Five days later, in the evening, the depths of the ancient prairie more than 200 miles west of Yulong Mountain...

Yan Liqiang lay in the grass above a half-man's height, squinted his eyes and looked at a camp in Shatuqibu, more than ten miles away in the distance.

Just under the setting sun, the camp tents were covered with a layer of golden light. From a distance, they looked like golden steamed buns thrown on the grassland. There was a faint smoke from the chimneys of many tents. It was the smoke of the smoke of Shatu people using cow dung to burn fire in the tent to cook forever. The smoke of cow dung was very light, not as thick as the smoke of wolf dung. The distance was a little farther away. If you were not careful, you would not be able to see it at all.

This is a camp with five or six hundred tents, with a population of about two or three thousand. Judging from the flags hanging in that camp, this camp should be a branch of a small tribe under the Uli tribe.

Under Yan Liqiang's gaze, the atmosphere in the camp seemed a little strange. Inside the camp, there could be seen women and children walking around, but outside the camp, there were no less than three cavalrymen of Shatu people patrolling around the camp. It seemed very nervous, and there was a feeling of being full of soldiers. Looking closely, even if women and children could be seen in the camp, the women were walking back and forth in the tent with dinner in their hands, and when they walked back and forth with the things to make dinner in their hands, they didn't have the feeling of leisure. At this time, they rarely saw those children playing. A few children just ran a little further away from the camp, and soon there would be adults shouting at them in the camp, asking them to return to the camp...

Yan Liqiang's killing of Hu completely changed the survival rules on the Gulang Grassland. In just over a month, Shatu people's heads were cut off every day. Such a small tribe probably felt the biting chill and the huge pressure brought by survival, and everything became cautious and cautious.

Since Yan Liqiang and his friends discovered this small tribe two days ago, this small tribe has been migrating every day and walking further west. It is just because there are many tribes and many things, and they migrate slowly. Several ox carts are trapped in the mud, or encountering wolves swaying on grass carp in the wild, which may cause the entire tribe to pause for several hours, so they can only walk fifty or sixty miles a day. However, this small tribe does not know that they have been targeted by Yan Liqiang and others.

Yan Liqiang and his team went out of seclusion five days ago. When they came out of seclusion five days ago, there were two roads in front of Yan Liqiang and his team. These two roads were also the paths that most of the gossips who entered the Gulang Grassland would choose. One of them was to enter Baishi Pass and go deep into the Gulang Grassland along the edge of Qiyun Mountain. There was another option, to go deep along the edge of Yulong Mountain. These two roads, one east and one west, were completely different directions. If you walked on the other side of Qiyun Mountain, the greatest possibility of encountering is the Black Capricorn people, and if you walked on the other side of Yulong Mountain, the greatest possibility of encountering is the people of Shatu Seventh Tribe.

Qiyun Mountain and Yulong Mountain are like the arms of two giants, holding the Gulang Grassland in their arms. From the edge of the two mountains, they can avoid hitting the siege of the Black Capricorn or the Seventh Shatu Division. This is also the experience of countless rangers entering the Gulang Grassland. If they really encounter the Black Capricorn or the Seventh Shatu Division, then as long as they drill into the mountains, the Shatu and the Seventh Shatu Division will be useless, so these two mountains have become the support for the Rangers to enter the Gulang Grassland.

Yan Liqiang and his team chose to take the Yulong Mountain path.

Before entering the Gulang Grassland, they thought they would soon encounter people from Shatu Seventh tribes after entering, but after entering, they found that the people from Shatu Seventh tribes had long been killed. With the deepening of various forces and rangers in the Han Empire, especially the tribes and mountain people in Yulong Mountain, the continuous attacks and harassment of the Shatu people tribes that had previously been stationed on the grassland near Yulong Mountain, many small tribes had been destroyed, and the large tribes also suffered different losses. All the people from Shatu Seventh tribes had already become frightened birds at this time and began to migrate continuously to avoid the forces of the Han Empire entering the Gulang Grassland.

On the side of the Yulong Mountain Gulang Grassland, in just over a month, Qi Yun’s Supervisor’s Mansion did not send a soldier or a soldier, forming a corridor of hundreds of kilometers long and filled with rangers and countless headhunting armed forces. In this corridor, as long as there are troops from the Seventh Shatu tribes appear, they will basically be back and forth, and they will be completely here to send their heads.

The same corridor also appeared on the side of Qiyun Mountain near the Gulang Grassland. These two corridors are expanding almost every day as the power of the Han Empire poured into the Gulang Grassland continues to increase.

Yan Liqiang and his group walked in the Han corridor on the side of Yulong Mountain for three days. Goose Xia'er and the militia armed forces met a lot, but they didn't even get a shred of hair from Shatu people. Finally, everyone discussed and took the courage to go deeper westward. Then they suddenly encountered this small tribe under the Wuli tribe.

Although the tribe in front of him is small, it is still a huge monster for the team composed of Yan Liqiang and the six rangers.

I don’t know if this small tribe suffered a loss and lost its manpower. Since they were targeted by Yan Liqiang and others, Yan Liqiang and others found that the people in this tribe were extremely cautious in their actions. Even if the patrol team was at least fifty people, there were still people in the team carrying arrows. Whenever there was any movement or the arrow was released, the entire tribe was alarmed.

Yan Liqiang and the others could not swallow so many people in one bite, but they were unwilling to just watch the big fat meat from tens of thousands of acres of pasture farms fly away from their mouths. They could only carefully follow the small tribe, and have been following for two consecutive days, looking for an opportunity to take action.

This scene made Yan Liqiang think of the wild wolves hunting on the African grasslands staring at the migrating bison cattle. Their six rangers were the wild wolves with green eyes.

If Yan Liqiang did not suppress his strength, such a small tribe of two or three thousand people, he could rush in and kill him even if he could enjoy it. However, in front of him, Yan Liqiang could only constantly suppress his impulse to fight and fight, and calm himself down. At the same time, he kept reminding himself that he was a martial artist now and he had to use the ability of a martial artist to solve this problem.

A burst of clamoring came from the grass behind him. Yan Liqiang didn't have to look back to know who was coming.

Sure enough, more than ten seconds later, Mao Taishun's head with a Dali-like upturned beard crawled out of the grass behind Yan Liqiang.

Mao Taishun was wearing a hat woven with straw on his head and a layer of anti-mosquito ointment on his face, making it colorful and look a bit funny. Of course, Yan Liqiang himself looked like this. Such a dress was not Yan Liqiang's idea, but wanted everyone to pretend to be a special forces soldier with him. But after entering Gulang, all the rangers looked like this. This was the survival and fighting skills summarized by the rangers themselves.

Although this place is still far from the Shatu people's camp, Mao Taishun's voice still showed a sense of caution, "Brother Wang, Jia Lang just heard a piece of news. Brother Zuo asked us to go over and discuss something important..."

"Okay..." Yan Liqiang nodded, but did not get up. Instead, he turned around in the grass, crawled, followed Mao Taishun all the way to the back of the earthblock, and came to the place where he met.

When Yan Liqiang came, several other people crawled over from different directions, half-squatted on the ground, and met here.

"Jia Lang, what news did you just hear? Tell everyone..." Zuo Yuquan said in a low voice.

"I just heard the Shatu people on patrol say that this small tribe may meet with another small tribe tomorrow. After this rendezvous, their number may exceed 5,000..." Jia Lang licked his lips and said in a low voice.

Yan Liqiang did not doubt Jia Lang's words because Jia Lang understood Sha Tu's words. Just now, just under his nose, Jia Lang was passing through a small river not far away and lurking in the grass on the road more than two thousand meters away from the outside of the camp. When the patrolling Sha Tu people and cavalry passed by, the distance between the two sides was only more than ten meters. Yan Liqiang himself was worried about Jia Lang...

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