C47

Amidst the biting cold wind, Yang Lin brought over ten thousand cavalrymen and galloped their horses madly in the snow. The rumbling sound of the horses' hooves practically echoed throughout the entire snow plains. Although there was no sun, there was no snow. The hooves of more than ten thousand war horses were clearly imprinted in the snow.

Tang Qing spurred his horse to's side and whispered to him. As Dian Wei and Xu Zhu had fought to their hearts' content and did not retreat from the fresh inferior's tribe, Tuo Huaigen, who had rushed over, quickly caught up. Yang Lin could only lead all the riders to the west to escape from Tuo Huaigen's pursuit.

"How far are we from fresh inferior?"

"Less than a hundred kilometers."

Seeing that fresh inferior's tribe had been massacred, Tuo Huaigen was fuming with rage, and chased after Yang Lin with his cavalry. Now that the fresh horse that Tuo Huaigen was leading was getting closer and closer, Yang Lin could not help but become a little nervous. If not for the stamina of the black horse they were riding on, they would have already been caught up by the fresh inferior.

"Brother Yang Lin, just go all out against fresh inferior."

Zhang Fei said angrily, running away like this, Zhang Fei had long since been unwilling to do so. But Yang Lin knew, there was a ten thousand people leading the cavalry that Tuo Huaigen was leading, if they were to fight with Tuo Huaigen head on, his own troops would not be a match for Tuo Huaigen.

His subordinates were all young and strong, and they were all relying on their brothers Wu Yong to lead everyone in a battle to the death. On the other hand, Tuo Huaigen's riders were all soldiers who had experienced a long battle and there were about the same number of them, if they were to clash head on, there was no chance of victory at all.

is more anxious than us. Let them follow us and run. Let's head south! "

The heavy noise of the war horses breaking their noses broke the silence of the snowy plains, and the continuous rise and fall of the mountain ridges could be clearly seen. These riders were dressed in fresh, humble clothes, with scimitar at their waists, a longbow slung over their shoulders, and dozens of arrows sticking out from behind their shoulders.

"large head, Scouting horse is back."

The fresh inferior who was addressed as large head was indeed Tuo Huaigen. He wiped the snow on his face and looked ahead, and sure enough, in the snow area in front, where the sky and the earth were connected, a dozen or so black dots appeared. However, those black dots were constantly moving forward, and it was quickly possible to see that they were a group of riders.

"Did you discover the Chinese people?"

Tuo Huaigen asked to himself, revealing a trace of a smile on his ice-covered face. His smile didn't stop there, and the ice on his face started to fall down, revealing a snake-like face that was ferocious like a ghost. Even the fresh inferior beside him couldn't help but shiver.

Those people were Scouting horse s of the fresh inferior. They had practically always been behind Yang Lin and the others, and when they saw Yang Lin and the others heading towards the south, they immediately went back to report to Tuo Huaigen. When she saw Tuo Huaigen, she ran over excitedly and shouted loudly.

"Reporting, large head, about thirty miles ahead, those Chinese people suddenly turned around and headed towards the south."

"Hahaha …"

Tuo Huaigen laughed madly, causing the snow on his body to fall and roll down. When he heard that the Chinese had gone south, he was indeed very happy. At last, the Chinese no longer dared to run westward. As long as he followed them closely, he was not afraid of them flying into the sky.

"Father, will they run back and attack our tribe?"

Tuo Huaihu became smarter after getting whipped. Those Chinese people were very insidious, maybe they just faked a shot and ran back to attack fresh inferior's tribe. He looked at Tuo Huaigen's wild and complacent laughter and immediately opened his mouth to warn him.

"It's possible."

After hearing what Tuo Huaihu had said, Tuo Huaigen was shocked, and immediately stopped laughing. Currently, there weren't many men who could ride their horses and fight in their own tribe. If the Han people suddenly turned around and returned, the entire tribe would probably be wiped out.

