Beg for the tribe.

The fire burned ragingly, illuminating the night sky.

Countless people frantically fetched water from the river to put out the fire, but when the fire was blown by the wind, it was useless to pour the water on it. They simply threw the skin of the water intake and rushed into the yurt to transport daily necessities. The scene was in chaos.

“Too free!”

Suddenly, a rapid warning sound rang out, sharp and harsh.

An army roared over, heading under the moonlight like a deadly god of death.

The Turks were furious and stopped moving their things. They all got on horseback. Someone even roared: "Enemy attacks, they all got on horseback. Take your swords and kill them all, protect their tribesmen, and take revenge!"

"Protect the tribes and take revenge!"

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

Soon, the more people gathered, the more Turks boarded horses and dismounted horses for the people, and there was no such thing as standing army. Once needed, they could fight, even regardless of gender.

Countless people rushed out of the tribe gate and launched a counterattack towards the rushing team.

The special forces team came here. In Luo Ying's world, the special forces team was a particularly capable group. They took the lead, staring at the front with a torch, and a hint of disdain was raised on the corner of their mouth. They pointed forward in their hand and shouted: "Brothers, the previous ambush was just a joke. Take them down and kill the majesty of our special forces team!"

"kill!"

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

The Modao is about three meters long, with a long handle, and requires both hands to hold it. The sword and weapon are also very long. The blades on both sides can be cut, chop, snatch, burn, and stabbed as a spear. It can be called a battlefield killer and is not light in weight. It is impossible for ordinary people to wave it at all, but for the special forces, the weight is just right.

The two teams quickly collided, and Luo Yingmodao took the action like lightning. With the advantage of Modao's length, he easily stabbed one person. He swung his arm and flew out, causing damage to one person over, and then slashed one person over, and then easily chopped one person over, with a straightforward and neat movement.

Others also rushed in with their horses and the sword was too long. The sword in the Turks' hands was only about two feet away, and they were assassinated if they could not reach the opponent. Many people wanted to cut the Mo Dao away, but the special battle team had trained the Mo Dao horse fighting technique, which mainly stabbed, and used the knife quickly, quickly put the knife away, and then stabbed it out.

When they saw the Turkic people slashing, everyone quickly put away their swords and avoided them. Some people were not even afraid of slashing. They relied on the power of the Modao to stab and stab them directly, assassinating the person.

The long sword was like a forest, and the swallowing and spitting like a poisonous snake. The Turks could not stop it, and a large area fell down instantly.

Modao was originally a powerful weapon for infantry to kill cavalry. With one knife, the people and horses were broken. However, when used in cavalry warfare, as long as you have enough strength, you can retract the knife, use the knife, and then retract the knife, and stab it with a simple move, but no one can stop it.

Luo Ying kept firing and then firing again. He didn't know how many he killed. He shouted happily. Suddenly, he felt that there was nothing in front of him and there was no one else. When he looked back, his brothers followed him and killed him. Mo Dao Lieli, his murderous aura was soaring, leaving only corpses and wailing Turkic wounded soldiers on the ground. None of his own fell down and was immediately overjoyed.

At this time, another team of hundreds of people rushed out of the tribe, wearing leather armor, surrounded by several elderly people. It looked different at first glance. Luo Ying thought it was the leader of the tribe and shouted excitedly: "Brothers, rush up and kill them all!"

"kill!"

Everyone joined in unison, and the murderous aura filled the sky.

"kill!"

The visitor was not willing to be outdone and rushed up with a sword.

The two teams were like two surging torrents, slamming together, blood splattering, like blooming flowers of death under the moonlight, evil, cold and terrifying.

Luo Ying killed several people in one breath, killing them all over his body. The Mo Dao turned into a blood knife, and his legs were suddenly clamped, and the people and horses were united, rushing up, like a death-taking Shura.

"It's not the other tribe who are you?" A man rushed up, holding a horse spear.

The horse spear is the most popular weapon for war generals in the Central Plains. The Turks in the grassland could not make it. They were obviously stolen from the Tang Dynasty. They had the blood of the people of the Tang Dynasty. Luo Ying glared and roared: "Kill you!"

