"Report, the first formation, the second formation, the third formation, the fourth formation have been broken by the pagans..."

On the beautiful view of Kara Lake, Aslan Khan and Sanjar who were enjoying wine and roasted lamb heard an incredible report.

"What!? Four 10,000 teams were broken?"

"How is it possible!? There are 40,000 people! They are all the most devout Tianfang scholars, how could they be defeated so quickly!?"

"And Gulam, who supervises the battle..."

Yes, there are 40,000 people! No matter how useless the number of people is there, they will be stabbed with a long spear. Wouldn't they have to be stabbed for a long time? Why were they defeated? Did the pagan army on the Peach Blossom Stone use some terrible black magic?

Neither Aslan Khan nor Sanjar dared to believe it, and they both thought of black magic at the same time. Perhaps only by using black magic can one break the four ten thousand formations in an instant, right?

Sanjar reacted immediately, strode out of the camp and rushed towards a tower that had just been put up, and could see the tower at the Alay Pass in front of him. Aslan Khan also reacted and hurriedly followed Sanjar. However, he was not as physically strong as Sanjar who had been fighting on the battlefield for many years. He only ran a few steps before he started to pant. So he scolded the Gulam personal soldiers behind him: "What are you waiting for? Come and help me quickly!"

More than a dozen Gulam's personal soldiers rushed up and supported Aslan Khan to the building with all his strength. Then he pulled, supported and pushed the butt, and then he held a lion Khan of more than 200 pounds up to the building. Someone gave him a Persian wool cloak. It was still quite cold outside the tent, and the pampered lion Khan could not stand it. If it was frozen, how could he spread the truth of God in India?

Sultan Sanjar, who was flexibly similar to a big horse monkey, had already gone up to the watchtower at this time, set up a pergola with his forehand and looked forward with his eyes squinted.

In my sight, I saw a gust of sand and dust outside the Alai Mountain Pass. It was probably the cavalry of the Peach Blossom Stone Man who was rushing to the formation. Looking at the sand and dust, I was afraid I would have invested... 20,000 to 30,000 cavalry at once!?

How could so many be!?

Sanjar is old and he can tell the number of cavalry that his opponent has invested when he looks at Yanchen. But 20,000 to 30,000 cavalry charges... This number is too terrible, right? How could there be so many? 30,000 knights? He has less than 14,000 gulams on his side, and he can do 30,000 gulams at one's own attack. This battle is a fart!

Moreover, can the 30,000 Gulam be expanded? Although the valley outside the Alay Pass is wide, it is impossible to spread so many cavalry.

Then the cavalry are crowded together and cannot exert their power!

But judging from the scale of smoke and dust, there are indeed so many...

Just when he was confused, Aslan Khan had already climbed up and saw the scene of dust flying. So he asked: "Amir, the enemy has invested a lot of troops. It seems that they have fallen into the trap and have used the soldiers' physical strength."

Is that right? Sanjar said in his heart: The enemy may have 60,000 Gulam warriors? Now only half of the investment is invested, and half is used to attack the Alaya Pass?

Alas, I really shouldn't have come this time! It's better to guard Herat City than now.

"Ahmaud," Sanjar turned his eyes and smiled at Aslan Khan, "The pagans have indeed been fooled. Now they only need to consume a wave at the Alay Pass to join the counterattack of the Gulam cavalry.

Why not do this? Take your Gulam and Ikta to supervise the war. I command 10,000 Gulam warriors (some fell ill, some died, some supervised the war in front), 6,000 knights and 4,000 Persian mercenaries lined up their backs north of Lake Kara."

"Okay! That's it." Aslan Khan is also an honest man, and he can't help but be honest. Now there are less than 700 Knights of Guram that he can rely on, and more than 3,000 Knights of Ikta, and he is not Sanjar's opponent at all. Moreover, Sanjar is the world-recognized first warrior in Fang Cult today. How can Aslan Khan compare with others?

Seeing Aslan Khan clumsily go down the lookout building and gather his men, Sanjar also breathe.

There is no way, I can only fight!

Although the enemy had a large number of cavalry, Sanjar could not abandon the livestock brought to the Kara Lake. Without them, what would Sanjar's army eat on the way to the next journey? If he could only bring a few personal soldiers back to Herat City, then his remaining capital would not be enough to maintain his rule over the Seljuk Turkic tribes.

...

The yak finally couldn't rush. With the efforts of the Hexi herders, these powerful beasts who could rush on the plateau broke down six 10,000 formations in a row. I don't know how to trample on death, and how many armed refugees from the Karakhan Dynasty died with their horns. They drove countless desperate refugees to the mountains on both sides of the valley. Now they finally lost the motivation to move forward.

