The Great Tang: World Martial God - Chapter 1411: : Battle on the battlefield

The residents of Shazha City are weak, which makes the fierce Turkic people look at this piece of fat.

More and more Turks, Tatars, and other tribes flooded into the city of Shazhao. When the Lord Shazhao realized that this was wrong and wanted to stop it, it was too late.

The land of abundance has an indescribable magic power to attract, even if the local tribes fight fiercely, they can’t stop the advancement of people who come forward. In fact, many of them are small tribes in the Gobi or the grasslands. They are just forced to make a living, and the grasslands are soon filled with herders of all skin colors and languages, as well as their cattle and sheep.

The former lush pastures were quickly eaten up by the rapid influx of cattle and sheep.

Lack of sufficient fodder, the animals that should have gained weight have lost weight this season. This makes the herders anxious. All those who could pick up weapons went to the front to fight.

But the Turkic people were not optimistic, because Tang Jun’s anti-killing power was too strong. If he kills one hundred now, he will be able to kill ten thousand tomorrow.

In the city of Shachao, at this time, a man dressed in a plain holy cloth was holding a holy image while giving alms, and he said: “Believe in the holy person is saved”, and the reading is still very regular.

At first, the people didn’t think so. It can be seen that the man was distributing cakes with a pious look, and he did not look like a lunatic. Whether it was the mystery of the man or the rations in his hand, more and more people followed. . And he said the same words in his mouth.

Han Che must be prevented from acting so generously. This guy, with big hands, has to be emptied by this guy in a few days. Bo Ma couldn’t bear it anymore, begging the elders to let him try.

After all, when people are hungry, what they believe in and what face is all nonsense. The dignified guardian elders now have one meal a day, and the noble young master Helu, his complexion turned into a greenish look from hunger.

Boma fought out, and simply fell into this face, first to survive the current hunger pangs. But the elders disagreed. Bomana was a heroic little hero, and Master Heru was the future king of the tribe. You know, the tribe regards face and origin more than anything else.

“You two don’t have to worry about it. I’m too old to cover my neck, so let the old man do the begging.” With that, the elder asked this Young Master Helu to let him take his hands to Shazhazhi. Cheng, ask the lord for some rations.

Boma took the lead and stepped onto the horse. In his opinion, with the noble mind and kind face of the elders, there are certain things that he can’t do well, nor can he do it. This kind of thing is most suitable for someone like him to do it without hesitation.

Moreover, there has been a large-scale fighting in Shazha City. In this case, if the elders are allowed to go, the result is that there will be no return. It is better to go there yourself.

Sitting and enjoying the tribute from Xiao Bolu is something Helu can’t ask for, provided that he brings his troops and defeats the benevolent and beautiful Anji army. But when Boma went to the city of Shazha and fetched rations, their army would have no worries about food and grass. Although Anji’s warriors are also Huren, the force of the Horus soldiers will be a purely dimensionality reduction blow to them.

At this time, Anji, still standing in neat braids, donated to the young and old in the city, Abbas and others, with the youthful blood of Gen Jin, practicing martial arts, and occasionally Liu Fang would give pointers to Yue. The state has done it before, and now it is in hand.

Seeing Boma heading away bravely with a pair of soldiers, Helu’s mood is complicated. It was something she couldn’t ask for to be able to defeat Anji, but he was afraid to fight her head-on. When he thought of this girl riding a sturdy tall horse, he was up and down with the scimitar in his hand.

You have to learn to be ruthless on the battlefield before you can move forward. This is what the elder taught him, and what Helu is first worried about now is that Boma can return here with a full load, after all, the family is still hungry.

Shazha’s soldiers were not vegetarian, and soon Bian and Boma’s three thousand soldiers and horses were brought on fire in the east of the city. It was called a tragic one, and the flames of war covered the scorching sun over Broken Leaf City.

On Liu Fang’s side, Danying, Dongyu, etc. were all present in the military tent of Nuo University. A huge combat map was displayed in front of him. Liu Fang pointed to a line with the landmark of the Yinyi River marked next to the line.

Liu Fang said to Danying: “Some encounters are still immature for us. Crossing this river, we reach the boundary of Jiandala.”

Everyone knew that Gandhara’s army had been fighting on the other side of the river. Moving forward rashly can only consume one’s own vital power.

Boma and Shazha fought hard, and his chest was heavily opened by a scimitar. The three thousand horses directly fought against each other one to five. Finally, the sun reappeared in the sky and Boma prevailed.

Dragging a bag of rations on the horse, Boma’s **** face cracked a child’s pure smile.