The entrance of Broken Scale Valley is like an open trumpet, more than ten miles wide, facing the Gulan Grassland. Once you enter from the trumpet mouth, the road becomes narrower and narrower, while the ridges on both sides become higher and higher. Gradually, as you continue to go deeper into the Broken Scale Valley, you can enter the vast Yulong Mountains.
The people who were riding horses and walking towards the valley were the Wumu tribe among the seven tribes of Shatu, and the exact number was 318. If Yan Liqiang had not been there, then these people at this moment were here to welcome Mobiedu and the first batch of captives from the Dayue tribe escorted back by Mobiedu according to the agreement with Mobiedu.
Mobiedu was confident that he could take down the Dayue tribe this time and did not consider the possibility of failure at all. His only worry was that the time for escorting the first batch of captives back would be delayed for a few days due to the difficult roads in the mountains. Therefore, Mobiedu set the time five days after he "took down" the Dayue tribe. At this time, when he had taken down the Dayue tribe and escorted the elders and patriarchs of the Dayue tribe to the Ebony tribe, it would surely cause a sensation in the entire Gulang grassland and would also win huge reputation for him and the Ebony tribe.
So, among the group of more than 300 people that entered Broken Scale Valley, there were several horses pulling prison carts made of wooden cages.
Mo Biedu thought so, and even before his death, he still fantasized about bringing Sharanqi back to the Ebony Tribe and making Sharanqi submit to him. The thoughts that flashed through his mind before his death did not come true, but Yan Liqiang suddenly knew a lot of information that he had not said, and it was for this reason that Yan Liqiang organized and planned this action.
Mobiedu was a man of violent temper and fond of showing off. What he meant by "reunion at Broken Scale Valley" was definitely to let the people of the Ebony Tribe go deep into the valley and wait for him, rather than him running outside the valley with the captives to wait for them. So this team of people from the Ebony Tribe rushed in without hesitation.
The prison cart was creaking as it moved on the ground of Broken Scale Valley. The ground in the middle of the Broken Scale Valley had been trampled out into a path because so many people had entered Yulong Mountain from here over the years that was just big enough for the empty prison cart to pass through.
There were more than 300 people in the team, and less than 20 of them were carrying bows, while the others were carrying scimitars. Everyone looked very relaxed, chatting and laughing while riding on their horses, because today everyone came here not to fight, but to escort "trophies", and there was no need to take any risks. Naturally, no one would be nervous. Besides, this was the territory of the seven Shatu tribes, and it was right next to the tent of the Wumu tribe. What could happen? Who would dare to cause trouble for the Wumu tribe? Even if someone was very brave, he probably wouldn't do such a stupid thing.
Watching the team of 318 people slowly walking towards the pocket he had set up, Yan Liqiang's eyes slowly narrowed, just like watching hundreds of sheep walking into a slaughterhouse. The warriors of the Dayue tribe hidden behind the bushes, stones, and trees on both sides of the valley, stood still, just staring at the approaching Shatu people in the valley, their eyes shooting out hatred and determination. Many people from the Dayue tribe also died this time. The relatives, friends, brothers, or companions and acquaintances of these Dayue warriors were all injured or died in the turmoil in the past few days. Looking at the Shatu people who were getting closer and closer, the flames in the chests of these warriors had already been burning.
The arrow was already on the string, and everyone was holding their bows tightly, holding their breath, waiting for Yan Liqiang to shoot the first arrow. No one dared to act rashly at this time and challenge the authority of Yan Liqiang, the guardian elder.
A few minutes seemed like several hours to the warriors of the Dayue tribe. Finally, all the troops of the Shatu people entered the ambush circle. The warriors of the Dayue tribe ambushing on both sides of the valley could even hear the laughter of the Shatu people below...
A few seconds later, the whistling sound of an arrow that the Dayue tribe warriors had been waiting for finally rang out...
Yan Liqiang finally shot the first arrow. Four arrows flew out from the horn python bow in his hand, passed through the gaps between the rocks on the edge of the ridge and the low bushes at the foot of the mountain, and like four lightning bolts, they suddenly hit the four archers with bows at the end of the team in the valley below, causing the four archers to fall off their horses.
The archers all followed at the end of the team, which was just enough time for Yan Liqiang to close the door and beat the dog.
This first arrow was like a starting gun. When the whistling sound of the arrow was heard, the archers of the Dayue tribe who were ambushing on both sides of the valley all revealed their figures from their hiding places at once, and then shot the arrows in their hands downwards.
In the Broken Scale Valley, people and horses were thrown to the ground, and screams, roars, shouts of panic, and the neighing of horses in pain were heard all at once, and the place was in chaos.
The 100 archers Yan Liqiang asked for from the Dayue tribe were all the strongest archers in the Dayue tribe. They were ambushed on both sides of the valley, overlooking the people in the valley, only fifty meters away. At this distance, the well-prepared party suddenly attacked, and in just a moment, the number of Shatu people on horseback was reduced by a quarter...
When the archers of the Dayue tribe shot the first arrow, Yan Liqiang's second arrow had already been shot.
The same four arrows were aimed at the archers in the team below. The four archers in front had just fallen off their horses, and the four archers behind them fell off soon after. Until this time, the archers below who reacted quickly jumped off their horses or took off the bows on their backs...
For Yan Liqiang, this reaction speed was not fast, but slow, too slow. It took at least one second to dismount and release the bow. With this one second, Yan Liqiang shot two arrows again. Eight arrows flew out, and the last few archers in the team below didn't even have a chance to draw their bows. They were all killed by Yan Liqiang alone...
Without archers, at such a close distance, the remaining people faced the all-round and all-round shooting of the 100 well-prepared archers of the Dayue tribe. What awaited them was a massacre without suspense. Yan Liqiang certainly did not hold back. Within ten seconds, he had shot out all the arrows in the two pots in front of him. With one man and one bow, he almost killed a quarter of the Shatu people. Several Shatu people in the team obviously had good cultivation, probably above warriors. When they were attacked, they wanted to take the lead and rush to the hillsides on both sides. But such people were exactly the ones Yan Liqiang paid special attention to. When the bowstring of the horned python sounded, their lives were no more valuable than the lives of ordinary Shatu people next to them...
From the moment Yan Liqiang shot the first arrow to the moment the last Shatu warrior fell screaming, the entire ambush was quick and easy, and it was all over within half a minute...
(End of this chapter)