"Arrogant, I'll kill you." The other party was furious and stabbed hard.

Luo Ying came forward without showing any weakness, and easily avoided the assassination on one side of his body, and the Mo Dao slashed forward.

The other party was so scared that he quickly returned to defense and tried to block Mo Dao.

"Crack!" Mo Dao's sharp blade cut off the horse spear.

Except for the spear head, the other parts of the horse lance are made of hardwood, unlike Modao, which is full of steel.

Luo Ying was a martial arts maniac, and his strange power was slightly worse than Xue Rengui. The power of the Mo sword was not reduced, which scared the other party so much that he quickly abandoned the horse and rolled to the ground. The sharp Mo sword slashed on the horse's back and slashed in.

The war spear hurt, screaming and jumping around, trampling the person who landed on the ground, and fleeing wildly.

"Ah!" The other party let out a heart-wrenching scream and several ribs were trampled.

Luo Yingmo stabbed him hard and killed the other party with a knife. He looked at one of them with a cold look and shouted: "Are you the leader of the tribe?"

"You are not Turkic?" the other party asked in a not-so-skilled Tang language.

"Let your people surrender, otherwise you will kill them all and let the Qimai tribe destroy the clan from now on." Luo Ying shouted coldly, full of domineeringness.

The other party looked around and hundreds of elite guards had been killed, and there were not many men in the tribe left. If they continued to kill, they would really destroy the clan. Their face was pale, but they said unwillingly: "Surprising attack on my begging army, the great King Qimo will definitely avenge us."

There were many Turkic tribes living along the Qiemo River, who took King Qiemo from the lower reaches of the Qiemo River as their honor, and established the Qiemo Kingdom City to rule the four directions.

Luo Ying was very brave, but no matter what the Kingdom of Qimo, if it weren't for the purpose of obtaining information, he would not allow the other party to surrender and directly killed him. Seeing that the other party refused, he raised the Mo Dao impatiently, with a murderous intent and shouted coldly: "One last chance, surrender, or death!"

The strong murderous intent exudes domineering and decisive!

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

"Now I am my people, go and die." Luo Ying slashed the knife impatiently.

"Wait a minute, I surrender, surrender!" the other party shouted in fear.

Mo Dao stopped only a few inches away from the other party's neck, and the cold sword wind was terrifying.

The other party was so scared that he was sweating like a slurry. After Luo Ying put away the knife, he quickly shouted in Turkic words: "Warriors, put down the knife in your hands, everything is for living and to reproduce."

"No--"

Many people roared angrily and continued to rush, but without exception, they all killed.

Everyone was shocked by the terrifying combat power and fierce means of the Special Forces. In addition, the leader gave orders, they threw down their weapons, looked back at the tribe and looked at their families, their eyes full of despair and helplessness. The Turkic tribes annexed each other often, and they lost one after another. Everyone was used to it and accepted their fate.

Luo Ying didn't spoil her and shouted, "Brothers, keep an eye on me. Whoever dares to resist will kill me will not be able to do so!"

"Abide by the order!" Everyone took the order with a loud bang.

Luo Ying pointed to an open area and continued to shout at the tribe leader: "Let your people put down their weapons and concentrate there, squat down, hug their heads, and wait for the handling. Whoever dares to move, kill them all, go quickly."

The tribal leader did not dare to resist anymore, so he quickly issued an order in Turkic words. The Turks looked at each other and slowly headed in the designated direction, desperate and helpless.

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

"Where is it?" Luo Ying was overjoyed, worried about what to do later.

Soon, a team came from behind, and Qin Huaidao was the leader.

Qin Huaidao did not expect that the special forces team would kill so quickly and so fiercely, and he was already successful. He was overjoyed and signaled Lin Ping to take the others to support another person. Even the Guard Battalion went over to supervise, and came to Luo Ying with one person and one horse.

"Uncle, this is the leader of the tribe." Luo Ying said quickly.

“What about the translation?”

"No need to translate it, this guy can speak some Tang language."
Chapter completed!