Because the escaped cavalry exaggerated the number of Qiang people, the Fantasy Moon King decided to send 4,000 cavalry to Leerluo. The 4,000 fierce Hun cavalry was not at all suspense against the five or six thousand Qiang people.+ However, he only gave Leerluo a two-day deadline, and he would come back within two days no matter what.

I suspect that the plan of the army cannot be delayed for too long. If the 20,000 Donghu people in Wuwei City find that they only have 4,000 people, they may immediately rush out of the city and attack.

Leerluo set out in the afterglow of the sunset with four thousand men. Since the Huns had been besieging the city for a month and a half, the nearby grasslands could not stand grazing. The grazing team led by Gulihan walked a long way, thirty or forty miles away from the camp. No wonder Tudou and Leran chose their team as the target of the attack.

When they arrived at the scene, it was already dark. Apart from the torn corpse, Learlow had no gains.

"Light a torch and search in the footsteps of cattle and sheep."

Learluo didn't have much time, so the Fantasy Moon King only gave him two days. The time was up, and even if he didn't give orders, the other Qianqi would take his subordinates away.

The traces of seven or eight thousand cattle and sheep passing by are not ordinary. The traces of the Huns who lived on the grassland all year round were easily found.

After identifying the direction, they headed towards the south where the Qiang people were. It seemed that they wanted to take the spoils home. Learau's teeth creaked and followed the trails like four thousand iron cavalry.

The incident happened in the morning, and it was already night when Learluo arrived. There was more than four hours apart, but Learluo believed that the people riding horses would always leave faster than those who drove cattle and sheep. It would be a matter of time to catch up with them.

Some of the Huns who had chased after them all night were trapped, but their footprints became fresher and fresher. Finally, when the fish belly turned white in the east, the damn Qiang people came out of their sight.

The scenery of this place is quite beautiful. On the left is a rippling lake. There are continuous wetlands by the lake, and there are not water birds like swans and geese that jump from the wetlands. The birds are very nice, but Learlow knows that it is the dead land of cavalry, because the wetlands are full of traps. Whether it is a man or a horse, there is a danger of falling into the mud at any time.

On the right is a large forest, with moist air and abundant water nourishing the forest. When the breeze blows, the branches collided and crackling. The Huns were not familiar with the forest, and they had an instinctive fear of these towering trees.

There is a three or four-mile-long opening and falling land between the forest and the lake. Before passing this place is an endless grassland.

Learluo waved his whip excitedly, "Brothers, our enemies are right in front. Let us rush up and kill these damn Qiang people to avenge the dead brothers and take back our cattle and sheep."

After saying that, Leerluo took the lead and rushed forward. It didn't take much fancy to deal with these primitive Qiang people. One charge could drive these girls into pieces. When did the Qiang people be the opponent of the Great Huns warriors?

The chaotic sound of horse hooves shattered the tranquility of the morning. The birds in the wetland flew into the sky. Strangely, there was no movement in the forest.

The excitement filled the brains of Leerluo did not notice anything strange at all. The Hun cavalry in the charge also did not notice. The Hun cavalry shouted, waving the weapons in their hands to rush towards the Qiang people marching on the grassland.

The abominable Qiang people were still walking slowly, as if they were not taking them seriously at all. This even more angered these Hun men. The honor of the Great Hun warriors should not be despised like this. We must kill these Qiang people who dared to despise themselves.

The speed of the war horse was urged to the extreme, and the angry Huns decided to rush forward and give the Qiang people a heavy blow.

Because they wanted to avoid the terrible swamp, the cavalry were very close to the forest. After all, the forest would not fall into war horses, and the Huns were more taboo to swamps than the woods.

The problem is that they were too close to the exam, and they were only more than a hundred steps away.

A muffled thunder suddenly exploded in the sky. Learlow felt a little strange about how there would be thunder in this season. And the sky was very clear, and the fiery sun on the east horizon had already poked out a little head. The clouds all over the sky were dyed golden, so how could it thunder?

Even when Learlow was still puzzled, the first wave of arrows had already poured into the woods. The sound of sharp feather arrows piercing through the cowhide robes one after another. Countless Hun knights and war horses were caught in arrows.

The war horses caught in the arrow jumped and jumped, and the knights were knocked down. Then the horse's hooves that were speeding past took them into meat paste.

The charge formation suddenly became chaotic, and Lear's pupils shrank as small as a needle nose. The Qiang people did not have bows and arrows, and they did not have the skills. So who ambushed them? Donghu people, or Han people?

Learlow's heart kept falling, but he did not slow down the horse speed. The high-speed moving horse was not easy to be shot, not to mention that he was the charge arrow, and once he stopped, he would be stepped into meat paste by the horse team behind him.

Now he only has one road to go, and even if there is a sea of ​​swords and fires ahead, he can only rush forward. He regrets rushing in front, and doesn't even have a chance to turn around.

It was obvious that all the fire arrows were shot out in the woods, because the speed of fire was very fast. Before the Huns had adjusted, the second wave of arrow rain had already been shot. Then there was the third wave and the fourth wave. The Huns hurriedly leaned the team to the side of the swamp and opened the distance to avoid the attack of the bow and arrow.

Soon they escaped the range of the bow and arrow. Learrow estimated that 80% of the people who ambushed them were Han people. Because the Han people's bows were very soft, they could only shoot more than 200 steps.

How could the damn Han people get along with the Qiang people? Leerluo stared at the Qiang people who were only one or two miles away. These women actually stood up, watching their team being attacked by the Han people as if they were watching a show. Damn Qiang people, I will kill you all if I don’t chase after you.

Hey, what are those shiny things on the ground?

The fiery red sun had already poked out half of its head. Learlow was surprised to find that there was a shiny thing on the ground in front of him. It stretched a mile away, and just before these shiny things, countless holes appeared in the pits on the grassland.

It’s like the holes that moles take out in the grassland when rats are most rampant. The dense crowds look very uncomfortable.

Learlu suddenly felt that he had flew up, he didn't feel wrong, and he really flew up. The flying feeling was very good, and the cool wind blew across his cheeks. The extreme speed made people a little dazzled, but the time was a little short.

The soil in the grassland in May is still soft, and Learrow is not as unlucky as his compatriots who meet traps in winter. In winter, if they fly off the horse like this, they will not be able to take care of themselves if they don’t fall to death. Learrow just rolled a few times on the ground, shook his dizzy head and spit out the soil that was gnawed in from his mouth.

Learluo tried hard to get up, but every joint seemed to hurt.

There were constant sounds of heavy objects falling to the ground beside him, and he knew that this was his brothers who had stepped on the trap like him.

I don’t know who invented this damn method. The horse’s hooves would be ruthlessly broken when they stepped into the pit. Now there was a war horse with broken legs lying beside the horse of Learlow. The poor guy actually broke his legs and wanted to stand up. I’m afraid it would never stand up in his life.

"Not good." Lear reacted in a flash. The huge inertia made the team behind him unable to stop at all. Then he... would be stepped into meat paste like those who were dismissed.

Learrow didn't care about the pain, and rushed up like a rabbit and rushed towards the swamp.

He was not wrong, the huge inertia made the charge team unable to stop. Leer, who ran into the swamp, saw the Hun cavalry falling one by one, and then was stepped on by his companions who rushed up from behind.

In just a moment, the ground was covered with a layer of Huns. Leerluo could not believe his eyes. Simply digging some holes on the ground could cause such a large casualty. He felt that it was incomprehensible and incredible.

The people behind were finally stopped, but the four thousand people had lost one-third of them. (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!