"What? Where did the large number of cavalry come from?"
The two asked questions at the same time, but the guard couldn't answer at all. He hesitated for a long time and couldn't explain why.
Zhu Cehua took the lead to walk out of the yurt, and then Chehua quickly followed.
As soon as they walked out, the two of them saw billowing smoke rising in the distance to the south of the tribe!
And as time goes by, the dust and smoke is getting closer and closer to the Mihayu tribe.
The ground also began to tremble slightly. As Huns, they knew very well what this meant!
This is a sign that a large number of cavalry are approaching!
"Where did the cavalry come from? The smoke and the trembling feeling are probably tens of thousands in number, right?"
The chief planner looked at the movement and guessed suspiciously.
Chehua thought for a while and then guessed: "Headman, I can only think of one person who can form such a large-scale cavalry force in the eastern grasslands!"
The two looked at each other and said at the same time: "King Zuoxian!"
But why did King Zuo Xian come to the barren grassland of Mihaeryu?
Just as the two of them were wondering, the cavalry troops billowing smoke in the distance finally came close enough to be able to see roughly.
At this time, many people in the tribe came out curiously to see what was going on. Even the leader's wife and children curiously walked out of the yurt and came outside, curiously looking at the cavalry who were gradually approaching in the distance. Team.
Thinking that it was the instigator of King Zuo Xian's troops, the two of them did not raise their guard, so when they finally saw clearly that the arriving troops were actually hanging a flag with a black background and gold embroidery, and a large Song Dynasty character written in the middle. Only then did they realize that it was not King Zuo Xian who was here!
But an enemy is coming!
As a medium-sized tribe, the Mihaeryu tribe naturally sent people to participate in the raids, so someone quickly recognized the meaning of the word on this flag!
cloud!
As a Xiongnu tribe living close to the Tatar grassland, they naturally knew that the Tatars had all surrendered to a king named Yun in the Song Dynasty.
They also saw with their own eyes how the bounty group rushed into the grassland to kill people and snatch slaves.
So at this moment, they all misunderstood!
"No! The Tatars are here again! They are coming to rob the Song slaves!"
"Ah? But all our Song slaves have been sold for lambs! Where are the Song slaves?"
"I heard that if this group of Tatar bounty people can't find Song slaves, they will cut off everyone's heads! Go back and get weapons and fight them!"
"Yes! Fight with them!"
"Damn Tatars, won't they go to the Central Plains to catch slaves? Why are they coming to rob us!"
In the excitement, some people immediately wanted to run back to get weapons and mount their horses, but it was too late!
When they realized that it was not King Zuoxian but the enemy, Zhu Cehua and Chehua reacted immediately, shouting for everyone to get their weapons and mount their horses to prepare for battle.
The entire Mihayu tribe was in chaos. People looking for weapons, looking for horses, and panicked crowds collided, trampled, and the children cried. Everything was out of order.
However, before Mihayyou could get ready, Huo Qubing, who was galloping from the opposite side, had already rushed in front of Mihayyou's tribe with a glance of his fine cavalry.
"Kill! Leave no one behind!"
Huo Qubing, who was at the forefront, rushed into the Mihailyu tribe first. With his spear in his hand, he swept away the Hun cavalry who had organized part of the army to block the entrance of the tribe and dismounted them all.
Then he hung the gun to the side of the horse, took out the Chaksi saber hanging from his waist with his right hand, and held the handle of the eagle beak behind his back, with the blade forward and the tip downward, so lightly as he was about to approach a fleeing Huns. A gentle stroke!
It's as smooth as slicing tofu!
A perfect reverse grip to kill!
So he wiped the neck of this Huns!
The Huns who were attacked by a reverse grip stretched out their hands to hold the back of their necks, but as soon as they raised their hands, they originally just wanted to spray on the back of their necks that were soaked with blood, like a suddenly broken water pipe. Sell out big stocks of bright red blood!
The whole person suddenly became stiff and fell to the ground!
With a perfect start, Huo Qubing stuck out his tongue and licked the corner of his mouth excitedly, his handsome face full of excitement!
With adrenaline soaring, he instantly fell into the pleasure of killing.
Next, the Chaksi saber in his hand was played with, and he quickly switched his forehand and backhand according to different situations. The Huns fell down one by one, with fountains of blood flowing out!
Behind him, a group of elite light cavalry also drew out the Chaksi sabers from their waists, transformed into skilled butchers, and slaughtered the fleeing Huns of the Mihayyu tribe one by one like slaughtering chickens and ducks. slaughter!
Screams mixed with wails!
The Huns never dreamed that one day they would end up in the same fate as the Song people who were massacred by them!
The Song cavalry was wreaking havoc on the tribe, and it was still an organized massacre!
As the cavalry passed by, no fish slipped through the net!
All that's left are bodies on the ground!
The silent black-robed cavalry are like the most efficient killing machines, harvesting lives crazily!
This is for the massacre!
Soon the Huns realized this, and some wanted to resist!
But they had no time to mount their horses, they were just like lambs. After the cavalry passed by, they became inconspicuous corpses on the ground like their previous compatriots!
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"Quick, quick, quick! Mount your horse! Assemble!"
At the rear of the tribe, Zhu Canghua and Chehua had already arrived at the rear of the tribe and organized their men to mount their horses as quickly as possible to form a formation.
However, there were only a few who could escape. When Huo Qubing and his men were about to kill them, they were able to organize a cavalry of less than a hundred people.
But at this moment, the chief planner suddenly saw a scene that made his eyes split open!
His youngest son, who was just ten years old, was sleeping in the yurt. He woke up and rubbed his eyes when he came out of the yurt, but he happened to appear in front of that group of unknown cavalry!
"Smoke Kara!"
The chief engineer Hua yelled and was about to ride over, but Chehua who was on the side quickly grabbed the reins.
"Headman! Don't go there! It's dangerous!"
Then the chief planner could only watch helplessly as his ten-year-old son Kakara was slashed across the neck by Huo Qubing who was passing by like he was crushing an ant!
In Huo Qubing's view, even the children of the Huns did not deserve mercy, because the Huns did not spare the children of the Song people when they invaded.
He was just repaying retaliation!
"Kakara! My Kakara! I want to avenge you! Song people! I want to kill you! I want to kill your whole family!"
At this time, the chief planner had clearly seen the faces of this group of people. They were not Tatars but Song people! All of them!
He was extremely angry!
But the next moment something happened that made him collapse even more!
His wife, who was running away with her eldest son, was about to be caught up by those Song people!
The opponent's knife has been raised, aimed at his eldest son's neck and about to be swung down!
"No!!!!"
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(End of chapter)
