Looking down at the Uda tribe, who were completely unprepared and as docile as lambs.
Abuli grinned smugly.
At this moment, he felt deep contempt for the already extinct Yue Lun tribe.
That fool knew that the Uda tribe had turned back, yet he didn't take the initiative to attack, instead waiting for the White Wolf Cavalry to come knocking on his door. As a result, he died with his eyes wide open in disbelief.
Unable to send troops out this winter, he was not idle; he had already sent people to the grasslands to search for the whereabouts of the Wuda tribe.
They searched all the way from the Mida River to the Chacha River before finally discovering the Uda tribe, who had just moved their tents.
He wouldn't wait for the White Wolf Clan cubs to find him; instead, he would take advantage of the darkness to launch a preemptive attack.
If this sneak attack succeeds, the Uda tribe can be easily swallowed up.
Beside him, a hundred riders stood ready to charge, each one brimming with passion and their eyes bloodshot.
They were just waiting for the chieftain's command to rush into the quiet tents below and slaughter them indiscriminately.
"kill!"
Abli ripped off the leather strap binding the horse's mouth, shouted, drew his scimitar, and charged down the slope first.
He was not only the chieftain of the Dongyue tribe, but also a warrior of the tribe.
Under his leadership, the tribal knights charged down like a landslide, crashing down on the Uda tribe.
With the aid of gravity, the galloping horse is as swift as the wind and unstoppable.
In this situation, almost no one can stop them.
Even if a heavily armored knight appeared in front of him, he could easily be knocked away.
The heavy sound of horses' hooves first alerted the sheepdogs of the Uda tribe.
Amidst the heart-wrenching barking of dogs, the horses inside the enclosure also began to neigh and run in circles.
Many tents also had flashing lights, shouts, yells, and shadowy figures.
The Udabu, which had been as silent as a picture, seemed to come alive in an instant.
Abuli burst into laughter, the cold night wind whipping his hair wildly, like a madman: "Even with the protection of the gods, the Uda tribe is powerless to turn the tide!"
Uyar, my beauty!
From the high bank to the riverbank, a fast horse can reach the river in just a few breaths, especially with its swooping speed, it can arrive almost in the blink of an eye.
Just as Abuli's horse was only five horse lengths away from the outermost tent, he suddenly felt a chill run down his spine: Something's not right here! This is a trap!
Before he could react, the row of small tents that were already close by suddenly fell down, revealing a row of wooden frames, taller than a person, slanted into the ground and blocking the Uda tribe behind them.
One end of the wooden frame is buried deep in the ground, while the other end has been sharpened and is angled towards the high bank...
This sudden turn of events terrified Abuli. These were the chevaux-de-frise favored by the Wu Dynasty soldiers, and were specifically designed to deal with cavalry.
The Uda tribe not only has tall and sturdy barricades, but also appears in such a cunning and vicious manner that it is impossible to guard against them.
Abuli pulled hard on the reins, trying to turn the horse he was riding in a different direction.
However, it is impossible to change the direction of a horse charging at high speed.
His desperate pulling only managed to turn the horse's head a few inches away, before both man and horse crashed into a sharp log.
Abuli grew up on horseback, and the moment the horse collided with him, he bent over and hung under the horse's belly.
The horse he was riding was not so lucky. It neighed and its front legs crashed into the wooden stake, breaking its leg and causing its chest to cave in.
Abuli was slammed to the ground by the horse, feeling a chill on his legs, and he couldn't get up anymore...
Beside him, nearly half of the cavalrymen who charged down with him were killed or their horses broken, their cries of agony echoing through the sky.
The remaining tribes, though slightly less advanced, were all skilled horsemen. They pulled on the reins and forced their way around, while the horses desperately darted diagonally to avoid the circle of wooden spikes.
After losing more than a dozen horses, the Dongyue tribe's sneak attack was completely thwarted.
Abuli had just been rescued by one of his men as he rode away from the stakes. Now, sitting on the ground, he was still in shock at the horrific scene before him.
On the wooden stake, a thick tallow candle was lit, illuminating both sides as bright as day.
A middle-aged woman dressed in red slowly walked out of the largest tent, protected by a group of guards in armor and wielding long swords.
Even from a distance of a hundred paces, Abuli recognized her at a glance.
It's Uyar!
Twenty years have only made her more charming!
A fire burned within Abuli. Ignoring the blood streaming down his legs, he suddenly stood up and shouted at Uda, "Uyar, I am Abuli! I will have you today!"
After shouting, he pulled off the knight next to him and mounted his horse himself.
Even though they were ambushed by the wooden stakes earlier, the remnants of the Dongyue army still number fifty or sixty. Once they are reorganized, they will be a formidable fighting force.
Before he could even run, the guards around the beautiful woman suddenly drew their bows and arrows, aiming at the cavalry outside the wooden stake, and released the arrows without warning.
At this moment, these cavalrymen, who were on horseback and gathered on high ground, looked like live targets in the candlelight.
Arrows rained down, and Abli quickly used his scimitar to protect himself, only to hear another chorus of screams around him.
From the tents of the Uda tribe, countless people ran out wielding curved knives and clubs.
Without the speed of a horse, even the strongest cavalryman can be pulled off his horse and killed.
Abli turned his head to look at the beautiful woman in red who stood straight and silent, his eyes filled with resentment, but the situation was no longer something he could control.
Without further hesitation, he pulled on the reins, turned tail and fled, with the rest of the men following behind him in retreat.
There were still thirty or forty men following behind him, almost all of them wounded.
As soon as Abuli rushed back to the high bank, the scene before him chilled him to the bone.
In front of him was a group of cavalrymen wearing white cloaks, who had been waiting quietly for a long time.
Their fluttering cloaks, under the brilliant starlight, made them appear like fleeting phantoms.
"None of you will escape today!" a clear voice said coldly, tinged with icy sharpness.
"You are the young master of the Uda tribe? You are Uya'er's son!"
Abli gritted his teeth and said hatefully to the leader, "I heard that Uyar and Wu Chao have a son."
This young man must be him.
The Wu Dynasty people are cunning and treacherous, and this little bastard is no exception; I have fallen into his trap.
"I'm the one who's sending you on your way!" Zhao Tingduo whistled and led the tribal cavalry out.
The opposing force was the formidable White Wolf Cavalry, but the morale of the Dongyue tribe had plummeted, making them no match for the well-rested White Wolf Cavalry.
In just one exchange, several people fell from grace.
When Abuli saw Zhao Tingduo rushing towards him, he had only one thought: disregard everything else and escape first. As long as he could escape back to the tribe, he would be saved.
He is a chieftain, and as long as the tribe exists, he can rebuild the cavalry.
But before he escaped, he was going to kill the bastard.
Abli spurred his horse forward and slashed at Zhao Tingduo who was charging at him: "Boy, you're going to die!"
He was a warrior, his blade flashing like snow, his speed as fierce as a whirlwind.
Driven by a thirst for revenge, Zhao Tingduo channeled all her strength into her arms, and as the two horses passed each other, the two swords clashed together instantly.
"Bang!" Sparks flew everywhere!
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