In the vast yellow sand, a few ragged herdsmen clenched the broken sabers and bows and arrows in their hands, watching vigilantly at the billowing smoke and dust behind the sand dunes...
A cavalry group of about 500 people dressed in various clothes rushed up the sand dune. The horses stamped on the ground restlessly. The leader looked coldly at a few herdsmen and a group of dirty sheep under the sand dune.
Several herdsmen looked at each other, then sighed and put away their weapons, while the large group of knights turned a blind eye and began to greet the baggage team behind them and began to set up a simple camp.
Two old herdsmen carefully led a few fat sheep to the camp of this group of suspected horse bandits, bent down and bowed... "The humble shepherds from the Kle tribe came to see the general here and offered the fattest sheep to the general...
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The two guards holding spears and bows and arrows in their hands looked at each other. Under the black veil were dark and rough faces, which looked a bit like Khitan people and a bit like Bohai people...
After a while, the two old herdsmen were brought to the center of the camp. A simple tent was exactly the same as the surrounding oilcloth tents, and it did not have the air of a general or leader at all.
A tall young man with dark skin was sitting on a dead tree, chewing a piece of dry cake...
"Who are you?"
Hearing the slightly unfamiliar Mongolian language, the two old herdsmen felt relieved, knelt on the ground and said respectfully: "General, we are the herdsmen of the Dakla tribe of the Kelei tribe... we are the tribe's slaves.
The Lord is herding sheep beside this sea!"
The young man in black raised his head, but his deep eyes were like twinkling stars... "Kele tribe! Where are the horses of Dak La tribe?"
"Uh, on... on the west coast of the Kaoiko Sea! There is... a group of horses belonging to the leader!"
The young leader nodded... The old shepherd slave suddenly plucked up the courage and lowered his head and said: "There is a group of warriors from the Kelie tribe there in the horse group, with more than a thousand cavalry... they... they want..."
Li Erlang curled his lips and said with a smile: "The Liao Kingdom is dead... They want to take the opportunity to loot and make a fortune on the border? Right? How many cavalry do the Klei tribe plan to assemble? When will they march eastward?"
The two old shepherd slaves were shocked and shook their heads honestly... "I don't know, General, please spare my life... We are just two humble shepherd slaves! We are not qualified to know these important things..."
Li Erlang waved his hand, and a close guard brought over a few large strings of copper coins that were not very convenient to carry, and placed them on the ground.
"Take it! Send fifty more sheep... You guys are not allowed to leave this sea. If I find you rushing back to report the news... you will die!"
Li Erlang smiled: "Keep it to buy salt! Don't think about handing it over to the leader of the Dakla tribe... After tomorrow, there will be no more Dakla tribe!"
"Ah! This... General Xie, General Xie..."
The two old shepherd slaves held up the copper coins cautiously. Li Erlang waved his hand to let them leave the military camp and continued to eat the dry pancake with his head down.
After a while, two other shepherd slaves and these two old men drove a group of sheep into the military camp... Some cavalrymen in black accepted the sheep with a smile, and then began to slaughter them skillfully... and began to grill them on the bonfire.
In addition, some men in black brought out black wine jars, and gathered their friends around the bonfire and mutton, changing cups and shouting about eating and drinking.
Several shepherd slaves carefully handed over the fat sheep, then bowed their heads and exited the camp.
Several guards and detachments were quietly coming to Li Erlang. One of the detachments raised their hands and said, "Chief, will those herd slaves go back and report the news?"
Li Erlang nodded... "The Khitans have been killing them for hundreds of years, but they still can't tame them! These people are very xenophobic and will not watch us attack their tribe... Send the order and proceed as planned after dark!"
Send a scout to tell Daruch and the others to take action at midnight!"
"As you command!"
The night was dark... The camp was still noisy and chaotic, and the blazing fire of the campfire reflected a large area of the sky! But a figure quietly walked out from the foot of Shapo Mountain... This person carefully looked at the direction of the camp, and then led the wrapped man
Mouth's war horse quickly turned behind the sandy slope, then got on the horse's back and quickly ran towards the southwest...
The Huaweizi Sea is very large, but also quite small. The long and winding water surface divides this fertile pasture into two parts. The Dakla tribe has gathered more than 1,500 cavalrymen, and these people are now quietly moving
Marching, slowly approaching the camp of the horse bandits on the east coast of the Kaoiko Sea...
When they entered the pitch-black camp, they suddenly discovered that the camp was full of straw men! Each one was wrapped in tattered clothes and leather armor, with wooden sticks stuck beside them.
"You've fallen into a trap! Get out quickly..."
More than a thousand cavalrymen rushed in, a total of six to seven hundred people. For a moment, the people and horses crowded into a group and rushed out noisily. As a result, they collided with the team behind them...
The leader of the team was the young master of the Dakla tribe. At this time, his eyes were red, he was roaring, cursing and commanding the troops to escape from the trap!
Several herdsmen huddled in the far corner of the sand dune fearfully. The young herdsman who had tipped off the news was excited, waving a tattered scimitar, imagining that he and his young master would rush into the camp of these horse bandits and kill them with his sword.
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"Boom boom boom... boom boom... boom boom..."
A series of violent explosions shocked the slaves hiding in the distance. The old slave who offered a fat sheep to Li Erlang suddenly blurted out... "It's the group of horse bandits from the north! It's the Black Mountain horse bandits! They are the only ones."
