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\Twenty-nine, the shadow of the Canglang flag

Just as Iorem was entrusting his future and life box to his homeland in his magnificent dungeon house, more than a hundred miles away from Lixuan City, on the edge of the vast Gobi Desert, around a lush oasis, there was a smoke and dust of fierce battles ["Crazy" Obtaining Multiple Chapters]

--The war drums pounded, the arrows roared through the air, the sticky blood soaked the yellow sand, and the lingering black smoke covered the blue sky

A flag of the Canglang, which symbolizes killing and conquest, is floating high on a sand dune outside the oasis

The cavalry battle that erupted between the continuous sand dunes lasted less than a quarter of an hour. The tribal residents who retreated to the oasis ended with the victory of the Tukan Iron Cavalry and the obliteration of the camel cavalry. The fenced city walls that were rushing to build with rammed earth and trees were finally destroyed by the Tukan Khanate nomadic cavalry again and again, finally collapsed a small gap.

So, the infantrymen of all races who were exposed to the scorching sun among the dunes, their throats were dry and smoked, and they were already impatient, suddenly seemed like a torrent at the breach of the dam. Before the guards blocked the gap with the earth bag door panel, they screamed and waved their swords to kill them.

The Oasis Tribe Warriors guarding their homes immediately fought without being outdone. This is their home, and behind them are their relatives and wives. Even if they are usually cowardly, they will not lack the courage to sacrifice and the determination to sacrifice when they reach such a desperate situation.

However, what greeted them at the gap in the fence was not the expected arrows and blades, but the burning flames

The temporary simple fire cup was filled with black viscous stone-flavored water. Although it was crude in appearance, its power was absolutely not bad. The defenders crowded around the gap further strengthened the lethality of the burning fire cup... Accompanied by a shrill cry, countless passionate desert warriors were stained with unextinguishable flames, rolling and wailing in the sand.

The invaders who were pre-worn with the fire-proof asbestos burqa rushed into the fence slowly, ignoring the poor people who were about to turn into coke, and just waved their sharp blades to fight against those opponents who were forced to disperse because of avoiding the flames, trying to open a passage in a desperate situation

The blade flew with blood, the remaining limbs and the head rolled down, the sharp spear penetrated the armor, shattering the fragile internal organs, and the heavy mace hit the helmet, and smashed the head below into a rotten watermelon...

Due to the loss of too many young and strong people in the cavalry battle, the Oasis defenders, who were obviously in short supply, quickly retreated from near the first fence and rushed into the tall castle in the center of the oasis in a mess.

This solid earthen castle located on the shore of a small lake in the oasis is not only the chief's residence, but also the last shelter for the entire tribe. When encountering a powerful enemy that is difficult to resist, the people of the entire tribe will hide in this turtle shell and expect the enemy to leave with satisfaction after robbing the village and town.

However, this time the invaders obviously did not attack the infantry of the vassal tribe so easily. They were indeed sitting next to the pile of corpses that were still warm, and they were breathlessly drinking and resting, refusing to continue moving, but the cavalry of the Tukan tribe who had been raising their strength had swaggered into the oasis, advanced to the fort, and set up a formation outside the range of the bow and arrow.

Then, in the eyes of the turret, people were surprised or afraid, a pile of strange iron components were dragged into the carriage. Several craftsmen in the village and town removed them from the carriage, assembled with hammers and screwdrivers, and soon the prototype of a cannon was built.

-- This is the simple leather cannon most commonly used by nomadic cavalry. Because heavy artillery trucks are difficult to march in the fields without roads, they often cannot keep up with the nomadic cavalry that often requires thousands of miles of raids. The grasslands often lack wood, so even the simplest pine wood cannon cannot be made.

So, after the war entered the firearm era, the nomads of the Tukan Khanate used their brains and used local conditions to wrap the iron core of the grassland, and then used iron hoops to hang the fur into a cannon barrel. This became the so-called leather cannon. Although each cannon cannon burn out only a few times, and the range and accuracy of the fire are very bad, it is better because it is easy to carry. It is still enough to bombard the villages and oboos on the grassland.

Facing the gradually formed artillery, the desert tribe warriors who were trapped in despair, finally rode the last dozens of camels and war horses, and rushed out of the originally defended castle, trying to destroy the enemy's artillery positions, but the short arrows shot by the Tukan cavalry easily destroyed their last counterattack. They also made loud noises in the smoke and fire, smashing iron slag and stones at them...

After the first shot, the gunners rushed to kick the hot gun barrel off the cannon stand and poured clean water to cool it. A burst of hissing white smoke came out. Another pre-installed cowhide gun barrel was carried up by the slaves. They first used a pig's hair brush to clean the sand and dust in the gun barrel, then filled it with gunpowder, replaced it with solid bullets, and prepared to bombard the exterior wall of the earthen castle.

Under such one-sided blow, the seemingly tall and thick rammed earth fortress finally could not withstand the repeated collision of stone bullets and iron balls, tilted little by little, cracked, and finally fell to the inside, splattering bricks and rubble splashing around, like a terrible heavy rain, breaking the heads of many guards who could not escape, and submerged the entire fortress in dust and smoke.

