In the midst of a miserable scream, hearing a sound from the left, Yan Liqiang, who was riding on the dark cloud covered snow, did not turn around, but just stretched out his hand and grabbed the arrow that was shooting towards him.

The arrow in his hand was fluttering, without any strength, and of course there was no speed, such an arrow was like a joke to Yan Liqiang, he turned his head, and saw that more than twenty meters away, a young man wearing a jacket and combing a small braid on his head, who seemed to be only twelve or thirteen years old, was hiding on the edge of a tent, holding a simple small bow made of simple bamboo, looking at himself with hatred, and shooting this arrow at himself.

The sand boy didn't seem to expect that the arrow he shot from behind would be caught by Yan Liqiang, so when Yan Liqiang turned around, there was still a trace of surprise and panic on the young man's face.

Seeing the face of the Shatu boy, Yan Liqiang hesitated slightly in his heart for a moment—this is still a child......

The young man didn't know Yan Liqiang's hesitation, and when he saw that Yan Liqiang didn't fight back, he immediately loaded his small bow with an arrow, raised the bow, and wanted to shoot at Yan Liqiang again......

"Dog, fuck ......" A rhinosaurus horse suddenly rushed to the sand turf boy and reacted, and the machete in the hand of Peng Chaohan, who was riding on the rhinosaurus horse, was already condescending, and slashed towards the young man like Mount Tai pressing the top......

The bow was broken, the person was broken, and in the midst of the flying blood, the neck and half of the shoulders of the sandy boy were separated from the body at once, and they were killed instantly, and the blood sprayed Peng Chaohan's face......

"My lord......" Peng Chaohan turned his head and wiped the blood on his face, and the whole person was like Shura crawling out of the sea of blood.

"Be careful......" The arrow in Yan Liqiang's hand was thrown out by him at once, and the arrow made a sharp roar in the air, piercing the forehead of another sandy boy who ran out of Peng Chaohan's side with a knife and rushed towards Peng Chaohan, and took the young man's body, flew back several meters, and fell heavily to the ground.

There were a few people behind the young man, two women, and an old man, all with weapons in their hands, but before they could rush over, Peng Chaohan, who had turned his horse's head, and several other young men from the Fengbian Village who rushed over, had already rushed towards them on rhinosaurus horses......

Peng Chaohan continued to lead a few people around him to kill in the distance, one of them was a young man from the Fengbian Village, still holding a torch in his hand, and after sprinkling pine oil, he set fire to a camp tent next to him at once......

In the twilight, the flames of the Shatu tent slowly rose, illuminating Yan Liqiang's face red.

Yan Liqiang looked at the corpse of the sand tutu boy not far away, and the soft lines on his face slowly became resolute in the beating firelight - this is not a personal feud, but a war between races, as people from the seven tribes of sand tusk, from the moment they were born, they have stood on the opposite side of themselves, this is the biggest original sin in them!

This grassland is not theirs, but lent to them by the Han Empire, they occupy this place, and after receiving the favor of the Han Empire, they finally showed their fangs to the Han Empire and raised the butcher's knife, the elder brothers, fathers, and elders in their family are those who attacked the Fengbian Village today, and when they grow up, they will also take such an old path, even if they are the supporters and participants of the Shatu Seven Divisions invading the Gulang Grassland and the Han Empire, they are also beneficiaries, so between watching the knives in the hands of these people pierce into the bodies of those warriors around them and those warriors around them cutting off their heads, when you have to make a choice, Yan Liqiang will only choose the latter without hesitation - because he is the guardian of Qi Yun, and he is the man trusted and relied on by these soldiers around him!

Only the people of the Seven Divisions of the Shatu who died are good Shatu people!

Raising their eyes, the surrounding figures galloping on horseback, it seems that no one will hesitate when making a move, whether it is those cavalry in Baishiguan or those warriors in Fengbian Village, in their opinion, all the people of the Shatu Seven Divisions that appear in front of them, whether they are men, women, old or young, are just enemies, and there is no gender and age distinction - these people are those who truly understand the cruelty of war. Even the 500 guards he brought with him did not hesitate when they fired their bows at these Shatuans.

It seems that among all the people, only one of them is a human being in two lives, and there are some women who are kind!

Yan Liqiang laughed self-deprecatingly, and after a long breath in his chest, he spit out all the distracting thoughts in his heart.

The sky has slowly darkened, the battle has reached this time, Yan Liqiang and they have won a big victory, the cavalry brought by Yan Liqiang, like a wildfire swept through the gathering area of the Tuli Ministry, the battle has come to an end, the entire Tuli Ministry, in addition to the burning tent, there are only people who are terrified like rabbits, scattered in all directions, almost all the men in the Tuli Ministry, who have not run, have basically become corpses on the ground, even if the Shatu people in the Tuli Department who survived this time, according to the rules of the Gulang grassland, it is impossible to establish any Tuli Ministry, but will be annexed by other tribes, it can be said that by this time, as a small tribe among the seven tribes of the Shatu, the Tuli tribe has officially become history......

"Lord Overseer...... Tie Yunshan, who was covered in blood, rushed to Yan Liqiang with a team of guards, and reported in a deep voice, "The resistance of the Tuli Department is basically gone, and almost all those who can escape have escaped......

Yan Liqiang nodded, he rode on his horse, and looked at the northwest, which was the direction that the Shatu people who fled from the Tuli tribe chose to flee the most, and he pointed over there, "Are there other tribes in the coyote tribe in that direction?"

"Yes, almost eighty miles away in that direction, there is another tribe of the Coyote tribe, the Bakyi tribe, which is more numerous than the Tuli tribe, with nearly 10,000 tents......"

"Eighty miles?" Yan Liqiang groaned for a while, and then looked up at the sky, the weather is very good tonight, cloudless, at this time, the sky has just darkened, and the sky full of stars and moon has come out, even if it is late at night, under the weather and moonlight tonight, on the grassland, as far as the eye can see, you can see very far, and the army can move freely without torches, "That means that if someone here escapes to the Bakyi Department, and the news here knows the news here, and sends troops to help, it is possible that reinforcements will arrive within two hours......

"Almost!"

"Pass the order, all the horses, chase and kill for twenty miles and come back, and you must not go deep into the ......"

"Obey!" Tie Yunshan said, and one of the attendants beside him casually took out a bull horn he was carrying, put it on his mouth and blew it, and the melodious and rhythmic horn sound suddenly spread far away, this is the way the cavalry obey orders during the battle, and the message transmitted by the horn is two-one is to pursue, and the second is twenty miles! All the cavalry of the Han Empire can understand it, and the guards around Yan Liqiang can naturally understand it......