The war continued, on the vast grassland, it rained lightly, hit the green grassland, the morning raindrops on the leaves continued to converge, slowly condensed into a bright river, with a gust of wind blowing, the grass blades appeared a rustling sound, the raindrops slipped from the leaves, dripping on the ground under the grass blades.

The horse's hooves slammed down and hit the slightly muddy ground, splashing up a large pile of mud that fell to the ground mixed with blood.

"Kill!"

Horba, the warrior of the Krebe tribe, raised his scimitar with great force, and the roar of anger echoed in the grassland, and he chopped off the arm of an enemy who wanted to sneak up on him with his backhand.

Blood splashed out, Horba wiped the blood from his face, and continued to urge the horse forward, he did not have a hood, someone smashed his hood with a mace, he had to take it off and continue to fight, because it had become a burden to him.

He didn't even know if the blood was his own or the enemy's, all he could do on the battlefield was to fight hard, and any rest of the thinking was superfluous.

He lost to Yue Fei back then, and now he is unwilling to lose to Hebula again.

"Kill!"

Horba roared hard again, the light rain could not stop the pace of these warriors.

In the grasslands, killing has always been an eternal theme, and it exists all the time.

The war will start for some simple reasons, the betrayal and crusade of the Kreh tribe, the root cause is the continuous rise of the beggar tribe, so that the Kree tribe feels threatened.

The expansion of the Beggars was also full of bloodshed and killing, and the expedition of the Kereh tribe was also because the Beggars plundered the tribes that depended on them.

War, there is never justice, those high-sounding reasons, just an excuse to go to war, when the two sides are irreconcilable because of the contradictions of existence, war will break out, and then use all means to defeat the opponent.

Holba rushed out with a cavalry like a wind, followed by two teams of 10,000 people, the sound of horses' hooves was extremely dull in the rain, and in order to survive, both sides burst out with amazing combat effectiveness, even if their arms were cut off in half, they had to tear each other's flesh and blood with their teeth.

The wind howled, and collided head-on with the cavalry of the Mengwu Kingdom, the combat strength of the tribe called the Great Ugly by the Mengwu Kingdom was extremely tenacious, and the two 10,000 teams collided fiercely, and the cavalry and horses at the head of the row even knocked to the ground, and countless horsemen rolled down from the horses, and then were trampled to death by the horses.

The brave warrior stooped to avoid the cold light of his opponent, but was hammered on the slam by the hammer of the other man, and the horse continued to charge, unaware that the horse on its back was dead.

Lu Khan put down the clairing mirror in his hand, pulled the waist knife from his waist, and joined the battlefield with two 10,000 people, starting to accelerate from the low hills on the side, and the cavalry of the Kereb who was shouting loudly, from the flank, killed into the Chinese army, like a sharp arrow, directly chiseled through the formation of the big ugly, and after muddying the formation, he began to intersperse and harvest.

The young Tori was also panting on his horses, he led a team of 10,000 people, ate the opponent's light horses, went around the back of the big clown tribe, and commanded the battle with a childish voice, even if he and his father disagreed, but in the war, he firmly carried out his father's battle plan.

And it was done without a hitch.

The hood is not specially customized because Tuoli is the son of Wang Khan, and the slightly larger Hood is put on Tuoli's head, which looks very incongruous, and children of this age should study in the academy, not fight on the battlefield.

Toli successfully dragged the reserves of the Great Clown's department, and took light horses to bite the opponent's reserves, and finally drove the opponent's reserves.

"Father! We won! Tori raised the bow and arrow in his hand and shouted proudly as he completed the two tasks his father had given him.

Destroy the opponent's light cavalry and disperse the opponent's reserves.

Lu Khan smiled with relief, but his mask blocked the smile from his face, and he had never had any disappointment in his child. The two men only had some quarrels after the Krebe.

Lu Khan suddenly frowned and shouted, "Be careful! ”

Behind Tori appeared a caravan of 10,000 horsemen, pacing slowly in the rain, the sound of heavy horses' hooves in the light rain.

Tori shouted in horror, "Disperse! Spread out! ”

The warriors of the Kereb are brave and good at fighting, and the combat effectiveness of an army has always been judged by its execution, and they drove the horses under them as fast as they could, leaving the battlefield.

Even the 40,000-strong army led by Horba and Lu Khan is the same, scattering and fleeing, this is the heavy cavalry and light cavalry alliance of the Mengwu Kingdom, the elite of the elite, the cowardly Xue army.

But the battlefield is always stalemate, and any behavior that wants to get out of the war will expose your back to the enemy. Kill the red-eyed warrior, even if it is death, must be attached to your horse, and want to tear you off and walk with him on the road to the Yellow Springs to the underworld.

Therefore, the 50,000 people of Horba, Lu Khan, and Toli paid a very heavy price in order to get out of the battlefield, and the Kereh tribesmen who ran to the top of the four hills looked around, and only the light cavalry of Toli was the best preserved.

The iron hooves of the cowardly Xue army rumbled, and then they drifted away, and the Kereh tribes who remained in place were smashed to pieces by the iron horses. The surviving Great Clowns left the battlefield with the Cowardly Xue army and headed towards the Mengwu Khan's court in the distance.

Hebul Khan stood under the big sword, looking at the warriors returning to the camp, some mixed feelings, if it wasn't for the rain, the Kereh tribe would have been killed by the cowardly Xue army.

The cowardly Xue army, which was supposed to enter the battlefield with the reserves, was due to rain, slippery roads, and slow marching, which led to the defeat of this operation.

"My dear reply, it was all because of my mistake that the Great Clowns were allowed to face this murderous enemy on their own, and I apologize deeply for this, and I am willing to make amends." Hebul Khan was not a leader who was good at passing the buck, but on the contrary, he took responsibility for the defeat in this battle.

The leader of the Great Clown's Department came to Hebul with the support of others, shook his head and said with a wry smile: "Khan doesn't have to blame himself, before we set off, we didn't expect a light rain, if the rain is heavier, the Kereh Department will not be able to attack, if the rain is lighter, the warriors of the Qiyan Department will also arrive at the battlefield on time, this is the will of Changshengtian."

"I am willing to let the Great Clown tribe all integrate into the Qiyan tribe, we have no warriors to fight, we cannot protect our wives and children, I am worried about the future of our tribe, I am willing to express my submission."