"These damned Chinese people, this is definitely the idea. Tuo Huaihu, bring five thousand people with you to the tribe. I will bring eight thousand people to chase after them. "

"Father, they have more than fifteen thousand people. You only have eight thousand people with you, is that alright?"

"Hmph, eight thousand people is enough." Those damned Chinese, they only know how to trick. If they were to fight head on, they would not be a match. "

"Alright, I'll go back first."

"Let's go!"

The pair of huge iron hammers were raised towards the sky, and the more than ten thousand cavalrymen behind him howled in unison, insolently shouting out. They raised their horsewhips high into the air, fiercely smashing them down while letting out a crisp sound in the air.

Suddenly, the wind stopped blowing crazily. A hawk flew from the pale sky and glided past the distant horizon, a team of eight thousand riders, scimitar and Longbow Knights quickly headed towards the south from the north. The rumbling sounds of the horses' hooves mixed with a few chirping sounds echoed continuously in the vast snowy plains.

Tuo Huaigen twisted his butt and flexed his paralyzed body. From time to time, a fierce light flashed in his eyes. Perhaps he was really old. It was rare for someone of his age to roam the desert, and chasing after him for such a long distance had drained most of his energy.

"large head, Scouting horse is back."

"Phew …"

Tuo Huaigen pulled the horse reins and the horse let out a long hiss. Its two front hooves leapt into the air, and the entire Cavalry slowed down. The few Scouting horse s rushed over, but before they even arrived, they were already shouting loudly.

"large head, those Chinese people suddenly turned around and headed towards the east. They seem to be heading towards our tribe's camp."

"Ah …" These treacherous Chinese people truly had this idea. Fortunately, I sent Tuo Huaihu back first.

"Still another fifty kilometers."

"Chase after him!"

Tuo Huaigen shouted as he swung the sledgehammer in his hands forward. The sound of rapid hoof steps could be heard in the snow, causing the earth to shake as well. Over eight thousand riders followed closely behind Tuo Huaigen, turning their horses around as they chased towards the east.

A burst of oppressive yet intense hoof sounds came from afar, like a drum beating on the hearts of Yang Lin and the others, everyone's heartbeat also continuously sped up with the sound of the hooves, and a black line appeared in the sky, gradually becoming thicker, with cold glare s flickering from time to time.

"The fresh inferior has finally arrived!"

Yang Lin muttered, at that moment, Yang Lin was actually relaxed, a smirk appeared on his face, and he finally tightened his belt, his left hand held onto a horse blade, his right hand held onto a spear, staring straight ahead. He let out a long breath. Sooner or later, this would happen.

"Da Da Da …"

The sound of the horse's hooves became louder and more urgent, like waves of thunder. It came closer and closer, causing everyone's eardrums to ring. These fresh horse's face turned sinister as they howled harshly. They held long curved blades in their hands and rushed forward with a murderous look on their faces.

The running fresh horse rolled up the snow on the ground, and behind them, rose snow fog s that filled the sky, covering the setting sun in the west. The earth began to shake as well. The galloping horses' hooves were like a drum, pounding the desert heavily. It was as if a war drum had been struck.

"Squeak, squeak, squeak …"

Yang Lin and his brothers couldn't help but to shake as well. Their mounts seemed to have felt the strong fighting intent and raised their heads, letting out waves of hissing sounds. Everyone held their breath, holding onto their spears and sabers, quietly waiting.

"Brothers, kill …"

Yang Lin's long spear pointed towards the sky, releasing a furious roar that shook the heavens, the warhorse beneath him leapt into the air, and rushed towards fresh inferior. Behind him, over ten thousand warriors were shouting in unison. Spears and scimitar s were pointing to the sky, reflecting the afterglow of the sunset. In an instant, the entire east was illuminated.

