Amidst the screams, Yan Liqiang, who was riding on the dark clouds covering the snow, heard a sound coming from the left. He did not even turn around, but just stretched out his hand and caught the arrow that was shot at him.
The arrow in his hand was so light, without any power and of course no speed. Such an arrow was like a joke to Yan Liqiang. He turned his head and saw a Shatu boy wearing a jacket and a pigtail on his head, who looked only twelve or thirteen years old, hiding at the edge of a tent more than 20 meters away. He was holding a simple little bow made of bamboo, looking at him with hatred and shooting the arrow at him.
The Shatu boy didn't seem to expect that the arrow he shot from behind would be caught by Yan Liqiang, so when Yan Liqiang turned around, there was still a trace of astonishment and panic on the boy's face.
Seeing the face of the Shatu boy, Yan Liqiang hesitated for a moment - he was still a child...
The young man was unaware of Yan Liqiang's hesitation. When he saw that Yan Liqiang did not fight back, he immediately loaded another arrow onto his bow, raised the bow, and wanted to shoot at Yan Liqiang again...
"Go to hell, you bastard..." A rhino horse suddenly rushed towards the Shatu boy. Before the boy could react, Peng Chaohan, who was riding on the rhino horse, had already swung his machete from above, and chopped at the boy like a mountain falling on his head...
The bow broke, the man died, and in the midst of the flying blood, the neck and half of the shoulder of the Shatu boy were suddenly separated from his body, and he died instantly. The gushing blood sprayed all over Peng Chaohan's face...
“Sir…” Peng Chaohan turned around and wiped the blood off his face. He looked like a Shura crawling out of a sea of blood.
"Be careful..." Yan Liqiang threw the arrow in his hand out at once. The arrow made a sharp whistling sound in the air and pierced the forehead of another Shatu boy who ran out from the side of Peng Chaohan and rushed towards Peng Chaohan with a knife. The arrow carried the boy's body back several meters and fell heavily to the ground.
There were several people behind the young man, two women and an old man, all holding weapons in their hands. But before they could rush over, Peng Chaohan, who had turned his horse's head, and several other young men from Fengbian Village who had rushed over, had already rushed towards them on their rhinoceros horses. In the flashing light of swords, several people behind the Shatu young man fell in a pool of blood with screams...
Peng Chaohan continued to lead the few people around him to kill in the distance. One of the young men from Fengbian Village had a torch in his hand. After sprinkling pine oil on it, he immediately set a tent next to him on fire...
In the twilight, the fire in the Shatu people's tent slowly rose, illuminating Yan Liqiang's face red.
Yan Liqiang looked at the body of the Shatu boy not far away. The soft lines on his face slowly became firm in the flickering firelight - this was not a personal vendetta, but a war between races. As members of the seven Shatu tribes, they had stood on the opposite side of themselves since the moment they were born. This was their greatest original sin!
This grassland is not theirs, but loaned to them by the Han Empire. They occupied it and received favors from the Han Empire, but in the end they showed their fangs to the Han Empire and raised their butcher knives. Their brothers, fathers, and elders in the family are the ones who attacked Fengbian Village today. When they grow up, they will also follow the same old path. Even if they are supporters and participants of the invasion of Gulang Grassland and the Han Empire by the seven Shatu tribes, they are also beneficiaries. Therefore, when he has to make a choice between watching the knives in these people's hands pierce into the bodies of the soldiers around him and the soldiers around him chopping off their heads, Yan Liqiang will choose the latter without hesitation - because he is the governor Qiyun, the man trusted and relied on by these soldiers around him!
Only the dead people from the seven Shatu tribes are good Shatu people!
He looked around and saw the figures riding on horseback. It seemed that no one would hesitate to take action. Whether it was the cavalrymen of Baishi Pass or the warriors of Fengbian Village, in their eyes, all the people from the seven tribes of Shatu who appeared in front of them, regardless of gender or age, were just enemies. They were the ones who truly understood the cruelty of war. Even the 500 guards he brought with him did not hesitate when shooting at these Shatu people.
It seems that among all people, I am the only one who has lived two lives as a human being and still has some soft-heartedness!
Yan Liqiang laughed at himself, and after letting out a long breath, he also let out all the distracting thoughts in his mind.
The sky was gradually getting dark. By this time in the battle, Yan Liqiang and his men had won a great victory. The cavalry brought by Yan Liqiang swept through the gathering area of the Tuli tribe like a wildfire. The battle was coming to an end. In the entire Tuli tribe, except for the burning tents, there were only people who were terrified and fled in all directions like rabbits. Almost all the men in the Tuli tribe who could fight and did not run away had basically become corpses on the ground. Even if the Shatu people in the Tuli tribe who survived this time, according to the rules of the Gulang grassland, could not establish any Tuli tribe again, but would be annexed by other tribes. It can be said that at this time, as a small tribe among the seven Shatu tribes, the Tuli tribe has officially become history...
"Master Supervisor..." Tie Yunshan, covered in blood, rushed to Yan Liqiang with a team of guards and reported in a deep voice, "The Tuli tribe's resistance has basically disappeared. Those who can escape have almost all fled..."
Yan Liqiang nodded. He rode on his horse and looked towards the northwest. That was the direction most of the Shatu people who escaped from the Tuli tribe chose to flee. He pointed in that direction and asked, "Are there other tribes of the Tulang tribe in that direction?"
"Yes, about 80 miles away in that direction, there is another tribe of the Coyote, the Bakiyi tribe. That tribe has more people than the Tuli tribe, with nearly 10,000 tents..."
"Eighty miles?" Yan Liqiang pondered for a moment, then looked up at the sky. The weather tonight was very good, with no clouds in the sky. It was just getting dark at this time, and the moon and stars were already out. Even in the middle of the night, in this kind of weather and moonlight, the grassland was boundless and could be seen very far. The army could move freely without torches. "That means if someone here escapes to the Bakiyi tribe, and they know the news here and send troops to help, it is possible that the reinforcements will arrive within two hours..."
"almost!"
"Pass the order down, all the troops, chase them for twenty miles and then return, do not go too deep..."
"Yes, sir!" Tie Yunshan said, and one of his attendants took out a bull horn from his back and blew it. The melodious and rhythmic sound of the horn spread far and wide. This was how the cavalry obeyed orders during battle. The bull horn conveyed two messages - one was pursuit, and the other was twenty miles! All the cavalry of the Han Empire could understand it, and the guards around Yan Liqiang could understand it, too...
(End of this chapter)