Under the setting sun, the scene of the warriors of the seven Shatu tribes riding on rhinoceros horses and rushing towards Yan Liqiang's army was full of tragic and heroic colors. Those people were already covered by arrows when they were still three hundred meters away. They screamed one by one and fell down like wheat harvested by a sickle.
Countless vultures were circling in the sky, all attracted by the smell of blood on the ground.
Countless Shatu people fell down. In the place where the crowd of people fell the most, the blood flowing on the ground flowed along the grass slope towards the lake surface at a lower level. In just a moment, the surface of the lake of several hundred acres, which was clear before, was now completely dyed red by the blood donations, just like pouring a bottle of red ink into a tank of clear water. The red color was light at first, then gradually deepened, and finally started from the edge of the lake and slowly spread out...
Yan Liqiang led more than 10,000 horse archers, and like a sharp knife, they directly cut open the torsos of the seven Shatu tribes. All of a sudden, blood and flesh flew everywhere, and screams were heard everywhere. Along the way, no one could stop Yan Liqiang from leading the army.
If yesterday's 40,000 Shatu cavalry could be considered an organized resistance, then today, the only organized resistance of the seven Shatu tribes has been completely ended.
Just half an hour ago, when Yan Liqiang and his army were about to approach twenty miles away from Xingxing Lake, more than 30,000 Shatu cavalrymen in chaotic formation, dressed in colorful clothes, screamed, waved various weapons in their hands, and rushed towards Yan Liqiang and his archers from the direction of Xingxing Lake.
These Shatu people were even more panicked than the ones we met yesterday. The 40,000 people yesterday were more or less prepared, but these today seemed to be put together at the last minute. They didn't even have a unified leader. Instead, they were in chaos. Led by more than a dozen Shatu people who looked like leaders, they wanted to fight desperately with Yan Liqiang and his army, just like gamblers who had lost all their money and wanted to make up for their losses. They were desperate.
However, what was waiting for them were still deadly arrows falling like dense raindrops. They charged forward in the hail of arrows. At this moment, they showed unprecedented bravery. No one retreated. From thousands of meters away, the shouters, waving their weapons, rushed towards the towering flag of Yan Liqiang leading the army, until the last Shatu warrior of that team fell down like a hedgehog with his horse. The person who rushed to the front... was still two hundred meters away from Yan Liqiang.
Under the attack of dense and precise long-range firepower, this traditional cavalry charge had no meaning except for causing the archers to fire a few volleys, each of whom consumed a few cheap arrows. This change in the way of warfare was obviously something that the Shatu people could not adapt to. On this vast grassland, there were no city walls, no barriers, and not even any extra war tools. They had no other choice but to rush forward and fight desperately. At that moment, for the Shatu people, perhaps they had only one simple thought in their minds - the Han people rushing over were enemies, and behind them were their homes and loved ones.
The iron hooves stepped on their corpses and blood and rushed into Xingxing Lake. After breaking through the last line of defense of the seven tribes of Shatu, what Yan Liqiang finally saw was the densely packed tents and barracks in the less than 100 square kilometers of the core gathering area of Xingxing Lake...
These days, because of the order to kill the Hu people, the people of the seven Shatu tribes gathered here were all afraid of being killed by the knights and militia of the Han Empire. In order to survive together and not give the knights any chance to take advantage, the gathering areas of the seven Shatu tribes gathered here are very close to each other, and the population density is very high. From a distance, you can see that the tents and gathering areas are vaguely divided into seven parts.
Countless Shatu people were running around in panic and screaming in their gathering place. Some of them had already mounted their horses and were running for their lives. The entire Shatu tribe was in chaos at this time, as if the end of the world had come. The Shatu people gathered here also did not expect that Yan Liqiang and his men had already reached Xingxing Lake today.
Looking at the scene in the distance, Yan Liqiang ordered Caiyun Zhuiyue to stop, and the entire army also stopped with Yan Liqiang.
Yan Liqiang calmly watched the panic scene of the seven Shatu tribes in front of him, his heart as calm as water. After just over ten seconds, he raised the bow in his hand, and roared out a word like spring thunder, "Kill!", and then he was the first to rush towards the gathering area of the Shatu people. The tens of thousands of Qiyun County soldiers behind him shouted "Kill" in unison, shaking the earth, and followed Yan Liqiang to rush forward.
Yan Liqiang led an army of 30,000 and marched straight in from the east of Xingxing Lake. They pushed forward all the way and encountered no organized resistance of more than 500 people along the way. Before the Shatu people could rush over, the arrows of the archers had already covered the area where they were. Even if a few people were lucky enough to rush within a hundred meters of the army, what was waiting for them were the crossbows and arrows in the hands of other cavalrymen of the Longya Army. If they could get closer, they would have to face the long spears of countless lancers.
When the nearly 100,000 rangers and militiamen who followed the army saw the scene in front of them, they could no longer bear it and had already avoided the route of Yan Liqiang's army from the northwest and southwest, and completely surrounded the gathering place of the seven Shatu tribes. Seeing that some Shatu people had already escaped, many rangers and militiamen turned around to chase and kill those fleeing Shatu people, while more rangers and militiamen swept through the gathering area of the seven Shatu tribes like a flood. They followed Yan Liqiang's army to Xingxing Lake, waiting for this moment. The heads of the Shatu people meant merit, pasture and wealth, so everyone was striving to be the first.
The rangers and militia who dared to come to the Gulang grassland had martial arts skills above the standard, especially the rangers. Among about three or four rangers, at least one was a warrior or had skills above that of a warrior. Most of the rangers carried bows or weapons such as crossbows. Hidden weapons such as darts were the favorites of the rangers. The elite soldiers of the seven Shatu tribes were all killed, so how could the remaining people resist such a large army
There were sounds of killing and screaming everywhere. Wherever Yan Liqiang's army passed, there were screams and corpses everywhere. Thick smoke billowed up into the sky in the blink of an eye and drifted across the sky of Xingxing Lake, like the mourning flags raised by the seven tribes of Shatu, which was extremely desolate in the afterglow of the setting sun...
(End of this chapter)