Arrows cross the sky.

On the field where tens of thousands of Qiang soldiers gathered, there were figures of people and war horses everywhere. Occasionally, someone looked at the hills over there, and the outline of the knight was reflected in people's sight. Some Qiang people who were still wearing armor were also looking at the war horses and figures.

"It seems like a Han man..."

A whispering sound came from their mouths. The Chief of Chief Le Jie Qiang showed a puzzled look. He looked at a Qiang man next to him, then raised his gaze and looked at the sky. A group of birds circled, vaguely mixed with something different. He was surprised, and there was a voice nearby shouting: "Kill the Han man."

The voice spread around, and there were also "Take a few people over and drive the Han people away!" Such words were shouting, but it was not very big in the noise of 60,000 people. The chief commander of Le Jie Qiang frowned and measured the distance. It was only more than fifty feet away from here, but it was still far from the center of the development of 60,000 Qiang soldiers... He was still thinking "Whether to gather the clan members?" But in a moment, he heard the movement with everyone.

The black shadow fell from the sky.

A sudden "Ah" scream sounded in front of him, and Cheriji's figure fell down there. A feather arrow was inserted into his shoulder, and blood gushed out, dyeing half of his shoulder red. Qiang soldiers from far and near stood in a daze for a moment, and only reacted after a while, warning shouts. The clan's personal guards ran towards this side. Cheriji struggled to get up from the ground, grabbed the arrow shaft and pulled it out with some flesh, and threw it on the ground.

"Kill that Han man! Kill him"

A hysterical roar came from him. He finally showed wisdom in front of the Qiang with the plans he learned from the Han people, proving that he was much better than them. However, his reputation was still too late to be presented... Cheriji disheveled his hair, staggered out a few steps, pulled up the big knife on the ground and pointed it over, with red eyes, gritted his teeth: "Take the Han people's corpse and hang it in the mountains to feed the wolf!"

"Sister Li, Ba Meng brings your warriors with me." Zhan Bu waved a short sword of the Qin Dynasty that he had just obtained. At this time, he was wearing military uniforms and looked like a leader. The dozens of Qiang soldiers who rushed out with him were all equipped with armor and weapons. No matter what, avenging his chief was still a matter of duty.

Step by step

Dozens of feet ran, and as they narrowed the distance of the hills, a slope also appeared in sight. "That person is still there! The Han people are so brave, kill!" Zhanbu waved his sword and pointed at the Han cavalry above and said the last sentence. He bravely stood on the hillside first, and the next moment, he stood there.

Sister Li, Ba Meng waited for dozens of people to follow closely, and the steps he had taken had stopped suddenly and stopped. The gentle wind blew across the mountainside, and the forest was rustling. The knight on the opposite side had gray hair and white hair, wearing brass armor, with green-faced and fanged beast heads and arms. When the wind came, the long beard moved slightly, and a large bow slowly raised from the other party's hand.

In the woods behind him, dense black shadows revealed the people, and the outline of the war horse was like millions of hungry wolves lurking at the group of Qiang people rushing up. Sister Li took a step back, and her hair stood up one by one on his back, spreading to the back of her neck, feeling cold.

"It's the Han army..." He murmured in a low voice, and Ba Meng, who was beside him, suddenly turned around, ran downward, and shouted: "Run away."

The moment the sound burst out, the string sound on the opposite side was louder again. After the running figure was about to light, the body of the cloth was covered with arrows and fell down. Sister Li ran wildly, and her shaking eyes looked back from time to time. In the bright sky, the man was holding a phoenix-mouthed knife and his horse's hooves slowly stepped out. A vigorous and loud voice sounded on the hill: "...... Men, the Qiang people colluded with the Qin people to touch the mountains and rivers of my great Han, what should we do if we wait for the Han family!"

"kill!"

Countless gathering sounds were like thunder thunder exploded on a sunny day. Looking at the dozens of Qiang people running below, they felt the horror of the earth dragon turning over, and they were shaking. The sound of horse hooves behind them suddenly came. The head of the knife was arc-shaped, and the blade with a thick back flashed out a devouring light. The Han general rushed up and cut the pull into two pieces. While throwing his upper body high, more Han cavalry rushed across the hillside and spread down. Countless churning horse hooves hit the earth like a sudden rain, rolling up large pieces of smoke and dust, and rushing down.

"My mother...save me"

Sister Li ran wildly with tears in her eyes. When she saw half of her body flying into the sky, she was almost scared to cry. She threw the heavy shield and bronze sword in her hand to the ground, trying hard to distance herself from the Han Qi who was rushing down from behind.

