The dark clouds and snow turned into a black lightning in the Shatu camp and rushed directly towards the fleeing Shatu people. Along the way, more and more Shatu people rushed out, trying to stop Yan Liqiang. Yan Liqiang avoided two waves of attacks, drew his sword and chopped down four of the rushing Shatu people, and rushed out of the camp directly chasing the fleeing Shatu people.
At this time, the eastern sky was getting brighter and brighter, the stars and the moon in the sky were slowly disappearing, and the black sky was fading away bit by bit.
The battle in the Shatu camp had gradually turned into a massacre. Mao Taishun, who had just finished shooting a box of arrows from his crossbow, looked up and found that Yan Liqiang was no longer around. He looked again and saw that Yan Liqiang had already rushed out of the camp on his black cloud. He was startled and quickly called out to Zhao Bing who was not far away, "Zhao Bing, Brother Wang has rushed out of the camp and seems to be chasing someone..."
"Shua..." Zhao Bing leaned over and pulled the long sword from the neck of an old man. The old man's eyes were wide open, and the blood on his neck sprayed directly onto Zhao Bing's face. Zhao Bing wiped his face, looked into the distance, and without saying a word, he kicked his horse's belly and rushed out after Yan Liqiang's back, "We can't let Brother Wang chase people alone, it's too dangerous..."
The battle just now was a bit chaotic. Zuo Yuquan and Jia Lang had no idea where they had followed Zhao Tianyi to. Seeing Zhao Bing chasing Yan Liqiang, Mao Taishun quickly replaced his crossbow with a box of crossbow arrows that had been prepared long ago, then gritted his teeth and followed Zhao Bing.
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The Shatu people in front were all riding good rhinoceros horses, but their rhinoceros horses were still a little bit inferior to Wuyun Gaixue's. After chasing them two or three miles out of the camp, the Shatu people in front were gradually caught up by Yan Liqiang.
At the beginning, those Shatu people were only concerned with escaping and did not notice that someone was chasing them from behind. However, as the distance between the two sides approached within 50 meters, they heard the sound of horse hooves coming from behind. The Shatu people in front turned around and found Yan Liqiang chasing them alone.
I am a martial artist who has mastered the third level of archery… I am a martial artist who has mastered the third level of archery… I am a martial artist who has mastered the third level of archery…
While chasing, Yan Liqiang kept hypnotizing himself in his mind, because if he didn't, Yan Liqiang was afraid that he would not be able to help but raise his hand and shoot down all the Shatu people who were still fleeing in front of him. At such a short distance, he only needed to shoot twice, four arrows in one bow, and the eight Shatu people running in front could be easily killed by him. In front of his true archery skills, the eight Shatu people in front were no different from eight rabbits trapped in a cage as targets. They were all small characters that could be destroyed with a backhand.
However, from last night till now, Yan Liqiang has already shot too many arrows, almost sixty in total, and only a few arrows are left from the two pots of arrows. This is far beyond the number of arrows that an ordinary third-level archery master can shoot in one night. If an ordinary archery master shoots so many arrows with such a strong bow in a short period of time, he would not be able to lift his arms, let alone shoot the bow at will. Thinking of the purpose of coming to Gulang Grassland this time, Yan Liqiang could only suppress his instinctive impulse and told himself that he could not solve the problem in the simplest and most pleasant way, but must solve the problem according to his current strength.
When they found that Yan Liqiang was chasing them alone, one of the eight Shatu people in front, a bearded Shatu man with a bow and arrow on his back, immediately turned around, narrowed his eyes, picked up the bow, and shot an arrow at Yan Liqiang.
With a "dang" sound, the arrow went straight to Yan Liqiang's throat, but just as it got close to him, it was knocked away by the long sword in Yan Liqiang's hand, without hurting Yan Liqiang at all.
The Shatu man who was shooting the arrow was stunned for a moment. After a few seconds, he grabbed another arrow and shot it.
This time the shot was aimed at Yan Liqiang's heart, which was still knocked away by Yan Liqiang's weapon.
The third arrow continued to shoot, and this time it hit Wuyun Gaixue's head.
Yan Liqiang stretched out his hand and knocked the arrow away again...
The Shatu man with the hairy beard was furious and wanted to shoot again...
“Fuck, do you really think I can’t do anything to you without using a bow and arrow…” Yan Liqiang cursed, and when he saw that the distance between the two sides was almost within fifty meters, before the bearded Shatu man could shoot the fourth arrow, Yan Liqiang pulled out the dagger from his waist and swung it hard.
The dagger flashed in the air, leaving a fleeting cold light and hitting the bearded Shatu archer directly in the heart. After spitting out a mouthful of blood, the bearded Shatu man holding the bow fell off his horse and died.
