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"Hehe …" Can't you see that? The islands on the map of the Lord General will be conquered by us in the future. I'm afraid that we will have to deal with the sea for the rest of our lives. " Song Xiang also laughed. After such a long period of training, he was already used to the sea, and was even somewhat nostalgic for the life on the sea.

"Although I'm no longer seasick, I'm still a bit afraid when I think of the vast ocean. My heart is also in my throat, and I don't feel as if I'm standing on solid ground." Yin Li helplessly shook his head, and his face revealed a bitter smile.

"Didn't you hear what the sailors said? As time passed, he would get used to it. The Lord General only gave us three months to calm the Pitiful Moslems and we will return back to the sea. Next time, you might want to send us to the Viking Island. " Song Xiang laughed happily, looking forward to conquering the Pirate.

"These darn Pitiful Moslems s are all hiding in this mountain. It's really hard to find them." Mentioning the Pitiful Moslems, Yin Li's stomach was on fire. It had been several days since they entered the Baishui County and they couldn't find a single tribe there.

The Leroy County was right next to the East Sea, which was now known as the Sea of Japan. It was located in the north, and close to a county in the Gaoguanli.

Three years ago, there was not a single Chinese in the whole of Baishui County, and in all these years, almost no government official had come to the Baishui County. After Yang Lin's Wasteland soldier arrived at the Baishui County, the Wasteland soldier's encampment became a county city, and the Wasteland soldier became a county magistrate, County, and County Lieutenant.

The Pitiful Moslems mainly focused on agriculture. He raised pigs, horses, cattle, and was good at hunting as well. The society of Pitiful Moslems was still in the stage of clan rule. Ordinary Pitiful Moslems s were all slaves of their tribe leaders, and their lands were all owned by their tribe leaders.

Due to their contact with the Han Chinese, they were influenced by their culture, causing some of the more daring Pitiful Moslems to leave the clan, and became free Pitiful Moslems by himself by clearing wastelands, hunting, and fishing in the mountains. However, there weren't many of these Pitiful Moslems s, they were just scattered across the mountains.

And these free Pitiful Moslems s were the power that the Han Army needed to rely on. They yearned for the Chinese life, but were also dissatisfied with the brutality of the impurity Mo Tribe leaders. While using them to attack the Pitiful Moslems Tribe leaders, they also wanted them to set an example for the impurity Mo slaves so that more Pitiful Moslems could break away from their clan leaders.

After entering the Baishui County, Yin Li and Song Xiang created a new exorcism team, and all they recruited were free Pitiful Moslems s. Most of them spoke a few sentences of Chinese, and Song Xiang gave each of them a Chinese name, this way, it would be much more convenient to command.

Their target this time was a Pitiful Moslems Tribe called Yu Ni. Along the way, Yin Li and Song Xiang had gone smoothly. Other than the difficult path, they had not encountered any resistance. In front of absolute strength, the leaders of the Pitiful Moslems Tribes had chosen to flee far away into the mountains. They had not even met Yin Li or Song Xiang.

Walking into a valley, Yin Li and Song Xiang's hearts couldn't help but tighten. This was a valley where the two mountains confronted each other, and between them was a clear stream made of stone. When the spring touched the stone, gurgling sounds could be heard. Every drop was left on the ground, and it did not flow out of the mountain. The tall pine cypress trees on both sides of the ravine blocked the sun at the top. The valley was gloomy and the water was a pale green.

"Stop!"

Although the army advanced smoothly, Yin Li and Song Xiang did not dare to be careless. After they led the team into the mountains, they saw the steep mountain road. Their hearts thumped, and they could only slowly walk forward, every time they arrived at a steep place, he would order the team to stop, and then send out exorcism to search thoroughly.

"Rest where you are. We'll leave after lunch."

Even though Yin Li and Song Xiang did not place the Pitiful Moslems in their eyes, they did not dare to be careless. Pitiful Moslems had been living in the mountains for a long time. They were familiar with every single tree and grass here, and although their numbers were few, it was still possible to ambush them once if they occupied the advantageous terrain.

The Chinese cavalry stopped and the soldiers jumped off their horses. While feeding the horses, they started to nibble on the rations.

Yin Li and Song Xiang brought the Pitiful Moslems s and rode towards the valley. Looking at the large mountains on both sides, they frowned, the mountain was extremely quiet, and there were even bird calls. Even though it was noon, the valley still felt a little chilly.

The mountains on both sides of the mountain were too high, and if a few thousand people were to be placed on one side of the mountain, then even if they were to throw rocks, their ten thousand people would not be able to survive. After thinking for a bit, Yin Li turned around and said to Song Xiang who was beside him: "There are disciples of the high mountains here and the terrain is dangerous. I'm worried that there might be an ambush. Should we arrange for some people to search the mountains on both sides? "

"It's absolutely necessary. Let these impurity Mo s go." Song Xiang also had a premonition, he nodded and agreed to Yin Li's decision.

"Gao Fan, bring a team to search on the left mountain. Li Liang, bring a team to search on the right mountain. Return in half an hour." Yin Li looked at the two mountains on both sides of the mountain and ordered the two Pitiful Moslems s beside him.

"Yes sir!" Pitiful Moslems agreed to it.

"Rumble …"

Suddenly, from both sides of the mountain, countless stones rolled down, bringing along the howling of the mountain wind, and smashed towards the impurity Mo s.

There was indeed an ambush!

