The Bathumi tribe was the first large tribe that Yang Fan encountered after entering the Turkic region. Their leader was the Great Arrowhead Xiao Mumu.
The Turkic Khaganate divided the tribes in the country into ten divisions. Each division was given an arrow of command. The leader of the division divided the tribes under his jurisdiction into the left and right divisions. Each division had five tribes and each tribe was given an arrow of command. Therefore, a large tribe was also called an arrow. The Great Arrowhead was the leader. His official title was Irjin. He was the chief of the tribe who held great military and political power.
Zhang Yi carried his arrowhead flag and rushed towards the Great Arrowhead Xiao Mumu's tribe.
Although 'Black Whirlwind' was a Turkic, his bandits were even more ruthless than the 'Flying General' Zhang Yi's men. Originally, 'Black Whirlwind' was much more powerful than it was now. If they had not suffered heavy losses under the encirclement of the Turkic army, he would not have been unable to gather two thousand horses when the 'Flying General' came to buy them.
It must be known that when he was at his strongest, he would often bring three horses with him. Now, he finally had a chance to take revenge. However, 'Black Whirlwind' had never dared to attack a large tribe like the Bathumi. He did not even dare to join forces with the 'Flying General' this time. It must be known that the Bathumi tribe had at least seven thousand string control warriors.
However, the scouts he sent reported that most of the young warriors of the Bathumi tribe had left. This news immediately alerted Yang Fan. Right now, it was the winter season. There was no nomadic migration. Where could the warriors of a large tribe like Parthimi go?
Yang Fan immediately thought, could it be that the two Turkic scouts that escaped have already reported to the Turkic Khaganate and the Turkic Khaganate was gathering his troops to attack the Great Zhou's border fortress?
In order to understand this point and understand the military movements of the Turks, he needed to attack this tribe and interrogate their leader. In order to make the warriors of the Baxemi tribe forget about the southern expedition and return to reinforce the tribe, he needed to inflict heavy losses on this tribe. At the same time, with the rank of this tribe's chief, he had the opportunity to meet Ashina Musi. Yang Fan also wanted to show his face here, arouse the tribe's suspicion of Ashina Musi, and incite conflict between them.
Zhang Yi had received Yang Fan's instructions and insisted on taking over the Parmi tribe. Black Whirlwind was originally a little apprehensive. However, after careful investigation and confirming that the main battle power of the Parmi tribe had already left, his greed was immediately aroused. Now that he had the assistance of Xiao Fei General's two thousand power soldiers, this was an extremely rare opportunity. If he missed this opportunity, he was afraid that he would never have the chance to attack such a large tribe again.
Thus, the two parties hit it off and quietly made their way to the Pasemi tribe.
The Pasemi tribe was the largest tribe in this desert region, so there was an extremely large freshwater lake in their pasture. There were also some trees and reeds, as well as pasture grass, sage grass, sea buckthorns, and other weeds. It was just like an oasis in the desert. Because this place was already within the Turkic Khaganate's territory, they did not have to worry about being invaded. The bandits that roamed the plains did not dare to attack this large tribe, so the defenses of the entire tribe were very lax.
Yang Fan sent two skilled scouts, Gaoshe Chicken and Big Bear. In addition, Zhang Yi and Black Whirlwind chose a dozen or so vigilant and nimble warriors to open the way. They stealthily made their way to the Pasemi tribe. On the way, they did not encounter a single roaming sentry. Only when they were two li away from the yurt settlement of the Pasemi tribe did they discover two patrolling sentries with hunting dogs.
Gaoshe Chicken and an archery expert under Black Whirlwind's command assigned their targets. They hid in the grass and observed their targets. At the same time, they drew their bows and shot arrows. They shot two arrows in rapid succession, first hitting the person and then the dog. They killed it with one arrow. As they continued forward, they did not see a single sentry. Big Bear immediately made his way back to report to Yang Fan.
Yang Fan and the others led their horses and approached the tribe on foot. Although the other party did not have strict defenses, the tribe was too large. Their small forces could not take them all. Once they approached on horseback, even if they were at a disadvantage, their movements would definitely be discovered by the livestock and hunting dogs. If the people in the tribe discovered them early, they would not be easy to deal with. After all, even the old, weak, women, and children had the ability to raise bows and fight.
After receiving Big Bear's report, they secretly increased their speed. When they arrived in front of the tribe, the sky was already beginning to brighten. A sliver of light seeped through the thick and low clouds, making everything in front of them hazy.
There was an endless number of yurts. A rough estimate showed that the entire tribe had more than forty thousand people. Yang Fan, Zhang Yi, and Black Whirlwind hid in the grass and carefully observed.
Black Whirlwind's eyes lit up as he looked at the yurts. It was as if he was looking at countless cattle, sheep, treasures, and women. Yang Fan, on the other hand, was estimating how to take down this large tribe with only four thousand soldiers. Most importantly, he had to capture their leaders and ensure that his plan was carried out.
After thinking for a long time, Yang Fan whispered a few words into Zhang Yi's ear. Zhang Yi nodded and moved to the front of Black Whirlwind. He pointed forward and said, "The tribe is too big. We cannot capture them all in one go. In a while, we will charge straight into the main tent of the big arrow and capture their leader. The normal herdsmen can only flee in all directions. We do not need to care about them. We just need to capture those rich and powerful families and leave before their reinforcements arrive."
This sentence was exactly what Black Whirlwind wanted. After the two of them finished their discussion, he raised his hand and waved. The warriors behind him got on their horses one after another and drew their weapons.
