"Does that mean... the garrison didn't fight?"
At this moment, Song Liyun was extremely anxious, wondering whether she should hurry back to move and run away, or go to the garrison to help fight the enemy.
Suddenly hearing Xue Zhuang say that the firelight was just for illuminating the campfire, I felt like a punctured balloon.
The tension that had been building in my chest suddenly dissipated to the soles of my feet, making my body sway slightly.
This does explain why the garrison didn't send anyone over.
If there is an emergency drill at night, it will naturally focus on military matters, and no personnel will be allocated to consider the needs of the people.
Actually, only a quarter of an hour has passed since the fire started in the town, and scouts should be coming to check the situation soon!
Xue Zhuang, being a soldier, was very familiar with the orders of the garrison.
He's absolutely right.
At this time, there were indeed no signs of battle at Suijin Pass, but it was not a drill either.
On the wall, Luo Baihu received a message brought back by a scout.
"My lord, ahead lies the defeated Di tribe, numbering nearly a hundred, gathered on the frozen river ten miles away."
The seven or eight people seen on the wall were just scouts from the defeated Di tribe. When they saw the wall suddenly appear, they stopped and waited for orders from the main force.
At this time, the night was dark and the wind was strong. Even if a huge bonfire was lit, it would not be able to penetrate the darkness two miles away.
The guards of Suijin only sent out ten riders to scout out the situation, while the rest were fully equipped and on high alert, ready to launch a sudden attack by the Di tribe.
As time passed, the Di tribe's settlement began to stir.
Everyone seemed to be held in place by an invisible force, forced to slowly move towards the Broken Gold Pass.
Among the crowd, Anfei, the leader of the Yue Lun tribe, covered in blood, was consumed by deep self-reproach.
He was filled with regret at that moment.
When he learned of the Uda tribe's return to the grasslands earlier, he didn't take this matter to heart at all.
He was a witness to the tragic withdrawal of the Uda tribe from the grasslands twenty years ago, and he personally killed a Uda knight.
He was a young boy who had just grown up. The days of pursuit had left him covered in wounds, and due to exhaustion, he had fallen to the back of the group.
When An Fei chased after him with his curved sword and chopped off his head, the boy's still-childish face was filled with fear, and his eyes were filled with confusion and bewilderment.
He probably couldn't understand it until his death: just a few days ago he was herding livestock on the grassland, singing songs, riding horses, and chasing after his beloved girl, how could he be dead now?
Anfei, who was in his prime at the time, just found it funny.
There's a saying in the Wu Dynasty: "The victor is king, the loser is villain."
The emperor's sons would fight to the death for the throne.
On the grasslands, the law of the jungle prevails.
Even docile flocks of sheep will fight tooth and nail for their ewes and for pastures; tribes fight for pastures and women, so what does killing each other matter?
The winner takes everything, and the loser gets nothing—that's just the way things are.
The rise and fall of the various tribes on the grasslands fluctuated amidst mutual killing and annexation.
After the Uda tribe fled the grasslands like stray dogs, the original pastures were naturally divided up among several tribes, with the Yuelun tribe receiving a large summer pasture.
Now that the Uda tribe has returned, it's just that the little brats who escaped their scimitars have grown up.
Then I'll kill them all again, this time eradicating them completely.
The Yuelun tribe was not a small tribe; it numbered five hundred, but had tens of thousands of cattle and sheep.
Besides the herding tribesmen, the Yue Lun tribe also had a fighting force, whose members were well-equipped with scimitars, heavy armor, and arrows.
Normally, there is no need for herding; the warriors are only responsible for resolving conflicts between tribes and dealing with the threat of wolf packs.
Yue Lun's troops spared no expense in supporting these warriors, each one packaged as a bloodthirsty wolf.
Aside from a few major tribes, the Yue Lun tribe has never lost a battle in recent years.
If the Uda tribe dares to come, I can turn that White Wolf cavalry into dead wolves and make the Uda tribe my slaves.
As it turns out, Amphet was too optimistic.
When the White Wolf cavalry appeared next to the tribe, he witnessed what a one-sided massacre looked like.
Both sides were well-trained cavalry facing off, and they began their charge from a distance.
The horses' hooves pounded the ground violently, and the earth seemed to tremble slightly.
The Yue Lun tribe's cavalry dispersed, shouting and waving their scimitars, forming a large net that enveloped the enemy.
If you are trapped by them, you will face slaughter.
Their armor and the arrogant, unrestrained laughter on their faces were enough to prove their formidable fighting strength.
The White Wolf Knights, who were significantly outnumbered, huddled together, their horses' heads touching their tails, their bodies pressed against their horses' bodies, their movements so harmonious that they seemed to have become one.
Led by the leader wearing a red tassel on his head, the fifty horses rolled across the grassland like a snowball and crashed into the Yue Lun tribe's net.
The snowball instantly turned into snowflakes, sticking to the large net.
At this moment, each White Wolf cavalryman found their own enemy.
Instead of using scimitars suitable for slashing, they wielded the swallow-feather swords of the Wu Dynasty.
As the two horses met, the long swallow-feather blade pierced the unprotected neck of the Yue Lun tribe knight in his heavy armor before the waving scimitar could fall.
This isn't a contest of archery or horsemanship; it's simply a test of courage.
If the tip of the Swallow Feather Blade fails to pierce the opponent while running at high speed, these White Wolf Knights will have their skulls cleaved open by the scimitar.
The bright red blood bloomed on the snow like blooming red flowers, a truly shocking sight.
Just after the two horses separated, half of the Yue Lun tribe's knights tumbled off their horses, while the rest were still in shock.
Only a few White Wolf cavalrymen fell from their horses, but they managed to dodge the scimitars thanks to their superb horsemanship.
The startled horse reared up with a neigh, and before the remaining Yue Lun tribe members could rein it in, the Wu tribe's White Wolf Knights had already turned their horses around and silently charged forward again.
The Yue Lun tribe members were also seasoned warriors. After suffering losses and paying a heavy price in the first round due to underestimating the enemy, they used their heavy armor and brute force to firmly entangle the White Wolf Knight.
However, each member of the White Wolf Cavalry possessed superb swordsmanship and excellent horsemanship coordination.
Especially under the fearless leadership of their lead horse, the White Wolf cavalry were like a sharp dagger, cutting and shattering the Yue Lun tribe's cavalry.
At this point, they were not just a few dozen people, but a team of several hundred.
The leader watching the battle felt his hands and feet turn to ice.
He originally thought that dealing with the Uda tribe, who had just returned to the grasslands, would be an easy battle, like an eagle hunting a rabbit.
They could have wiped out the Uda tribe with the flick of their wrist, but I never imagined it would turn out like this...
The Uda tribe was led by fierce white wolf cavalry, and followed by hundreds of auxiliary soldiers, each carrying a long whip and a rope.
Those auxiliary soldiers were all herdsmen who could ride horses, but they could not fight. Under normal circumstances, they could be scattered with just a few charges.
But when they are defeated, these herders, who usually only wave ropes, can also run people over and kill them when they drive their horses into a gallop.
They came to take care of their tribe's sheep.
Anfei knew that he had already lost.
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