Chapter 254: The Blood at the Source of the Harutu River (2)
"What's going on?!" Alechu, who was driving beside Na Yexian with a smile, heard the faint sound of horns coming from the distance, couldn't help but change his face, and spoke to the subordinate next to him.
He drank and asked.
"General, I'm going to investigate right now." The subordinate paused and led dozens of horsemen to gallop towards the direction where the horn came from.
The generals and leaders of various tribes who gathered around Yexian also looked around with doubts on their faces. Seeing the nervous look on those people's faces, Yexian waved his hands indifferently. "Alechu, you
You are too cautious. My dear friends, don’t worry. This is clearly the horn sound of the Junggar tribe. I think it must be Ala. Yesterday, I asked someone to come and hunt. I said that something happened in the tribe. Today I will definitely
Will rush to meet me."
After hearing this, Alechu felt a little relieved, but the expression on his face still looked very solemn. "Khan, I always feel that something is wrong. A'la is coming to hunt. I know that you are driving Dahan.
Why do you here blow the trumpet?"
Hearing Alechu's words, Ye Xian couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, but he still shook his head indifferently. "Maybe that old guy is confused, haha... huh?" Ye Xian's laughter didn't stop, and he
I saw the originally fine ripples in the puddle not far in front of me gradually became like a boiling cauldron, and began to show signs of churning. Seeing this scene, Ye Xian's face couldn't help but change drastically.
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"Blow the trumpet, let the children gather together, sweat profusely, we can't stay here for long." Alechu, who also saw the strange puddle, couldn't help but shouted loudly. Looking at the waves on the water, how could it be Alechu?
When Lai came to hunt with a small force, it was clearly a tremor caused by at least tens of thousands of cavalry running wildly.
"Ala, you old dog! You actually want to harm me!" Ye Xian's face looked extraordinarily pale against the backdrop of the golden armor. After roaring a few words viciously, he followed the two thousand people who had been standing there.
The guards who loyally guarded him turned around and ran towards the direction they came from, and the urgent sound of the horn finally sounded...
The tribal generals and leaders who were trapped in it could not help but turn pale. Surrounded by their own guards, they vigorously raised their whips and rushed towards the way they came from with the flow of people.
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The elites of the Choros tribe who were already scattered around had not yet fully awakened. Some of them were even hesitantly reining in their horses and looking around, as if they did not believe the meaning of the horn sound they heard. But soon, that
The torrent of cavalry appearing on the distant horizon finally made them wake up, with expressions of panic and anger, doubt and nervousness intertwined together.
Thousands of Lord's knights held their sharp scimitars high, vigorously urging their mounts, roaring excitedly and arrogantly, and fiercely charged at their former comrades and today's sworn enemies.
Those Troos cavalry who had accompanied them for hunting were naturally carefully selected elites. After experiencing the initial panic and bewilderment, they quickly regained their senses. Ten cavalry and dozens of cavalry gathered together.
They gathered together. Seeing that the opponent's attack was too fast and fierce and unable to escape, they also drew the scimitars at their waists, roared, and faced him.
But without exception, they were swallowed up by the torrent of cavalry that was even more terrifying than the raging flood peak. Even a team of more than a hundred Troos cavalry could only almost cover up the prairie.
In front of the earthy yellow torrent, a small wave rose up, and after a moment, it was swallowed up completely.
When the unstoppable torrent roared past, what was left behind were only the stumps and broken arms trampled by iron hoofs that were indistinguishable, and the green fields that were also trampled and ravaged beyond recognition by iron hoofs.
"Hurry up, hurry up!" A'la galloped at the front, waving the blood-stained scimitar in his hand. His old face looked extremely ferocious at the moment, and the wounds of the enemies he killed gushed out.
When he came out, there was blood on his cheek. He didn't even have time to wipe it. He just hoped to be faster and catch up with the one who was trying to escape from the ambush circle. His roar was heard in just a moment.
Being drowned out by the thunderous sound of hooves.
Looking down from a very high place, on the lush green field, there are a handful of small black dots moving towards the northeast. Directly north, southeast, and southwest of the small black dots, tens of thousands of small black dots are moving.
The yellow torrent of the plan was quickly and quickly surrounding the little black dot, like the ferocious fangs of a ferocious beast biting viciously at the prey's weak neck.
Those crazy Lord's cavalrymen let out unpleasant roars, waved the scimitars in their hands, and tried their best to kill on the spot all the guards who tried to block their way forward, even that guard
No matter how agile you are, no matter how sophisticated your riding skills are, your personal bravery is of no use in the face of a torrent of tens of thousands of cavalry.
Even if he can bravely kill one or two oncoming opponents, he will soon be struck by more scimitars, strangled, and finally knocked off his horse and trampled to death by countless ruthless iron hooves.
Blood mud.
"Ala, you old mad dog, you dare to attack me. If I had known, I should have wiped out your entire clan!" He held on to the golden helmet on his head that had flown to someone unknown.
The other hand was waving the reins vigorously, urging the beloved horse to run faster. His pale face looked so hasty, and the thunderous sound of hoofs would always ring in his ears.
, the roars of the Lord Erqing's cavalry, and the miserable and desperate short howls of his own Guards cavalry, were all like sharp knives piercing into Na Yexian's heart.
The buttocks of his favorite horse were already stained with blood, but Ye Xian continued to beat him without mercy at this moment, trying to squeeze out the last bit of horsepower so that he could escape from the gradually closing ambush circle.
As for the leaders and generals of the various tribes, they are also fleeing crazily at this moment, but in their hearts, in addition to cursing the damn Ara and these Lord Erqing cavalry, they are also full of boundless resentment towards that person. If
If this damn guy didn't insist on dragging them here for this hunt, they might be lying on the beautiful and sexy slave girl's thighs right now, enjoying the wine and the crispy and fragrant grilled lamb chops.
What's more, from the moment those people raised their flags, everyone understood that the contradictions and conflicts that had been hidden in the Junggar tribe finally broke out.
Although they wanted to raise their arms and tell the soldiers who were chasing them that they were not in the same group and wanted to kill him first, it was a pity that they were surrounded by people on their left and right.
They are all Ye Xian guards. I am afraid that before their roar reaches the ears of Lord Erqing's cavalry, they will fall under the sword of those cruel Ye Xian guards.
At the same moment, the Junggar cavalry, with a frightened look, rushed to the large tent belonging to the Grand Governor, King Sekan, next to the court of Nawasi...
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: I’m really not good at writing about war. Guys, I’ve worked really hard. I will work harder tomorrow and try to write better.ro!.
