Unless there is a surprise attack, the Qiang people are rarely willing to engage the enemy in close combat, despite their bravery.

Wouldn't it be better to shoot the enemy over with a kite with a bow and arrow? Horses can take us to the end of the grassland.

It was originally a battle in which the archers of the two sides shot at each other, but because of the archers who were ambushed in the rear, Munch was forced to give up the long-range shooting strategy, and could only rush to the Great Elm Valley with all his strength to meet Guan Yu's short soldiers.

Arrows were fired from both sides, and the number of burners who rushed in front of the Broken Qiang cavalry was no more than six hundred, and at least two hundred of them dismounted on the way to the charge, and closed their eyes forever.

Plunder and war, horses and steppes are no longer their concern.

The warriors on the grassland did not blow out, Meng Qi's long-standing martial arts were indeed strong, and he rushed into the cavalry formation with a scimitar, and in an instant, he tore a hole in Guan Yu's cavalry array.

In a few breaths, three Qiang cavalry were beheaded by him.

The clash of cavalry has always been the last thing that the commander wants to see, second only to the frontal confrontation between cavalry and spear and fish scale formation.

In this era of only unilateral stirrups, the cavalry only has two fulcrums on horseback, and how strong the combat effectiveness can be on horseback depends on the strength of the legs.

The Qiang people have been with horses all their lives, and they can only say that they are more familiar with the bumps of horses, and their riding skills on horseback are more superb.

Munch hugged the horse's neck and cut down the three Qiang Breakers, and the famous burner man was even more excited and angry when he saw the blood, and his thigh force stood up on the horse's back and shouted angrily: "Burn Dangqiang Manqi is here!" Broken bastard, let grandpa die! Let's go to the funeral for my Uncle Beigong! ”

Guan Yu, who suddenly heard the roar, stabbed into the abdomen of a broken cavalryman, and threw the enemy on the horse to the ground with a violent pull of the ape arm, looking up at the wild man standing on horseback in the chaotic cavalry group, the tiger eyes glared, and the often squinting Danfeng eyes suddenly broke away, urging the horse to rush towards Munch.

He must kill Manch as soon as possible, although the Qiang people are brave, it is difficult to stop the more and more brave Manch, and more Qiang people will die a moment later.

Although the two are only separated by dozens of steps, which is a distance that is usually instantaneous, it is difficult to walk the Shu Road to rush over now.

Between the two of them were arrows and spears, scimitars flashing in cold light, dozens of sturdy horses, and dozens of fierce men.

Above Xiao Pass, whoever Guan Yu wants to kill within a hundred steps will die, and the hilt of his knife is connected to the gaze of death, but it is even more difficult here.

Even if it's just these little people whose martial arts are insignificant to Guan Yu, you can't get past Guan Yu, and when you die, there are still horses blocking you.

The Qiang cavalry collided, where is there any formation to speak of, who catches and kills whom, it is already thankful that it can kill Paoze.

At this time, Guan Yu looked around the battlefield and was surprised by the strong combat effectiveness of An Mu's group, hundreds of them formed a phalanx, whether it was spear throwing or short knife, they were all in an orderly manner, this was a battle method that he had never seen in the people of Liangzhou.

Even the Han army, except for those who are truly battle-hardened, rarely has such military discipline.

After cutting down the two burned cavalrymen, Guan Yu had to roar angrily: "Meng Qi, come over to Guan!" ”

In the shouting of killing, Guan Yu's voice did not have the ability to shatter the roof tiles, but it was keenly noticed by the red-eyed Mangqi.

This is Chinese!

Meng Qi glared at Guan Yu through the crowd.

This is really a mighty man, but alas, you are going to die.

On the battlefield, who cares how tall you are, how tall and heroic you are, for several years in the West Sea, the nine-foot strong man who died in the hands of Munch does not know how many, no matter how tall and strong he is, it is no different if he goes down with a knife.

