The shrill shouts of the herdsmen became the only sound that echoed over the tribe, a reminder and a precursor to the attack of the Bingzhou cavalry. In the next moment, the iron hooves of the forward battalion had already stepped on the land of this tribe, and they went on a rampage, crashing straight into the center of the tribe. Therefore, whether there is this reminder or not, the meaning for this tribe is not as profound as imagined, the same unpreparedness, the same suddenness, at most it is just to maximize the two emotions of fear and fear before they die.

"It's Han!" A Xianbei woman who was about to leave the tribe to bring lunch to her husband screamed loudly, her voice so sharp that it pierced the sky. She could tell that this was indeed the Han army, from the black armor, from the uniform movements, and the straight riding spear, all of this showed that it was not an invasion of other tribes, but an attack of the Han army!

Other tribal armies definitely do not have that kind of armor, nor do they have that kind of military strength, which can be seen by Xianbei women who have not seen many people on the market. In the next moment, her face was hideous, the one that appeared when she was terrified to the extreme.

"Yes...... It's a ghost...... Lu...... Lu Bu's army! The words were intermittent, but she still clearly expressed the words she had spit out, and unconsciously, there was a little more water stain under the woman's crotch, which quickly moistened, and then drip by drop of water to the ground.

She was so scared that she couldn't control it, so she was here, and she peed out in shame. However, she was not ashamed for too long, she barely stood up and did not collapse, she forgot to escape, and her heart was eroded by fear, as if just thinking of Lu Bu's name made her lose her desire for life. In the next moment, he was knocked out by the war horse, and spit out a mouthful of blood mixed with fragments of internal organs in the air, and by the time he landed with a plop, he had lost all signs of life, and his whole body was soft, and the bones on his body were almost intact, and his body was all broken in the collision just now.

She flew far away, straight out, flying more than ten meters away from where she was standing. Only a second later, the body that landed on the ground was trampled into a pile of flesh and blood by the hooves of the war horse that followed, and there was no human shape anymore, it was more like the meat sauce chopped out by ordinary people when cooking.

Zhang Liao stared at the front expressionlessly, and when he saw this Xianbei woman, when she was knocked out by her own war horse, there was not the slightest expression of emotion. Even when he stepped on it, when he felt the war horse stepping on a pile of soft things, he felt like he was breathing air normally, and he didn't feel anything.

Life was nothing but the most precious thing to him, and the least valuable thing. What is precious is your own life, the life of your comrades-in-arms, and the lives of your subordinates, and the enemy's, that is, the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood, what is the pity? What's more, this is a foreign race, and when it comes to killing them, there is no burden, not even a little. Not to mention one person, even if thousands of people were killed by Zhang Liao like this, he would only be happy, and there would be no sympathy and pity.

When you have mercy on the enemy, you may be taught by the enemy what true cruelty is when you really need to be pitied. Don't expect your enemies to be merciful to you, for only if you insist on it, you will have mercy, because it is you who govern your own life!

The rest of the Bingzhou cavalry, the same is true of the forward battalion, a short 100-meter sprint, acceleration, there are already too many Xianbei people who die on the iron hooves of their war horses, so much so that every few meters, there is an area covered with flesh and mud. As much as the hooves of their war horses were covered with a layer of bright red, so much so that they fluttered in the wind, they were all bloody.

They are silent, and under the helmet, there is a silent face like steel, and perhaps when they return home, there may be a kind and gentle smile on this face, but here, there is only one expression on their face, that is, cold and expressionless. A little bit of superfluous emotion will not appear on this face, and it is precisely because of this that the Xianbei people are extremely afraid, even their most heroic and fearless soldiers, there are times when they are afraid of loss, but the faces of the Bingzhou cavalry they have seen never seem to have this kind of emotion.

Because everyone praised it, the tribal warriors who gave a thumbs up all broke and sank into the sand, and became an unknown corpse on the battlefield against the Han cavalry in Bingzhou.

"Boom, boom." The sound of horses' hooves, like thunder, accompanied by a roar, burst into the tribe. The Xianbei people who stood in their way along the way, men and women, young and old, armed or unarmed, were like the women who were killed in the first place.

Nothing can stop them, no. There will be no in this small clan, and even if there is, by the time they launch an offensive, everything will already be doomed! Probably the only thing that can really stop them is human life, but they can't delay for a second longer, and the lag of the war horse that hit the person is almost as if it doesn't exist, and in the next moment, the speed of the war horse is still fast!

The Xianbei people who could be seen along the way, all of them were killed alive on their way, otherwise they were trampled to death, and there was no second result. The forward battalion didn't pay much attention to the Xianbei people in the distance, they were like a lone army, responsible for moving forward, choosing a direction to break through, and that's it. So their speed was very fast, and when the Xianbei people shouted out in front of the tribe for an enemy attack, by now, they had broken through to the big tent where the patriarch lived in the very center of the tribe.

The Iron Hoof did not stop and continued to move forward.

"Who is it?" The patriarch in the big tent lifted the tarpaulin and walked out, just in time to meet Zhang Liao's cold gaze. He only uttered these two words in Xianbei words, and was hit by the torrent, becoming an insignificant dust and sand on the path of the torrent, and was smashed to pieces.

As a result, he was no different from other Xianbei herdsmen, even if he was the head of a clan, he had become a puddle of unrecognized meat. Zhang Liao didn't care, he didn't pay attention to this person's difference, no matter how different he was, only the living could make him care, the dead were just dead people, what difference did it make?

Under the iron hoof, all beings are equal, which is nothing more than a dead ending.

"Boom." The forward battalion rushed by, and behind them, the tent, which symbolized the position of the head of the clan, fell with a bang.

(End of chapter)