Prosperous Tang Blood Blade

Chapter 212 Wen Xinghuo Liaoyuan ([-]) ([-]rd)

"Will there be fraud?" Xu Jingzong saw that Chen Ying trusted a little shepherd so credulously, he couldn't help reminding Chen Ying: "Master, if you are not of my race, your heart must be different!"

"No!" Chen Ying shook his head and said, "Of the 31 Mandela warriors, 27 are old guys over the age of 7000, and there are a few more than half of them children. It can be seen that the Mandela Ministry has indeed transferred the young and strong. , even if their young and strong are not transferred, how much fighting power can a tribe of no more than [-] or [-] people have?"

Xu Jingzong said solemnly: "It's better to be careful!"

Chen Ying nodded.

The fat Turkic man killed by Luo Shixin, the fat Turkic man was dead at this time, a large group of big green-headed flies were flying on the corpse, but the horse that got off was still in the corpse Beside, there is no galloping like other steeds.Yu Guni and the soldiers of the All Spirits Army didn't like this kind of war horse that was too docile, Yu Guni pointed at the maroon horse and said, "That horse is yours!"

"Mine?" Kyzyltag showed an unbelievable expression: "Give it to me?"

Kyzyltag's father was a slave. He lived for 19 years. Except for the sheepskin around his waist, he didn't have a trace of his private property. In winter, he huddled with sheep to keep warm.Now that he heard that a horse was going to be given to him, he was suddenly overwhelmed by this huge surprise.

For a long time, Kiziltag, who was stunned on the spot, danced excitedly: "I have a horse, I have a horse!"

Yu Guni went up unceremoniously, just kicked, and cursed: "You little slave, why don't you thank the master soon?"

Kiziltag kowtowed to Chen Ying repeatedly, "I have a horse, I have a horse!"

Seeing that Kiziltag rewarded a steed for leading the Tang army, the hearts of the shepherds were full of envy and hatred. The eyes of these shepherds gradually changed. An older shepherd struggled for a long time Dao, cautiously said: "My lord, I know where our patriarch's concubine is, she is the number one beauty in our Mandela clan!"

Chen Ying had no interest in those Turkic beauties who couldn't wash off the smell of sheep. Looking at these poor shepherds, Chen Ying smiled and said, "Do you want to have a full meal?"

All the shepherds didn't even hesitate, they shouted in unison: "Please have mercy, my lord!"

At this time, Chen Ying was like the big bad wolf in a fairy tale who coaxed Little Red Riding Hood to show a bright smile and said, "Give them something to eat!"

Yu Guni also let the horses seized from the corpses of the Turks, kumiss, pancakes and other food be thrown on the grass.Although these shepherd slaves have low status, they also know the truth that there will be no pies in the sky.They know that if they want to eat these foods, they need to pay a price.

Chen Ying looked at their doubts and said with a warm smile like sunshine on his face: "Do you know why you are so poor? Do you know why you are starving and freezing? Do you know why you live like a dog Take up arms, mount your horses, kill Mandela and his army, and you will get the food, wealth, horses, beauties, and freedom you want most!"

When Chen Ying's words were translated word by word by Yu Guni into Turkic, the eyes of these shepherds gradually changed.

Ever since Dasawa Ye Chen Sheng shouted: "The princes and generals have something to say?" This bold statement has injected the genes of resistance into the genes of the Chinese people.So whenever they can't survive, these poor peasants will pull the emperor down as long as they are willing to scratch themselves.Of course, the Turks and other nomadic peoples did not form this kind of thinking, mainly because they did not have writing and could not record and inherit their prosperity and splendor.

These dozens of Turkic shepherd slaves did not disappoint Chen Ying. One by one, they picked up the weapons left by the Turkic people on the grass, without any scruples about the stench on the corpses, and quickly picked them off from the corpses. Leather armor, pick up inferior knives and guns, put away bone arrows and bows.

Of course, not everyone has the courage to fight for a fortune, Chen Ying waved his hand, pointed at these shepherds and said: "Cowards are not worthy of living in this world, kill them!"

More than [-] shepherds with weapons stabbed their weapons into the bodies of their former companions without any scruples.

When Kiziltag led the Tang army to Puze City, the army led by Chen Ying was like a big net that spread Mandela's tribe on the fertile grassland. The property was swept away, and Chen Ying took out a small part of the property and rewarded those brave shepherds. As long as they got the heads of their companions or former masters as votes, Chen Ying would arm these people into an army.

In fact, before Chen Ying arrived in Puze City, Mandela had already received the news and led the [-] or [-] surviving tribal warriors. However, at this time, nearly a thousand Turkic herdsmen or ordinary herdsmen had gathered around Chen Ying. , These Turkic people not only have men, but also many women, and even many half-grown children.

When the two armies met, there was no scolding, no persuading to surrender, and some only killing.

Killing is actually very easy, especially when Chen Ying's Dingyuan Army's Sixth Turn rushed to the mansion and formed a dense cavalry wall, raising the hook and sickle spear glowing with azure blue cold light to charge. chance of survival.

The six or seven hundred Turkic Mandela soldiers broke down without even holding on for half a stick of incense.There is nothing surprising about the following battles. It is extremely similar to the slaves or herdsmen of the Mandela tribe who realized the value of their existence in front of the new master, and stabbed the sharp arrows or sharp knives of hatred into the remnants of the Mandela tribe. ...

The setting sun was like blood, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood and a choking burnt smell.When the sun was setting, the battle within hundreds of miles of Woye City had ended.Even Puze City was billowing with thick smoke, burning raging fire...

The strength of the tribe mainly depends on the wise leader and a group of loyal and fearless tribesmen.Only when the tribe and the patriarch are united and work together can the tribe expand rapidly and prosper.Recklessly belittling the importance of the tribe will actually push the tribe into an endless abyss.

Mandela is a very good warrior, even now that he is old, but he is still an excellent warrior.However, Mandela was obsessed with his own bravery and enslaved his people as cattle and horses, so Mandela died.

When the personal guards around him were killed, those people who were enslaved by him in the past rushed towards Mandela like madmen. Mandela killed one person, and immediately rushed to three or four people. Mandela killed these three or four people. More than a dozen people will rush up immediately.

So Mandela was exhausted to death on the battlefield by his own people.When the battle ended, hundreds of people fell in front of Mandela.Xu Jingzong said: "It's a pity!"

Chen Ying also said: "It's a pity!"

Xu Jingzong looked at Chen Ying with awe in his eyes.

(End of this chapter)