Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
The person who killed Tuli was, of course, Yan Liqiang!
After leaving the Wind Border Stockade, Yan Liqiang rode tirelessly over a hundred li to reach the Tuli Tribe’s camp. As Yan Liqiang expected, their arrival had indeed caught the Tuli Tribe by surprise.
The Tuli Tribe was totally defenseless when Yan Liqiang arrived. They didn’t even have any patrol guards on duty. The camp that was set up by the small river was just as vulnerable as a woolless sheep before Yan Liqiang’s cavalry.
The sun was setting right now. It was dinner time for the people in the camp and smoke could be seen rising from the tents.
The biggest tent in the Tuli Tribe was located on a small hill in the area. The Tuli Tribe’s flag could be seen fluttering in the air on the flagpole outside the tent, so it was very easy to spot the tent. After locating the Tuli Tribe’s big tent, Yan Liqiang barged into the camp with his men without hesitation.
Everyone in the Tuli Tribe was dumbfounded. Their camp was close to White Stone Pass, far away from the battlefield between the Shatu people at the Gulang Plains and the Black Ram Tribe. Due to long decades of peace, no one in the tribe including the chief expected the Han Chinese cavalry cowering in White Stone Pass to suddenly appear in their settlement to exact bloody revenge by massacring them. Tuli and his son didn’t even believe Pilia who managed to escape back to the Tuli Tribe to warn them that Yan Liqiang and the rest had appeared on the Gulang Plains. They thought Pilia was spouting nonsense from being too drunk.
However, God didn’t give the Tuli Tribe many opportunities…
When they started killing, Yan Liqiang didn’t even know who he had killed with his iron lance earlier. When he saw that person dragging someone out from the big tent, Yan Liqiang just assumed he was an important figure in the Tuli Tribe from the attire he was wearing so he made his move. However, he knew who Tuli was exactly when he killed him due to the special headdress he wore.
Yan Liqiang lifted Tuli’s dead body high up in the air with his iron spear while he was riding on his steed so that everyone could see. Then, in Shatu language, he announced loudly, “Chief Tuli is dead! Those who kneel and surrender shall be spared. Kill those who dare to resist…!”
Yan Liqiang spoke from his diaphragm, so his voice resonated like thunder. Nearly half of the people from the Tuli Tribe heard him. The Shatu people who rushed out of their tents after hearing the commotion looked in the direction of the big tent and happened to see Tuli’s corpse which was hanging from Yan Liqiang’s iron spear. Many Great Han Empire military flags were seen fluttering in the distance too. With these two scenes appearing in the same picture, the Shatu people were instantly terror-stricken.
Screams and slashing noises could be heard in all directions. Chaos was everywhere. Smoke was rolling from the burning tents in the distance. In addition to Chief Tuli’s corpse hanging from the spear, no one knew how many Great Han Empire soldiers were here. Under such circumstances, only one thing popped into most people’s minds — escape!
The Shatu people would usually behave very boldly and fearlessly if they were up against the weak. However, as soon as they knew their opponent was powerful, they wouldn’t even feel ashamed to run for their lives.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh…!
A torrent of arrows rained down, instantly killing seven or eight Shatu attendants and guards who rushed out of the big tent’s entrance. Xiong Gungun charged to Yan Liqiang’s side with a troop of guards on their rhinodrake steeds. The Shatu attendants and guards who were charging toward Yan Liqiang had been taken care of before he even needed to do anything.
“My lord…!” When the guards saw the corpse hanging from Yan Liqiang’s spear, each and every single one of them looked at him with eyes filled with respect, as though Yan Liqiang was the reincarnation of the God of War.
“Don’t mind me. I’ll stay here. Don’t let the Shatu people in this camp band together! Scatter them and kill them…!” Yan Liqiang immediately issued an order to Xiong Gungun and his men.
“Understood!” Xiong Gungun looked at a group of Shatu people who had mounted their rhinodrake steeds in the distance. With a wave, he led his men in that direction and rained down another torrent of arrows from fifty or sixty meters away, shooting down the Shatu people who had just mounted on their steeds.
Yan Liqiang kept Tuli’s corpse on his iron spear as he spurred Snowstorm Cloud around the big tent on the small hill so that everyone could see that the chief of the Tuli Tribe was dead and dangling on his spear like a rabbit.
Tie Yunshan, Wang Naiwu, and Peng Zhaohan each led their own groups to assault the Tuli Tribe’s camp. Everywhere the three troops went, any Shatu people that were still moving would be slain or shot mercilessly. This was particularly true for Peng Zhaohan who was leading several hundred young men from the Wind Border Stockade, as their hatred toward the Shatu people in the Tuli Tribe was deeply ingrained in their bones. They showed no mercy to any of the Shatu people who appeared before them, regardless of their gender and age. They also carried pine oil with them, so while killing, they also set the Tuli Tribe’s tents on fire, thus creating a huge commotion…
The five hundred cavalry archers that Yan Liqiang led were divided into five teams. They weaved in and out with each other in the open space in the middle of the Tuli Tribe’s camp, while launching deadly arrows of revenge at the tribespeople like a violent gale. As soon as the people from the Tuli Tribe got on their horses and banded together, arrows would come flying at them like raindrops, forcing them to scatter and flee…
For a group of unorganized normal people to encounter an organized army, they would inevitably be slaughtered even if they had the upper hand in numbers. The situation that unfolded before their eyes served as the best proof for this statement.
Regardless, the Tuli Tribe was still a large Shatu tribe around this area. At a critical time like this, they could still put up some resistance. Just when many Shatu people that had banded together were killed or scattered, another group of Shatu people quickly organized themselves. When they saw Tuli lifted by Yan Liqiang’s spear, they bellowed in rage as their eyes turned blood-red. Without even thinking, they charged toward Yan Liqiang.
Upon seeing nearly a hundred Shatu men rushing at him with red eyes, a cold smile appeared on Yan Liqiang’s face. He flicked the iron spear in his hand to shake off Tuli’s corpse, then charged at the group of Shatu men on Snowstorm Cloud…
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh…! More than ten archers among the Shatu group drew their bows at Yan Liqiang together when they saw Yan Liqiang charging toward them.
“KILL…!” Yan Liqiang’s yell resonated like a summer thunderclap. As soon as his voice fell, the iron spear in his hand transformed into hundreds of blossoming spear flowers. It shrouded him and Snowstorm Cloud like a windmill, protecting them. The arrows that the ten Shatu archers shot were instantly crushed by Yan Liqiang’s spinning spear. None of them even grazed Snowstorm Cloud, let alone Yan Liqiang.
Yan Liqiang then rushed into the incoming Shatu troop alone. With just a sweep, his iron spear drew blood from four Shatu men charging toward him. It broke their bones and knocked them to the ground from their rhinodrake steeds!
The spear flowers turned into blood flowers that bloomed around Yan Liqiang…