It's already a little late at this moment.

As time pushed forward a little, Telji, the tribe in the wilderness, was asking his tribe to bandage the wound. He spat on the ground, then raised his eyes and looked over there: "They are so slow to wipe the cloth." As soon as he said, he saw dozens of Qiang people in the distance suddenly turning to the bottom of the mountain. A faint sound of shouting sounded. It was already blurred when he reached this place, but there was a slight tremor at his feet.

The next second, Cherigi widened his eyes and made a dry sound from his throat. A black scattered cavalry dust rushed down from the other end of the hillside, pushing the tribal warriors who were still fleeing wildly.

One person...two...four people... dozens of people disappeared under the tumbling horse's hooves in a blink of an eye, and scarlet flesh and blood were paved on the route of the cavalry along with some unknown limbs. Cherigi turned around madly, and the sound of holding his throat roared out at this moment.

"It's Han people! The Qiang warriors, kill them..." His words were covered by another sound of horse hooves. On the other side of his vision, the sky was shining fiercely. In the dust smoke, the iron hooves broke into the ground. A general with a ring-eyed leopard head stood up with a snake spear, and behind him was a torrent of black iron armor swept over and penetrated into the crowd.

Boom boom boom boom

Two huge waves in different directions almost shattered the earth's tremor, and the figures of humans fell down like crops in the sickle of farmers. Blood and flesh kept trampling and splattering in the gap between the charge horses.

"I am from Yan, Zhang Fei!"

With a loud shout, the Snake Spear pierced into the person's chest and then threw it away. Below the falling trajectory, the iron cavalry swept over like a wave of water. A Wuwu Qiang chief commanded the Qiang people in the tribe to block the speed of the opponent's advance. At the moment of opening, an arrow flew past countless moving heads and shot directly on his neck. With a bang, he fell off the horse, and was then trampled into pieces by the countless horse hooves that rushed to the clan, and finally turned into a complete meat paste.

The 60,000-strong field was forced into two cavalry. After a sudden battle, the people in the rear had not yet reacted to what had happened. The direction of the enemy had been divided by the iron cavalry. They had no sense of military discipline. They usually had a small-scale battle and fought bravely. Once they were enlarged to such a huge battlefield, the crowded and disorderly formations and their different tribes could not form a unified command. Most of them wanted to withdraw, but were pushed back by the tribes who didn't know what was going on in the rear and faced the stabbing gun forest.

"Walk"

A moment after the front line contact, Cheriji had already seen the chaos, so he chose to abandon the 60,000 people who had finally been pulled up and flee to the west. The Qiang tribe army behind him was also attacked from different directions by the Han army that followed him, and completely collapsed. Large areas of Qiang people also began to escape at this moment, drilled into the mountains and forests, and some put down their weapons and surrendered on the spot.

Some large Qiang people were always stared at. Even though they ran out of the battlefield, they were targeted by the county soldiers from various counties ambushed in the forest. As soon as the people ran into the woods, they were trapped in a new massacre. The sticky blood was almost dyed red and the woods were covered with soil.

Going north, some Qiang people shook their heads and chased after them, rushed into a mountain field. Dead branches and leaves kept making broken and crisp sounds under their feet. The mountain field stretched out, and on a rock with a wide view, Zhou Yu, wearing a blue-clothed white robe, waved his hand, and ambushed the forest field and stood up and lit the rocket.

Countless bright fireworks flew out from all sides, nailed to the dead branches laid under the feet of the Qiang people. When the screams sounded, a large number of open fires burned, directly surrounding the fleeing Qiang people. The skins and wooden armor on their bodies were originally flammable. Soon, in the huge fire, the screams of hundreds of people gathered together.

Cherigi, who was fleeing westward, ran wildly in the mountains and climbed to a higher position. Looking down at the battlefield below, the battlefield of 60,000 people was hard to describe. The divided crowd was like cattle and sheep waiting to be slaughtered. Wherever the two cavalry and some infantry fought together, they were shocking blood.

The huge blood marks left on the earth pierced into the bottom of Cherigi's eyes, and he trembled all over his body while pinching the hilt of the knife. "I still have a chance to go back and summon tribal warriors, and that outsider will come to help..."

However, not long after, a soldier of more than 2,000 people was waiting for him in front. Although the other party was mainly cavalry, he pointed his bows and arrows one by one.

Gongsun Zhi rode on Jueying's back, too lazy to see the other party's gritting teeth, and tied the reins and waved his hand: "Anyway, I can't understand what they say, don't waste time and kill them."

Buzz

The dense arrows were stringed out, covering the past.

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