On the field, the shouts of fighting to the death shocked Yingye. The originally green grassland became a Shura-like hell. Huluguang and the three thousand black cavalry under his command and the 1,500 elite Tubo soldiers were completely strangled together. Although the black cavalry was strictly trained and well-equipped, they could no longer maintain an overwhelming victory in the face of these Tubo soldiers who were almost as cruel as wild beasts during the battle. There were casualties in their teams.

Lu Guang is a brave general. He can bravely attack the enemy's own formation with his soldiers, and he is fearless in the face of several times the enemy. However, he cannot think of any good way to lead his army to wipe out the enemy in the vast and flat fields. He can only use the most effective and simplest way of fighting, which is the most effective and simple way to achieve it.

With a cry of eagle, Huluguang suddenly looked back and saw his eagle king scratching the Tubo people behind him with one claw. The face of the Tubo people who wanted to sneak attack him was quietly climbed up from the body of the Tubo people behind him. The sword flashed, and the horizontal knife in Huluguang's hand slashed away his head. "Thank you, old man!" Waving the blood beads on the knife, Luguang was whistling at his eagle king. With a scream, the king of eagles stopped on his shoulder. After a long cry, the sharp eagle eyes looked at him, and there was an indescribable style. Huluguang laughed loudly, and he instigated the horses to rush towards the Tubo people who were resisting not far away again.

The Tubo people's camp, forty miles away, had been completely captured by Murong Ke at this time. The last three thousand Tubo soldiers left in the camp were defeated one by one by the Black Cavalry Army while fighting each other, and were all sent to the Yellow Spring Road. For Murong Ke, he did not want to be distracted by other matters before he dealt with the 7,000 Tubo people who were taken away. Therefore, when the Tubo people threw away the swords in their hands and surrendered, the Black Cavalry Army had no geographical understanding, and they still rode their horses and roared to kill these Tubo people.

Finally, only women, children and a few elderly people were still alive in the Tubo camp. They shrank and looked both awe, fear, hatred, and anger. When the black cavalry soldiers riding tall war horses stopped in front of them, they knelt in front of these sudden conquerors without any hesitation.

Above the camp, there were black smoke pillars, which seemed particularly eye-catching on the endless grassland. The seven thousand Tubo people ran out of the camp had long seen the black smoke pillar that made them feel unknown, but when they wanted to look back, the black cavalry who had led them out had killed them and retaliated. They relied on the horse speed and harassed them on their wings with two thousand-man teams respectively to prevent them from going back. Faced with these black cavalry, the Tubo people finally had to separate the two thousand-man behind the temple to prevent these black cavalry from blocking their way back.

When they heard the order issued by Murong Ke, the thousand guerrilla generals of the Black Cavalry all showed shock. They could not have imagined that this young general promoted by the head coach would be so cruel and ruthless. Looking at the black cavalry general standing in the same place, Murong Ke's slender eyebrows jumped, and a little cold air appeared in his pupils. His voice was cold, "Do you want to disobey?"

"Is the general's approach really hard for us to accept?" Among those guerrillas, an officer who was only 24 or 5 years old frowned. They have received military qualities since childhood, and have defeated the enemy with a dignified military formation. In their eyes, the way of combat, like the one Murong Ke said, is undoubtedly a evil way and loses the honor of a soldier.

"On the battlefield, all soldiers want to pursue is victory." Murong Ke's eyes sharply scanned the guerrillas of the black cavalry, the officers and staff members beside him, and his voice was stern. "Abandon your ridiculous moral sense. When you put on this military uniform and stand on the battlefield, you are just a group of cold soldiers. Feeling guilt or something, only those cowards with unstable minds will have it."

"Now, execute my order." Looking at the officers and staff members who lowered their heads, Murong Ke held his hand on the hilt of his waist, with murderous intent in his voice, "Otherwise, the local language will be dealt with as a crime of disturbing the morale of the army."

