"Enemy attack, enemy attack! Uh..." A herder shouted. As soon as he turned around, he saw this terrifying scene. The cavalry of the brigade was running towards him. The ground was shaking, and the roar was deafening. His heart was involuntarily tightened, and even the beating of his heart gradually became the same frequency as the vibration of the ground.

In less than a moment, just as his screams rang out, the herdsman's eyes widened, and what was pouring out of his mouth was no longer the remaining half of the words that had not been finished, but blood foam. A feather arrow was inserted into his throat, the arrow disappeared, and half of the arrow was left outside, and blood kept flowing down his neck.

The herdsman stretched out hissing sounds, and he was breathing from his mouth. He wanted to say something else, but he could no longer speak. He gasped heavily, but felt the loss of strength in his body, blood foam gushing out of his mouth, and it turned black in front of him. The last scene he saw was the scene of the cavalry rushing.

The cavalry continued to reach out to the arrow bag behind him to get the arrow, his eyes were extremely dull. The Xianbei man he had just shot was so insignificant to him, just like an ordinary and dull housewife killing a chicken. His legs were tightly clamped against the horse's belly, fixed his body, his upper body was still moving, and the bow he had tied up did not tremble at all.

"Bang." A bowstring buzzed, the arrow flew out, and the herdsman who was about to turn around and couldn't get into the heart of a horse without any obstacle.

The bowstrings were constantly shaking. Next to the cavalry, there were many cavalry who were like him, most of whom had their throats cut with one arrow. On the bumpy horse's back, for them, it was no different from shooting arrows on the flat ground, and they were still relaxed and freehand. They were moving forward, and they were also killing people, constantly shooting enemies within the distance and within the sight of the bow and arrow.

The rangers led by Gao Shun are wandering wolves, hunting on the grassland and hunting enemies. Each of them has a skill of riding and shooting that is not inferior to the Xianbei people. When galloping horses are running, they are like the god of death quickly wandering and harvesting their lives. For those herders who are out of reach, they don’t care about them and let them escape to their tribe. This is just the difference between early death and late death. What they need to do is what Gao Shun knows his responsibilities well, which is to prevent some smart people from escaping in other directions without returning to their tribe.

Their target is such smart people, and the fish that escaped after the tribe was broken. Absolute blockade, to block all of this so that information cannot be circulated, so that even in the enemy country, it is like in the backyard of their own home.

Gao Shun raised his eyes and the autumn sun was still bright, but under this sun, the autumn wind penetrated the armor on his body, bringing a hint of coldness. Below the coldness, the green grass dyed with bright blood on the grassland, which looked charming and more crystal clear. He and the rangers on the left and right behind had surpassed Zhang Liao's vanguard camp, but the directions of the two were different. The vanguard camp was directly inserted into the tribe, while they were wandering around.

The Rangers are completely light-fit, and even the armor on them is light-fitting, and they do not carry any heavy weapons. Therefore, they can marche at a fast pace and have almost no troops on the grassland to catch up with them. This is why Lu Bu asked him to clear the battlefield, because he was quick, not only to chase and kill, but even if he encountered a large number of enemies, he could easily escape.

"Puff, squirt." A soldier swung his sword, the sword fell, and slashed obliquely, and a red blood light shone. The war horse flew past, and a corpse fell to the ground next to the grass where it passed.

The sound of slap was not fart, it was the sound of a sabre slashing into the body. The sound of sneering was not the sound of sneering, but the sound of blood splashing back by the sabre. The horse's hooves and blood were scattered next to the road trampled by the war horses in the Forward Camp, scattered corpses and blood were scattered next to the road trampled by the war horses.

The Forward Battalion is the general term for the cavalry led by Zhang Liao. If you dare to be a vanguard and be able to become a vanguard of an army, the soldiers are of extremely high quality, otherwise you will not be able to take the responsibility of being the first in every battle. In fact, this is true. The Forward Battalion is the only heavy cavalry and cavalry in Bingzhou!

It is said to be heavy cavalry, but in fact they only have one more layer of armor than other cavalry. In addition to the cavalry that breaks the formation and assaults, they are also sabers. This is not considered heavy cavalry, but when the light cavalry of Bingzhou occupy 90% and the Xianbei grasslands are all foreign light cavalry, they are already considered "heavy".

The thrust soldiers in the vanguard battalion were the tip of a long spear, so sharp that they could penetrate into a shield and tear apart a hole for the later cavalry to gallop. What they had to do was to keep thrusting like their names, and the thrust soldiers continued to advance, in addition to thrusts and advance! They could not retreat, without wandering, even a wall would hit and knock out a hole!

Their bravery and courage, what they already carry, supports fighting to the end and protruding a bloody road.

The vanguard camp moved forward, with Zhang Liao as the front point, forming a vanguard formation, turning into a rapid arrow. They didn't care, and didn't care about the herdsmen in the distance. They would kill them when they met on the road ahead, and ignored them if they didn't meet them. These things would be solved by the cavalry behind them. They just kept charging and accelerating until they finally broke into the enemy formation.

Thirty miles away, no rain or wind. During the ten minutes of raid, the tribe that the scout discovered had appeared in front of Zhang Liao and the Forward Battalion. When the distance was only two or three miles away, the speed of the entire Forward Battalion suddenly increased, and the accumulated horsepower burst out with all its strength without hesitation at this moment. The speed of the entire army reached the fastest peak.

This is the speed! There is only a fortress and only a strong city that can withstand the advance and charge, but at the end of their charge, there is only an unguarded tribe, and the ending seems to have been destined from the beginning.

The roar and the sound of horse hooves rushing and stepping into the sky filled this small world at this moment. The Xianbei people in the tribe raised their heads in confusion, but saw the clear sky all over the sky, which was not as dense as expected. But when the eyes of them fell, they saw the smoke and dust floating at the end of their vision and the figures on the horse's backs that seemed to be present.

"Enemy attack, enemy attack!" Some Xianbei people shouted loudly, their faces extremely panic.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!