"Yayo …"

Tuo Huaigen fiercely swung his sledgehammer in the air, causing more than eight thousand fresh horse s to simultaneously roar like a blue wolf. Thousands of scimitar s were raised high into the sky, and countless cold glare s were shot out into the air. Tens of thousands of horse hooves galloped forward, like a flood that was being released.

"Clang, clang, clang …"

The two squadrons of cavalrymen crazily charged forward and the two iron torrents started to madly rush forward, instantly reaching the peak of their speed. The two squadrons of cavalrymen crazily charged forward and the two iron torrents started to rush towards their targets, immediately reaching the peak of their speed.

Countless weapons collided, emitting a clear sound of clanging metal. Following which, miserable screams and shouts mixed together, resounding throughout the entire snowy plains and resounding in everyone's ears. The long, mournful wails that came from the fallen war horses echoed in the vast snowy plains for a long time.

"Kill!"

Yang Lin growled, his hand raised up as he galloped towards a fresh horse. The spear in his hand stabbed forward, the sharp spear piercing through fresh inferior's chest, and pierced right through his back. It was said that the Hu never bathed, and their skin was very thick. It seemed like what he said was wrong. Wasn't this spear gently inserted into the ground?

A failure, a real failure. Due to the two sides being too fast, the fresh horse actually managed to escape with his spear in his heart, causing him to lose his weapon the first time he went up on stage. Fortunately, his right hand was fast enough, so he took his saber. He didn't seem to be at a disadvantage in exchanging a spear for a saber.

Just as he was about to snatch the horse blade from her, a fierce fresh horse rushed forward and raised the horse blade in his hand into the air. That shiny blade light was about to slide down from the sky. Almost instinctively, the saber in Yang Lin's left hand met the light of the blade, and with a "dang" sound, it hurt Yang Lin's eardrums. He did not stop, and the blade in his right hand pierced fiercely into fresh horse's waist.

Looking back, one of the fresh horse's sabers was already close to his throat, that cold light pierced his eyes. Without thinking, he leaned backwards, and that cold light had already passed by the tip of his nose. His left hand retracted his blade and the steel blade cut across the fresh horse's waist. The rider's horse continued to run forward, and the rider on his back was cut in half and fell from both sides.

"Die!"

The ferocious Zhang Fei roared, holding onto the horse belly with both of his legs, he ferociously galloped forward like a horse, the lance in his hands seemed to be unpredictable and the spear in his hands was like a life reaping. Wherever the lance blade went, heads would roll, and blood would flow, and those so-called Xianbei fighters s were just a bunch of lambs waiting to be slaughtered.

Dian Wei's viciousness was a killing intent that seeped out from his bones. His two large iron halberd s were like cutting machines, harvesting the heads of all the fresh inferior s. Facing the continuously charging fresh inferior, he never used a second move. Those heads seemed to have been delivered to his doorstep, with a 'kacha, kacha, kacha' sound, a series of explosions sounded, and one after another fresh inferior corpse fell from their horses.

Xu Zhu, who was rushing in front, was particularly conspicuous in the crowd. The fresh horse who were charging towards him fell down one after another beside him. His entire body was covered with blood. However, he did not care about it. It was as if killing was his pleasure, and he continued to tear and kill.

In Zhao Yun's eyes, Ripping Murder was like an art form. Inside the battle formation, Zhao Yun's spear flew up and down, the spear flowers emitted a cold light. The spear seemed to be following the will of the people as it pierced right through fresh inferior's throat and blossomed with beautiful blood. But Zhao Yun was like a swimming dragon, shuttling back and forth within the formation, as though he was in a place devoid of people.

The fresh horse s who had rushed over were also fearless. They had been through the battle formation for a long time, so they killed without hesitation and didn't hold back in their own lives. Even if their companions continued to fall, they would not retreat. However, they had met their true nemesis today. Under Yan Liang's blade, there was no more souls left, and the fresh horse that had rushed up was hit by his blade. He gently slashed with his blade, and each head fell to the ground.

