Heavy cavalry are most vulnerable to prolonged battles, as their horses and manpower are consumed extremely quickly. In just half an hour, their defeat was already undeniable, and even their strongest warriors were now retreating.
Anfei, the leader of the Yuelun tribe, began to retreat, intending to seek help from the nearest tribe.
The Yue Lun cavalry desperately held off the White Wolf Knights for an hour before completely collapsing.
This hour is enough time for the leader to lead the capable members of his tribe to leave first.
Women are not killed indiscriminately during battles between tribes.
All Amphitheater needs to do is find helpers, return to defeat the U tribe, and he can reclaim his cattle and pastures.
However, the White Wolf cavalry also followed with their auxiliary troops, like a vicious wolf that they could not shake off, relentlessly pursuing them.
History often repeats itself; this is simply a replay of what happened to the Uda tribe years ago.
A day and a night passed, and the more than two hundred people who had escaped from Yue Lun's tribe were scattered.
At this point, only a few dozen guard cavalrymen remained closely following Anfei.
Under the pursuit and interception of the White Wolf cavalry, An Fei and his group were driven into the Yellow Sand Riverbed. Only then did the White Wolf cavalry slow down, giving An Fei a chance to catch his breath.
Once there, Anfei remembered that he could go directly into the Wu Dynasty along the Huangsha River and find a place to hide.
The Wuda tribe claims to be on good terms with the Wu Dynasty, and out of fear of harming the innocent, they certainly wouldn't dare to start a war within the Wu Dynasty's territory.
His idea was good; if Anfei broke into other towns, Zhao Tingduo would definitely be severely scolded.
Little did he know that at the end of the Yellow Sand River was not a bustling village, but a high stone wall, and on the wall, a long sword gleaming under the blazing fire.
This is a garrison of the Wu Dynasty!
When was there a garrison here?
We must leave immediately!
However, the winding Huangsha River is located deep in the mountains, with rugged mountain roads on both sides, making it unsuitable for horseback riding.
Even if the ice surface of the river is flat, it's not something he can retreat at will.
At this moment, the Wu tribe cavalry, who were following closely behind, had already blocked their retreat.
Anfei gathered his men; he now had over eighty followers and cavalry, but everyone was exhausted and wounded.
After a day and a night of pursuit and several crushing defeats, they lost all courage to fight the Wuda tribe head-on, and their only option was to break through the Broken Gold Pass.
There are villages and towns behind the pass. As long as we capture the people of the Wu Dynasty as hostages, we can return to the grasslands.
When Anfei and his men appeared in the firelight of Suijin Pass, Luo Baihu looked down at the Di people dressed in fur robes and wolf-skin hats and rubbed his hands excitedly: "They're here, they're here, the military merit is here!"
In his eyes, these Di people were walking gold and silver treasures. As long as he made more military achievements, he could be promoted to the sixth-rank military officer, a centurion, and command five hundred soldiers.
Although Suijin Pass is sturdy, it is not actually magnificent, and is even somewhat unremarkable.
It is an inner city gate, two zhang high, spanning both banks, with a bridge archway underneath for flood discharge, serving as both a water storage bridge and a water gate.
Because it spans the river, there are no barricades or moats in front of the pass, and now that it is winter, there is not even any water stored.
Therefore, the flat ground and low walls gave the impression that as long as you got close, you could leap across on horseback.
It was this same illusion that led Yue Lun's tribe to take the final step toward their deaths.
A dozen or so horses charged toward the gate wall amidst shouts.
The speed was slow; it was merely a test.
Luo Baihu, however, did not give him a chance to test the waters.
A drum was sounded on the wall, and more than a dozen archers fired their arrows at the same time. Immediately, shouts and screams erupted from below.
These were all well-trained Zhenbei Army soldiers. After a volley of arrows, all the dozen or so horses that had come to probe the river fell to the ground, occupying most of the river channel.
Anfei and his men had no choice but to retreat out of the arrow's range.
"Chief Anfei, if we go in batches like this, we'll be annihilated by the Wu Dynasty army. Give the order to charge!"
A tribal warrior rushed to Amphit's side, an arrow still stuck in his fur robe.
Now that our retreat has been cut off, if we are trapped under this small wall, we will be shot dead one by one.
Rather than die such a pathetic death, it's better to fight it out.
"good!"
An Fei glared fiercely at Luo Baihu on the wall of Suijin Pass. If he could break through the pass, he would cut off the head of this Wu Dynasty general.
This time, more than thirty horses began to gather their strength, and after a whistle, they all charged towards Suijin Pass.
As long as you get the horse as close to the wall as possible, you can step on its back and leap onto the wall.
If just one person gets on the wall, they can tear a hole in this small barrier.
Under the heavy hooves of the horses, the ice surface of the Huangsha River could not withstand the trampling of dozens of horses and began to crack. The heart-wrenching cracking sound was like a death knell in the underworld.
Thirty cavalrymen surged forward across the narrow river like a raging torrent, covering the sky and reaching within range of arrows in just a few breaths.
"Fire!" A short, sharp whistle rang out, and the archers on the wall didn't even need to aim; they just randomly pulled their bows downwards.
But at that moment, Anfei and his men also drew their bows and nocked arrows, launching a counter-attack.
Arrows rained down from both sides in an instant. Although the Yue Lun tribe was in a sorry state, the tribe's archers were still able to draw their heavy bows.
Two burly men drew their bows, which were much larger than those of ordinary men. With two muffled hums, two arrows shot rapidly toward the wall.
The Zhenbei Army rained down arrows, but no one noticed the arrows flying from among the Di barbarians.
Amidst the screams below, two soldiers on the wall also cried out in agony.
One archer was shot through the shoulder blade and immediately lost consciousness; another was shot in the thigh and pinned firmly to a crevice in the rocks behind him. The archers were thrown into a slight panic.
Just then, a man leaped high from below the wall and rushed towards the battlements, wielding a curved sword that slashed at the guards beside the wall.
"Wang Qi, watch out!"
The garrison soldier was also startled by the sudden appearance of the Di barbarians. He didn't even dodge when the gleaming curved sword came slashing down. He was only able to escape by being kicked to the ground by an old soldier next to him.
Before the Di barbarian who had just leaped up could even rejoice, he was riddled with stabs by several long swords from the wall and fell off the rampart.
After two rounds of probing, the Broken Gold Pass remained undamaged.
Meanwhile, the river channel has been blocked by horses and human corpses from outside the pass.
By the light of the fire on the wall, Anfei could see large patches of brown on the ice—that was blood!
He had seen too much blood in that day and night.
Unfortunately, all that blood belonged to our own sons; not a single drop came from the enemy.
There was no way forward, and pursuers were behind.
An Fei's face was as white as paper, and his whole body was trembling. He closed his eyes and drew his sleeve knife.
A person's breakdown can happen in an instant.
He had once wielded a scimitar, beheading countless Di and Wu people, and faced countless dangers. Today, he finally tasted the bitterness of having nowhere to turn.
When facing death, all the previous pride and strength vanished, leaving only the last vestige of dignity.
He was a hawk on the Dilu grasslands, and he would rather die than be captured and taken prisoner by the Wu Dynasty.
"Amphitheater leader!"
"Chief!"
Several guards noticed something was wrong and rushed over, shouting.
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