Chapter 96: Bloody fighting spirit

In the Khitan barracks, blood and fire spread everywhere, and screams were thundering, and for a moment they seemed to have turned into a blood and fire hell.

Luo Dacheng stood in the middle of the barracks, watching all this coldly.

His subordinates were yelling excitedly, traveling around the barracks, looking for spoils everywhere, searching out all the property, putting it on a carriage, tied it to the horse's back, and the property piled up like a mountain.

These things are not privately owned by them, but will be distributed to them one by one after the war according to the size of each person's merits.

No one dared to falsely report his military achievements, because before the war they knew that the consequences of falsely reporting his military achievements were extremely serious and liars would be severely punished. And these men on the grassland were not used to lying, and they were already satisfied that they could receive spoils according to their actual military achievements.

Only from the amount of money they have obtained now, they can guess that there are quite a few spoils they have obtained after the war. In this way, they have much more income than grazing, which makes the combat factors in their blood vessels active.

Although it was a military camp, because the Khitans had been stationed here for many years, they suppressed the possible rebellion of the Bu Bu people, making the camp like a town, and there were many irrelevant people living in it, mostly Khitans, and occasionally their Bu Bu slaves worked hard and supported their masters.

This time, the invasion of the military camp was due to the Khitan carelessness and the emptiness in the military camp. Xiao Xing'ang took almost all the Liao soldiers to sweep the grassland and attack the camp of Hualie's troops, but he never dreamed that there were brave people who dared to attack his own military camp.

No wonder he could not have imagined that on this grassland, there were weak tribes living in it, and they could not unite and had constant disputes with each other, so there was no strength to attack his military camp. But when Luo Dacheng appeared, everything would change.

The gate of the military camp was opened by Timur and his deceased soldiers. Luo Dajian could take action by himself, but it was impossible for him to do everything himself. So he stood under the high wall of the military camp, silently watching his subordinates walking in danger, and moving towards the road of warriors.

When they broke into the military camp, the empty camp was vulnerable. When more than a thousand soldiers from the Hualie tribe rushed in, the weak Khitans were running everywhere. They shouted in fear and were rushed up by the excited Hualie tribe soldiers and slashed on the ground. The smell of blood filled the entire military camp.

Luo Dacheng did not stop them from killing the Khitans. Using blood to stimulate the fighting spirit of the soldiers was the experience of the Mongols. They used this method to create an invincible violent army of the world. Every warrior had a strong interest in blood and killing. In front of these bloodthirsty warriors, any enemy could only be killed by them with trembling.

All the remaining people were driven out, standing in the dark, looking at the barracks that caught fire, and crying loudly. Luo Dacheng prohibited his subordinates from raping and killing women. If they did not take up weapons and resist the situation, then drive them out of the camp and let them fend for themselves.

All the property was searched. The carriages in the Khitan camp were loaded and the horses were loaded with a lot of valuable things on their backs.

At Luo Dacheng's gesture, Timur and his subordinates held torches and slapped into the military camp, laughing loudly, looking at the pitiful expressions of the Khitans, and recalling the memories of being bullied by the Khitans in the past, and their hearts were indescribable.

The torch in his hand reached the house, and the flames rushed to the roof quickly, swallowing the house in the flames.

His subordinates also followed Luo Dacheng's orders and ignited fire everywhere. Soon, blazing flames ignited everywhere in the camp.

Timur led his subordinates and quickly retreated. Only a large military camp was left, with blazing fires burning everywhere.

Luo Dacheng stood in front of the camp, silently watching the firecracker, swallowing the entire camp into the raging fire. Behind him were a large black cavalry, staring at the Khitan camp with his excited and passionate light, staring at the Khitan camp engulfed by the fire.

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To the west of the Khitan camp, there is a large wilderness, and ten miles away from the camp, there is a tall mound.

Behind the mound, more than a thousand slogans were holding war horses and guarding there silently, with wooden pieces in their mouths in order to avoid making sounds and being noticed by the enemy.

Luo Dacheng stood with them, waiting patiently for the enemy to return to the rescue.

