The Ba Simi tribe was the first big tribe Yang Fan encountered after entering the Turkic region, and their leader was Xiao Mumu, the big arrowhead.
The Turkic Khan divided the tribes of the country into ten sets, each set to give an arrow, and the leader of the set divided the tribal groups under his jurisdiction into the left and right compartments, and each compartment set up five tribes, and each tribe gave another arrow, so specifically, a big tribe is also called an arrow, and the big arrow is the big leader, and the official name is the tribal chieftain who is a member of the military and political power.
Zhang Yi carried his arrow flag, and Xiao Mumu's tribe came with the big arrow.
Although Black Whirlwind is a Turk, his team of horse bandits is even more ruthless than that of Xiaofei's general Zhang Yi.
Originally, the bandit power of the Black Whirlwind was greater than it is now, and if it hadn't been heavily damaged by the encirclement and suppression of the Turkic army, he would not have been able to even get together two thousand horses when Xiao Fei bought a horse in the future.
You must know that when he was the most powerful, he took people out to rob, often one person and three horses, and now it can be regarded as giving him a chance to take revenge.
However, for a big tribe like Ba Simi, the Black Whirlwind has always dared not attack, even if he united the people of the little flying general this time, he didn't dare, you must know that there are at least 7,000 people in the control of the Ba Simi tribe.
However, the spies he sent reported that most of the young warriors of the Basimi tribe seemed to have left, and this news immediately aroused Yang Fan's alarm.
It was the cold winter season, and there was no such thing as nomadic migration, and where could the warriors of a large tribe like Basimi go Yang Fan immediately thought that the two escaped Turkic spies had already sent the information to the Turkic Khan, who was gathering troops and horses to prepare to attack the frontier fortress of the Great Zhou State To understand this, to understand the military movements of the Turks, he needed to attack the tribe and ask their leaders; In order for the warriors of the Basimi tribe to have no intention of marching south and returning to the tribe, it is also necessary to make this tribe suffer heavy losses; At the same time, with the rank of the chief of this tribe, he had the opportunity to meet Ashina Musi, and Yang Fan also wanted to show his face here, arouse the suspicion of this tribe against Ashina Musi, and provoke disputes between them.
Zhang Yi got Yang Fan's instructions, and insisted on gnawing the fat of the Ba Xi Mi tribe, the black whirlwind was originally a little apprehensive, but after careful investigation, convinced that the main combat power of the Ba Xi Mi tribe had left, Deng Shi was greedy, and now there are two thousand strong soldiers of the little flying general to help, this is a golden opportunity, miss today, I am afraid he will never have the opportunity to fight such a big tribe again.
So, the two sides hit it off and quietly approached the Basimi tribe.
The Basimi tribe is the largest tribe in the desert area, so their grazing land has a large freshwater lake, surrounded by trees and reeds, and pastures, sage, sea buckthorn and other wild grasses, like a desert oasis.
Since this is already Turkic territory, it is not afraid of being invaded by foreign enemies, and the horse bandits wandering in the steppe never dare to fight the idea of such a large tribe, so the whole tribe is very lax in its defense.
Yang Fan sent two skilled scouts of Gao Sheji and Xiong Kaishan, plus more than a dozen alert and dexterous warriors selected by Zhang Yi and Black Whirlwind from their subordinates to open the way, and quietly touched the Ba Simi tribe in the downwind, and did not encounter a single sentry along the way, until two miles away from the felt bag settlement area of the Ba Simi tribe, only to find two patrol sentries with hounds.
Gao Sheji and a master of archery under the Black Whirlwind assigned the target, crouched in the grass to observe the target, and at the same time opened the bow and archery, all of which were two-in-a-row archery, first shooting people and then dogs, killing with one arrow, and then touching forward, there was no sentry post at all, Xiong Kaishan immediately touched back and reported to Yang Fan.
Yang Fan and the others were leading the horses and approaching on foot.
Although the other party does not have strict precautions, but the tribe is too big, they can't eat this little force, once the horse approaches, even if they are in the wind, the movement will be discovered by livestock and hunting dogs, the people in the tribe feel early, it is not easy to resist and deal with, after all, even the old and weak women and children on this grassland have the ability to carry a bow to fight.
After receiving Xiong Kaishan's reward, they quietly sped up, and when they arrived in front of the tribe, the sky was already a little bright, and a glimmer of light shone slightly through the thick and low clouds, illuminating everything in front of them hazy.
The felt bags were continuous, and it was roughly estimated that the population of the entire tribe should be more than 40,000 people, Yang Fan, Zhang Yi and Black Whirlwind crouched in the grass and carefully observed.
The black whirlwind's eyes lit up, looking at the felt bags, as if he saw countless cattle and sheep, treasures and women, but Yang Fan was estimating how to eat this big tribe with a total of only four thousand troops, and the most important thing was to detain their leaders and ensure the implementation of their plans.
After thinking for a long time, Yang Fan whispered a few words to Zhang Yi, Zhang Yi nodded, moved to the black whirlwind, pointed forward, and said: "The tribe is too big, we can't catch it all, for a while, we will directly rush to the main account of their big arrow, catch their leader, those ordinary herdsmen can only flee in all directions, let's ignore them, just leave those powerful and rich families behind, and leave before their reinforcements arrive." ” This sentence was exactly what Black Whirlwind wanted, and the two plans stopped, and with a wave of his hand, the samurai behind him got on his horse and drew out his blades one after another.
