Near the end of the year, the soldiers of the Tang Dynasty were in a foreign land.


    After leaving the city of Mukun family, I collected a lot of fur, which were left by the people who were anxious to leave the city.


    Fifty thousand soldiers put on animal skins, cloth clothes, or clothes of Turkic people and marched towards Muyang city.


    After running for most of the day, I gradually found some nomadic tents in the afternoon.


    The people who have lived in the wasteland oasis for generations also began to prepare to move westward at the call of Tianxiang Khan.


    The old shepherd threw bundles of hay into the sheepfold, stabbed at the bleating sheep and smiled.


    "Eat, eat. We''re leaving tomorrow. I''m afraid there won''t be so much forage on the road in the future."


    The voice didn''t fall, but there was a black line in the sky. In doubt, he turned his back, narrowed his eyes, bypassed the sheepfold and looked carefully.


    "Has the weather changed?"


    The faint old eyes sewed together and stared at the black line.


    The next moment, I suddenly realized my stupidity. The black line was not like a black cloud, but a surging horse!


    I''ve heard that the soldiers of the Tang Dynasty went west, but I didn''t think it was so fast.


    "Tang Jun is coming!"


    The old voice, with a touch of panic, warned against the smoke curling from the tent.


    The next moment, the earth was shaking faintly, and the horn of the fighting of the Tang army had sounded.


    A large number of people poured out of a top yurt, and the Tang army led by hundreds of silver armor cavalry galloped like an outbreak of mountain torrents.


    In the sight, galloping horses, bright blades and Howling soldiers are overwhelming, just like passing locusts.


    Perhaps they have experienced too much calm. Facing the sudden military front, these desert people have completely forgotten what to do.


    The old shepherd in front of him was stunned for a while. When he reacted, the cavalry who rushed to him pointed out the blade and slashed him on the chest.


    With great strength, the shepherd''s body rolled twice in the snow. When he died, the huge horseshoes were raised high and reflected in his frightened eyes. When the darkness shrouded, his brain burst and splashed on the railing of the sheepfold.


    Ah~


    The shrill scream rang out from nowhere.


    The moment a corpse fell down, the crowd who were still watching fled in panic.


    The women picked up the playing children, turned and ran desperately. The men got into the big tent and took out the Borzoi''s bow and arrow.


    The roar outside the tent became clear, and scattered soldiers swept in, waved the blade, shouted and cut in from the flustered figure.


    Someone subconsciously looked back, the cold blade came against the wind, and the vision flew into the air. When the blood fog burst, his head whirled to the ground.


    Countless fleeing wasteland people were chased by the tail, cut down in the snow and slaughtered in the big tent.


    The herdsmen still in the distance stared in horror and began to flee towards the vast snow.


    The soldiers who bypassed the village had already rushed with their horses


    The shrill cry filled the bright sky. The man holding the bow and arrow had been cut off his arms by the sharp Tang knife before he pulled out the arrow. The gushing plasma splashed on the white snow, and the man fell to the ground and shouted.


    A spear pierced his chest before he called a few times.


    Around, and even further away, the vast Tang sergeant has completed the encirclement and is coming from the northeast and northwest.


    The whole Tang soldiers scattered in the ice and snow gradually gathered and surrounded. Like a huge net, it began to aggregate.


    Some people found the wasteland. The people kept dried meat and Hu cakes for the winter. By the way, they took out torches from the campfire and threw them into the collapsed tent.


    The blazing flame ignited the surrounding tents along the wind, and the fire was pushed away.


    Looking at the continued killing in the west, Tang Hao on the straddling horse waved slowly.


    "Leave some and ask who their patriarch is."


    The scream gradually decreased with the transmission of the military order.


    The wasteland people standing in the circle looked at everything around them in panic. The women kept tears and sobbed.


    Poof.


    The bloody spear was inserted into the soil, and Wu Tong glanced coldly at the crowd crowded in the middle.


    "Who is your patriarch? Come out and talk!"


    The sobbing voice gradually decreased. Everyone looked at each other and no one answered.


    The haze of fear has long been filled in my heart. Everyone knows that the first one out is the soul under the knife.


    Looking at the silent crowd, Wu Tong clenched his teeth, pulled out the iron spear, shook the reins, and walked slowly towards the crowd.


    "No?"


    "Very good."


    At the exit of the good word, the spear had poked out, stabbed a man in the arm and threw him out of the crowd.


    Ah~


    In the scream, the man rolled several times, fell into the snow and struggled.


    With his right hand holding his drooping left arm, the man knew that his arm had been pierced, and the red blood flowed along his fingers.


    In his horror, the cold blade of the spear had been handed to his neck, and the low voice came from the horse.


    "You say."


    The man knew that he had become a fish on the chopping board. He was a corpse vertically and horizontally. He glanced at Wu Tong cruelly and smiled grimly.


    "Han thief, don''t let me say..."


    Before the words fell, the spear had been handed out, with a pop through his neck.


    "All I want is a name."