"…rush in, fuck this coward and let us chop them into meat sauce first and then enjoy their women."

Looking at the collapse of the castle, the officer in charge tiǎntiǎn's mouth, reached out and waved his saber, and issued an order to all the nomadic cavalry.

"...Oh, for the sake of women and treasure, kill them."

“……The heaven of immortality blesses, and makes the world our pasture”

And those nomadic cavalry, like beasts stabbed by the smell of blood, shouted wildly, and rushed into the dust and smoke like wolves and tigers. In the desperate and numb eyes of those people in the fortress, they raised their swords and set off a bloody storm, quickly turning the earthen fort into a slaughterhouse. The flames everywhere were ignited, and the viscous pool of blood soaked the earthen walls...

- Although the battle was not over yet, after losing the protection of the high walls, the remnant defenders' resistance was only delayed by the time they were massacred.

A moment later, on a narrow staircase in the fort, an oasis resident in a long robe staggered out of the door, wielding a big knife to resist, but was easily knocked away by a Tukan cavalry who had turned over and dismounted, and fell heavily to the base of the wall. So, the gauze scarf slid down, revealing the delicate face of a beautiful desert woman.

The nomadic cavalry who was about to step forward to finish the attack was stunned when they saw this. They just put down the saber, but suddenly screamed in pain... It turned out that this fierce desert beauty actually took out a knife from her skirt and inserted it into his big tui.

But such resistance did not achieve any results, but the cavalry was fierce. He heard him roaring, and then slapped the knife on the woman's hand, pulled her back and dragged her back, pulled her clothes off with a "pull", and suddenly shook her full shaking parts up and down, and the smooth belly that was deep in the ravines... In an instant, the cavalry's eyes became blood-red like wild beasts...

Accompanied by the still sporadic shouts of killing, the women's sharp chants seemed to be sad and happy, and like horns, spreading in this not-so-spacious castle, which seemed to be mixed with the wails of the young boys...

After only half a day of battle, the Shapur tribe, which had been thriving in this oasis for hundreds of years, completely disappeared into the small lake in the middle of the oasis in black smoke and yellow sand, floating with bloody corpses, dyed the lake water red. The tribe chief who insisted on resisting surrender, and his brother, son and trusted retainers were ordered to tie it to the ground with cowhide ropes, and then a large number of horse teams trampled them into unrecognizable meat mud.

The captured woman was dragged out. After searching for jewelry and daggers on her body, she rewarded the warriors who showed sè in the battle. Then, she couldn't wait to get dark, and they were pulled into several temporary tents by the anxious soldiers. Then she threw out a bunch of tattered women's clothes from it, and bursts of sharp roars and whine...

Those captured children were on the desert for surgery - all of them were stripped of their kids and castrated. Some of them would die of wound infection, while those survivors would be sold to military caravans and trafficked to Western courts as eunuchs.

As for the captured adult men, they were also threaded into strings with ropes and squatted between the dunes dejectedly... According to the practice of Tukan nomads, after breaking up against the hostile tribes, men who were higher than the wheels would be beheaded. But this time the situation was a bit special. Before the war ended, they could temporarily survive in the form of "sign troops" or cheap cannon fodder until they were killed in another battlefield.

On the edge of this oasis that was destruction in blood, a white Western traveler, also wearing a herder's fur coat, sat leisurely under the pungent shade of the bloody tree. While listening to the wails and chants coming from all around, he was quick to write and recorded the battle in a booklet.

"... On May 15th, the weather was clear, and a vanguard force of about 4,000 people under Prince Heda Huli, after six hours of battle, successfully conquered the Shapur tribe entrenched in the Golden Lake Oasis. The personnel losses were slight. The peripheral allies in Lixuan City have been cleaned up, and the final total attack is about to be launched... The Harpist Alliance and the chief commissioner of the Dragon Witch Cult in the Tukan Grassland, senior harpist Ecklinn..."

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A lush green grassland, which looks peaceful and peaceful under the summer sunshine

The clear blue sky is so clear, without any impurities, crystal water, attached to the green grass buds, swaying in the wind like pearls, and the sound of cattle and sheep adds vitality to this land from time to time

Just under this blue sky, a group of gorgeous knights were waiting for an opportunity to hunt their prey

Suddenly, the tall thatch was lifted by the rapid airflow, and a sound of horse hooves rushing violently, pounced fiercely like thunder.

Dozens of knights lit their bows and arrows, rode their horses to chase a group of yellow sheep. Most of them were naked on their upper body, and some were wearing leather jackets or colorful silk robes. They were hung on their necks with gold, silver and gemstones, which looked quite rich.

In the middle of these brave and brave knights, a wealthy noble man was surrounded by a luxurious colorful cloak, a tall crown decorated with jewelry, and a few pheasant feathers were inserted on the crown. He rode a tall oolong horse with a proud spring breeze and a full of energy.

"……hiss--"

With the neighing of the war horse, the Chinese-style knight who took the lead suddenly tied the reins and stopped the sprinting horse hooves.

