Amid the screams, he heard the sound from the left. Yan Liqiang, who was riding on the dark clouds and snow, did not turn around. He just stretched out his hand and grabbed the arrow that was shooting at him.

The arrows in his hand were light and had no force, and of course there was no speed. Such arrows were like joking to Yan Liqiang. He turned his head and saw a boy wearing a jacket with a small braid on his head more than 20 meters away. He looked like a twelve or thirteen-year-old Shatu, hiding by a tent, holding a simple small bow made of bamboo, looking at him with hatred eyes, shooting the arrow at him.

The boy Shatu didn't seem to have expected that the arrow he shot from behind would be caught by Yan Liqiang, so when Yan Liqiang turned around, there was a hint of astonishment and panic on the boy's face.

Seeing the face of the Shatu boy, Yan Liqiang hesitated for a moment and this was still a child...

The young man didn't know Yan Liqiang's hesitation. When he saw Yan Liqiang not attacking, he immediately installed an arrow on his small bow, raised his bow, and wanted to shoot at Yan Liqiang again...

"Dog, go to death..." A rhino dragon horse suddenly rushed to the Shatu boy and reacted. The machete on Peng Chaohan, who was riding on the rhino dragon horse, had already been condescending, and chopped towards the boy like a mountain pressing down on it...

The bow was broken, the person was broken, and in the flying blood, the Shatu boy's neck and half of his shoulders were separated from his body, and he died instantly. The blood shot out spurted Peng Chaohan's face...

"Sir..." Peng Chaohan turned his head and wiped the blood from his face, and his whole body was like Shura crawling out of the sea of ​​blood.

"Be careful..." The arrow in Yan Liqiang's hand was thrown out by him. The arrow made a roar in the air, piercing the forehead of another Shatu boy running out of Peng Chaohan with a knife rushing towards Peng Chaohan. He flew back several meters and fell heavily to the ground.

There were several people behind the boy, two women and an old man, holding weapons in his hands, but before they could rush over, Peng Chaohan, who had turned his horse's head and several other young and strong people from Fengbian Village who were rushing towards them, were already riding a rhino dragon horse. In the flashing sword light, the few people behind the boy Shatu fell in a pool of blood amid the screams...

Peng Chaohan continued to take a few people around him to the distance. One of them was a young man from Fengbian Village, holding a torch in his hand. After sprinkling pine oil, he suddenly lit a tent next to him...

Under dusk, the flames from 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 beating firelight. This was not a personal grudge, but a war between races. As people from the Seventh Shatu tribes, they had already stood on their opposite side from the moment they were born. This was their biggest original sin!

This grassland is not theirs, but lent to them by the Han Empire. They occupied this place and received the favor of the Han Empire. Finally, they showed their fangs to the Han Empire and raised their butcher knife. The brothers, fathers, elders, and those who attack Fengbianzhai today will follow this old path when they grow up. Even if the Seventh Tribes of Shatu invade the Gulang Grassland and the Han Empire, they are also beneficiaries. Therefore, while watching the knife in the hands of these people pierce the bodies of the soldiers beside them and the soldiers around them cut off their heads, when they have to make a choice, Yan Liqiang would only choose the latter without hesitation because he is the supervisor of Qi Yun, the man trusted and relied on by these soldiers around him!

Only the dead people from the Seventh Shatu tribes are good Shatu people!

He raised his eyes and looked at the figures galloping on the horse's back. It seemed that no one would hesitate when he started. Whether it was the cavalry of Baishi Pass or the soldiers of Fengbian Village, in their opinion, all the people from the Seventh Shatu tribes that appeared in front of them, men, women, young and old, were just enemies, and there was no distinction between gender and age. These people were those who truly understood the cruelty of the war. Even the 500 guards he brought him would never hesitate when he was shooting at these Stich people.

It seems that among all people, they are the only ones who have been a human being for two lives, and there are also some who are kind to women!

Yan Liqiang smiled self-deprecatingly, and after breathing out a long breath in his chest, he also exhaled all the distracting thoughts in his heart.

The sky was slowly getting dark. At this time of the battle, Yan Liqiang and his team had already won a great victory. The cavalry brought by Yan Liqiang swept through the gathering area of ​​the Tuli tribe like wildfire. The battle had come to an end. In addition to the burning tent, the entire Tuli tribe was only those who were extremely frightened like rabbits and fleeing in all directions. Almost all the men who could fight in the Tuli tribe, who had not run away, had basically turned into corpses on the ground. Even the Shatu people in the Tuli tribe who survived this time could not establish any Tuli tribes according to the rules on the Gulang Grassland, but would be annexed by other tribes. It can be said that by this time, as a small tribe among the Seven Tribes of Shatu, the Tuli tribe had officially become history...

"Sir..." Tie Yunshan, covered in blood, rushed to Yan Liqiang with a team of guards, and reported in a deep voice, "The resistance of Tuli's troops is basically gone. Those who can escape have almost all escaped..."

Yan Liqiang nodded. He rode on the horse and looked at the northwest. That was the direction that the Shatu people who escaped from Tuli tribe chose to escape the most. He pointed there, "Are there other tribes of the Coyote tribe in that direction?"

"Yes, just about eighty miles away in that direction, there is a tribe of the coyote tribe, the Bakyi 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 was very good tonight, and the cloudless. At this time, the sky had just turned dark, and the stars and moons had already come out. Even in the middle of the night, under the weather and moonlight tonight, on the grassland, it was endless and could see very far. The army could move freely without torches. "That means that if someone escaped to the Bakyi tribe, and if he knew the news here and sent troops to aid, it was possible that reinforcements would arrive within two hours..."

"almost!"

"If you send the order, all the people will come back after 20 miles of pursuit, and you will not go deeper..."
Chapter completed!