Under the distant sky, countless huge yurts swayed like white flowers in the sky, and one could not see the end of them at a glance.
Flocks of cows and sheep were grazing leisurely on the grass, slowly approaching the yurt. From time to time, loud singing could be heard.
The high-pitched voice of the Huqiang people pierced through the plains. Under the setting sun, this enormous Hu tribe appeared exceptionally peaceful.
Yang Yu held the map and looked into the distance.
Many years ago, this place was just a small tribe of a few hundred people.
However, the land near the Han tribe became one of the largest in the Huqiang territory in a short period of time.
This was not because he was doing well, but because he was lying on the bodies of the Han people of the Northern Lands and drinking their blood and marrow. Behind him was a bloody pain.
"My lord, there are more than ten thousand people in the Hu Qiang camp. Two thousand of them are young and strong. The rest are women, children, the elderly and the weak.”
Yang Yu nodded slightly.
The Han people were not like the Hu and Qiang. The latter could be said to have all the people as soldiers, and women could also ride horses and shoot arrows, which posed a great threat.
Thus, he couldn't just treat them as two thousand strong men.
Then again.
In recent years, the Great Han Dynasty was indeed beyond their reach. It was difficult to manage their own internal affairs, let alone the Hetao area and the Huqiang.
Thus, the Hu Qiang were used to being tyrannical and never thought that a Han would lead elite troops to bypass tens of thousands of troops and launch a lightning strike.
Thus, the Huqiang's sentry post was only set up about two miles away.
Such a lax defense was simply a blessing from the heavens to Yang Yu.
The setting sun was like blood.
The three thousand Snowy Dragon Cavalry tied their warhorses to their chests and lined up in three groups, advancing silently like a mountain.
When he was five miles away, Yang Yu pulled out his saber. His face was especially determined. Thinking of how these foreign races trampled on the land of the Han family and slaughtered their sisters and brothers, the blood of hatred began to boil.
"Kill Hu Gou!"
With a long shout, the three thousand soldiers charged at the Huqiang camp like ferocious tigers that had just left the gate.
The bright saber glinted coldly in the setting sun.
The deafening sound of horse hooves also woke up the Hu Qiang who had just returned from grazing. They stood by the side of the tent and looked over with their hands on their eyes.
As they were leaning against the setting sun, they couldn't see what they were wearing. They only saw that the warhorses were all fat and had long legs. They were extraordinarily handsome and thought that they were their own people who had returned victorious.
Immediately after, the men, women, and children began to shout excitedly as they rushed towards the horse team. Their excited shouts and shouts instantly spread throughout the plains.
The return of a warrior meant that he had gained a lot.
After the snow disaster, they could finally live a good life.
After advancing for a few more miles, when they were only a few thousand feet away, the Huqiang sentry post was the first to show signs of abnormality.
This fierce troop of soldiers came with a ferocious momentum. The shiny sabers in their hands were like cold lights that streaked across the sky, suffused with a cold killing intent.
The knight on the horse had black hair, yellow skin, brown eyes, and a cold gaze that was as cold and heartless as the ice in December.
"Not good! It's the Han cavalry-ah-"
The sentinel was terrified. Before he could even sound the alarm, Yang Yu had already taken the lead. His Overlord Spear was like a fierce dragon that had gone out to sea.
Blood splattered everywhere. The Huqiang sentinel was lifted into the air and then stabbed into the ground. His sunken eyes were trembling as they protruded out. The fear in his eyes was clear.
Clearly, he never thought that he would be buried in the hands of the Han people at the entrance of his homeland.
"Not bad! I am your grandfather!" Yang Yu grinned and pointed his spear forward." Those who openly offend the strong Han will be killed even if they are far away!”
"Those who openly offend the strong Han will be killed even if they are far away!”The three thousand Snow Dragon Cavalry roared in unison, their swift figures flashing like meteors.
Qi soared into the sky!
The cheering and jumping Huqiang people were rushing excitedly towards the returning tribal warriors.
When Yang Yu pierced through the sentry post with his spear and blood splattered all over the grass, they were instantly shocked.
How could he be a warrior who had returned victorious?
It was the Han cavalry.
It was at this moment that they remembered the stories told by their ancestors when they were young.
That year, Long Chengfei had awed the entire frontier fortress.
That year, the Han Dynasty valiant general Feng Lang Juxu.
That year, his clansmen fled far away.
He had thought that the past was just a story.
At this moment, he finally understood that his ancestor's words were the most serious warning.
It was a pity.
It was too late.
"Ah! It's Han!" It was unknown who was the first to shout out this sentence, but countless Hu Qiang immediately stopped in their tracks.
Looking at the blood-dripping sabers of the Great Han cavalrymen, they were dumbfounded, and their eyes were filled with unprecedented fear.
No one would have thought that the Han people, who only knew about internal strife, would actually invade the grasslands, just like the Huqiang people had done in recent years, burning the flames of war behind the grasslands that they thought were impregnable.
The strong contrast caused all the Huqiang people to be dumbstruck. They even forgot to flee.
"Kill them!"
The three thousand men of the Han Family were as ferocious as wild wolves on the grasslands. They rode alongside Yang Yu and pressed forward.
When the saber was raised and slashed, a pillar of blood would shoot up into the sky. Countless bearded heads of the Huqiang people flew high into the air and fell onto the grass.
The eyes of the Huqiang corpse were wide open. Even in death, he refused to believe that the Han had really come.
Amidst the bloody light that filled the sky, the Huqiang people finally came to their senses.
"Run!"
In their terror, countless Huqiang people ran back like crazy. From afar, they looked like boiling dumplings in a pot.
The blind and helpless enemy instantly became a living target for the Han family.
Yang Yu, who was leading the charge, was already covered in blood.
Thinking back to the history of their compatriots who died tragically under the iron hooves of the non-humankind, the old men, the weak women, and the helpless children.
One by one, they fell into a pool of blood. Their desperate and helpless eyes appeared in everyone's eyes.
On the way to the enemy's rear, the three thousand Snowy Dragon Cavalry saw the destroyed village and the countless miserable deaths of their compatriots. Their eyes instantly turned red.
Engraving the blood essence in his heart!
Break the Hu Krupp and pacify the four directions!
Their expressions were ice-cold as they slowly pulled their longbows. They watched as the spinning arrowheads shot out and pierced through the chest of the Huqiang.
Listening to the sound of their ribs shattering, the blood of the Huqiang people seemed to release all their anger and grief.
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