The angry Munch urged the horse to turn to Guan Yu, and anyone who stood in his way was broken or burned, whether it was a man or a horse, all of them were cut down by him with a knife.

Guan Yu on the other side was not as angry as him, Guan Yu was very rational and calm.

The chaos of the battlefield did not affect Guan Yu, Guan Yu's eyes were staring at Meng Qi, but he felt what the people around him were doing, some people swung their knives and were stabbed to death by throwing spears, some people urged horses but were cut down, and some people swung their scimitars at themselves.

Suddenly dodged a knife, and his backhand slashed through the blood-spattered blue sky.

Guan Yu's target was only one person, and he only had Meng Qi in his eyes, and everything else Guan Yu handed over to his instincts.

The momentum and strength were accumulated, Guan Yu's whole body muscles were mobilized, and the two rode in the sea of people.

Just for, the moment of the wrong horse is known.

Thirty steps...... Twenty Steps...... Ten steps.

Guan Yu didn't know how many enemies he had dodged, and Meng Qi didn't know how many of his own family members he had cut down.

"Come on!"

Meng Qi smiled cruelly, bloodshot pupils, the control horse Kankan and Guan Yu gave up an arm's length, the whole body was tense, the left arm hugged the horse's neck, the cheek was close to the mane, the body was pressed to no lower, the right arm stretched out the palm of the hand to hold the handle of the knife, but the five fingers tightly clasped the saber and crossed the side.

This is a textbook sword cavalry harvesting slash, the upper body, left arm, and right leg are supported by three points and the horse are integrated, which can ensure that the saber will not be dragged off the horse at the moment of collision with the enemy.

This is a posture that nomads have honed over hundreds of years.

And Munch is the most prestigious warrior among the Qiang people and the best among the cavalry.

It's a pity that his opponent is Guan Yu.

The distance between the two sides was only five steps, and when Guan Yu was about to make a mistake, Guan Yu's left arm pulled the reins, and the horse under his crotch slammed into the right, and Guan Yu's horse head was hitting the neck of the horse under Manch's crotch, making a clattering fracture sound.

As soon as the horse's legs weakened under Manch's crotch and were about to fall forward, Guan Yu suddenly took out his knife and slashed out horizontally on his right hand, and his left hand blatantly spread the reins and grabbed it to the right.

Time seemed to stop, Guan Yu's steed stood up in pain, but the hind hooves couldn't stop the inertia and pushed forward with the dirt, and the neck of Munch's steed was broken, and the front hooves stopped but turned forward.

Munch was also turned over by the horse, and the whole person was still lying on the horse, thinking about gravity but not allowing it, he could only raise his head and watch the sky get farther and farther away from him.

He turned his head, his legs unclamped and lifted his horse's belly, and his body flew away, first farther and farther from the ground, then closer.

Then, in his spare eye, he saw Guan Yu's indifferent expression, and a big man's refined ring knife in front of his neck.

He felt his hair being grabbed by a large hand, and the ring knife reflected the sunlight in his eyes.

The moment I closed my eyes, my neck was cold.

I couldn't open it anymore.

With the neighing of the horses, Munch's dead steed fell to the ground, along with his headless body.

Guan Yu held his head and shouted angrily: "The thief will give the head, and the one who descends will not be killed!" ”

The loud sound pierced through the small battlefield and reverberated in the valley.

The Qiang people saw that the expressionless male man was carrying the head of Munch, as if he was a mortal martial god, above all living beings.

The survival and death of the main generals on the battlefield have the ability to directly influence the situation, and the death of Munch directly causes the original evenly matched fight between the two sides to turn into a one-sided slaughter and pursuit.

Instead of dropping their weapons and surrendering, some died in battle after Munch was killed, and some turned around and fled and were shot dead by archers on the valley.

Guan Yu, won.

In two days, nearly 2,000 rebel troops from five tribes were pacified.