Chapter 372: Vulnerable, the Prairie Legion is mighty!

The equipment of the steppe army is really good, and in the case of similar troops, the victory rate of the southern alliance of Ningta is only thirty percent.

Aluk Ge frowned, and said in a tone that was not light or serious: "Victory leader, don't make stubborn resistance, it's still too late to surrender now!" ”

It is impossible to retreat, this is the great will of the White Blue God!

Alonashun Sheng's face was gloomy, and he knew that he had to fight today, "Then, there is only one way to fight to the death!" Aronashun God's voice became low, and his eyes quickly turned red, staring at Aluk Go.

Aluk Ge took a deep breath and glanced deeply at Aronashun Sheng, "I'll give you one last chance, if you fight, you are not my opponent, the bent bow of my steppe legion warriors can shoot you all into a sieve!" ”

"The bows and armor in the hands of the warriors of my grassland legion are all carefully crafted by the craftsmen of the Great Qin Empire, and the materials are all of the best materials, they shoot farther than you, the arrows are sharper than yours, and there are more than you, what do you fight!"

"So what, the Ninta warriors are not slaves!" Alonashun Sheng said with a firm face.

"Not slavery, but atonement!" Aluk Goh said in a sonorous voice.

The two glanced at each other, then tacitly turned the horse's head, returned to their own army array, and after Aluk Ge returned to the forefront of the Prairie Legion, he reached out and touched the scimitar on his waist, brush! With a bang, the silver-white scimitar that flashed with cold light was pulled out of the scabbard, and the sharp blade pointed directly at the array of the Ningta Alliance army, and Aluk Go's impassioned voice shouted: "Kill!" ”

"Kill!!"

"Phew!"

At the sound of an order, the steppe army erupted in bursts of killing cheers and bursts of neighing of war horses, and 90,000 war horses quickly galloped and rumbled... The sound of horses' hooves rang out continuously.

"Kill!!"

"Boom!"

When the distance between the two armies was only a hundred steps, the warriors of the grassland army tightened the reins of their horses in vain, and in the blink of an eye, they turned from charging to retreating!

Distance!

The warriors of the Prairie Legion held their strong bows, wound their arrows, and then turned sideways, and the arrows were aimed at the cavalry of the Ningta coalition army chasing behind them, and as soon as they let go of their hands, the arrows shot out!

"Whew! Shout! Shout! Shout! Shout! ”

"Poof!"

"Uhh

"Poof!"

A sharp sound of breaking the air sounded, tens of thousands of arrows broke through the air, and slammed into the body of the cavalry of the Ningta coalition army, accompanied by a scream, and bright blood flowers also bloomed in the volley, but unfortunately as the corpse fell off the horse, the bright blood flowers also withered, integrated into this land, and nourished this land!

"Whew! Shout! Shout! Shout! ”

"Whew! Shout! Shout! Shout! Shout! ”

The Steppe Legion began to shoot at each other with the rangers of the Ningta coalition army, and the rangers of the Ningta coalition army did not survive more than half a pillar of incense before they all fell off their horses.

The tactics of the Steppe Legion are very simple, that is, pull the kite, the enemy advances and I retreat, and the enemy retreats and I advance, making perfect use of long-range weapons, and also using the advantages of the Steppe Legion to fiercely suppress the Ningta coalition army.

"Plop!"

"Plop!"

"Ah, it hurts, it hurts!"

"Help me..."

On the battlefield, the tragic wails resounded all around, and countless cavalry of the Ningta coalition army who were hit by arrows fell off their horses, and some of the cavalrymen who fell off their horses did not die immediately, but were soon trampled to death by their companions behind.

The most worthless life is the life on the battlefield, and every breath of time that passes represents the tragic death of dozens or even hundreds of people.

The advantage of the Grassland Legion is too great, each holding a strong bow, which is far from being able to parry the southern coalition army of Ningta, under the guerrilla of the grassland legion, the morale of the southern coalition army of Ningta is gradually declining, and it is even on the verge of collapse.

Chasing and catching up, shooting and shooting, there is really no solution, there is no way to take the grassland army at all, and it becomes a moving target alive.

"Change formation!!"

Aluk Goh burst into tears in vain!

"Woo woo woo~"

The horn soldiers immediately blew their horns and let out a low whining sound, and the warriors of the Prairie Legion, who were familiar with the sound, immediately changed their formation, and 10,000 iron cavalry on the left and right sides rushed from the flank to attack the left and right flanks of the coalition army in the south of Ningta.

Under the dense rain of arrows, the southern coalition army of Ningta suffered heavy casualties, morale collapsed, a large number of cavalry began to retreat, one person withdrew, ten people withdrew, ten people withdrew, hundreds of people withdrew, the defeat was like a mountain, in a short period of time, tens of thousands of southern coalition troops in Ningta broke and fled.

The leader of the southern coalition army of Ningta, Alonashun Sheng, was like a dead face, and the arrogance in his heart was destroyed, and he lost his fighting spirit in just a short time!

"Kill! Kill! Kill! ”

After an hour-long pursuit, the leader of the southern coalition army of Ningta, Alonashun Sheng, dismounted and surrendered, and the remnants of the southern coalition army of Ningta also threw away their weapons and were willing to be captured!

This war was finally won by the Steppe Legion!

In this battle, the steppe army lost 8,000 losses, killed 40,000 enemies, and captured 60,000!

This battle is known as the Battle of the River Valley, and on the day of the Battle of the River Valley, the Steppe Legion occupied the Arona Shun, and after occupying the Arona Shun, the Steppe Legion did not massacre the Arona Shun.

Night, Alona Shunbe, King's Tent!

When night fell, the stars were shining, the moon was in the sky, and the royal tent that once belonged to Alona Shun Sheng, now belonged to Aluk Go, in the royal tent, Aluk Ge sat on the king's chair with wolf skin, and on both sides of the royal tent sat the captain-level generals of the Prairie Legion.

And in the center of the king's tent, there was a stout short man who was kneeling and tied up with five flowers, it was the leader of the Alona Shun tribe, Aronashun Sheng, at this time Aruna Shun Sheng was like a frosted eggplant, bowing his head without spirit.

"Raise your head!" Aluk Go, with a hint of a smile on his lips, looked at Aronashun Sheng and said.

Hearing this, Alona Shun Sheng slowly raised his face like a dead face, and looked at Alok Ge with blank eyes, Aluk Ge got up from the king's chair and walked to Alona Shun step by step, and then under Alonashun's puzzled gaze, Aluk Ge bent down to help Alona Shun Sheng.

"They are all descendants of the White Blue God, they shouldn't kill each other, this grassland really needs a ruler!" Aluk Ge patted Aronashun Katsu on the shoulder and said.

"Huh!" Alonashun Sheng laughed sadly, "The winner is king, the loser is the villain, if you want to kill, kill it, don't pretend!" ”

"Haha!" Aluk Ge chuckled, turned around Alonashun Sheng, walked behind Alonashun Sheng, and said in a tone that seemed to be smiling: "What Your Majesty said is indeed right, the grassland people are still killing in addition to killing!" ”

(End of chapter)