Zhang Long led the Han cavalry to attack the Scythian Huns ahead. At this time, the Scythian grassland was still in the midst of a war. A large number of herdsmen were driven into the mountains and forests, or moved to the riverside to avoid being invaded. Involved in the whirlpool of war, there are still many tribes that cannot hide, trembling, waiting for their fate to come, and among those exiled tribes are the tribes of the Huns.
"Have you heard? Several big cities have fallen recently."
A group of Scythian soldiers wearing leather armor with bows and arrows on their backs passed by, and one of the young men whispered.
Another older man next to him said: "You know, it is said that this failure was mainly due to the involvement of an Eastern empire called Parthia. They not only occupied many big cities, but also killed all our people."
The young man was surprised: "What? The Parthian Empire? How is that possible? Have the Parthians really opened up the Western Region?"
The old man next to him shook his head and said: "It doesn't look like it to me. If so, they should continue to expand northward. Moreover, the Western Region is already the territory of our great Huns. It is impossible for them to cross us and occupy the Western Region."
The young man nodded and said, "That's true. Although I have never left the Scythian grasslands, I heard that the journey to the Western Regions is very long. Even a carriage would take half a month or even a month to reach the Western Regions. Even with this distance, The cavalry will also take three to five months, and I don’t think there is any way for the Parthians to open up the entire Western Region trade route in such a short period of time, unless..."
"Unless what?"
"Unless they master the legendary devil that can fly into the sky and escape from the earth, they can reach the Western Regions in a very short time. But it is said that this only exists in ancient Greek mythology. No one now believes that there is a devil in this world. ”
"You are talking about those rangers. Those people are indeed very powerful. They can fly in the sky, but I think there should be no such characters in the Parthian Empire. I once followed the elders of the tribe to visit the villages of the Parthians. The people in those villages The houses are even cruder than those in our tribe and are not suitable for living in at all, let alone the roofs with flying eaves and walls."
The old man sighed and said: "Well, the population of our tribe is too small, so we were driven here to graze. If I could return to Scythia, I would rather be a leader of a small tribe than stay here. "
The young man smiled and said: "Don't worry, this world will belong to us sooner or later. As long as we can defeat those barbarians, then we can seize more land and population."
"I hope so. I just hope that the children of our tribe can survive in peace."
"Don't worry about this. We, the Xiongnu, are the most powerful tribe, and they are nothing like a mere slut."
Just as the two people were talking about this matter, suddenly several men in black appeared in a certain tribe in Scythia.
This group of men in black, with long swords in their hands and cold eyes in their eyes, rushed directly into Scythia's tribe.
Of course, the warriors in this tribe also reacted very quickly and quickly gathered to prepare to face the enemy.
However, these men in black obviously didn't give them a chance to prepare. When they appeared, the long swords in their hands had already slashed through them, and blood spattered everywhere, followed by howls.
"Kill"
These men in black were obviously well trained. While killing these Scythian warriors, they also dragged away the corpses and threw them into the nearby woods.
"Who are these people? How dare they attack our tribe?" A young warrior from Scythia asked angrily.
This warrior is called Harbala, a powerful member of the Scythian tribe. He has lived on this grassland for more than two hundred years and has always relied on hunting to make a living. His grandfather once followed the Scythian dynasty in conquests. After conquering the Persian Empire, although they failed in the end, they also made great military exploits.
Harbala's father was also a brave warrior in the tribe, but unfortunately he was shot to death by the barbarians in the desert. Harbala's mother was robbed by the barbarians and sold to the Xiongnu Chanyu at that time.
"I don't know, but I always feel that the clothes of these people seem a bit strange. They don't seem like us Scythians, but more like..."
Another warrior suddenly remembered something, and then shouted in horror: "I remembered, they are barbarians! They actually sneaked over."
"What, the barbarians sneaked into our Scythian grassland?" Halbala exclaimed.
At this time, an old man tremblingly ran over and said: "Quick, go and invite the clan leader. These barbarians must have bad intentions. Go quickly."