The remaining seven people were startled. One of them, an old Shatu man dressed in gorgeous clothes, looked back at Yan Liqiang who was chasing him and shouted twice. Then three of the remaining seven people turned their horses around and rushed towards Yan Liqiang, waving their scimitars. The remaining four Shatu people continued to rush forward.
They were three Shatu guards. Although their skills were good, they were still far inferior to Yan Liqiang, a "martial artist". More importantly, although the four men on horseback rushed over, their speeds varied and their positions were some in front and some behind.
The first man crossed paths with Yan Liqiang, and as soon as they exchanged blows, Yan Liqiang chopped him on the neck, causing his head to fly up. The second man’s scimitar followed closely, and Yan Liqiang grabbed the man’s wrist with his clever strength. With a scream, he was dragged off the running rhino dragon horse and fell to the ground, rolling for dozens of times. Yan Liqiang then jumped off the rhino dragon horse’s back, dodging the third man’s slash, and with a move like a dragon swinging its tail, he kicked the Shatu man’s head directly, deforming it, and he fell off the rhino dragon horse with blood spurting out of his mouth...
The fourth person fell to the end, but his weapon was not a sword, but a crossbow with a fine bowstring. When he rushed to within ten meters of Yan Liqiang, he pulled the trigger with a "bang" and shot an arrow at Yan Liqiang...
No matter how close it was, the arrow did not hit Yan Liqiang. As Yan Liqiang raised his head, the arrow flew past his ear. Almost at the same time, the chest of the Shatu guard who shot the crossbow arrow was pierced by the long sword thrown by Yan Liqiang and he fell off his rhino dragon horse.
When the two horses passed each other, Yan Liqiang leaned forward and grabbed the crossbow arrow hanging on the opponent's saddle. Then Yan Liqiang suddenly bent down from the saddle, almost hanging on a stirrup, and picked up the crossbow that the man had dropped on the ground.
Holding the crossbow, he controlled the horse with his legs, then quickly loaded a crossbow arrow into the arrow slot of the crossbow. With a "bang", he shot it at a person running in front of him.
"Ah..." Among the remaining three people, a young man in gorgeous clothes was shot in the back and fell off his horse.
Finally, there were only two Shatu people left. Both of them were wearing gorgeous clothes. Without any prior arrangement, they performed a climax riding skill in front of Yan Liqiang almost at the same time - hiding in the stirrup.
Yan Liqiang quickly loaded another crossbow on the back of the running rhinoceros horse, then sneered, "Little guy, I'll let you hide in the stirrup"...
Another arrow was shot, but it did not hit a human, but a rhinoceros horse.
The legs of a running rhino horse went limp and it fell down. The man hiding under the horse's belly was pressed to the ground by the horse's heavy body before he could react. He screamed and rolled on the grass with the rhino horse like a meat shield, amid the sound of broken bones.
The last rhino horse finally stopped and turned its head. The Shatu man in his sixties, who was wearing fancy clothes and looked fat and bloated, looked at Yan Liqiang with a look of shock and anger. He stopped his horse, drew the scimitar from his waist and pointed it at Yan Liqiang, shouting in grief and anger, "Why, why are you trying to kill all of our tribe!"
"Are you the chief of that small tribe?" Yan Liqiang also stopped and pointed the crossbow with the third arrow loaded at the old man Shatu.
"Yes, I am Sagomo, the chief of the small tribe you mentioned..." The Shatu man stared at Yan Liqiang with gritted teeth, "Why, why do you Han people treat us like this?"
"You are ungrateful and have evil intentions. The Han Empire protected you and allowed the seven tribes of Shatu to survive. Your repayment to the Han Empire is to sell out and betray you. You are always thinking about how to get into the pass to burn, kill and plunder. If I don't destroy you, where is justice?"
"In this world, the strong prey on the weak. The Han Empire was unable to protect its own territory, so it should be occupied by us. How can it be called betrayal?" Samu Mo said loudly without any shame. "The Han Empire protected us in the past, but that was because the Han Empire was stupid enough to protect its own enemies. We Shatu people never talk about loyalty and loyalty to our enemies, and we never make any promises. The stupidity of the enemy is our opportunity!"
"Haha, don't worry. The Han Empire probably won't be so stupid again. Fortunately, there is still a chance to correct the mistakes made by the Han Empire in the past. All we have to do is wipe out all seven of your Shatu tribes from the Gulang grassland!" Yan Liqiang smiled, then pulled the trigger of the crossbow at the man.
The crossbow arrow shot out, but unexpectedly, it did not hit Samuel. The crossbow arrow was knocked away by Samuel's scimitar. Then, Samuel flashed, holding the scimitar, and jumped from the horse with a ferocious face. Like a flying vulture, he pounced directly at Yan Liqiang and chopped Yan Liqiang on the head with the scimitar, "Go to hell..."
I didn't expect that the chief of this small tribe is actually a master. Judging from his appearance, he is also a martial artist...
(End of this chapter)