However, behind this group of yaks, there were seven battalions of less than 2,000 Xiliang cavalry. They now crossed the yaks that were being driven to both sides of the valley by herders. They pulled out a not-so-intensive front behind the panicked and retreated Karakhan armed refugees, and then advanced while shooting arrows, constantly creating killings behind the mentally broken enemy.

Hearing screams from behind, tens of thousands of armed refugees in crowded groups did not dare to look back. Even when they saw the yaks eating grass in somewhere, they did not have the courage to compete with the vicious Xiliang cavalry.

They could only roll towards the Alaya Pass like a huge snowball, and they rolled bigger and bigger.

"The devil is here! The pagan devil is here..."

I don’t know who started shouting irresponsibly first, but someone responded soon, and in the end, tens of thousands of people ran and shouted “Hell”.

The hustle and bustle shouts swept forward along the valley. The armed refugees who had not collapsed had no intention of fighting when they heard the shouts and saw the defeated soldiers running wildly in front of them.

Now it's "hell"!

The pagan devil is very powerful. If you want to deal with the devil, you have to let the profound imam of Daoheng come forward!

But the imams do not have the ability to subdue demons. Christian pastors can exorcise demons, Buddhist monks can subdue demons, and Taoist bull-nosed old Taoists can catch ghosts. However, the imams of the Tianfang Sect do not need magic, because the devil of the Tianfang Sect will only use human weaknesses to make people violate the only Lord, that is, Allah. They do not use demonic techniques such as fireball and beast control techniques to deal with Tianfang Sect warriors... In this regard, the Tianfang Sect is not superstitious. And truly devout Tianfang Sect disciples should not believe that the devil has magic.

However, the Tianfang scholars of the Karakhanate are not very pure, otherwise Aslan Khan would not call him Khan, but should be the Sultan as an Emir. The Tianfang scholars of the Karakhanate dynasty have not yet escaped the negative influence of shamanism and Buddhism, and believe that demons and ghosts can use magic.

So... fear and despair quickly spread among the crowd, and armed refugees who had not yet collapsed also lost control. As soon as the huge "refugee group" hit them, they would soon collapse with them, and they all ran wildly, shouting "Hell".

After a wave of collapse, in less than half an morning, more than 100,000 armed refugees outside the Alaya Pass collapsed, forming a huge crowd, crying, cursing, and begging to the Alaya Pass, which was led by the Aslan Khan Army.

Aslan Khan still had more than 30,000 strong refugees in his hands, plus less than 4,000 Knights of Gulam and Ikta Knights, now they all got together and blocked the Alayi Pass. They blocked the defeated soldiers (actually armed refugees) like the tide. Hundreds of Gulam personal soldiers were sent out, forming a line of people at the entrance of the valley, and everyone was out of the sheath. Whenever the defeated soldiers approached, they were mercilessly killed by them, and their bodies were lying all over the ground. Even so, the retreating armed refugees did not have the courage to go back to resist. They just crowded together, crying and robbing the earth.

"Khan! It's not that we don't want to fight to the death, it's that pagans have devils!"

"They are all very powerful devils, who can drive beasts and spit fire... It's so terrible!"

"Nonsense, there is no such devil in the world, only the devil that can seduce people's hearts... Rumble!"

As soon as a Tianfang Cult imam finished speaking, an explosion and fireball appeared behind the refugee team. It turned out that the Xiliang cavalry who drove away the refugees saw that the refugee team stopped moving, and began to throw explosive rockets.

The explosion rocket actually has no lethality, but unfortunately, Aslan Khan's armed refugees have become frightened birds, and their beliefs are not firm. At this time, they are even more frightened. The people behind began to squeeze the people in front and push them towards Guram's scimitar. At first, the hundreds of Gurams wanted to use scimitars to kill refugees to stop the retreat. But the refugees were not unarmed. They also had swords and spears, and they also greeted Guram. Aslan Khan's hundreds of Gurams were cowardly submerged by refugees. They were very skilled in martial arts, but none of them had great martial arts skills. If they rode on a horse, they might be able to fight a hundred. If they hit Marco, they would be different. Two fists could not match four hands, and Guram could not resist many people...

Aslan Khan, who was riding on the horse, felt so distressed that he almost dripped in blood when he saw this scene. With this little strength, he even ruined a bunch of crazy refugees!

"Kill them! Kill these traitors!" Aslan Khan issued a loud order, and the Iqta Knights in charge of supervising the battle also drew out scimitars and hit the strong armed refugees with the back of the knife, forcing them to kill their fellow villagers and even relatives... But how could these strong refugees be willing to kill their own people? They all cried, and some turned around and raised their weapons in their hands to intimidate the Iqta Knights in supervising the battle. The scene was almost out of control!

At this moment, a neat slogan suddenly rang outside the Alai Valley!
Chapter completed!