Uncle Kui galloped on his horse, lying on its back. In his ears were the whistling wind and the Tatar cavalry approaching from behind, with the thundering sound of their hooves and the wild whistles and shouts.
He didn't need to look back to feel the icy murderous intent biting closely behind him.
Every time he whipped the whip, he felt that the scimitar would chop the back of his neck in the next second.
"Hurry! Faster! Run towards Devil's Rock!"
Uncle Kui roared at the top of his lungs, his voice almost drowned out by the wind and sand.
The Wuhuan men around him, whether they were real cavalry or cavalry disguised as cavalry, were whipping their mounts desperately at this moment, with fear and embarrassment written all over their faces.
They deliberately made the team appear more chaotic, with horses carrying empty salt bags being abandoned in a panic, lying all over the road, becoming small obstacles to the pursuers.
Garen took the lead and followed closely.
Looking at the Wuhuan people in front of him who had thrown away their weapons and were in a mess, Timur's eyes were full of excitement about the upcoming harvest.
He seemed to have already seen the scene of trampling these Wuhuan people under their horses, forcing them to reveal all the secrets, and completely controlling the salt lake.
Garen was so excited that he screamed and kept urging his men to speed up: "Hurry! Catch up with those Karasuma dogs! Chop off their heads! Don't let them get away!"
The two teams, one chasing and the other fleeing, increased their speed to the extreme, like two monsters chasing each other on the grassland.
Suddenly, Uncle Kui's horse turned and entered the Gobi Desert along the edge of the grassland.
Um?
Timur and Galen were only slightly surprised, and then they led their men to chase after him without hesitation.
As we go deeper, the terrain becomes rugged and complex. Huge weathered rock pillars stand like ferocious monsters, and the road becomes narrow and winding among the rugged rocks.
Uncle Kui pulled the reins suddenly, and the warhorse neighed as it turned into an area consisting of countless huge and twisted dark red rock pillars, the Devil's Rock.
The wind-eroded landforms here are extremely unique, with dense rock pillars and narrow, winding passages like a maze. The sunlight is cut into strange spots of light and cast on the ground.
"Spread out! Spread out according to the plan! Get in!"
Uncle Kui gave the order in a stern voice, his voice filled with determination.
The cavalry of more than 500 people broke up into small groups in an instant, like drops of water seeping into the sand, and skillfully drilled into the narrow crevices and passages. Their figures flashed and disappeared quickly among the huge rock pillars.
They abandoned all their disguised baggage and pack horses and moved with incredible speed.
"Sir! They've gone into the stone forest!"
Garen rushed to the entrance of Devil's Rock and looked at the complex rock pillars in front of him that looked like a huge honeycomb, feeling a little hesitant.
This terrain is perfect for an ambush.
Timur also caught up with them, his sharp eyes sweeping over the deadly rock pillars where only the howling of the wind could be heard.
The "ruinous soldiers" in front had completely disappeared from sight, leaving only the dust raised by the horses' hooves that had not yet settled.
An indescribable chill suddenly crept up his spine, and his battle-hardened intuition warned him frantically!
Fell into a trap!
This thought struck his mind like lightning!
"Oh no! There's an ambush! Retreat!"
Timur almost roared, his voice filled with unprecedented shock and anger.
However, it was too late!
The moment he roared, the humming sound of countless bowstrings vibrating violently could be heard from all directions deep in the Devil's Rock!
Buzz!
Like the whisper of death, it instantly drowned out the sound of the wind!
What followed was a rain of arrows that covered the sky and the sun!
It's not an ordinary arrow, but an arrow shot from a compound bow!
With sharp whistles, they shot out from the tops, cracks, and shadows of the towering rock pillars!
The angle is tricky and the force is strong!
“Puff, puff, puff!”
"Ugh!"
"My horse!"
The screams, the wailing of war horses, and the dull sound of arrows piercing flesh and armor instantly broke the deathly silence of Devil's Rock, interweaving into a melody of hell!
Garen Baichang, who was at the front, took the brunt of the attack!
He was trying to command his men to disperse when an arrow at an extremely tricky angle shot out from a crevice on the upper side like a poisonous snake, and with a "puff", it accurately pierced the part of his neck that was not protected by armor!
The ferocity and astonishment on his face froze in an instant. His body swayed and he fell off his horse. His blood instantly dyed the gravel beneath him red.
"Galen!"
Timur's eyes were bloodshot as he watched his beloved general being shot to death.
The guards around him reacted very quickly and immediately raised their shields to protect him.
Dense arrows clanged against shields and heavy armor, sending sparks flying everywhere, but some people were hit by arrows shot from gaps or from below, falling off their horses with screams.
The Tatar cavalry was instantly thrown into chaos!
The narrow terrain made it impossible for them to launch a charge, let alone effectively avoid the rain of death coming from all directions.
The war horses were frightened and collided and trampled on each other. The soldiers looked for cover in panic, but there was nowhere to hide!
"Hold on! Stay close to me! Raise your shield! Defend!"
Timur was indeed a veteran. After the initial shock and rage at the loss of his confidant, he immediately roared and tried to steady his position.
The elite guards around him quickly gathered together, protecting him with their shields and bodies, forming a small defensive circle.
The cavalry that rushed in later also instinctively moved closer to this core.
But the rain of arrows showed no sign of stopping, instead it became even more intense!
Moreover, these arrows seemed to have eyes, and they specifically targeted officers and elite soldiers who tried to organize a counterattack or gather!
Just as the Tatar cavalry were suppressed by the sudden rain of deadly arrows and could not raise their heads, with heavy casualties and their formation in chaos, a louder and more murderous horn sounded suddenly on the grassland behind them!
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