason is that in the group of iron horsemen who rushed in, there was a banner waving in the wind.

Under the light of the bonfire, the banner was clearly reflected in the eyes of everyone: Tang.

I can't tell why, anyway, after seeing this word clearly, Hu Biao and the others felt inexplicably relieved, without the slightest panic, as if they had met family members.

In such a situation, until Hu Biao suddenly remembered something in his head, he spat a few mouthfuls of 'bah, bah~' in his mouth, shouting:

"Tong Yan Wuji, God, I'm still a child, as long as I kill these grandsons just now, if I live ten years less, it doesn't count, bah, bah, bah, ......"

******

Suddenly entered the camp, and the number of men suspected of being Tang cavalry was not large.

Under their calculated and unintentional sudden attack, coupled with the fact that their equipment and martial arts are far superior to those natives, there is no suspense in this battle at all.

At most, as soon as you soak in the urine, the battle is completely over.

A native who mounted a war horse and whipped the horse's ass desperately After running out a distance of a hundred meters, a one-eyed Tang soldier shot an arrow carelessly.

I don't see how he aims, but the sharp arrow hits the back of the target.

Let this native, who can escape as long as he rides a horse for a short while, and he can't get up after falling off the horse with a 'bah~'.

This can be said to be a miraculous arrow, which can be regarded as the last straw that crushed the hearts of the natives.

Some of the guys who were also running for their lives, but the speed was far less fast than the natives who were hit by arrows and fell to the ground, stopped and threw away their weapons.

Then he threw his hands up and fell to his knees.

At this point, this short raid was completely over, most of the natives were killed in the battle, and the remaining ten or so were captured alive.

On the spot, they were tied up with ropes like animals.

As for the casualties of these Tang troops, they are simply minimal.

There was only one Tang army, who was hastily counterattacked by the natives and stabbed in the left arm; But looking at the Tang Jun, he tore off the hem of his clothes at will and wrapped it, so he didn't look like he cared about it, and the injury would not be serious.

At such a time, Hu Biao and they were still in a very good mood.

However, soon after, when the scar-faced man who was the leader of the group walked towards them with the light sound of the nails shaking when walking, as well as the smell of blood and murderous aura all over his body.

Hu Biao and others instinctively felt inexplicably nervous.

Because they suddenly thought of something: they regarded these Tang soldiers as their own people, but how to make these Tang soldiers believe that they were themselves.

In case of being misunderstood by these fierce people and cut it with a knife, where to reason when the time comes.