Halbala agreed and hurried out, and not long after, a tall figure appeared in front of everyone.
"Chief, you are finally here. Hurry, go and gather all the tribesmen. These barbarians have broken into our tribe in Scythia. Go, they must want to slaughter our tribe."
The patriarch was an old man with a white beard. After hearing Harbala's words, his expression suddenly changed.
He had just learned that the Scythian grassland had been attacked. He did not expect that another group of barbarians would appear now. What exactly did this group of barbarians want to do? Could it be that they also wanted to invade our Scythian grassland?
Thinking of this, the old man's face suddenly turned gloomy. Their Scythian tribe was the first tribe to surrender to the Huns, and they were also loyal guards of the Xiliang cavalry. Moreover, their tribe had a huge power on the grassland, so among the Scythian tribes With absolute authority, now a group of people suddenly appeared and wanted to get involved in their tribe. This was something the old patriarch could not bear.
"You guys come with me. I want to see what these barbarians are capable of running wild on our Scythian grasslands. If they are wise, hand over their cattle and sheep and we will spare them. Otherwise, don't blame us for being rude." "
After the old patriarch finished speaking, he led hundreds of warriors and rushed towards the men in black. The swords in their hands shone with a cold light, showing their extraordinary fighting power.
However, the men in black didn't seem to be afraid of the Scythian warriors at all. They used the sharp blades in their hands to cut off the weapons of the Scythian warriors, and then slashed them along the necks of the Scythian warriors, and blood spurted out. , these men in black seemed to turn into a flood, raging on this grassland.
Although the warriors of the Scythian tribe were fierce and cruel, they had not learned any moves after all, and the martial arts of these men in black were obviously much better than them. So in just a few rounds of attacks, most of the warriors of the Scythian tribe were killed and injured, and the rest were captured. Only a few escaped.
"Sir, we have captured 879 people, all of whom are Scythians." A man in black reported respectfully to the leading man in black robes.
"Well done, take them back and interrogate them strictly. I want to know why they appeared here this time and how they got into the Scythian grassland." The leader of the men in black robes ordered, and then these men in black So they took away these prisoners.
And here, the Scythian warriors watched the people of their tribe being taken away one by one, their faces full of sadness. One of the slightly older warriors stood up and shouted at the leader of the black-robed man. : "I don't allow you to do this. You are provoking our dignity."
The warrior's words resonated with the surrounding Scythian warriors, and they all stood up and said: "We will not surrender."
As these warriors spoke, they took out their swords from their waists and put on a posture, looking very heroic.
A warrior headed by a man in black couldn't help but smile sarcastically when he saw the performance of these Scythian warriors.
"Stupid Eastern barbarians, you don't understand the power of our grasslands at all. I advise you to kneel down in front of me and admit your mistakes, otherwise we will kill you." said the leading warrior.
When the Scythian warriors heard this, they became furious. One of the hot-tempered Scythian warriors raised his scimitar and rushed towards the leading warrior.
The scimitar in this warrior's hand made a gust of wind and struck directly at the leading warrior. There was even a ferocious smile on the corner of his mouth.
"court death"
The leading warrior laughed disdainfully. He held the spear behind his back with his right hand and waved the spear in his left hand. There was only a crisp sound and the scimitar of the Scythian warrior was knocked away instantly. , the whole person also flew backwards and fell heavily to the ground.
"So weak, these oriental barbarians are too weak," the warrior complained disdainfully.
"What did you say?" roared the Scythian warrior.
The warrior ignored the screams of the Scythian warrior and continued to lead the people to kill in the village. These people were all well-trained warriors. Even if the Scythian warriors resisted desperately, they still could not stop them. , in the end, except for a few people who escaped, everyone else died in the hands of these men in black.
The leading warrior snorted, then turned and left.
Shortly after he left, those who came from the Scythian tribe gathered in the square of this small town. They looked at the corpse lying on the ground with complicated expressions, feeling both resentment and fear in their hearts.
