"Will there be a fraud?" Xu Jingzong looked at Chen Ying so trusting a small herd slave, and couldn't help but remind Chen Ying: "Master General, if you are not my race, your heart will be different!"

"No!" Chen Ying shook his head and said, "Thirty-one Mandela warriors, twenty-seven are old guys over 50 years old, and there are more than half of them. It can be seen that the Mandela tribe has indeed transferred the young and strong. Even if their young and strong is not transferred, how much combat power can a tribe with only six or seven thousand people have?"

Xu Jingzong said solemnly: "Then it's better to be careful!"

Chen Ying nodded.

The fat Turkic man killed by Luo Shixin, at this time the fat Turkic man was dead. A large group of green-headed flies were flying on the body. However, the horse under his crotch was still staying next to the body and did not run around like other horses. Yu Guni and the soldiers of the Lingwu Army did not like this kind of war horse that was too docile. Yu Guni reached out and pointed to the maroon horse and said, "That horse is yours!"

"My?" Kiziltag showed an incredible expression: "Give it to me?"

Kiziltag's father was a slave. He lived for nineteen years. Except for the sheepskin around his waist, there was no other private property that belonged to him. In the cold winter, he was crowded with the sheep to keep warm. Now that he heard that he was going to give him a horse, he was immediately dizzy by this huge surprise.

After a long time, Kiziltag, who was stunned on the spot, danced with excitement: "I have a horse, I have a horse!"

Yu Guni went up without hesitation, just kicked and cursed: "Slave, why don't you thank the master?"

Kiziltag kowtowed to Chen Ying without falling down, "I have a horse, I have a horse!"

Seeing Kiziltag rewarding a horse for leading the way for Tang Jun, the hearts of the mugging slaves were filled with envy, jealousy and hatred. The eyes of these mugging slaves gradually changed. An older mugging slave struggled for a long time and said carefully: "Negod, I know where our patriarch's concubine is. He is the number one beauty in our Mandela tribe!"

Chen Ying was not interested in those Turkic beauties who could not wash off no matter how smelly sheep smelled. Looking at these pitiful muslims, Chen Ying smiled and said, "Do you want to have a full meal?"

The herds slaves almost didn't even hesitate, and shouted in unison: "Please be pitiful, noble."

Chen Ying was like the big bad wolf who coaxed Little Red Riding Hood in a fairy tale, with a bright smile and said, "Give them food!"

Yu Guni also asked the horses, milk wine, cakes and other food seized from the Turkic corpses to throw on the grass. The herd slaves didn't dare to eat them at first. Although their status was low, they also knew that pies would not fall from the sky. They knew that they would have to pay a price to eat these foods.

Chen Ying looked at their doubts and said with a warm smile as sunny as the face: "Do you know why you are so poor? Do you know why you are hungry and cold? Do you know why you live like a dog? Take up your weapons, ride a horse, just kill Mandela and his army, and you will get the food, wealth, horses, beauty, and your freedom you want the most!"

When Chen Ying's words were translated into Turkic words by Yu Guni, the eyes of these herd slaves gradually changed.

Since Chen Sheng of Osawano shouted: "Why are the kings, princes, generals, and ministers?", this bold statement has injected the genes of resistance into the Chinese people. Therefore, whenever they can't survive, these poor farmers will drag the emperor down as long as they are willing to scrape them all. Of course, the Turks and other nomadic peoples did not form this idea, mainly because they have no words and cannot record and inherit their prosperity and glory.

These dozens of Turkic herd slaves did not disappoint Chen Ying. They picked up the weapons left by the Turks on the grass one by one, without any scruples on the stench on the corpses, quickly took off the leather armor that the Tang soldiers looked down upon, picked up inferior swords and guns, and put away bone-like arrows and bows.

Of course, not everyone has the courage to fight for a great wealth that is so storming. Chen Ying waved his hand and pointed at these muslims and said, "Cowards are not worthy of living in this world, kill them!"

More than twenty muslims holding weapons stabbed their weapons into their former companions without any scruples.

When Kiziltag led the Tang army to Puze City, the army led by Chen Ying was like a big net, sweeping away the herd slaves, cattle, sheep, and property spread to Mandela's troops on the fertile grassland. Chen Ying took out a small part of the property and rewarded them to those brave herd slaves. As long as he got the heads of his companions or the former high-ranking master as a letter of fame, Chen Ying would arm these people into an army.

In fact, before Chen Ying arrived in Uraze City, Mandela had received news and led six or seven hundred remaining tribal warriors to the front. However, at this time, nearly a thousand Turkic herds slaves or ordinary herdsmen had gathered around Chen Ying. These Turks not only had men, but also many women, and even a few half-aged children.

When the two armies met, there was no verbal war or persuasion to surrender, there was only killing.

Killing is actually very easy, especially when Chen Ying's Dingyuan Army's Sixth Chuang Mansion lined up into dense cavalry walls, raising a hook and sickle spear with a blue cold light to charge, there is no possibility of survival wherever he passes.

Six or seven hundred Turkic Mandela soldiers broke down without even holding on to half an incense stick. The battle below was nothing surprising, and it was the shepherd slaves or herdsmen of the Mandela tribe who had realized their value in front of the new master, and stabbed the sharp arrows or sharp blades of hatred into the remnants of the Mandela tribe...

The setting sun was like blood, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood and a pungent burnt smell. When the sun set, the battle within a radius of hundreds of miles of Woye City was over. Even Urazawa City also had a roll of smoke and burning raging fire...

The strength of a tribe depends mainly on the wise leader, and there must be a group of loyal, brave and fearless tribe members. Only when the tribe and the tribe leader are united and work together will this tribe expand and prosper rapidly. The importance of the tribe members is arbitrarily devalued, and in fact, it is necessary to push the tribe into an endless abyss.

Mandela is a very good warrior. Even though he is old now, he is still an excellent warrior. However, Mandela is obsessed with his bravery and treats his tribe as enslaves, so Mandela dies.

When the personal guards around him were killed, the tribe members who were enslaved by him rushed towards Mandela like madmen. Mandela killed one person and rushed over three or four people immediately. Mandela killed these three or four people and immediately rushed up more than a dozen people.

So Mandela was exhausted by his own tribe members on the battlefield. When the battle ended, hundreds of people fell down in front of Mandela. Xu Jingzong said, "What a pity!"

Chen Ying also said: "What a pity!"
Chapter completed!