"Will there be fraud?" Xu Jingzong saw that Chen Ying was so gullible about a little shepherd slave, and couldn't help but remind Chen Ying: "Chief, if you are not from my race, your heart will be different!" ”

"No!" Chen Ying shook his head and said: "Thirty-one Mandela warriors, twenty-seven are all old guys over fifty years old, and there are a few children who are more than half of them, it can be seen that the Mandela Ministry has indeed transferred the young strong, even if their young and strong are not transferred, how much combat power can a tribe of only six or seven thousand people have?" ”

Xu Jingzong said solemnly: "Then it's better to be careful!" ”

Chen Ying nodded.

The fat Turk who had been killed by Luo Shixin was now dead, and there was a large swarm of green-headed flies flying on the corpse, but the horse that stepped down was still next to the corpse, not running around like the other horses. Yu Guni and the soldiers of the Lingwu Army didn't like this kind of war horse that was too docile, Yu Guni stretched out his hand and pointed to the red horse and said, "That horse is yours!" ”

"Mine?" Kiziltag looked incredulous: "Give it to me? ”

Kiziltag's father was a slave, and he lived for nineteen years, and except for the sheepskin around his waist, there was not a trace of his personal property, and there was no cold winter, and he was huddled with the sheep for warmth. Now that he heard that he was going to be given a horse, he was immediately overwhelmed by this huge surprise.

For a long time, Kiziltag, who was stunned on the spot, was so excited that he danced with his hands: "I have a horse, I have a horse!" ”

Yu Guni went up unceremoniously, just kicked it, and scolded: "Cheap slave, don't you want to thank your master?" ”

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

Seeing that Kyzyltag rewarded a horse for leading the way for the Tang army, the hearts of the herdsmen were full of envy, jealousy and hatred, the eyes of these herdsmen slowly changed, and an older herdsman struggled for a long time, and said cautiously: "Nobleman, I know where our patriarch's concubine is, that is the first beauty of our Mandela Department!" ”

Chen Ying had no interest in those Turkic beauties who couldn't wash off the smell of sheep's flesh, looking at these poor herdsmen, Chen Ying smiled and said, "Do you want to eat a full meal?" ”

The shepherds almost didn't even hesitate, and shouted in unison: "Please have mercy on your nobles"

Chen Ying was like the big bad wolf who coaxed Little Red Riding Hood in a fairy tale at this time, showed a bright smile and said, "Give them food!" ”

Yu Guni also asked the horses **, mare's milk wine, sac cakes and other food seized from the Turkic corpses to be thrown on the grass, and the herdsmen did not dare to eat them at first. Although these herdsmen have a lowly status, they also know the truth that pie will not fall from the sky. They know that they want to eat these foods and that they have to pay a price.

Chen Ying looked at their doubts, and said with a smile as warm as the sun on his face: "Do you know why you are so poor? Do you know why you are starving and cold? Do you know why you live like a dog? Pick up arms, mount your horses, kill Mandela and his army, and you'll get the food, riches, horses, beautiful women, and freedom you want most! ”

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

Since Da Zeye Chen Sheng shouted: "The prince will have a kind of call? This bold statement injected the genes of resistance into the genes of the Chinese people. So whenever they can't survive, these poor peasants, as long as they are willing to scrape, will pull the emperor off the horse. Of course, the Turks and other nomadic peoples did not form this kind of thinking, mainly because they did not have a written language, and could not record and pass on their prosperity and glory.

These dozens of Turkic herdsmen did not disappoint Chen Ying, one by one they picked up the blades left by the Turks on the grass, without any stench on the corpses, quickly took off the leather armor that the Tang soldiers looked down on from the corpses, picked up inferior knives and guns, and put away the bone arrows and bows.

Of course, not all people have the courage to fight for a big fortune, Chen Ying waved his hand, pointed at these shepherd slaves and said: "Cowards don't deserve to live in this world, kill them!" ”

More than 20 shepherd slaves with weapons stabbed their blades 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 large net that was opened, sweeping away the herdsmen, cattle and sheep, and property scattered by the Mandela Department on the fertile grassland.

In fact, before Chen Ying arrived in Puze City, Mandela had already received the news and led six or seven hundred remaining tribal warriors to meet him, but at this time, Chen Ying had gathered nearly a thousand Turkic herdsmen or ordinary herdsmen, these Turks not only men, but also many women, and even half-grown children.

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

Killing is actually very easy, especially when Chen Ying's Dingyuan Army is lined up in a dense cavalry wall in the sixth fold of the mansion, and the hook and sickle spear with a blue cold light is raised, and there is no possibility of surviving in a charge.

Six or seven hundred Turkic Mandela soldiers did not even have time to hold on to half a pillar of incense before they collapsed. In the following battle, there is nothing surprising, the slaves or herdsmen of the Mandela tribe, who are extremely eager to realize the value of their existence in front of the new master, pierce the arrows of hatred or sharp blades into the remnants of the Mandela tribe......

The remnant sun was like blood, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood and a choking stench. By the time the sun had set, the battle within a radius of a few hundred miles of Fertile City had ended. Even Urasawa Castle rose with billowing smoke and blazing fire......

The strength of the tribe mainly depends on the wise leader and a group of loyal and fearless clansmen. When the clansmen and patriarchs are united and work together, the tribe will expand rapidly and prosper. To belittle the importance of the tribe is to push the tribe into an endless abyss.

Mandela is a very good warrior, even though he is old now, but he is still a good warrior. However, Mandela was paranoid about his own martial arts and used his own people as cattle and horses, so Mandela died.

When his guards were killed, the people who had been enslaved by him rushed to Mandela like madmen, and when Mandela killed one person, he immediately rushed over three or four people, and when Mandela killed these three or four people, he would immediately rush up to a dozen people.

So Mandela was exhausted by his own people and died on the battlefield. By the time the battle was over, Mandela had fallen in front of him by hundreds. Xu Jingzong said: "It's a pity! ”

Chen Ying also said: "It's a pity! ”

Xu Jingzong looked at Chen Ying, his eyes full of awe.

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