The horse thief has no centripetal force at all, it is entirely because of the interests that come together.

It would be fine if the situation was smooth sailing. If you encounter the enemy's advantage, these horse thieves would be a group of fish.

Although he was roaring at the top of his lungs, hoping that the thieves could show some momentum, the fact is that these thieves were only concerned about fighting alone, thinking about finding an opportunity to escape.

Even Luo couldn't help but smile bitterly. When did he come and think about running away, these guys are really a piece of mud and can't stand on the wall.

At this time, the more afraid of death, the more the death becomes, the more the death becomes. Only by returning to the group to keep warm and living towards death can there be a glimmer of hope.

Unfortunately, he had no time to explain, because the next steel knife swung to his neck.

Geng Luo didn't even feel too much touch, he just felt a chill in his neck, and then his head flew up and threw it out.

Blood gushed like a fountain.

"The thief leader is dead, surrender quickly."

I don’t know who was the general of the Ming army shouted first, and then a group of Ming soldiers shouted one after another.

"Speed ​​of speed."

These horse thieves suddenly became even more panicked.

They had no opinion at all, and when they died, they had no idea.

In order to save his life, many horse thieves threw away the scimitar in their hands without hesitation, jumped off the horse's back and knelt on the ground and kowtowed to mercy.

For the Ming army, this is of course a good result.

No blood is the highest level of victory in combat.

After a fierce battle with the Ottoman army, the Ming army was actually very tired at this moment. Although after a period of rest, the fatigue did not disappear.

So in Li Dingguo's view, as long as he has the opportunity, he should win by tricks.

Only by cherishing the soldiers will the soldiers fight for you.

Of course, Li Dingguo also understood that these more than a thousand horse thieves were just a small part of the generation of horse thieves in Samarkand, and most of the horse thieves were actually hidden in the dark.

He just wanted to use this action to greatly stimulate the horse thieves and force them to go out to fight.

Of course, if these horse thieves insist on being turtles with their heads, Li Dingguo has an alternative plan.

The current situation is extremely beneficial to the Ming army. Li Dingguo has mastered the overall situation and taken the initiative, and the next thing he has to do is to deal with it according to his moves.

After all, horse thieves are horse thieves, and their tactical choices are very single, and they have no countermeasures for the time being when facing opponents that are stronger than them.

It seems that Li Dingguo overestimated them before.

At this point, what the Ming army had to do was to clean up the battlefield and then get some useful information from the prisoners.

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The battle ended so quickly that when hundreds of horse thieves were tied up and kneeling there, Liu Xingming and Hao Yaoqi were dancing and waving their arms excitedly.

"Your Highness King Jin, I'll say that these guys are all a bunch of useless guys and have no combat ability at all. This doesn't happen to me, you overestimate them too much."

"However, we can get some useful information from these guys. It would be better if we could know where these horse thieves' lairs are."

"Yes, yes, Xingming's statement is reasonable. Now these horse thieves must be afraid of death. As long as His Highness Jin promised them that they could not die, they would definitely say everything they knew without hesitation."

Li Dingguo listened very seriously and nodded from time to time.

"What you said is reasonable, just do what you said. There is only one thing, how can we communicate with them? Who can speak Turkic?"

When all the generals heard this, they scratched their heads.

Even the Ottomans did not speak entirely in Turkic, but rather in Turkic variants.

The Ming army did not need to communicate with the Ottomans before. They were even more disgraceful when facing the Turkic horse thieves in Samarkand and didn't know what to do.

"This is indeed a bit difficult, I'll ask the guide."

Liu Xingming thought about it and remembered that there was also a guide sent by Abbas II and a messenger to the Central Plains, Alfons, who went to the Central Plains, so he tried to suggest.

"Yes, why did I forget him?"

This guide, Alphons, is a Persian at least. He must have some understanding of the language of the local ethnic groups. Even if he cannot master it clearly, he can probably understand it roughly.

Now Li Dingguo can only count on Alphonse.

"Go and invite Alphonse, just say that I want him to communicate with the horse thieves."

"Affect the order."

The personal soldiers held their fists and took the order away.

Not long after, Alphons was taken to Li Dingguo.

This person is a genuine Persian, not only dressed gorgeously, but also lived very exquisitely.

After seeing Li Dingguo, Alfons put his hand on his shoulder and bowed slightly, "Dear King of Jin of the Ming Dynasty, I don't know why you came to me."

After a period of time, Alphons was able to speak simple Chinese. Although it was not very standard or even a little accent, it was not too difficult to understand.

Li Dingguo smiled slightly and said, "I have caught many horse thieves. These guys speak Turkic words. I wonder if the envoy can understand it."

"Turkish?"

Alfons was stunned for a moment, then smiled bitterly: "In fact, there are many types of Turkic languages, and there are different types of languages ​​in different places. Although there are subtle differences in details, this difference can also lead to people not understanding it. I will try it as much as possible, but if you don't understand it, please forgive me for the King of Jin in the Ming Dynasty."

"Well, it's expensive, just give it a try."

Li Dingguo's attitude is very open.

It's a matter of killing a dead horse, but you won't lose anything if you try it.

If it succeeds, it will be that Ming Jun made a profit.

Alphons was soon taken to the Turkic horse thief prisoners.

Looking at these Turkic horse thieves who were dejected and drooping their heads, Alfons understood seven or eight in his heart.

These guys should be a mixed race between the descendants of Turkic and the local Sogdians. They can be clearly seen from the color of skin, hair, and eyes.

"You are the prisoners who have just been defeated. I will ask you a few questions on behalf of the King of Jin in the Ming Dynasty."

Alphons began to communicate with them in a not-so-fluent Turkic language.

His Turkic words were indeed not very good, but all the meanings he deserved were expressed immediately.

Next, we have to wait and see if there is any response.

Alphons had no confidence in this.

Just as she said to Li Dingguo just now, the language spoken by people in different places will be greatly different, just like the dialects of various places in the Ming Dynasty.

Some may understand, while others may not understand at all.

It depends on luck.

Alphons could only do his best, and he could not guarantee the result.

I can only try my best.

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Chapter completed!