This is not an army, it is a group of beggars.

The Western Regions are vast and sparsely populated, and the economy is extremely underdeveloped. For these Western Regions, it is already a great blessing to be able to cover their belly, let alone purchase equipment.

When it comes to weapons and equipment, it is the privilege of great powers such as Dayuan and Wusun. Only these great powers have the financial resources to purchase equipment for the army and have the same style as the army.

Of course, because the technology in the Western Regions was not developed, even the great powers such as Dayuan and Wusun did not have excellent equipment.

The King of Qiemo did not have the consciousness of beggars, but proudly spoke to his army: "My warriors: You are the warriors of Qiemo. You must enjoy beautiful silk, delicious wine, delicious tea, exquisite porcelain..."

He raised his throat and roared like a mountain. He tried too hard, and the blue veins on his forehead and neck were protruding, like wriggling earthworms.

At that time, the goods transported from the Central Plains to the Western Regions were not only silk, but also porcelain, tea and fine wine. For the Western Regions, everyone wanted to have these things.

When the king of Qiemo mentioned these beautiful things, the soldiers' eyes turned red and their faces were full of admiration.

They had heard of the great names of silk, tea, wine and porcelain, but they had never seen it, nor had they enjoyed it. Moreover, the words of the Monarch would not have aroused their greed.

"The people of the Central Plains are sending us these precious goods. Let's go and kill them all!" The King of Qiemo waved his right hand and said very generously.

"Give it all!"

"Kill them all!"

The soldiers burst into a shocking roar, and blue veins on their foreheads and necks emerged, and smiles were everywhere on their faces.

The army, which had no standing posture, had high morale at first, was suddenly full of strength, and each of them had straight waists.

The king of Qiemo saw it and was very satisfied. He flew on the horse, slapped the horse's back, and took the lead in riding out.

The soldiers hurriedly followed. They used all their strength to catch up with the horse, but they could not catch up with the horse. The king of the Mo had to pull the reins, stop and wait for them.

And how many horses can a country like this that is too small to be even smaller? Except for the king and a few important subordinates who have horses, the soldiers can only rely on two legs to rush on their way.

Under the leadership of the King of Qiemo, this so-called army continued to travel eastward and stopped at the border of Qiemo.

Don’t look at the fact that the country has a small population, but its area is quite large, almost hundreds of miles away.

The Western Regions are vast and sparsely populated, with a small population, but a large land.

The Western Regions during the Qin and Han Dynasties were larger than today's Xinjiang, but they were not much larger. They had an area of ​​about 170,000 square kilometers, but there were nearly 30 countries. On average, a country had an area of ​​about 60,000 square kilometers.

It is no wonder that a small country with hundreds of miles of country is a small country.

Qiemo's army stopped, stood or sat, and some people even lay on the ground, but they looked at the things with a look of anticipation, hoping that the people of the Central Plains would arrive soon and let them make a fortune.

The soldiers were a little impatient when they didn't see the arrival of the Central Plains people and the arrival of the Central Plains people.

"Don't worry, the people of the Central Plains will definitely come. You just wait to grab the precious goods." Although the king of Qiemo was a little impatient, he still comforted his subordinates.

"Rumor!" Suddenly, a faint muffled sound came.

"Hey! Thunder is coming in broad daylight." The King of Qiemo exclaimed lightly, thinking that it was thundering. He looked up at the sky and saw that the sky was as blue as it was, without a trace of clouds, so there was no sign of thunder.

"What happened?" The king of Qiemo had no experience in fighting formations, and he didn't hear that this was the sound of hoofs.

If it were the Huns or Qiang, they would turn around and run away when they heard the sound of hooves like thunder. Because, based on the rich experience of the Huns and Qiang, there were many people coming, which were not something that they could resist.

Unfortunately, this is the arrogant Qiemo king, and he didn't even know that the disaster was coming.

"Thunder?"

"How is this happening?"

The soldiers were also confused and they were all confused.

Just as I was surprised and suspicious, I saw a huge dark cloud appearing in the east, connecting the sky and the earth, not knowing how big it is.

"Look, it's a dark cloud! It's a dark cloud!"

"It's really thundering. The dark clouds have hung to the ground. This thunder is really amazing."

Not only are there dark clouds in the east, but there are also muffled thunder sounds, and the soldiers cannot do it if they don’t think it’s thunder.

"Can it be the gods who came to the world?"

"It's possible, very likely."

For those who are behind and ignorant, they believe in the gods in particular and soon think of the gods.

"It's not like a god. Look..." Someone was sharp-eyed and found a black waterline appearing under the dark clouds, graceful and smooth.

"What is that?" Then they became curious.

Where can they answer this question?

As the distance approaches, the waterline becomes a vast ocean, surging and unstoppable.

"It's a human! It's a human! So many people!"

"It's a horse! It's a horse! So many horses!"

Finally, these people saw clearly and burst into screams.

This is the 50,000 Qin army led by Qin Yiren, which is a hundred times the total population of this small country in Qiemo. This is far beyond their understanding, and they will not be surprised.