"Woo woo" The terrible sound of the trumpet, the sound of hooves like a dull drum, the four thousand wolf horsemen rushed out, cut through the camp of the Basimi tribe, and rushed straight into the depths.
"Kill, kill, kill" The sudden shouting of killing woke up the people of the Basimi tribe, the cattle, sheep and horses were screaming uneasily in the cattle pen, and the men who woke up were disheveled, and hurriedly rushed out of the felt tent with their knives and guns, and countless knights galloped past their tents, and the sharp sabers waved in their hands and chopped them to different places.
Some of the shepherds had just climbed into their bare-backed horses, and a spear came before them, and stabbed him so hard that the spear-bearer did not even have time to draw his spear, and as soon as he loosened the handle of the spear, he drew his saber and continued to kill forward, and the shepherd, who had been pierced by the spear, slowly let go of his horse's mane, and fell headlong, trampled by the countless hooves of the horses that continued to rush behind.
As for the felt bags that were not on the route of the horse bandits, the shepherds who ran out in panic were not spared, some of them had just opened the curtain and ran out, and their waists were not yet straight, and a quick arrow hit him in the chest, and a few people had the opportunity to reflect a few arrows and shoot or wound several horse bandits, and then provoked the other horse bandits to be very ferocious, and brought the horses over and killed his whole family.
"Abandon the weapon to avoid death, do not leave the account, abandon the weapon to avoid death, do not leave the account" The horse bandits shouted loudly as they rushed forward.
As long as these shepherds are all shrunk in their own tents, unable to connect with each other and unable to be brought together, there is nothing to fear.
The killing caused the shepherds to be grounded and hide in their tents and look out through a gap in a corner.
The procession of horse bandits roared past for a moment, heading for the places where those who had status in the tribe lived.
This is easily recognizable, as can be seen by the size and ornificence of the felt bag.
Seeing that the last of the horse bandits also roared and rushed over, some of the bold herdsmen poked their heads out, convinced that there was no enemy behind them, and immediately called out to their families, hurriedly jumped on their horses, which had not had time to prepare their saddles, and fled into the wilderness in disarray.
As long as there is one who takes the lead, some people will naturally follow suit, and when they see that they have escaped safely and have not been intercepted, the other herdsmen have helped the old and the young to ride on their horses and flee frantically.
Their actions were exactly what the bandits wanted, otherwise if so many shepherds were gathered, once they broke out, I am afraid that they would really be unable to suppress them, and let them scatter and escape, and the rest of them would be easy to control.
The tribes on the grassland, in order for the pasture to meet the needs of grazing, the distance between the tribes is very long, like this kind of desert wall area turf is not rich enough, the distance between tribes is even farther, especially a large tribe like Basimi, I am afraid that a considerable range of grassland can meet their survival needs, the horse bandits are not worried that they can find reinforcements soon.
The Turks, who have survived civil and foreign wars all year round, are indeed the most warlike people, even if the horse bandits are fighting to the core as quickly as possible, when they arrive, they still encounter the resistance of the Turks who have gathered in a hurry.
The leaders of these Turks, although they were powerful and well-off, were not pampered and unskilled in cavalry, and they were all brave on the battlefield, and even in the face of such a sudden attack, they still showed excellent fighting qualities.
A group of untidy Turks rushed to fight back, buying time for the assembly of the other tribesmen.
Black Whirlwind and Xiao Fei will know that they must not be allowed to form a powerful counterattack, they must fight quickly, as long as the thief captures the king, the next thing will be easy, the two of them led the brave horse thieves and the team organized by these Turkic leaders to fight desperately, after all, the team of these Turks became hasty, and gradually became a little unsupported.
"Kill" Yang Fan urged the horse forward, slammed a spear into the chest of a Turkic man, and with a struggle between his arms, he picked up his whole person, like a windmill in the air, and smashed forward, smashing on the body of an oncoming Turkic knight, smashing him off the horse.
The man slammed to the ground with a bang, and as soon as he looked up in a dazzled state, he saw a tall horse appear overhead, two bowl-sized hooves raised in the air, and a sharp spear pointed straight at him.
"Tick" A drop of blood from the tip of the spear fell into his eyes, and his eyes subconsciously closed, and then there was a great pain in his chest, and the spear had pierced his broad chest, nailing him to the ground.
Yang Fan held a spear in one hand and a rein in the other, and looked around, only to see that the situation in the camp had been controlled by them, and the shepherds of the Ba Ximi tribe on the periphery were fleeing one after another, and the Turkic people in the core area had been surrounded by them, and the battle was nearing the end.
"Da Qi Jin, you go quickly" Someone was shouting loudly, Yang Fan came all the way, swept the desert, and could already understand some of the words they often mentioned, not to mention that the pronunciation of the official name of this Qi Jin is Qi Jin, Yang Fan looked at it, and saw a Turkic warrior pushing a disheveled man on horseback, and as soon as he turned around, he was split in half by a horse bandit with his head and shoulder.
Yang Fan waved his arm, and the spear in his hand turned into a phantom, which he threw out as a throwing spear, and the spear brought a terrible roar, "poof" pierced the horse's belly, the horse screamed, jumped suddenly, and lifted the big man off his back.
To be continued: