In the sunset, the warriors of the Seventh Shatu tribes rode rhino-dragon horses toward Yan Liqiang and their army were full of tragic colors. Those people were still three hundred meters away, covered by arrows, screaming one by one, like wheat harvested by a sickle, falling down one by one.

There were countless vultures hovering in the sky, and those vultures were attracted by the smell of blood on the ground.

Countless Shatu people fell down. In the densest place of the fallen crowd, the blood donation flowed on the ground along the grass slope towards the low lake surface. In just a while, the hundreds of acres of lake surface were cleared and finally, but at this moment, it was completely stained with blood donation, 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 it started from the lakeside and slowly spread out...

Yan Liqiang led more than 10,000 archers and cavalrymen, like a sharp knife, and directly cut open the torso of Shatu Seventh Division. Suddenly, flesh and blood flew everywhere, screaming in the sky. Along the way, no one could stop Yan Liqiang from leading the army's iron hooves.

If the 40,000 Shatu cavalry of yesterday was still organized, when we came here 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 approaching twenty miles away from Xingxing Lake, more than 30,000 formations were in chaos. The colorful sand-dressed cavalry screamed strangely, waved various weapons in their hands, and rushed towards Yan Liqiang and their archers from the direction of Xingxing Lake.

These Shatu people were even more in a hurry than the Shatu people I met yesterday. The 40,000 people yesterday were somewhat prepared. But today's these seemed to be temporarily collected, not even a unified leader, but were in a mess. Under the leadership of more than a dozen leaders, the Shatu people who wanted to fight Yan Liqiang and their army, they were like gamblers who were red-eyed and wanted to make a comeback, and they were already desperate.

Just waiting for them, the deadly arrows fell like dense raindrops. They were charging forward in the rain of arrows with thousands of arrows. At this moment, they showed unprecedented bravery, and no one retreated. From thousands of meters away, the shouters waved their weapons and rushed towards Yan Liqiang's towering flag, leading the army, until the last Shatu warrior in the team fell down like a hedgehog, and they rushed to the front one... The distance from Yan Liqiang was still two hundred meters away.

Under the dense and precise long-range firepower, this traditional cavalry charge had no meaning except for the archers and cavalry warriors who had volleyed several times and each consumed a few cheap arrows. The change in this way of war was obviously something that the Shatu people could not adapt to. On this vast grassland, there was no city wall, no barrier, and even no unnecessary tools of war. Apart from rushing over and fighting to the death, they had no way. At that moment, for the Shatu people, perhaps there was only a simple thought in their hearts--the Han people rushing towards them were enemies, and behind them were their homes and relatives.

Iron hooves stepped on their bodies and donated blood and rushed into Xingxing Lake. After breaking through the last line of defense of the seven sand corpses, what was finally presented to Yan Liqiang were the various tents and tents in less than 100 square kilometers in the core gathering area of ​​Xingxing Lake...

These days, because of the killing of Hu Ling, the people of the Shatu Seventh Tribe gathered here were scared by the rangers and militias of the Han Empire. In order to survive, the rangers did not give them the opportunity to take advantage of them. Therefore, the gathering areas of the Shatu Seventh Tribe gathered here were very close, and the living density was very high. From a distance, you can probably see that the tents and gathering areas were vaguely divided into seven pieces.

Countless Shatu people were running in panic and screaming in shock at their gathering place. Some of them were already riding on horses and were already running for their lives. The entire Shatu seven tribes were already in chaos at this time, just like the end of the world, the Shatu people gathered here did not expect that Yan Liqiang and the others had already reached Xingxing Lake today.

Looking at the scene in the distance, Yan Liqiang asked Caiyun to chase the moon to stop, and the entire army also stopped with Yan Liqiang's stop.

Yan Liqiang looked at the panic scene of Shatu Qi tribe in front of him calmly, his heart was calm. After more than ten seconds, he raised the bow of the battle in his hand, and the thunder bloomed in his mouth, roaring out a word, "Kill!", and then he was the first to rush towards the Shatu people's gathering area. Tens of thousands of soldiers from Qiyun County behind him shouted "Kill", which shocked the sky and the earth, and rushed over with Yan Liqiang.

Yan Liqiang led an army of 30,000 from the east of Xingxing Lake and pushed forward all the way. He saw along the way and could never encounter organized resistance that could exceed 500 people. Before the Shatu people rushed over, the arrows of the archers and cavalrymen had already covered their place. Even if a few people were lucky enough to rush within a hundred meters of the army, what was waiting for them was the crossbows of other cavalrymen in the Dragon Tooth Army. If they could approach, they would face the spears stabbed by countless lancers.

The nearly 100,000 Rangers and militia teams who followed the arrival of the army could not bear it. They had already avoided the advancement of Yan Liqiang and their army from the northwest and southwest directions, and completely surrounded the gathering place of the entire Shatu Seventh tribe. Many Rangers and militia people saw that Shatu people had already run away, so they turned around to chase the escaped Shatu people. More Rangers and militia swept through the gathering area of ​​Shatu Seventh tribe like a flood. They followed Yan Liqiang's army to Xingxing Lake. At this moment, the heads of the Shatu people were credit, grassland and wealth, so everyone fought for the first place.

The martial arts and militia who dared to come to the Gulang Grassland were above the level of martial arts, especially those who were about three or four, at least one person was a samurai or had a samurai or above. Most of the samurai carried bows or carried weapons such as crossbows, and hidden weapons such as darts were the favorites of the samurai. The elites of the Seven Shatu tribes were all lost, and how could the remaining people resist such a large army?
Chapter completed!