Zhang Zhongjun, who had settled down, finally focused his attention on the battlefield and saw his soldiers rushing out of the gap in the camp with high morale.

The reason why they are so bold is that they find that they have been raised by the red aperture by one order, while the strength of the enemy's cavalry has dropped by one order, in such a state, even with their bare hands, they dare to rush towards the enemy.

Similarly, in addition to Zhang Zhongjun's soldiers who went to besiege and beat the hundred cavalry patrolling the township, the young men of the bullaurs also rushed out to participate in the siege.

Zhang Zhongjun glanced at it slightly, his face was a little weird, because he found that those fierce minotaurs, only those with axes were attacking these patrol cavalry who had turned into soft-footed shrimp, and they also used a slap to smash the patrol cavalry to the ground, and there was absolutely no need to chop!

That is to say, these fallen township patrol cavalry are at most unconscious, or have some skin injuries, fatal injuries or death, don't look at these minotaurs are very arrogant, but they are very cautious about attacking them.

As for the minotaur with the mace? He rushed across the battlefield as soon as possible, ran to the periphery and in turn surrounded the retreat of these patrolling cavalry, and did not attack, but just openly erected a chilling mace to demonstrate.

And Zhang Zhongjun's 500 soldiers are obviously not the kind of existence that will only be dull and obedient to orders, they saw that the friendly army actually showed mercy, and the iron robbery that originally stabbed the cavalry patrolling the countryside was naturally a turn of the wrist, either turning into a slap, or a sweep, or provoking, anyway, it was also a kind of attack that did not make a dead hand.

One hundred patrol cavalry, in the face of the attack of seven or eight hundred people, and it was an attack whose strength suddenly became stronger than their own, it can be said that it didn't take much time, they fell off their horses one by one screaming, and then they were tied up one by one by the soldiers of Zhang Zhongjun's rushing army with rattan ropes.

Because there were minotaurs with maces on the periphery, none of the horses escaped, and they may have wanted to flee at the urging of their owners to report the news, but when they saw the sharp and shiny maces, the instinct of the creatures made them naturally dodge, and finally they could only shrink into a ball and neigh.

Zhang Zhongjun was not attracted by the battle, but looked greedily at the hundred war horses and a hundred prisoners, he licked his lips, waved his hand and shouted: "Take the war horses back to the camp, and give those captives' clothes, weapons, and all kinds of bits and pieces to Lao Tzu and pack them up!"

Because it was still in the previous yellow aura statute, the Minotaur could understand what Zhang Zhongjun shouted, including the elderly Minotaur who had seen a lot, and all the Minotaurs looked at Zhang Zhongjun a little sluggishly.

The old minotaur couldn't help but persuade: "They are just defeated captives, please don't deprive them of their clothes, leave them a decent place, otherwise it will not be good for a good public feud to become a personal feud." ”

"Hahaha, it's okay, I'll leave them a pair of pants!" Zhang Zhongjun shouted disapprerovingly.

In this regard, the old Minotaur sighed a little helplessly, and now he is more sure that Zhang Zhongjun is the son of a big man in a big force, and it is likely that he is the kind of second son who has no inheritance rights and deliberately does something out of the ordinary to belittle his reputation in order not to be murdered by his brother who will succeed to the throne in the future.

Otherwise, it is really impossible to say clearly, after capturing the enemy, Mao will strip the other party's clothes naked, which is an insult to any force, because in some forces, the enemy is captured, and if the enemy has a high status and high status, even weapons will be reserved for the other party, and only a certain range of freedom restrictions will be made, and nothing else will be done. Even if they are captured as slaves, they will not deprive others of their shameful clothing.

Just like your own minotaur, if you capture the minotaur, take away the minotaur's weapon, or even make the minotaur work like a cow, it's not an insult, but if you take the minotaur's animal skin apron away, it's a super insult that will never die.

The minotaur thought that Zhang Zhongjun's subordinates would not be able to carry out this excessive order, but what they didn't expect was that the leaders who heard the order were stunned at first, and then rushed towards the captives in ecstasy.

That's right, not only the soldiers, but also the pioneers of the people who stayed in the camp to do logistics work, regardless of men, women, young and old, grinned one by one and ran towards the captives.

The soldiers went to lead their horses to clean up the weapons left on the battlefield, and those leaders went to wait for the prisoners, 700 people, only 100 prisoners, which means that for one captive, there are 7 people around the prisoner.

As you can imagine, in a miserable wail and angry roar, the bound captives were first untied, but no matter how much they struggled, they couldn't fight against the seven lords who also got the aura of strength improvement, so they were easily stripped of their clothes and shoes, leaving only a pair of pants for the other party, and then tied back carefully, and then carefully checked the ground around them, and finally ran back to the camp happily with the booty.

After a while, there were a hundred more trousers on the ground, many of whom were township patrol cavalry bound in a shameful posture, and these cavalrymen were so angry that their faces were flushed and they scolded, but Zhang Zhongjun didn't care at all, and they didn't scold or teach a lesson, so they let them curse and curse here. Anyway, if you don't understand it, it's a noise.

The loot was withdrawn from the camp, Zhang Zhongjun actually ran to check the count, and the leaders were as excited as Zhang Zhongjun, and they were carefully arranged and placed one by one.

That look, that action, made the minotaurs chill for a while, damn it, how could these guys show such a look, even a homeless man who has never worn new clothes in his life would not show such a look to those clothes, right? And the expression of stroking the war horse made people's hairs stand up even more, even in the face of their beloved, I am afraid they don't have such a disgusting look, right?

All the minotaurs were frightened by the expressions of Zhang Zhongjun and his people, and they were afraid that they were stopping, and they couldn't say that the animal skin aprons would be dropped by these guys who had never seen anything, and directly instigated the old minotaurs to say goodbye to Zhang Zhongjun, and they didn't want to share any spoils, so they hurriedly took the tribesmen and rushed out of the camp as if they were fleeing, and then rushed directly into the big river regardless of it, swam over quickly, and did not wave to this side when they got ashore, and disappeared directly into the distance.

Zhang Zhongjun, who still wanted to bargain with the minotaur and take up more loot, watched the minotaur disappear quickly a little sluggishly, turned his head to see the appearance of his people happily sorting out the loot, and couldn't help but shake his head helplessly.

There really can't be helped, anyone who needs to live in the Stone Age for a long time, and must re-establish civilization by themselves, and it's strange not to go crazy after seeing these loot. Now I can only pray that when I return to the noble pearl, these trophies will also go back, otherwise it will be a vain joy.

(End of chapter)