The ambush was short but intense. After the whistling sounds of bows and arrows, the valley of Broken Scale Valley was already filled with the smell of blood.
Yan Liqiang made a gesture, and the warriors of the Dayue tribe wearing Shatu costumes who were ambushing on both sides of the valley all stood up, drew their swords, and rushed down to the valley.
"See if there are any alive, and then give them another blow..."
The lines that had been predetermined long ago were shouted out loudly by a warrior who was fluent in Shatu language.
"I know. Don't let any of the people from the Ebony Tribe go!" another soldier also roared in a low voice.
Yan Liqiang was the first to rush out. He didn't say anything, but just pointed at the fallen people of the Ebony Tribe in the Broken Scale Valley and made a few gestures. The warriors of the Dayue Tribe who were rushing towards the Broken Scale Valley saw Yan Liqiang's gestures and dispersed in tacit understanding, knowing what to do.
"Puff..." Swords and knives stabbed into the vital points of the Ebony warriors who had been shot and fallen, and then were pulled out, in order to not let any one go.
The corpses scattered in the valley were distributed over a valley that was more than a hundred meters long. The warriors of the Dayue tribe who rushed down also dispersed at this time, silently checking the corpses, repairing their knives, and sending those Shatu people who were not yet dead to the paradise they longed for.
"Hurry up and send them all to see Mo Biedu. No one can be left alive, and no one else can see them..."
"What are you afraid of? When the Wumu tribe arrives, we will have already returned to Baishui Lake. Hey... hey... let the Wumu tribe seek revenge on the tribes in Yulong Mountain. Let them fight each other to the death. We will clean up the mess in the end. It is enough for the seven Shatu tribes to have one leader!"
Two warriors from the Dayue tribe were repairing their swords and chatting "casually" at the place designated by Yan Liqiang. On the ground near the two people, there were more than a dozen bodies of Shatu people lying sparsely. At this moment, among the Shatu people from the Ebony tribe who were lying on the ground, suddenly a Shatu man who was shot by an arrow at the end of the Shatu team jumped up, grabbed a horse next to him, crouched on the horse, and rushed out of the Broken Scale Valley while riding the horse.
"Ah, there is still a survivor, don't let him run away..." someone suddenly shouted from a distance.
The people who were finishing off the enemy were alarmed, and almost all of them chased after him. Then there were roars and the sound of bowstrings.
A few minutes later, after the chaos, a deep voice sounded, "Go quickly, don't stay long..."
The warriors of the Dayue tribe ran across the valley, slashing the bodies of the Ebony tribe members lying on the ground one by one. In just a moment, they disappeared at the end of the Broken Scale Valley. In the entire Broken Scale Valley, only the silent horses and corpses were left.
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More than ten minutes later, at the place where the two Dayue tribe warriors who were fluent in Shatu language were talking just now, a Shatu man who was lying on the ground moved, then slowly climbed up tremblingly.
This Shatu man was in his thirties, with a dark face, short and strong, and a bunch of braids on his head. He was also hit by an arrow, which hit his left chest. If the arrow had gone a few inches lower, it would have hit his heart. Fortunately, the angle of the arrow just missed the heart and hit him near the socket of his left shoulder. Although the arrow shot deep, it was not fatal. Just now when those people were evacuating, he was also stabbed with a knife in "haste", but that knife hit the right shoulder of his back. The wound was a bit long, but it was not fatal either.
The Shatu man stood up, looked at the corpses in front and behind him, staggered to a rhinoceros horse not far away, gritted his teeth, got on the horse with difficulty, then turned the horse's head and rushed out of the Broken Scale Valley.
More than 700 meters away, he saw the horse lying on the ground with arrows all over its body. A few dozen meters ahead, there was also a Shatu man lying on the ground with more than ten arrows stuck in his body and his head chopped off...
“Uli tribe…” The Shatu man riding on the rhino horse almost bit his teeth to pieces. With red eyes, he took a last look at the body of his companion lying on the ground, and finally squeezed the horse’s belly. He fell on the back of the rhino horse and rushed towards the Gulang grassland outside the Broken Scale Valley…
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Yan Liqiang stood on a small mountain not far from Broken Scale Valley, looking at the rhinoceros horse that rushed out of Broken Scale Valley, with a deep smile on his face. Then he turned his head to look at the Dayue tribe warriors behind him who were looking at him with awe, and gave a clear order, "Go!"
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At dusk, in the big tent at the center of the Wumu tribe's tent, Wugusa, the chief of the Wumu tribe, stared at the Shatu man who had survived by chance by kneeling on the ground with red eyes, like a wolf about to eat people. "Did you really hear those people say that?"
"Hua La..." The man kneeling on the ground tore off his clothes and raised his head, revealing the arrow wound and the knife wound on his back that had just been bandaged. As soon as he pulled his hand, the bandaged wounds immediately oozed bright red blood. "If I heard a word wrong, please cut off my ears, Chief. If I add a word and talk nonsense, please cut off my tongue and chop off my head..."
"Mobiedu, my son..." Ugusa, the chief of the Ebony tribe, wailed and immediately started crying and beating his chest in the tent.
When Mobiedu learned how to kill since he was a child, Ugusa always thought that Mobiedu was capable, pleasing to the eye, and a pillar of the Ebony Tribe. This time, it was finally his turn to taste what it felt like to have a dead son.
"We must avenge our eldest brother..." one of Ugusa's younger sons shouted, "In the past few months, the Wuli tribe has become more and more aggressive towards us. Some time ago, several of our patrol teams disappeared inexplicably, and their bodies were not found. It was definitely not a wolf pack that did it. It must have been done by the Wuli tribe. Just two days ago, the Wuli tribe drove the sheep to our pasture east of the Xishui River. They also drove many people from our tribe who lived in the pasture east of the Xishui River here, beat people, and robbed our cattle and sheep. The Wuli tribe was incompetent and suffered heavy casualties in Ganzhou, but they turned the knife on us, fearing that we would surpass them. This time, even my eldest brother was killed by them..."
"Yes, revenge!"
"revenge!"
The core members and high-ranking officials of the Wumu tribe in the big tent all roared in anger. The grudge between the Wuli tribe and the Wumu tribe was formed decades ago. The Wumu tribe has always been brooding over the failure of that year and was not convinced. They just felt that the Wuli tribe was just a little luckier. In recent months, the Wuli tribe has been making more and more small moves against the Wumu tribe. The Wumu tribe has been forbearing it, but what happened today has triggered the roar of everyone in the Wumu tribe. Now at this point, when other people's knives are about to cut their necks, are they still going to endure it
"Do you really think that our Uli tribe is afraid of you, Sultan? I will also let you taste the feeling of losing your son..." The chief of the Ebony tribe, Ugusa, raised his tearful scarlet eyes and said loudly with gritted teeth.
(End of this chapter)