There are three tribes of wild horses, Leeds, and Puyou, and wild horses are the strongest, and Puyou is the weakest.

The three tribes together had five thousand warriors.

But even if they joined forces and faced the two thousand heavily armored cavalry led by Zhao Yun with 5,000 tribal warriors, they would not have the slightest chance of winning.

The equipment gap between the two sides is too large, and the two thousand heavy armored cavalry can completely crush the five thousand Karasuma cavalry on the grassland at will.

And when Zhao Yun set off with the heavily armored cavalry, the people of the three tribes did not know.

The first is the recent Touristy tribe.

The Puyou tribe is the smallest among the three tribes, with a population of only 2,000.

If you deduct the old and weak, women and children, there will be a thousand people who can fight.

But how could these 1,000 people be able to stop 2,000 heavy armored cavalry.

"Report to the general, the first three miles is the camp of the Puyou tribe." Gao Ran just took two people to touch it.

Most of the people of the Puyou tribe were there, and only a small part of them drove cattle and sheep and went out.

"Fight."

The spear in Zhao Yun's hand was raised high, and the tip of the spear was pointed towards the bright sky.

Two thousand heavily armored cavalrymen have already put on their armor.

Men and horses, all wrapped in armor, invulnerable.

From the inception of the heavy cavalry, the number of battles experienced, their casualties, have not exceeded double digits.

Most of the people who died in the war were unlucky and fell off their horses.

"Kill!"

The horse's hooves trampled on the grass that had just become green.

Two thousand war horses, with heavy iron hooves, like the sky and the earth cracking.

They had just started to sprint, and the tents of the tribe were shaking in the Puyou camp three miles away.

"Bang!"

On the roof of the tent, the snow that had not completely melted fell off under the vibration.

What's going on?

Most of the people of the Puyou tribe have not yet risen, and they are awakened by the vibration at this moment.

They panicked out of their tents.

"Not good."

Someone shouted, "It's the sound of horses' hooves." ”

Wrapped in a sheepskin, the chief Purley shouted among the tribes: "Warriors, if the enemy is coming, do not take up your weapons and go with me." ”

The vibrations are getting stronger and stronger, and the sound of horses' hooves is getting louder and louder.

Like raindrops, like drums, dense, intense.

Run, their warriors may still have a chance to run away, but the women and children in the tribe will definitely not be able to run away.

It's too close.

They are all on the grassland, and they can easily judge from the sound of horses' hooves how many enemies are coming, and how far they are.

However, there are some discrepancies in their judgment this time.

The sound of the iron hooves of the heavy armored cavalry is still a little different from that of ordinary war horses.

They only had 2,000 horses, but they ran out with the momentum of 5,000 horses sprinting.

Pulley thought it would be too late, but by the time the warriors of the tribe were all armed and mounted on their horses, he had not yet seen the enemy.

"Is this an attempt to surround it?" Pooley wondered.

The heavy cavalry ran with great momentum, but after all, there was too much weight on their bodies, and their speed was a little slower.

"Warriors, follow me."

"Kill!"

Purley took the warriors of the tribe and killed them.

If the cavalry wants to show its combat power, it must rush.

At this moment, there was a little more hope in his heart than when he had just heard the sound of horses' hooves.

If the enemy had rushed in before they had even mounted their horses, the Puyou tribe would have been wiped out today.

There were too many people on the other side, and the rumbling sound of iron hooves had not been heard by him for a long time.

"Kill!"

A thousand people, riding war horses, brandished the war knives in their hands, and rushed out.

Then, as if their voices were cut off.

In front of them were two thousand heavily armored cavalry led by Zhao Yun.

All over his body, he was wrapped in black armor.

You can't see the face, but just one look at it is enough to make people feel terrified.

Even if the steppe people claimed to be warriors, they could not muster courage in the face of two thousand heavy armored cavalry.

But now, they have no way out, even if they are afraid, fearful in their hearts.

They can only rush forward.

Purley shouted loudly, and he rushed out.

As the chief of Puyou, he can't retreat.

Today, he has only two results.

Fight off incoming enemies, or die in battle.

There will be no third result, and he will not accept a third.

He will not run, he will live and die with the Puyou tribe.

It's just that in the face of two thousand heavy armored cavalry, they are not only inferior in equipment, but also inferior in numbers.

It's not a war, it's just a massacre.

Puli took the people and rushed towards Zhao Yun.

Among the two thousand heavily armored soldiers, Zhao Yun, who was dressed in white robes and silver armor, was the most obvious.

But Puli couldn't rush in front of Zhao Yun.

He had been hacked to death by a heavy cavalryman.

Just a photo, two thousand heavy armored cavalry rushed into the camp of the Puyou tribe.

Behind them, a thousand warriors of the Puyou tribe had all fallen.

The war horse, which had lost its master, stood blankly and wandered around on the bloody battlefield.

In the tribe, the rest were old people and children, not even a strong woman.

Watching the heavily armored cavalry enter the camp, some of these people hid in tents and did not dare to come out.

Some showed a pair of eyes, and they didn't know what the fate would be next.

Some people look at fear, and some people look at resentment.

But no one rushed to make a move, and they could only pray now that Zhao Yun would not kill them.

Children may not be used to it, because the grassland has been very calm these years.

But the old people in the tribe are used to it.

This is the grassland.

In the original grassland, a tribe was wiped out in a blink of an eye, the warriors and old men in the tribe were killed, and the women and children were taken away.

However, it was not other tribes that came to destroy them today, but the Han Chinese.

How will the Han people treat them?

Looking at the cold armor, even the war horses are wrapped in armor, which is only available to the cavalry of the Han people.

Legend has it that the invulnerable cavalry of the Han Chinese.

They reappeared on the steppe.

And this time, it's them Karasuma who has to deal with their Puyou tribe.

It's just that why did the Han people exterminate them?

Most of the people in the tribe don't know why.

Pulley, who was already dead, knew, so after seeing the heavily armored cavalry, he did not beg for mercy and did not hesitate.

He didn't know why the matter was revealed, but only when he died, the women and children of the tribe could live.

"Whew!"

A dagger flew towards a heavily armored cavalryman.

The dagger touched the armor, sparking a string of sparks before falling to the ground.

The heavy cavalry looked over and was a child of eleven or twelve years old.

At this moment, he was held by his mother, who looked at the heavy cavalry in horror and hurriedly knelt on the ground. While still pressing her son's head.

"Spare your life, your lord."

Even if her man had just died outside, he was killed by this group of people.

The woman didn't dare to resent it at the moment, she just wanted her children to live well.

Man is dead, and the living will continue to live and try to live.

The woman is very afraid, but the child may not know the fear of death, even if the mother presses his head, his eyes still drift to Zhao Yun, full of resentment.

He had just arrived at the dagger, and he was originally going to Zhao Yun, but he couldn't get his head right, and he shot at the cavalry next to Zhao Yun.