"Enemy attack, enemy attack! ......"A herdsman shouted, and as soon as he turned around, he saw this terrible scene. The cavalry of the brigade was galloping in the direction where he was, and the ground shook, and the roar was deafening, and his heart was clenching involuntarily, and even the pounding of his heart gradually became the same frequency as the shaking of the ground.

In less than a moment, not long after his scream, the herdsman's eyes widened, and the rest of the unfinished words poured out of his mouth, but blood foam. A feathered arrow stuck in his throat, the arrow was gone, and most of the arrow was left outside, blood flowing down his neck.

The herdsman stretched out his hand, hissing and panting, and tried to say something more, but he could no longer speak. gasping heavily, but he felt the loss of strength in his body, blood foam gushed out of his mouth, and his face was dark, and the last scene he saw was the scene of the cavalry galloping.

The cavalryman continued to reach for the arrow behind his back, his eyes were extremely flat, the Xianbei man he had just shot seemed so insignificant to him, just as ordinary and insipid as an ordinary housewife killing a chicken. His legs tightly clamped the horse's belly, and his body froze, his upper body did not move, and the bow he held up did not tremble at all.

"Boom." There was a humming of the bowstring, and the feathered arrows flew out, unhindered into the heart of a herdsman who was about to turn and mount his horse.

The bowstring vibrated constantly, and beside this cavalry, there were many cavalrymen with bows like him, most of them sealing their throats with arrows. On the back of a bumpy horse, for them, it is no different from shooting an arrow on flat ground, it is still easy and freehand. As they marched, they were killing at the same time, constantly shooting enemies in the distance and within reach of their bows and arrows.

The rangers led by Gao Shun are wandering wolves, hunting and killing enemies on the grasslands. Each of them has a hand that is not inferior to the riding and archery skills of the Xianbei people, and in the galloping horse, it is like the god of death quickly wandering away, harvesting life. For those herdsmen who are out of reach, they don't care, let them flee to the location of their tribe, this is just the difference between early death and late death, what they need to do, and Gao Shun knows where his duty lies, is to prevent some smart people from fleeing in other directions without returning to their tribe.

Their targets are such smart people, as well as fish who escaped after the tribe was broken. An absolute blockade is to block all this so that information does not circulate, so that even in the enemy country, it is like being in one's own backyard.

Gao Shun raised his eyes, the autumn sun was still brilliant, but under this sunshine, the autumn wind penetrated the clothes and armor on his body, bringing a slight chill. Underneath the chill is the green grass dyed with bright blood on the grassland, which looks enchanting and more and more dazzling. He and the rangers on the left and right behind him have surpassed Zhang Liao's forward battalion, but the direction of the two is different, the forward battalion is directly into the tribal position, and they are free from the left and right.

The Rangers were completely lightly armed, and even the armor on their bodies was light armor, and they did not carry any heavy weapons, so that the real fast march was almost impossible to catch up with their army in the steppe. This is also the reason why Lu Bu asked him to clean up the battlefield, because it is fast, not only can it be chased and killed, but it can easily escape even if it encounters a large number of enemy troops.

"Poof, snort." There were soldiers in the forward battalion wielding swords, sabers falling, slashing diagonally, and a red blood light shone with it. The war horse swept by, and beside the meadow it passed, a corpse fell to the ground.

The poofing sound was not a fart, it was the sound of a saber slashing into the body, and the sneering sound was not a sneer, but the sound of the saber bringing back blood and spurting blood. All the way to the horses' hooves, all the way to the blood, next to the road trampled by the forward battalion by the war horses, scattered corpses and blood.

The forward battalion is the general name of the cavalry led by Zhang Liao now. If you dare to be a pioneer and become the vanguard of an army, the quality of the soldiers is extremely high, otherwise there is no way to be the first in every battle. In fact, it is true, the forward battalion is the only heavy cavalry in the state, the assault cavalry!

It is said that it is a heavy cavalry, but in fact, they only have an extra layer of armor than other cavalry, and they are equipped with weapons in addition to the cavalry spears that break the formation and assault, and they also have sabers. This is not considered a heavy cavalry, but in the case of 90% of the light cavalry of the Bingzhou cavalry, and the Xianbei grassland is full of foreign light cavalry, they can already be regarded as "heavy".

These assault cavalry of the forward battalion were the tip of a spear, sharp enough to penetrate into a shield, tearing a hole for the cavalry to gallop across the country. All they have to do is as their name suggests, the Assault Cavalry, and keep on rambling, except to rush and still advance! You can't retreat, you can't drift away, it's just a wall, and you have to hit it and make a hole!

Their bravery, their courage, and what they have been carrying on their backs are supported by fighting to the death, highlighting a bloody road full of blood.

The forward battalion moved forward, with Zhang Liao as the foremost point, forming a sharp arrow formation and turning into a rapidly advancing arrow. They don't care, and they don't care about the herdsmen who are far away, and they kill them when they meet them on the road ahead, and they ignore them if they don't meet them. These things will be solved by the cavalry behind, who just keep charging and accelerating until they finally break into the enemy formation.

Thirty miles away, without rain or wind, in the course of more than ten minutes of running, the tribe that the scout had learned had appeared in front of Zhang Liao and the forward battalion. When the distance was only two or three miles, the speed of the entire forward battalion suddenly increased, and the accumulated horsepower burst out with all its strength without scruples and hesitation at this moment, and the speed of the entire army reached the fastest peak.

It's blazing fast! It was a rush and charge that only a fortress and a fortified city could withstand, but at the end of their path, there was only an undefended tribe, and the end seemed to be doomed from the beginning.

The roar and the sound of horses' hooves galloping and stepping filled this small world at this moment. Some of the Xianbei people in the tribe looked up in confusion, but saw that the sky was full of fine skies, and it was not as cloudy as expected. It was only when the eyes of these people fell, that they saw the smoke and dust wafting from the end of the field of vision, and the figures on horseback.

"Enemy attack, enemy attack!" Some Xianbei people opened their throats and shouted, their faces extremely panicked.

(End of chapter)