Although he was vaguely worried about Di Liniang and Meng Yilan, he could only believe in the information sent by Brother Su to the Pegasus: his wife and Meng Yilan had already left with the entire tribe, while Xiao Xing'ang broke into another small tribe of the Bu people. Now he should have seen the firelight in the camp and was on his way back to the army.

Suddenly, his ears moved. He seemed to hear the sound of horse hooves coming from afar.

Beside him, a slogan was lying on the ground, listening to the sound coming from the ground with his ears. At this time, he suddenly raised his head and shouted respectfully: "Chief, a large group of cavalry rushed over!"

Luo Dacheng nodded and raised his hand to signal the soldiers to prepare.

The soldiers who were originally sitting on the ground resting stood up, moved their bodies silently, preparing for the next bloody battle. Everyone's eyes flashed with excitement and tension.

Luo Dacheng raised his head, listened with his ears, and listened from a distance as the cavalry brigade was quickly rushing towards him.

He stood beside the mound, looking up and saw from afar a huge team appearing in the distant west.

In the middle of the team, there were countless torches. The soldiers held the torches high and galloped on horseback. The whole team was like a long, lit snake, stretching endlessly in the dark. The distance between the head of the army and the tail was very long. It seemed that they were rushing back to the camp to rescue, and they no longer had to keep the formation.

At this moment, in his sight, Xiao Xing'ang, who was galloping on his horse, was already breathing a little. Looking at the blazing flames in the night ahead from afar, his heart was trembling in pain.

There, he worked hard to collect gold, silver and treasures, and a large number of cattle and sheep slaves. If they were attacked by the enemy, their savings over the years would be destroyed!

At this time, he had to rush back desperately, for fear that he would not be able to catch up, rescue, or let the enemy escape. He no longer cared about horsepower and could only rush to gallop until the speed of the war horse slowed down, because it was so tired that it could not run anymore.

The long snake formation stretched forward and ran as soon as possible. The Khitan cavalry held high torches and followed the figures of the companions in front of them, constantly urging the horse to run forward.

In the dark night, Xiao Xingang vaguely saw the tall mound in front of him with the stars in the sky. He made a sudden move in his heart and immediately raised an order to let his subordinates turn around and try to stay away from the mound.

But at this time, his troops were closer to the mound.

Behind the mound, Luo Dacheng had raised his hand. Behind him, the soldiers of the Hualie tribe stepped on their horses one by one, followed him, and ran forward silently, galloping towards the army shining with torches.

Luo Dacheng rode his horse in front, leading more than a thousand soldiers to gallop quickly in the darkness, and quickly approaching the enemy in front.

The sound of their horse hooves could no longer be hidden from the Khitans. Xiao Xing'ang was already shouting loudly, ordering the troops in front to stop immediately and report their names to avoid accidental injury.

What answered him was the rain of arrows all over the sky. When the sound of bowstrings in the hands of thousands of people sounded, endless arrows broke through the air in the darkness, Xiao Xingang's face had turned pale and he bit his teeth tightly.

The arrow was like a locust, shooting towards the torch. Before he could dodge, the Khitans were shot into the body by the sharp arrow shot from their heads and screamed and knocked down the horse. Even in the armor, they could not stop the sharp arrows on their faces.

More Liao soldiers fell down with their men and horses. The war horses under their crotch were huge and could not resist the arrows falling from the sky.

Just the first wave of arrows caused heavy losses to the Liao soldiers who were at the forefront. Countless Liao soldiers fell from their horses, and torches fell beside them. The dim fire light shone on their bloody bodies, and shrill screams kept coming out in the dark.

Luo Dachengchi was at the forefront of the army, aiming at the figure below a torch in front, and let go of the bowstrings with a whoosh. With a scream in the wilderness ahead, the figure suddenly disappeared on the horse, and the torch fell to the ground and extinguished it.

Luo Dacheng kept shooting arrows, leading his troops to rush past the enemy, and sprinkled large pieces of arrows on the enemy's head.

According to the targets pointed out by the torch for them, countless people rushed to gallop in the dark, trying to keep a distance from the enemy dozens of steps, constantly setting bows and arrows, shooting arrows in the direction of the torch, and then happily watched the torch fall, and the enemy's figure fell into the darkness.
Chapter completed!