"Woo~woo~"

The piercing horn sounded in the Matu tribe's camp, and one group after another the cavalry came out of the camp to form a dense formation on the vast grassland outside the camp.

More than 5,000 cavalrymen were almost the entire strength of the Matu tribe. Everyone in the grassland tribe was a soldier. Except for the old, weak, women and children, all the young and strong men of the tribe stayed here, determined to fight the Yan army.

All they wanted was to block the Yan soldiers here so that their parents, wives and children could have more hope of escaping. Before those people left, Tuller Flower had already told them to move to a remote place as much as possible

, don’t be found by the Yan people.

Tulaierhua firmly believes that this so-called Great Yan Dynasty will eventually be short-lived, and their descendants will definitely live a better life as long as they survive until that time.

Each of the more than 5,000 cavalrymen held scimitars, most of which were weapons made by themselves. Their clothing was not armor, but ordinary Hu uniforms.

In the Liangyan War last year, the Matu tribe sent out 500 people, but only a dozen came back. This is why he is unwilling to sacrifice his life for the Yan people again.

The white-haired Tulairhua wore the rare iron armor, which was passed down to him by his father before his death.

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The old man rode up to the front of the formation, looked at the distant horizon and murmured:

"I don't know what kind of soldiers and horses are coming~"

"Boom~"

As time passed slowly, the vast plain began to tremble slightly, and the yellow-armored cavalry, which was the same color as the sky, appeared in everyone's field of vision.

When a huge military flag fluttered, Tulaierhua, who had always been calm and calm, felt her heart tighten for no reason, and said softly:

"Shentu, it turns out to be Shentu Jingqi~"

Thousands of cavalry, all wearing armor, galloped wildly on the grassland. When they were about two hundred steps away from the opposite side, they suddenly stopped and stopped moving forward.

The military flag fluttering slowly in the wind revealed cold murderous intent.

A very familiar figure of the Liang Army soldiers jumped out of the cavalry formation and walked slowly.

Shentu Chenfeng, the leader of the army, arrived in person.

When Mu Yun Canglan decided to organize his army, each of the five Yan and Rong clans sent out 10,000 cavalry to patrol the grasslands to prevent unscrupulous people from jumping out to cause trouble.

This time the rebellion of the Matu tribe happened to hit Shen Tu Chenfeng's knife edge.

Shentu Chenfeng smiled lightly and looked to the opposite side. He waved his hand casually, and then a rider raised a military flag, rode out, and galloped to the front of the Matu tribe's formation.

Lai Qi shouted loudly in front of Tulai Hua: "The heavenly soldiers have arrived. Dismount your horses and descend early to avoid death. Otherwise, when the army is defeated, the entire clan will be killed!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the front row soldiers of the Matu tribe were all filled with anger, staring at the soldier like hungry wolves.

No one would ignore this naked provocation.

"laugh!"

The old Tulaihua instantly drew his sword and cut off his head with a clean cut, and the military flag slowly fell to the ground.

"Oh oh oh!"

"well!"

When Shentu's military flag fell to the ground, bursts of cheers erupted from the Matu formation. Everyone raised their scimitars and their faces turned red.

This move undoubtedly boosts morale.

Tulairhua slowly raised the bloody scimitar and shouted angrily: "Men, follow me to kill the enemy!"

"kill!"

The five thousand cavalrymen surged out without any hesitation or particular formation.

The number of Shentu Jingqi on the opposite side didn't seem to be large, and Tulaierhua thought about defeating them with a charge. As long as he could defeat Yan Rong's counter-rebellion army, more tribes would join his uprising.

Shentu Chenfeng had no expression on his face and just murmured softly: "I heard that the Matu people are extremely brave. When I saw them today, they really lived up to their reputation."

Facing Shentu Jingqi, they actually dared to take the lead in charging. Even though Shentu Chenfeng only brought 3,000 people, they were still very intimidating. Shentu Jingqi had not encountered such a provocation for a long time.

Shentu Chenfeng gently raised the spear in his hand, without any words, pulled the reins and began to gallop forward.

Three thousand cavalry formed a neat six-line front line, lined up, and charged forward.

The six front lines are like a surging river, running endlessly.

The rumble of horse hooves shook the ground, and the cavalry front lines on both sides were approaching rapidly. All the soldiers had already clenched their weapons, waiting for a strike.

Compared with the orderly behavior of the Shentu Jingqi, the Matu tribe seemed a bit chaotic, with shouts and shouts coming and going in a majestic manner.

When there were only a dozen steps left between the two armies, Shentu Jingqi suddenly accelerated, and at the same time a roar resounded through the sky:

"kill!"

At this moment, Tulairhua's eyes finally showed a hint of uneasiness.

…

In the evening, the battlefield had completely calmed down. Lying on the ground were almost all the corpses of Matu men, and those who were not dead were struggling in a pool of blood. What was waiting for them was just a knife from the Shentu cavalry.

Thousands of cavalrymen were wiped out.

Shentu's fighting power is so terrifying.

Shentu Chenfeng sat on a big stone at the entrance of the camp, casually wiping the bloody scimitar. In the battle just now, he killed eight enemy soldiers with one blow, and there were not many of them on this grassland.

It allows Shentu Chenfeng to drive away fearful enemies.

"Kneel down!"

"thump!"

Several soldiers escorted Tulaierhua over, held his head tightly and knelt in front of Shentu Chenfeng.

This old man who was over sixty years old was covered in blood, and even the white hair on his temples was dyed red, but his eyes had lost their luster. All five thousand good men of his Matu tribe were wiped out on the battlefield.

He saw with his own eyes that his three sons died in battle one by one, right in front of him.

Shentu Chenfeng raised his eyes and looked at the old patriarch and said softly: "Why rebel?"

Tulaierhua raised her head high and sneered: "I just don't want to become a victim of your Yanrong clan!"

"Don't want to become a victim?"

Shentu Chenfeng stood up slowly, pointed at the battlefield in front of him with his knife, and asked casually: "Then this is what you want?"

"It's worth dying to defend your homeland!" Tulaierhua said through gritted teeth: "I only regret that my power is meager and I can't save the race from danger!"

Shentu Chenfeng looked down at the old man who never showed weakness, and waved gently.

Several soldiers immediately carried the three corpses, all covered in blood. His eldest son Tuqing's face had been trampled by war horses and his face was so bloody that he was unrecognizable.

"Let you take one last look at them~" Shentu Chenfeng said coldly.

"My son, my son~"

Tulairhua, who has always been as strong as iron, was trembling all over. She reached out her hand to touch her son's face, but she didn't know where to start.

The old right hand, full of blood, just hung in the air, trembling constantly, and a teardrop slowly rolled down the old man's cheek.

"laugh!"

A scimitar suddenly slipped down, and Tulairhua lay straight on her son's body.

Shen Tuchen took two steps forward without looking back, scanned the bloody battlefield, and shouted coldly:
Chapter completed!