"Here!" The black cavalry guerrillas and officers finally raised their heads. Although their military posture was already upright, their voices were no longer as loud as before. They once thought they were saviors, not just conquerors, but now Murong Ke let them know that the soldiers were not as noble as they had heard stories told by their elders in the past. There was only victory or defeat on the battlefield and no morality. When they picked up the knife to kill the enemy, they had no morality.

Listening to the orders issued by the officers, the soldiers of the Black Cavalry just hesitated for a moment, and then they faithfully implemented the military order. They were soldiers, and obeying the orders was their duty. The 30,000 remaining elderly, weak and weak women and children in the Tubo camp were tied up with ropes and connected together, and then driven out of the camp. They stood on the grassland, staring at the black cavalry lined up behind them with their eyes blankets, and smoke and dust rose in front of them, and their soldiers came back. Murong calmly commanded the Black Cavalry to make the final deployment, without caring about the Tubo people who were approaching quickly in the distance.

The five thousand Tubo people who returned to the rescue stopped in a daze as they looked at the relatives tied up in front of them on the grassland. They soon realized that the black cavalry used their relatives as shields to block them. If they wanted to attack, they could only step on the bodies of their relatives. In an instant, these Tubo soldiers' eyes were red. They had never hated their enemies so much, but they forgot that when they conquered other tribes, they often drove away the innocent people as their shields. However, this time it was their turn.

"In the war, there is nothing innocent or not." Looking at the Tubo soldiers who stopped, Murong Ke murmured to himself, with a sense of terrible cruelty in his voice. He raised his hand and waved it heavily. Then the soldiers of the Black Cavalry drove the old, weak, women and children in front and pressed towards the five thousand Tubo soldiers in front. Those who were unwilling to step were immediately shot to death by bows and arrows, and then dragged down the people beside him who were tied together, and then trampled to death by the panicked people behind him.

Looking at this scene, the eyes of the five thousand Tubo soldiers seemed to be about to be opened, and the red eyes seemed to be bleeding. In front of them were their relatives, and they could not leave them alone. Only then did they know how angry and unwilling their enemies were when facing such a scene.

Murong Ke sat upright on the horse, directing the entire team to move forward slowly and in an orderly manner, constantly approaching the Tubo soldiers. His face was calm from beginning to end, making the black cavalry staff beside him feel as if the blood on his body was cold.

Looking at the close relatives. Some of the Tubo soldiers who had been at a loss finally couldn't help but rush out of the team, jumped off the horse, ran forward, and used a knife to cut off the thick ropes tied to their relatives. Murong did not stop the Tubo soldiers from rescuing the people tied in front of the team. He just stopped the entire team and watched coldly as more and more Tubo soldiers jumped off the horse and rushed towards them.

"Shoot the arrow." Finally, when nearly two thousand Tubo soldiers jumped off the horse and rushed to the front of the team, Murong Ke issued an order, and then three thousand black cavalry soldiers dismounted to start shooting with their composite longbows, and wave after wave of arrows covered the front of the team, shooting the rushing Tubo soldiers and the tied old, weak, women and children to death. Although cruel, it is very effective.

In the end, the remaining Tubo soldiers could no longer help, and began to bypass the relatives in front of them. They wanted to go around the black cavalry behind them to attack. They rode their horses like crazy like horses, thinking in their hearts that the ground was just killing these demon-like black cavalry and saving their relatives.

Looking at the Tubo people rushing over, Murong Ke sneered. He protected the prisoners in front and on both wings. He took this into consideration and "split a thousand people and covered them and shot them." He ordered the officer beside him coldly.

Soon, a thousand black cavalry soldiers stopped shooting in front, and they aimed at the Tubo people behind them who had already been wandering far away and began to shoot intensively. As they ran, the horses of these Tubo people were already in short supply. In the end, most of them had to get off their horses and rushed towards these demon-like enemies. Murong did not have any respect for the Tubo people who rushed towards them with courage. He just coldly implemented the path of his pursuit of victory as a general. He issued another order, "Cavals attack."

