The ambush process was short and fierce. After the whistling of bows and arrows, the valley of Shattered Scale Valley was already filled with blood.

Yan Liqiang gestured, and the soldiers of the Dayue tribe who were ambushed on both sides of the valley all stood up, pulled out their swords and rushed to the bottom of the valley.

"See if there are any living people, and then make up for it..."

The lines that had been booked long ago were yelled out by a warrior who was proficient in Shatu language.

"I know, don't let anyone go of the Ebony tribe!" Another warrior also roared in a low voice.

Yan Liqiang was the first to rush out. He didn't say anything, but pointed at the fallen ebony tribe people in the Shattered Scale Valley and gestured a few gestures. The warriors of the Dayue tribe who rushed to the Shattered Scale Valley. When Yan Liqiang's gestures were all dispersed in a tacit understanding and knew what to do.

"Puff..." Swords pierced into the vital points of the soldiers of the Ebony tribe who fell down by the arrow, and then pulled them out, trying not to let one go.

The corpses scattered in the valley were probably distributed in the valley more than 100 meters long. The soldiers of the Dayue tribe who rushed down also scattered at this time. They examined the corpses silently and repaired their swords, sending those Shatu people who were not dead to the paradise they yearned for.

"Hurry up, send them all to see Mo Beidu. You can't have any survivors, and you can't let others see..."

"What are you afraid of? When the people from the Ebony tribe come, we have already returned to Baishui Lake. Hey...hey... let the Ebony tribe seek revenge for the tribes in Yulong Mountain. Let them bite the dog. It's better to fight to the death. In the end, we will clean up the mess. There is a boss in the Seven Tribes of Shatu!"

The warriors of the two Dayue tribes were having a knife in the place designated by Yan Liqiang while talking casually. On the ground near the two, more than ten Shatu people were lying sparsely. At this moment, among the Shatu people in the ebony group of the Shatu people who were lying on the ground, suddenly a Shatu people who were caught in an arrow at the end of the Shatu people team jumped up, grabbed a horse next to them, leaned down on the horse, and rushed out of the Shatu Valley with their body.

"Ah, there are still living people, don't let him run away..." Someone suddenly shouted in the distance.

The people who were finishing the fight were alarmed, and almost everyone chased after him, and then there was a roar and a sound of bowstrings.

A few minutes later, after a chaotic situation, a low voice sounded, "Go away quickly, don't stay for a long time..."

The soldiers of the Dayue tribe ran across the valley and took another knife on the ebony tribe on the ground. In just a moment, they disappeared at the end of the Shattered Scale Valley. In the entire Shattered Scale Valley, only those horses that no one whispered and corpses everywhere were left.

...

More than ten minutes later, on the ground where the two Dayue tribe soldiers who were proficient in Shatu language were talking, a Shatu man who fell to the ground moved, and then slowly got up tremblingly.

This Shatu man was in his thirties, with a dark face, short and strong face, and a string of braids on his head. He was also hit by an arrow. The arrow was on his left chest. If the arrow went a little further down, it would be in the center. Fortunately, the angle of the arrow just exceeded the heart and shot him close to his left shoulder and shoulder. Although the arrow shot very deeply, it was not fatal. When those people were evacuating, he was also "hasty" and was cut on the back of his shoulder on the right side of his back. The wound was a bit long, but it was not fatal.

The Shatu man stood up, looked at the corpse in front of him and walked staggeringly to a rhino dragon horse not far away, gritted his teeth and got on the horse with difficulty, then turned his head and rushed out of the Broken Scale Valley.

More than 700 meters away from here, he saw the horse lying on the ground full of arrows. A few dozen meters ahead, there were Shatu people with more than ten arrows stuck on their bodies and their heads were cut down...

"Wuli..." The Shatu man riding on the Xilong horse was almost bitten by his teeth. He had red eyes and finally glanced at the corpse of his companion who was lying on the ground. He finally grabbed the horse's belly and his whole body was lying on the back of the Xilong horse, and then rushed towards the Gulang grassland outside the Broken Scale Valley...

...

Yan Liqiang stood on a small mountain peak not far from the Shattered Scale Valley, looking at the rhino dragon horse that rushed out of the Shattered Scale Valley, with a deep smile on his face, then turned his head and looked at the Great Moon Tribe warriors behind him who looked at him with awe, and gave a neat order, "Go!"

...

In the evening, in the big tent at the center of the Ebony Ministry's tent, Ugusa, the head of the Ebony Ministry, had red eyes, staring at the Shatu man who was kneeling on the ground and survived by chance. "Did you really hear those people say that?"

"Crazy..." The man knelt on the ground pulled open his clothes, raised his head, revealing the arrow wound that had just been wrapped and the knife wound on his back. As soon as his hand pulled, bright red blood immediately oozed out of the wrapped wound. "If I misheard half a word, please cut off my ears. I want to add half a word and gossip. Please cut off my tongue and chop my head..."

"Don't beg me, my son..." Ugusa, the leader of the Ebony tribe, wailed and immediately started crying with a big blow to his chest and stamping his feet in the tent.

When Mobi Du learned to kill people since childhood, Ugusa always felt that Mobi had the ability and was pleasing to the eye. He was a pillar of the Ebony Ministry. This time, it was finally his turn to taste what it would be like to die a son.

"We must avenge our elder brother..." A young son of Ugusa shouted, "In the past few months, the Uli tribe has become more and more aggressive towards us. Some time ago, our patrol team had disappeared for no reason, and the bodies were not found. We would never have encountered a pack of wolves. It must have been done by the people of the Uli tribe. Just two days ago, the people of the Uli tribe had already driven the flock to the grassland east of our Xishui River, and drove many of our tribe's grassland east of the Xishui River, and injured people and robbed our cattle and sheep. The people of the Uli tribe themselves were incompetent, and they had lost their soldiers and generals in Ganzhou, but they inserted their swords into us, afraid that we would surpass them. This time, even the eldest brother was attacked by their hands..."

"Yes, take revenge!"

"revenge!"

The core and senior executives of the ebony department in the tent roared angrily. The grudge between the Uli tribe and the ebony department was formed decades ago. The ebony department has been resentful and unwilling to accept the failure of that year. It just feels that the Uli tribe is a little lucky. In recent months, the Uli tribe has made more and more small moves against the ebony department. The ebony department has been enduring, but today's incident has detonated the roars of everyone in the ebony department. At this time, others' knives are about to be cut on their necks. Do you still have to endure it?
Chapter completed!