Surprise only exists for a moment and becomes suspicion.

"How come there are so many people? Where do you come from? How can there be more people than us?"

For these people in small countries in Qiemo, the most they think is that they are about the same population as their country, just five or six hundred people. If they are bigger, they will be almost thousands.

When they saw 50,000 Qin troops all at once, they felt that they didn’t believe it. How could there be so many people in the world?

"Can we beat so many people?" Immediately afterwards, the soldiers of Qiemo became panic and all of them were sifted. They were arrogant and arrogant just now, and they disappeared.

There are so many people, no matter how hard they are to beat them, even if they are spitting, they can drown them. They will not be afraid.

"Prince!" The king of Qiemo was covered in sieve, his face was pale, without a trace of blood, as if he had been buried in the soil. The teeth hit each other, making a sound of teeth hitting.

Not only was the king of the Mo Kingdom trembling with fear, but he was just a group of soldiers. Who would be worse?

"Dinghuh! Dinghuh!"

The sound of teeth is accompanied by ticks.

I saw water droplets condensed from the belly of the war horse under the crotch of the King Qiemo, and kept dripping on the ground, making a sound. If I looked up along the water droplets on the belly of the war horse, I saw a stream flowing on the left and right sides of the horse's belly, and it also emitted a smell of urine.

Qiemo's king was actually scared to pee.

The king of Qimo came in excitement and wanted to rob the people of the Central Plains and make a fortune. However, he did not expect that he would encounter so many people and so many troops, which was far beyond his imagination.

"How come there are so many people? How dare there be so many people?" Qiemo King kept asking in his heart, but because he was so scared that he couldn't speak. This question could only be kept in his heart and could not be explained.

Not only was the king of Qimo urinated, but also the soldiers of Qimo, who was not as good as that?

"Tick! Tick!" The dense sound of urine dripping sounds were heard one after another, revealing the fragility of the Qiemo soldiers.

Qin Yiren rode on the horse, galloping while looking at the team that looked like beggars, and asked Shao Yun: "Which country is this?"

"This is the King of Qiemo and his army." Shao Yun stared at the boss, looked at the King of Qiemo and quickly answered.

"Qianmo Kingdom? It's a small country with only five or six hundred people in the country. How could he appear here? He actually stopped us. Could it be that he is fighting us?" Qin Yiren's mouth opened in an O-shaped shape, with a ghost expression on his face.

Moreover, the Mo Kingdom is just a small country with a total population of only five or six hundred people. He dared to stop the Qin army and wanted to fight the Qin army. This matter is really speechless. Qin Yiren felt as ridiculous as seeing an old sow climbing a tree.

"Although the Ming Dynasty is small, its king is greedy and is almost inseparable from the Qin army's battles." Shao Yun had a very good understanding of the countries in the Western Regions and knew the nature of the Ming Dynasty.

"Haha!" A loud laughter sounded, from the mouths of the Qin soldiers.

Moreover, the Mo Kingdom is too small, so small that it can be ignored. Even a mere five or six hundred people dare to call a country. If it is in the Central Plains, the Mo Kingdom will at most a village chief.

But he became the king and was still a ridiculous monarch. Without knowing clearly, how many people came to the Qin army, he dared to lead his army to fight the Qin army.

Such a ridiculous thing, if the soldiers had not seen it with their own eyes and experienced it with their own eyes, they would not have believed that it was true.

"This is too ignorant of the king of the Mo. He is blind. Young Master, let's teach him a lesson and teach him how to open his eyes." Meng Zhao pressed his right hand on the hilt of the sword and said with a smile.

"That's it." A concise sounded.

Moreover, the Monarch's move was too ridiculous and gave people a sense of unreality. It would not be possible to ask the soldiers to not want to teach him a lesson.

"Just because of his team like a beggar, we are worthy of drawing our swords?" Qin Yiren grinned with a look of disdain.

Moreover, such a small country like this is really not qualified to let the Qin army draw its sword, and this is what everyone said.

"Young master, what should I do? You can't let this blind man go?" The soldiers were a little unhappy.

Such a person who is not open and has no eyes should not let him go.

"The horse's hooves are enough." Qin Yiren slapped the horse's back, and the horse neighed, rushed towards the King Qiemo.

"Horse Hoof?" The soldiers understood and were all overjoyed and followed.

Looking at the Qin army rushing towards him like a tide, the King of Qiemo wanted to shout and ask for forgiveness, but his mouth was disobedient. He opened his mouth wide and shouted for a long time without making any sound.

Qimo's king wanted to escape, but wanted to grab the horse's belly, but his legs were out of control; he wanted to slap the horse's back, and his arms were as if they were filled with lead.

He could only watch helplessly, the Qin army rushed over, stepped on him, feeling the pain of the horse's hooves stomping on his body, and the endless darkness came.

"rumble!"

After the Qin army rushed past, there were only some red marks on the ground, proving that the monarch and his party had existed.
Chapter completed!