Then, the young warrior wearing a colorful cloak was calmly bent his bow and arrow. With a "pop", a sharp arrow penetrated through the neck of a yellow sheep like lightning, causing the poor animal to fall to the ground immediately, dàng a piece of dust

Everyone accompanied him immediately cheered in unison, and several clever servants ran over immediately, lifting the yellow sheep shot to death by the arrow, showing it to the people in the distance, and immediately attracted a sound of flattery.

"...Your Highness the Prince is really worthy of being a sharpshooter who penetrates his throat with one arrow."

"...Oh, I am really ashamed to see His Highness the Prince so heroic and quite as handsome as a Khan's former style."

"...Tsk tsk, I heard that His Highness the Prince once shot more than 300 hares in one day, and the arrows were shot without any slightest. He was praised by foreigners as the Terminator of Rabbits."

...

Prince Heda Huli, who was praised by everyone, did not comment when he heard this, but just smiled slightly on his face. Then, he didn't even look at them, and urged the war horse under his crotch to continue running forward, and scolded, "...why are you all standing there? Why don't you catch up quickly and just fight a yellow sheep. The fun of hunting has just begun now."

In the cool early summer of the north, on the grassy grassland, it is actually very suitable for hunters to ride horses and ride with the breeze of soil and flowers, blowing through the knight's clothes and bumpy crotch mounts. They all make people experience the pleasure of riding in full bloom, and they are in love with each other.

Heda Huli, who regards himself as the son of the grassland, is crazy about this kind of stinging movement, especially when he is holding a bow and arrow and hunting freely on the prairie. Every time he sees the prey rushing blood and whine down, the joyful mood of killing will become stronger and stronger.

"...Haha, the greatest happiness in life lies in chasing your enemies everywhere, invading their land, plundering their wealth, and then listening to the cry of their wives and children."

Heda Huli silently recited the vicious saying that is well-known on the grassland, and once again raised his carved bow. Compared to enjoying wine, music and beautiful women in the luxurious camp, or listening to the white-bearded old scholars sent by his father Khan, nagging how to govern the country, manage the land, and collect taxes, he likes to hunt on the grassland and show his heroic fortune.

Humph, no matter how the southerners work hard to govern and accumulate wealth, aren’t they just fat sheep waiting to be slaughtered in front of our invincible grassland cavalry?

God has long given the whole world to us Tukan people. As for the indigenous people on the land, they are only worthy of being slaves or die.

He snorted in his heart, and shot an arrow at a hare in the grass not far away...

Prince Heda Huli's hunting team continued to move forward, and shot some yellow sheep and hares on the way, and had a lot of fun for a while.

In the place where His Highness could not see, hundreds of skilled grassland hunters were busy patrolling around with fear. While rushing the easy-to-treat prey such as yellow sheep, rabbits, etc. towards the direction where His Highness was, he also blocked and shot the wolves and wild dogs who came smelling the smell of blood to prevent these vicious beasts from rushing into the noble people and even offending His Highness's noble body... What's so bad is that you can't make too much noise yet.

In fact, because they were hunting on the grassland, their work was already very easy. If they were in the mountains, they had to drunk bears, wild boars and so on with wine in advance, and then staggered out for the nobles to shoot as targets to show their "braveness" - after more than 30 years of prosperity and glory, these wealthy grassland powers inevitably turned to hypocrisy and depravity...

However, whether he really didn't know or pretended to be deaf and dumb, Prince Heda Huli was hunting very happily on this day. Just as he took out a long arrow again and was about to put on the bowstring and aimed at the target, a rather rapid sound of horse hooves came from a distance.

"...Prince, Your Highness, Your Highness," a cavalry shouted loudly to everyone from a distance, with a small flag representing the messenger behind him.

"…Hmm? What's going on?"

Seeing a messenger coming, Heda Huli's face suddenly sank. He saw that he put down his already drawn bow and whispered to the entourage he had just followed: "...When I came out today, didn't you have already ordered me not to disturb me when I was hunting?"

Although the prince's tone was plain and gentle, it vaguely exuded a murderous aura, which made people not doubt at all. As long as he was unhappy, a large group of unlucky guys would immediately fall to the ground...

"...Your Highness the Prince is the war report from General Wusang from the Gobi"

The entourage was also startled and quickly explained, "... General Wusang, with his vassals and soldiers from all races, had already captured the Shapur tribe in the Jinhu Oasis, and returned with a large number of prisoners and treasures. The messenger came back to report his victory."

"...Oh? The Golden Lake Oasis has been captured? So the periphery of Lixuan City has been cleaned up?"

As soon as he heard the military situation on the front line, Heda Huli lost the interest in continuing to hunt. He turned his horse's head and planned to turn around and return to the camp with a happy expression, "... Very good, very good. Last time he attacked Lixuan City, I have always thought it was regretful that I could not expect the opportunity to avenge revenge and be able to come so soon... I wonder what these vassal soldiers gained in Jinhu Oasis?

I just hope that this group of people can bring us some beauties, not those ugly wives in the past... Well, until today's hunting ends here, everyone will go back to the camp with me to welcome the returned warriors."

As soon as he finished speaking, he had already galloped away, so tired that his followers rushed to chase him relentlessly...
Chapter completed!