Ayemumu said as if using her last bit of strength.
"Why!"
His subordinates sighed deeply and helped him onto the horse.
One of them mounted the horse, holding his body with one hand and pulling the reins with the other, and vigorously spurred the horse on, which then galloped off.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
Arrows rained down, seemingly without end.
Almost every single steel arrow was aimed directly at the head of the Xiongnu cavalryman…
The Xiongnu cavalrymen spurred their horses on, not daring to even turn their heads, for fear that the terrible arrows would pierce their heads.
In just a short while, the Xiongnu cavalry force of four or five hundred men was reduced to less than 100...
"Pursue!"
The commanders of the three detachments did not give the Xiongnu cavalry any chance to escape.
The Imperial Advisor ordered that only one or two people be spared, and the rest be annihilated.
With a motorcycle, chasing after those horses on the grassland is a piece of cake.
Three elite squads, totaling over nine hundred men and 500 motorcycles, pursued the fleeing Xiongnu cavalry in a grand procession.
Soon, the motorcycle team surrounded the fleeing Xiongnu cavalry.
Perhaps frightened by the noise of the motorcycles, the Xiongnu cavalry's horses were startled, causing several Xiongnu soldiers to fall off...
The soldiers didn't say a word; they only retaliated against the Xiongnu cavalry with their actions, reaping heads wherever they could find them.
The soldier sitting on the back of the motorcycle drew his bow, nocked an arrow, pulled the string, aimed, and fired—all in one smooth motion, without any hesitation!
Ayemu, on horseback, coughed up blood and asked his subordinates, "Cough cough... whose troops are these?"
"Commander, forget about it, run for your lives! Giddy up!"
Looking at the soldiers behind him, riding some unknown creature with ghostly speed, his subordinates spurred their horses on, wishing they could grow wings and fly forward...
"Whoosh!"
An arrow pierced his shoulder.
"Armingu, you've been hit by an arrow..."
Ayemu looked at the steel arrow in his subordinate's shoulder. The arrow had pierced through the collarbone and penetrated two-thirds of the body, leaving only a small section protruding from the outside...
Amingu let out a painful and prolonged groan, and slowly collapsed, falling onto the grass.
Ayemumu saw a soldier with bloodshot eyes filled with hatred, who was drawing his bow and aiming an arrow at him.
He gazed at the bow, so exquisitely crafted, and for a moment, he even felt a desire to die by its very hand...
"Don't kill him, tie him up!"
Upon hearing the order from his superior, the Ganchao soldier put down his composite bow.
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