"What should we do? Do we really have to surrender to those barbarians?" A young Scythian said unwillingly.
"No, we must not succumb to the barbarians. The glory of our Scythian tribe cannot be desecrated."
"That's right. We would rather die in battle than surrender. That would only dishonor the reputation of our Scythian tribe."
"..."
These warriors all quarreled fiercely. They did not want to bow to the barbarians, but if they did not bow, they would die and be hostile and insulted. They absolutely did not want this humiliating ending.
"We cannot bow to the barbarians"
"No, we should protect the tribe's property. We must protect these things to the death."
"No, we must keep these treasures, and we must not let the barbarians take them away."
"Yes, we must not let them succeed."
"..."
These warriors were firmly opposed to surrender.
"Quiet"
At this moment, the old man at the head spoke. This old man is the leader of the Scythian tribe. He has a high prestige among the Scythian tribe, so no one dares to defy what he says at this moment.
"Now that the enemy has come, we can't sit back and wait to be killed, and I believe they will never give up looting the northwest. We can't sit back and wait to be killed," the old patriarch shouted loudly.
After hearing the old patriarch's words, the warriors below suddenly became quiet. Everyone knew that this was their only choice.
"Okay, I agree. Everyone, get your weapons and prepare to fight," the old patriarch said loudly.
"We want to resist, we Scythians will not compromise," the old patriarch shouted again.
At this time, the people of the Scythian tribe also woke up and picked up their weapons to prepare for the next battle. Although their weapons were far inferior to these armored enemies, they could barely cope with them. .
"You are the most stubborn tribe I have ever seen, but don't worry, you will be freed." The man in black said.
The men in black are not enemies in the true sense. They are agents sent by the barbarians. This time they were ordered to lurk in this village and were responsible for investigating the specific situation of the Scythian tribe.
After hearing what the man in black said, the chief of the Scythian tribe immediately ordered his warriors to organize a defense. They Scythian warriors are not good at defense, but their bows and arrows have a far enough range, so even if they are not good at defense, they must delay for a while to try to create time for the tribesmen to escape.
However, just as the two sides were fighting, there was a sound of horse hooves, and then a group of cavalry appeared in front of everyone. The leading warrior shouted: "Scythians, how dare you slaughter our compatriots? It is an unpardonable crime.”
This scene completely shocked all the Scythian warriors. They had never imagined that someone would dare to break into the territory of their Scythian tribe and kill so many of their brothers.
"I'll fight with you." A Scythian warrior rushed towards the leading warrior with red eyes.
Then when he was about to get close to the leading warrior, the leading warrior reached out to grab him, then punched him in the chest, knocking him out.
"Who are you? Why did you come to our Scythian tribe?" the old patriarch asked.
"We are the army of the Persian Empire, and I am Abar." The leading warrior said.
The old patriarch looked at Abal in surprise, "Persian Empire? Aren't you barbarians?"
Abal shook his head, and then looked at a young warrior on the other side. The young warrior said: "I am Catalio Radamantis. This time I am ordered to lead the Persian army to conquer Scythia. By the way, Destroy you."
"What? The Persian Empire is going to attack us, how is this possible?" the old patriarch shouted gloomily.
"We Scythia are allies of the great Barbarians, how can we surrender to you? This must be a lie." A young warrior shouted loudly.
Abal frowned and said: "This is not a lie. The Persians are indeed trying to invade your territory. All this is true. Our Persian army will crush your Scythia tomorrow."
"Impossible, absolutely impossible." said the old patriarch.
"I don't care whether you admit it or not, your Scythian tribe is hopeless." Abar said, and as he waved his hand, hundreds of people immediately surrounded them, and the warriors of the Scythian tribe They looked around nervously.
Suddenly, a rapid whistle sounded, and then a group of cavalry appeared from the northwest. These cavalry had bright armor and gorgeous weapons. At first glance, they were noble cavalry.
"Who are you? Why are you attacking our Scythian tribe?" a Scythian warrior shouted.
"Hahaha, you cowards
