Chapter 150 Uyal's Tactics
Looking at the defenseless Wuda tribe below, like docile lambs.
Abli smiled smugly.
At this moment, he felt deep contempt for Yue Lun's already destroyed tribe.
That idiot knew that the Wuda tribe had turned back, but he didn't take the initiative to attack. Instead, he waited for the White Wolf Cavalry to attack him. As a result, he died with regrets.
Although he was unable to send troops this winter, he was not idle either. He had already sent people to the grassland to search for the whereabouts of the Wuda tribe.
We searched all the way from the Mida River to the Chacha River, and only then did we discover the Wuda tribe who had just moved their camp.
He would not wait for the White Wolf Riders to find him, but would take the initiative to attack in the dark.
If this sneak attack succeeds, the Wuda tribe can be easily swallowed up.
Beside him, hundreds of cavalrymen were ready to go, each one of them with blood boiling and eyes red.
They waited only for the chief's command to charge into the quiet tents below and slaughter them at will.
"kill!"
Abli pulled off the leather belt that bound the horse's mouth, shouted, drew out his scimitar, and rushed down the slope first.
He was not only the leader of the Dongyue tribe, but also a warrior of the tribe.
Under his leadership, the tribal knights swooped down on the Uda tribe like a landslide.
With the help of gravity, the horse's speed is as fast as the wind and unstoppable.
In this situation, almost no one can stop it.
Even if a heavily armored knight appears in front of him, he can be easily knocked away.
The heavy sound of horse hooves first startled the sheepdogs of the Wuda tribe.
Amid the heart-wrenching barking of dogs, the horses in the fence also began to neigh and run in circles.
There were also flashing lights in many tents, shouting, yelling, and shadows of people.
The Wuda tribe, which had been as silent as a picture, seemed to come alive in an instant.
Abli opened his mouth and laughed loudly, the cold night wind blew his hair into a mess, like a mad demon: Even if the Wuda tribe is protected by the gods now, they are powerless to save the situation!
Uyal, my beauty!
It only takes a few breaths for a fast horse to rush from the high bank to the riverside, especially with a diving momentum, it can arrive in the blink of an eye.
Just when Abli's horse was only five horse lengths away from the outermost tent, his hair suddenly stood on end: No, this is not right! It's a trick!
Before he could react, the row of small tents that were already close to him suddenly fell down, revealing a row of wooden frames more than one person tall that were inserted diagonally into the ground, blocking the Wuda tribe behind them.
One end of the wooden frame was buried deep in the ground, while the other end was sharpened and faced diagonally towards the high bank...
This sudden change made Abuli's soul tremble. This was the favorite chevaux de frise of the Wu Dynasty soldiers and a tool specifically used to deal with cavalry.
The Wuda tribe not only has tall and sturdy chevaux de frise, but also appears so cunning and vicious that it is hard to guard against.
Abli pulled the reins hard, trying to make the horse under him turn in a direction.
However, it is impossible to change the direction of a horse charging at high speed.
He pulled desperately, but only moved the horse's head a few inches, and both he and the horse crashed into the sharp wood.
Abli grew up on horseback. The moment the horse hit him, he bent his waist and hung under the horse's belly.
But the horse he was riding was not so lucky. It neighed and hit the wooden stake with its front legs, breaking its leg and collapsing its chest.
Abli was thrown to the ground by the horse. He felt a chill on his legs and could not get up anymore...
Beside him, half of the cavalrymen who followed him were killed and their horses were destroyed, and their wails resounded through the sky.
The remaining tribes were slightly behind, but they were all excellent riders. They pulled the reins to force a turn, and the horses also ran sideways desperately to avoid the circle of wooden spikes.
After losing more than a dozen horses, the Dongyue tribe's sneak attack was completely thwarted.
Abli had just been rescued by a tribesman who rode a horse to avoid a wooden stake. Now he was sitting on the ground, staring at the tragic scene in front of him, unable to recover.
On the wooden stake, a tallow candle as thick as an arm was lit, illuminating both inside and outside as bright as day.
A middle-aged woman in red slowly walked out of the largest tent, protected by a group of guards wearing armor and holding long swords.
Even from a distance of a hundred steps, Abli still recognized her at a glance.
It’s Uyar!
Twenty years have only made her more charming!
Abli's heart seemed to be on fire. He ignored the blood on his legs, stood up suddenly, and shouted to the Wuda tribe: "Uyal, I am Abli! I will get you today!"
After shouting, he pulled off the knight next to him and jumped onto the horse himself.
Even though they were ambushed by the wooden stakes just now, there are still fifty or sixty remnants of the East Vietnamese army. As long as they are reorganized, they will be an extremely strong fighting force.
But before he could run, he saw the guards around the beautiful woman suddenly draw their bows and arrows, aiming at the cavalry outside the wooden stakes and shooting without warning.
At this time, these cavalrymen who were riding on horses and gathered on high places looked like living targets under the candlelight.
As a rain of arrows flew towards him, Abli quickly used his scimitar to protect himself, only to hear screams from the side.
From the tent of the Wuda tribe, countless people ran out holding machetes and sticks.
Without the speed of a horse, even the strongest cavalryman would be pulled off his horse and beaten to death.
Abli turned his head to look at the beautiful woman in red who was standing upright and silent, his eyes full of resentment, but the situation at this time was no longer something he could decide.
Without hesitation, he pulled the reins, turned around and fled, and the others followed him in retreat.
At this time, there were still thirty or forty people following him, and almost all of them were injured.
Abli rushed back to the high bank, and the scene before him made him feel cold all over.
In front of him was a group of cavalrymen wearing white cloaks, standing quietly and waiting for a long time.
Their fluttering cloaks looked like fleeting ghosts under the brilliant starlight.
"None of you can escape today!" A clear voice said coldly with ice chips.
"Are you the young master of the Wuda tribe? You are the son of Wuyal!"
Abli gritted his teeth and said to the leader, I heard that Uyar and Wu Chaoren had a son.
This young man should be it.
The people of the Wu Dynasty were cunning and so was this little bastard. He had fallen into his trap.
"I'm the one who sends you on your way!" Zhao Tingduo whistled and rushed out with the tribal cavalry.
The opponent was the aggressive White Wolf Cavalry, but the morale of the Dongyue tribe was greatly reduced, and they were no match for the well-rested White Wolf Cavalry.
Just one fight and several people were defeated.
When Abli saw Zhao Tingduo rushing towards him, he had only one thought at this moment: ignore everything and escape first. As long as he escaped back to the tribe, he would be saved.
He is a chieftain, and as long as the tribe still exists, he can reorganize the cavalry.
But before escaping, he wanted to kill the bastard.
Abli rode forward and slashed at Zhao Tingduo who was charging towards him: "Boy, prepare to die!"
He is a warrior, his sword is as bright as snow and as fierce as the wind.
Zhao Tingduo was also eager for revenge, and he put all his strength into his arms. When the two horses passed each other, the two swords instantly collided.
"Kang!" Sparks flew everywhere!
(End of this chapter)
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