Some cavalrymen were unable to react and flew forward in full force. The cavalry behind them was also accidentally and directly hit the horse in front, and suddenly became in chaos.

Hearing such a roar, Luo Yun next to Zi Chen heard a horror voice from his mouth: "The earth roars! I didn't expect the earth roars to be useful like this? But are these people all martial artists?"

The earth roared and roared with true energy. Although this is also the lowest level of yellow-level martial arts, it is also a martial arts after all. If it has not reached the level of a martial arts master, how can it use such martial arts?

"Impossible, this should be a secret technique of their Chihuo clan!" Zi Chen directly interrupted Luo Yun's speculation. If the more than a hundred people behind Chiguyev were really a martial artist, then even if there was no immortal master in charge that day, they would be enough to climb the walls of Xiliang City.

More than a hundred martial artists, even the lowest-level martial artists, once they unite, will be an extremely terrifying combat power.

Hearing Zi Chen's words, Luo Yun nodded. He didn't believe that the more than 100 people were all martial artists. If this was true, it would be terrible.

Gurota is worthy of being the bravest warrior of the Aguda tribe. Even though the Aguda tribe is a small tribe, their status has increased a lot after surrendering to the big prince. Faced with this sudden change, Gurota grabbed the reins and clamped the horse's back tightly, so that he did not let himself fall.

But when he suppressed the horse with all his might, he saw a figure rushing to him.

This person was nothing but Chiguyev. After a loud roar, Chiguyev stepped hard again and ran for two consecutive steps. The man had reached a distance less than five steps from the Gurota. Then he saw his hind legs pushing hard on the ground, and his whole body ejected.

When Gurota suppressed the panicked horse, Chiguyev's body jumped over the horse's head and hit his body.

Gurota felt a sense of shock in his heart, and suddenly felt a dullness in his chest. Before he could react, Chiguyev had already punched him in the head.

With a "bang", Gurota, who was not wearing a helmet, was hit by Chiguyev's punch and his brain broke. His body also flew backwards under such a collision, and the saber in his hand also fell off his hand.

Chiguyev grabbed the flying sabre, grabbed the reins with one hand, turned around, and sat firmly on the horse. Then he pulled the reins and turned the horse. The sabre in his hand slashed towards the nearest cavalry.

With a "swish", a shining sword light flashed, and then a head surged up into the sky, and a blood fountain gushed out. The warriors who were immediately behind had already turned over and kicked the headless cavalry off, got on his war horse, snatched his sabre, and turned around and rushed towards the cavalry with Chiguyev.

Thousands of meters away, Zi Chen, Luo Yun, and three thousand green-clothed iron cavalry, including those thousands of prisoners who were not the Chihuo tribe, all looked at all in amazement, especially Zi Chen. With his strong eyesight, his man witnessed the entire process of Chiguyev's horse-taking and killing. The instant burst of power, the smooth movements made in one go, and the decisive and keen intuition, all of this was perfect.

The warriors of the Red Fire clan are indeed worthy of being the most powerful warrior on the grassland. Their patriarch, Chiguyev, perfectly demonstrated all this.

Ask yourself, even if you rush forward like this without weapons, you can't do better than him.

In just a dazed moment, more than 100 guardians had already snatched the horses and weapons, and began to launch the most violent sprint against the already chaotic cavalry queue.

At this moment, Chiguyev was like a demon protecting his body. The war horse under his crotch trampled on the grass under his powerful riding skills and rushed towards the dense cavalry. The saber in his hand was like a deadly death scythe. Every time he waved, a head flew up, and every time he waved, a living life was gone.

The blood had already dyed his body red, but he continued to rush forward without realizing it. The warriors who seized the war horses followed him tightly with their powerful riding skills, like a sharp knife, stabbed into the hearts of the thousands of iron cavalry. The iron cavalry team, which seemed a little chaotic, was even more chaotic because of the roar.

Cavalry kept falling down, shattered by horse hooves, war horses kept falling down, and tripped the cavalry behind them. More and more cavalry fell down. Without unified command, these cavalry could only control their mounts by instinct, so as not to fall. At this time, the 4,000 warriors of the Red Fire clan led by Waguta and Wagu had also rushed to the battlefield. They rushed directly from the wings of the cavalry brigade, without loud slogans or dazzling battle flags. They joined the battlefield silently and pulled the cavalry off with their flesh and blood.

A Red Fire Warrior named Guman just became an adult this year. Seeing the cavalry holding a sabre not far away, Guman's eyes flashed with a resolute look, and rushed up happily without fear.

The cavalry obviously noticed the young man who was rushing towards him. The saber in his hand quickly slashed towards Guman. Guman turned his head and avoided the quick slash. However, although he avoided the vital points, the sharp slash still slashed on his shoulder. The blade broke through his shoulder bone and slashed in.

Guman felt a sharp pain on his shoulder. At this time, the cavalry was about to pull out his sabre, but Guman endured the severe pain and grabbed the blade. The sharp blade broke through his palm. Blood flowed out instantly, but he grabbed the blade tightly.

The cavalry was shocked. In just a moment, another warrior from the Red Fire clan had rushed forward and pulled the cavalry off. The cavalry fell to the sky, and the sabre in his hand also fell off. The warrior was about to pounce on him and kill him. Another cavalry had rushed over and slashed the Red Fire clan warrior with one knife.

Bright red blood splashed out, making Guman full of it. The dead warrior was nothing but his elder brother Guk.

"Ah..." An angry roar came out of his mouth. Guman pulled out the saber that had been chopped into his shoulder, grabbed the hilt, and slashed at the cavalry at full speed.

With a "swish...", Guman killed the cavalry with a knife, but was hit from behind by another cavalry again. Bright red blood flowed out, and the light in Guman's eyes suddenly shone. He knew that he would die without a doubt, turned around crazy and directly pounced the cavalry down!

The fight continued, blood stained the grassland red, horses neighed, weapons collided, screams, flesh and blood splattered, and various fighting sounds mixed together to form a music of death...
Chapter completed!