The entrance of the Shallow Valley is like an open trumpet, more than ten miles wide, facing the Gulang Grassland. As soon as you enter the trumpet, the road you can walk becomes narrower and narrower, and the ridges on both sides are also higher and higher. Gradually, you can continue to penetrate deeper from the Shallow Valley and enter the vast Yulong Mountains.

At this moment, the people who were riding a horse and walking towards the valley were the Ebony tribes of the Seven Shatu tribes. The exact number was 318. If Yan Liqiang was not there, then these people at this moment came here to welcome the first group of prisoners from the Dayue tribe whom Mobidu and Mobidu were escorted back by Mobidu.

Mob is full of confidence in taking over the Dayue tribe this time, and he did not consider the possibility of failure. The only thing he was worried about was probably that the time for escorting the first batch of prisoners would be delayed for a few days because the road in the mountains was difficult to move. Therefore, Mob has set this time five days after he "taken" the Dayue tribe. At this time, when he took over the Dayue tribe, he would definitely sensation the entire Gulang grassland when he escorted the elders and patriarchs of the Dayue tribe to the Ebony tribe, and would also win a huge reputation for him and the Ebony tribe.

So, after the more than 300 people entered the team of Broken Scale Valley, there were several horses behind them, and they were also pulling a prison cart made of wooden cages.

Mobi thought so. Even when he was dying, he fantasized about bringing Salanqi back to the ebony tribe and letting Salanqi surrender to his feet. The thoughts that flashed through his head before he died did not become true, but they made Yan Liqiang know a lot of information that he had not said at once. It is precisely because of this that Yan Liqiang organized and planned this action.

Mobe was violent and very happy to be praised. What he said was that he would meet in the Shattered Scale Valley was to let the people from the Ebony tribe go deep into the valley and wait for him, instead of him taking the prisoners to the outside of the valley to wait for these people, so this group of Ebony tribes plunged in without hesitation.

The creaking prison van was walking on the ground of the Broken Scale Valley. The ground in the middle of the Broken Scale Valley, because too many people have entered Yulong Mountain from here over the years, have been stepped out of a way, and the empty prison van can pass by.

There were less than twenty people in a team of more than 300 people carrying bows on their bodies. The others were carrying scimitars. Everyone looked very relaxed. They rode on horseback and chatted and laughed. Because today everyone came here not to fight, but to escort "trophys". There was no need to take any risks. Naturally, no one would be nervous. Besides, this is the territory of the Seventh tribe of Shatu, and it is close to the tent of the ebony tribe. What else can there be? Who dares to cause trouble for the ebony tribe? Even if someone eats the courage of the bear heart and leopard, he may not do such a stupid thing.

Watching the 318-person team slowly walking towards the pocket he set up, Yan Liqiang's eyes slowly narrowed, just like watching hundreds of sheep walking into the slaughterhouse, hiding on both sides of the shrubs, stones, and trees behind the valley, one by one, was motionless, just staring at the Shatu people approaching the valley, with hatred and firm eyes emitting hatred and firm gazes. Many people died this time. The relatives, friends, brothers, or companions and people they knew of the Dayue tribe were injured or dead in the chaos a few days ago. Looking at the Shatu people getting closer and closer, the flames on the chests of these warriors had already burned.

The arrows were already on the strings, and everyone held their bows and arrows tightly, holding their breath and concentrating, waiting for Yan Liqiang to shoot the first arrow. No one dared to do anything at this time and challenge Yan Liqiang, the authority of protecting the elder.

In just a few minutes, it was like a few hours later that the teams of the Shatu people entered the ambush circle of the crowd. The warriors of the Dayue tribe who were ambushing on both sides of the valley could even hear the laughter of the Shatu people below...

After a few seconds, the sound of arrows breaking through the air that made the soldiers of the Dayue tribe expected finally rang out...

Yan Liqiang finally shot the first arrow, and four arrows flew out from the horned python bow in his hand, passing through the gap between the rocks on the ridge and a low bush at the foot of the mountain. Like four lightning bolts, they poured into the four archers holding bows at the last of the team in the valley below, causing the four archers to fall from the horses in the horses at once.

The archers were all following at the end of the team, just enough to make Yan Liqiang close the door and beat the dog.

The first arrow was like a command gun. When the roar of the arrow sounded, the archers of the Dayue tribe who were ambushing on both sides of the valley all showed their figures from their hiding places, and then shot the bows and arrows in their hands down.

In the Shattered Scale Valley, there were immediately a group of people rushing up and horses, screaming, roaring, panic screaming, and the neighing of horses in pain, suddenly resounded and became a mess.

The hundred archers Yan Liqiang wanted from the Dayue tribe were all those with higher strength among the Dayue tribe's archers. The place where they were ambushing was on both sides of the valley, facing the heights, only more than fifty meters away from the people in the valley. At this distance, the side who had prepared had suddenly attacked. In just an instant, the Shatu people riding on the horse instantly reduced their staff by one quarter...

When the archers of the Dayue tribe shot the first arrow, Yan Liqiang's second arrow had already shot out.

There were also four arrows, and the target was the archers in the team below. The four archers in the front just fell off the horse, and the four archers in the back fell down. Until this time, the archers in the lower part had quick reactions and jumped off the horse or untied the bow on their back...

For Yan Liqiang, this reaction speed is not fast, but slow, too slowly. It takes at least one second to adjust the horse and remove the bow. With this second, Yan Liqiang shot two arrows again, and eight arrows flew out. The last few archers in the team below did not even have the chance to draw the bow, and they were all reimbursed by Yan Liqiang alone...

Without archers, at such a close distance, the remaining people faced the archers of the 100 Dayue tribe who had been prepared for all directions without dead corners. What awaited them was a massacre without any suspense. Yan Liqiang was of course not polite. Within ten seconds, the two pots of arrows he placed in front of him had all shot out. One person had a bow, almost one quarter of the Shatu people. The few Shatu people in the team had obviously had good cultivation, and should be above the warriors. When they encountered an attack, they wanted to take the lead in rushing to the hillsides on both sides. However, such people were the objects of Yan Liqiang's focus. When the horned python bowstring sounded, their lives were not as valuable as the lives of ordinary Shatu people next to them...
Chapter completed!