There are these weird firearms of the Han people...it's over...it's over now..."
The young shepherd slave watched the fire in the distance and the faint wailing... murmured to himself: "There are only a few hundred of them, they will not be the opponent of Young Master Sangeet... It won't be... It won't be..."
opponent……"
The old shepherd slave sighed and squeezed the sheepskin bag containing the copper coins... "Let's go! Drive the sheep... and go to the tribes in the Nadahai grassland in the northeast! The only place there that is not harassed and harassed by the Black Mountain horse bandits.
Looting... The Jinxue family is busy fighting with the Liao people who have lost their family dogs, and they can't care about this..."
"The horse bandits are no match for the Dakla tribe..."
The old shepherd slave shook his head: "If you don't leave, it will be too late! Those horse bandits are said to be made by the Han people. They come and go like the wind, with sharp scimitars, firearms and the hardest crossbows! Last time, the Great Khan of the Kelie tribe sent out five thousand cavalry.
They failed to annihilate them, but they killed more than a thousand people and took away more than 2,000 war horses... They couldn't just have this few people, they must have backhand hidden in the sea of sand! They deliberately let us
The information was leaked to lure the young master's Dakla cavalry over... We have already broken our trust, and they will kill us if we don't leave!"
A group of black cavalrymen shot out from behind the dunes, their hands full of crossbows and scimitars. As soon as the gunpowder bombs in the camp exploded, these people galloped around the panicked Klei cavalry and attacked...
The Krei cavalrymen were hit by arrows in the back one by one and fell wailing under their horses. The entire formation turned into a mess!
"Rush out, run and shoot! Rush to the other side of the sand sea... rush out! Don't let them hunt us like yellow sheep!"
Thousands of kilograms of fierce cavalry gathered in a panic and rushed out in a group, heading straight to the sand sea in the northeast! And these black cavalry were not in a hurry to come up and fight, but followed them calmly and used crossbows one by one.
Shoot them...
In the distance, several herdsmen driving the sheep saw the terror of the Black Mountain horse bandits. Thousands of kilograms of fierce cavalry were running away in panic like a herd of yellow sheep... It seemed that the black cavalry behind them had demons on them.
generally!
Several shepherd slaves gave up their flocks and started running away...
Suddenly, a few feather arrows flew out of the darkness, and directly shot the young man who was fleeing at the front to death on his horse. His body fell to the ground with a plop, throwing up a cloud of sand!
The sound of horse hooves hitting the sand on the ground could be heard dullly at this moment. In the darkness, countless cavalrymen were actually fighting out of the sea of sand! In the dim moonlight, the knight's leather armor and the long scimitar in his hand could be seen.
The spear exudes a faint cold light, and the iron pieces and cowhide armor are all pitch black...
The old shepherd slave roared at the top of his lungs and called on his two companions who were still in a daze to quickly dismount and follow him to the bottom of a willow tree. Several people shivered and lay on the ground, burying their heads in the sand and listening to the rumble of the cavalry from the brigade.
Rushed past!
It took about a hundred breaths for the cavalry to rush over... The small flock had already been trampled and frightened, and more than a dozen sheep were trampled into pulp by the cavalry.
The old herdsman knelt on the ground and thanked Changshengtian for blessing him, and then panted and said to his trembling companion next to him: "It's over... The Dakla tribe is completely over... There are more than 1,500 cavalry, I'm afraid one person
There’s no way to escape! Let’s go now, gather some sheep, and we’ll escape to the Nada Sea right away…”
A black horse is strong and powerful, and a young general holding a spear in his hand is riding straight towards the chaotic battlefield ahead!
The four snow-white hoofs of the black horse flew on the sand, and the spears pierced quickly like poisonous snakes. More than a dozen Klie cavalry were knocked off their horses by Li Erlang... All the cavalry in black put away their bows and crossbows, brandished their swords and shot at the enemy.
Daruch now had the majesty of a leader, his armor was shining brightly, and the scimitar in his hand was stained with a thick layer of blood...
"Erlang! Let's have a competition...see who can kill the leader of the Dakla tribe!"
Daruch charged with his horse, and the two thousand cavalrymen of Nadahai roared and began to encircle and suppress these Mongolian cavalry who intended to march eastward to plunder...
Li Erlang roared angrily, and the black clouds stepped on the snow, and the BMW suddenly accelerated and ran straight towards the young man who was surrounded by a group of guards on the opposite side... "Lao Da! I will return to the Central Plains to fight for Lang Jun soon, so this guy can sacrifice my flag to me!"
"The person you are going to kill is a Jurchen! Killing the young master of the Kelie tribe... is not enough!"
Wuyun Texue screamed, rushing into the crowd and heading straight for the general! The spear in Li Erlang's hand was swung like lightning, scattering seven or eight guards who tried to stop him... The young master of Dakla tribe had red eyes and waved
The scimitar also rushed forward!
A moment later, the surrounding Kledi cavalry who were still resisting were suddenly alerted by a horn horn... A black horse roared on the top of the hillside and raised its hooves. The black-armored knight on the horse raised a spear high in his hand! The tip of the spear was raised high.
There was actually a bloody human head hanging on it...
"The leader of the Dakla Tribe will die in battle! Surrender without killing... Surrender without killing!"
Except for the dozens of lucky ones who fled into the sand sea... more than 1,500 Kili cavalry and more than 400 were killed in the battle. The rest all threw away their weapons in the encirclement, got off their horses and knelt on the ground...