Yin Li once again raised his head to look at the two sides of the mountain, and saw countless heads swaying on top of the mountain. Obviously, the Pitiful Moslems saw the scout crawling up the mountain and could not hold it in anymore, he picked up a rock and threw it down the mountain. scout did not kill many, but it exposed all of them.

"Brother Song Xiang, leave a few people behind to take care of the horses. The two of us will lead half of the warriors to kill them. "How about it?" Only the enemy that he could not see made him feel fear, but the moment he saw an enemy, Yin Li's heart calmed down.

"Alright! We'll split up. " Song Xiang nodded and turned to gather his men. Originally, they were going to destroy the Pitiful Moslems, but now that they have come knocking, we won't be polite anymore. Extinguish them here, and save yourself the trouble of looking for them everywhere.

"Kill …"

The Chinese Army Soldiers took out their swords and rushed towards the Pitiful Moslems from behind the mountain. This really was a multi-purpose team. They were able to sail and ride, and now they even had to fight in the mountains. Fortunately, there were not many Pitiful Moslems and their combat power was not strong, so they could be used to train soldiers.

"Split into different paths and rush up! We must not let Pitiful Moslems escape! "

Song Xiang shouted, waving the long knife, urging the soldiers to climb the mountain, dodging the rocks that rolled down from time to time. More than a thousand soldiers followed behind him with loud shouts as they climbed up the mountain.

Although they were all mounted soldiers, they had no choice but to charge up with a shield in one hand and a large blade in the other. Fortunately, there were many trees on the mountain, so the arrows and rocks weren't very useful. Most of them were blocked by trees.

There weren't many Pitiful Moslems on the mountain to begin with, and there weren't many rocks that could be smashed on the mountain. With the cover of the trees, even though the Han army had to pay a certain price, they still climbed up step by step.

Yu Ni was right in the middle of this group of Pitiful Moslems. When he saw the Han army charging towards him, he knew that they were no match for him and immediately shouted out, "Children, hurry up and charge down the mountain.

Seeing that the Han army was about to charge over, they immediately turned tail and ran. But who knew that the Han army was really too many, they split up and surrounded them, the Pitiful Moslems who had nowhere to run took out their hunting knife, nocked their bows and arrows, and started to fight in panic.

"Kill …"

Song Xiang was the first one to reach the summit, shouting and rushing towards Pitiful Moslems, his mournful roars resonating throughout the mountain, sharp long knife danced in the air, those who touched it would die, those who blocked would die, and more and more Pitiful Moslems fell into a pool of blood. Based on Song Xiang's speed, it wouldn't be long before all the Pitiful Moslems on the mountain peak were killed by Song Xiang!

Amidst the deafening cheers, the Chinese Army Soldiers surrounded them. The shield in his left hand blocked Pitiful Moslems's Arrows, the blade in his right hand cut down on Pitiful Moslems's head, in that moment, a large part of Pitiful Moslems was slashed down, a blood stained mountain path opened up.

The Chinese Army Soldiers behind them surged out, these Chinese Army Soldiers s were all clad in heavy armor, holding sharp sword in their hands, like giant beasts covered in iron armor that rolled over and over the hills, suddenly charging into the Pitiful Moslems's formation. Like sharp iron blades, they easily cut through the dense Pitiful Moslems on the mountain peak.

"Run, quick …"

The Pitiful Moslems howled, he raised his hunting knife high up and stepped onto the mountain path to escape. Batches of Pitiful Moslems s swarmed over, and even more Pitiful Moslems s came from behind. With bow in hand, the Pitiful Moslems pulled the bowstring coldly. The Pitiful Moslems was just like a group of hunters, the Arrows rained down towards the Han army.

The intense fighting continued on and on on on the mountain. Although the Han Army was well-equipped and courageous, but here, they encountered the most tenacious resistance! Every step forward, he had to pay the price of blood! However, in order to block the advance of the Han army, the casualties suffered by the Pitiful Moslems were even more severe!

"Charge towards the north! We have to open a gap even if we die!"

Seeing that there were relatively few Han troops on the northern mountain, Yu Ni immediately gave the order to kill. Seeing the soldiers of the Pitiful Moslems fall piece by piece, he felt waves of dizziness. These Pitiful Moslems were his capital, if not for them, he would be nothing.

"Oh, oh …"

Yu Ni roared out, he used all his might and kicked one of the Korean Army Soldiers's chest, releasing a muffled sound, Korean Army Soldiers opened his mouth and spat out a lump of blood, the armor protecting his chest, causing a huge part of his chest to cave in, that Korean Army Soldiers did not even have time to groan before he fell down.

"Puff …"

Song Xiang had already seen the tall Pitiful Moslems long ago, he quickly chased after him and pounced forward, the cold long knife piercing forward like a poisonous snake. Yu Ni tried his best to dodge, but there were a lot of Pitiful Moslems s behind him, there were no way to dodge at all, so he could only barely move to the side, the sharp blade had already pierced into his left chest, and the intense pain immediately struck like a tidal wave, increasing his ferocity!

"AHH!"

Yu Ni bellowed, the blood on his chest dyed his robes red, but he did not care about the blood stains on his body, his blood red eyes staring straight at Song Xiang, the hunting knife in his hands disregarded everything and slashed at Song Xiang. Seeing that the big Pitiful Moslems was going to fight with him, Song Xiang immediately took a step back and welcomed him with his blade.