"Wu ~! Wu ~! "
The shrill sound of a horn sounded. The sound of hooves sounded like a dull drum. Four thousand Wolf Cavalry charged out and pierced through the main camp of the Bathumi Tribe. They rushed straight into the depths of the tribe.
"Kill! Kill! Kill! "
The sudden battle cries woke up the people of the Bathumi Tribe. The cows, goats, and horses neighed uneasily in their pens. The men who woke up were disheveled. They hurriedly picked up their weapons and rushed out of their yurts. Countless horsemen galloped past their yurts and casually swung their sharp sabers, decapitating them.
Some of the herdsmen had just climbed onto the backs of their horses when a long spear appeared in front of them and ruthlessly pierced through them. The person holding the spear did not even have time to pull back his spear. He loosened his grip on the spear and pulled out his saber. He continued to charge forward. Only then did the herdsmen who had been pierced by the spear slowly release their grip on the horse's mane. They fell head first and were trampled by the countless horses that continued to charge over.
As for the yurts that were not in the path of the horse bandits' charge, the herdsmen who ran out in panic were not spared. Some of them had just opened the tent flap and ran out. Before they could straighten their backs, a quick arrow shot through their chest. There were also a few who had the chance to reflect a few arrows and kill or injure a few horse bandits. This immediately made the other horse bandits even more ferocious. They raised their horses and charged over to kill their entire family.
"Abandon your weapons and avoid death. You are not allowed to leave your tent! Abandon your weapons and avoid death. You are not allowed to leave your tent! "
The horse bandits shouted as they charged forward.
As long as these herdsmen hid in their own yurts and could not communicate with each other or gather together, there was nothing to fear. As expected, the slaughter caused the herdsmen to be grounded. They hid in their yurts and looked outside through a crack in the corner.
The group of horse bandits whizzed past without stopping for even a moment, heading straight for the residences of those with status in the tribe. This was very easy to recognize. It could be seen from the size and magnificence of the yurts.
Seeing that the last group of horse bandits had also whizzed past, some of the bolder herdsmen poked their heads out. After confirming that there were no more enemies behind them, they immediately called for their families and hurriedly jumped onto the horses that they did not have time to saddle and fled into the wilderness.
As long as there was a leader, there would naturally be others who would follow suit. Seeing that they had escaped safely and were not intercepted, the other herdsmen hurriedly helped the old and the young to mount their horses and fled frantically.
Their actions were exactly what the horse bandits wanted. Otherwise, with so many herdsmen gathered together, they would not be able to suppress them once they launched an attack. If they let them escape in all directions, it would be easy to control the rest of the herdsmen.
In order to satisfy the needs of grazing, the tribes on the grassland were very far away from each other. In the desert, the grassland was not plentiful enough, so the distance between tribes was even further. Especially for a large tribe like Parsimi, they probably needed a large area of grassland to satisfy their needs for survival. Therefore, the horse bandits were not worried that they would find reinforcements quickly.
The Turks, who had survived years of internal strife and foreign wars, were indeed the most warlike people. Even though the horse bandits had rushed to the core area at the fastest speed, when they arrived, they were still met with resistance from the hastily assembled Turks.
These Turkic leaders might have held great authority and lived a lavish life, but they were not fools who lived like princes or were unskilled in cavalry battles. They were brave on the battlefield, and even in the face of such a surprise attack, they had still displayed outstanding fighting qualities. A group of Turks in disheveled armor charged forward bravely and fought back frantically, buying time for the other tribesmen to gather.
Black Whirlwind and Little Flying General knew that they could not allow them to form a powerful counterattack. They had to end the battle quickly. As long as they could capture the leader, the rest would be easy. The two of them led the brave horse bandits and fought desperately with the troops organized by the Turks. After all, the troops of the Turks were in a hurry and were gradually losing ground.
"Kill!"
Yang Fan urged his horse forward and thrust his spear into the chest of a large Turk. Exerting strength in his arms, he swung the man up and spun him in the air like a windmill. Then, he threw him forward and smashed into the body of an incoming Turk cavalryman, knocking him off his horse.
The man fell to the ground with a "Clang" sound. Just as he raised his head dizzily, he saw a tall horse appear above his head. Its two hooves were as big as the mouth of a bowl, and a sharp spear was pointed straight at him.
Drip!
A drop of blood from the tip of the spear fell into his eyes. He subconsciously closed his eyes, and then he felt a great pain in his chest. That spear had already pierced through his thick chest, nailing his entire body to the ground.
Yang Fan held the spear in one hand and the reins in the other. He looked around and saw that the situation in the camp was already under their control. The shepherds of the Pasemi tribe on the outskirts were fleeing while the rich and noble Turks in the core area were already surrounded by them. The battle was nearing its end.
"Great Irjin, hurry and leave!"
Someone shouted loudly. On his way here, Yang Fan had swept through the desert and could already understand some of the words they often used. Besides, the pronunciation of the official name of Irjin was Irjin. Yang Fan suddenly looked over and saw a Turk warrior pushing a disheveled man onto the back of a horse. The moment he turned around, he was cleaved in two by a horse bandit.
The bearded man riding on the horse turned the horse's head and whipped his whip, wanting to escape far away. Yang Fan waved his arm and the spear in his hand turned into a shadow. He threw it like a javelin. The spear carried a mournful long whistle and pierced the horse's belly with a "pu" sound. The horse let out a mournful cry and suddenly leaped, throwing the bearded man off its back.
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