The 1,500 black cavalrymen had been waiting for a long time. They rushed from behind the formation and almost all became infantry Tubo teams, and began to annihilate the charge. The bloody ground on the battlefield had completely awakened the murderous intent hidden in their hearts. After they broke into the Tubo teams with neatly conical formations, they separated in various places, just like in the past battle training, the twelve people started efficient massacre with fire in a combination of the formation.

After giving the order, Murong Ke no longer paid attention to the battle behind him. For him, the battlefield that had already won was not worth any distraction. He looked ahead again. Although the nearly two thousand Tubo soldiers who rushed in were killed or injured under the blow of arrows, they still cut off many ropes, allowing many people to escape from this cruel and bloody place with them.

"Charge." Murong stopped the arrow formation and gave the last order in the battle. Then he personally rode the war horses, and led the three thousand black cavalrymen who had collected their bows and struck the horses in the group of prisoners in front, forcibly stepped out a bloody path, killing the remaining Tubo soldiers and fleeing people.

The flesh and blood splashed, Murong Ke felt the gentle feeling on his face, and there was a kind of madness in his eyes. He was a genius, and geniuses were often crazy, and he confirmed this. The black horse spear was pulled out from the chest of a young Tubo soldier. Murong Ke looked at the personal soldiers beside him. He was very satisfied with these Murong family's children. They were as crazy as him, but they also understood the principle that only enemies and me were on the battlefield.

Murong Ke suddenly stopped because there were no one to kill near him, and all that was left was the old, weak, women and children who were trembling among the dead and fearing the hatred in their eyes. They dared not look directly at him, which made him boring. Murong Ke looked at the Black Cavalry on the battlefield, and then shook his head. He admitted that the Black Cavalry was very strong, but they still did not put themselves in the position of conquerors. They stepped on the plateau not to save these Tubo people, but to tell these Tubo people with swords and iron hooves who were the masters, and the life and death of slaves did not need to be too concerned.

When the entire battlefield fell silent, it was already evening, and the bloody setting sun reflected the Shura-like battlefield, and it was dead silent. In this battle, the five thousand black cavalry only lost 127 people, of which only 83 were killed, less than a hundred. Looking at the rotten-eating eagle hovering in the sky, Murong turned his back to the black cavalry generals behind him who reported the situation of the battle to him, with his hands in his arms, and said to himself, "I know you must think I am a cruel person, but I want you to know that if the next battle is possible, I will do this."

"The Marshal gave you to me, so that I would lead you to victory and survive." At this point, Murong Ke turned around, and his sharp eyes glanced at the faces of the Black Cavalry behind him with a stance of not caring about others' opinions. "So what I want to care about is victory and you. Everything else doesn't matter. I don't want to see anyone among you fall on the battlefield because of those ridiculous morals and be eaten by those rotten eagles."

After Murong Ke finished speaking, he no longer cared about the people behind him and walked straight to the distance. It was not until he left that the black cavalry generals raised their heads. They knew that Murong Ke did not do anything wrong, but such a battlefield and such victory were different from what they had longed for. They only had a sense of heaviness in their hearts. War was not as full of legends and glory as they had imagined before. The taste of victory might make people feel bitter.

At night, Huluguang and the team that lured the enemy also returned. Compared with the battlefield commanded by Murong Ke, their losses were greater. Huluguang intercepted and killed nearly 300 of the 1,500 Tubo elite troops, and the other team paid nearly the same price to wipe out the 2,000 Tubo soldiers. In this battle, Murong killed 700 people in exchange for the victory of wiped out 15,000 Tubo soldiers. In addition to those Tubo soldiers, the remaining 35,000 Tubo prisoners were affected in the battle commanded by Murong Ke, and nearly 10,000 people died. In the end, the Tubo tribe, which had once had 50,000 people, was only 25,000 old, weak, women and children.
Chapter completed!