A sturdy fresh horse actually brandished his spiked club and smashed it towards Wen Chou. It seemed like his strength was immense, to the point that he had to lean his body forward. Wen Chou who was rushing forward suddenly turned his body, allowing the mace that was smashing towards him to escape. With a flip of his hand, the fresh horse's head and the mace flew away together. This was a warrior with low status who had killed countless number of enemies. However, even if he died, he still did not understand who was the one who was able to finish him in a single round.

Pan Feng's mountain ax was lifted high in the air, and then fell down heavily. A snow-like blade light flashed, and fresh horse who had been panicking in preparation for the battle fell down piece by piece, and in an instant, endless howls of pain sounded from the snowy plains. The valiant fresh inferior, in front of Pan Feng's mountain ax, appeared to be extremely weak.

Two of the fresh horse s attacked Yu She from the left and right, raising their weapons and took Yu She's head and waist. Yu She did not move as he grabbed onto the horse belly, the wolf-tooth club in his hand swept out and struck right at fresh horse who was on the left side of his waist. The fresh horse soared into the sky and ruthlessly smashed onto another rider's body.

Amidst the deafening roars, the courage of Han nationality was completely stimulated. Over ten thousand cavalrymen raised their sharp spears and scimitar s, spurring their horses to charge into the formation as intense sounds of killing rose into the sky in an instant.

Yang Lin held the horse reins tightly, and turned his head, using the corner of his eyes to look at his brothers, he felt dizzy and almost fainted from the pain. In a single charge, over three thousand brothers were lying in the snow.

Almost at the same time, Tuo Huaigen turned his head around, his eyes blazing with fire. There were less than two thousand of his eight thousand Xianbei fighters s still following him. There were also those fresh and low war horses that had lost their masters, wandering aimlessly in the snow.

"Kill!"

Tuo Huaigen roared out violently as he raised the sledgehammer high up in the air again. The remaining two thousand fresh horse s charged forward once again. He no longer had a way out. His tribe was right behind him. If he did not kill all of these Han people, his tribe would be killed by them.

"Kill!"

Yang Lin's eyes were blazing with fire, he brandished his two blades and welcomed the incoming attack. They also had no way out. If they did not kill all of these fresh inferior s, they would not be able to save their brothers, and they would not be able to take back their possessions. Even they themselves would not be able to leave this vast snow plains, because the rations they seized from the mounted bandit s would be extremely difficult to support them returning to the Youzhou.

Seeing the fresh inferior s falling down one by one, Tuo Huaigen could not understand why the Xianbei fighters s who were invincible in the grasslands were not even able to withstand a single blow from these Han people. He frantically brandished his hammers, and rushed towards Yang Lin, who was in the lead.

"Die!"

Yang Lin roared, the sword in his left hand had already flown down, and just as Tuo Huaigen's hammers were about to hit him, Yang Lin's blade turned, and the blade cut off Tuo Huaigen's right arm, and the big iron hammer along with his right arm flew out.

Tuo Huaigen let out a tragic roar, that bright red flesh was exposed in the air, the intense pain caused him to almost faint. Yang Lin's horse blade couldn't help but let him take a breather, the sword that was flashing with cold glare flashed in front of his eyes once again, his right hand stabbed into Tuo Huaigen, causing a thick stream of blood to spurt out, illuminating the afterglow of the setting sun.

"You …"

Tuo Huaigen stared at Yang Lin and spat out a mouthful of blood. The sledgehammer in his left hand powerlessly fell to the ground. His pupils slowly dissipated, his snake-like face gradually turned black, and the breath of life quickly disappeared from his body.

"You made me cry, I made you bleed!"

Yang Lin stared at Tuo Huaigen coldly, the endless hatred and anger filling his heart felt like it was being frozen, the corners of his mouth raised into a faint smile, he fiercely pulled out the horse blade in his hand and pulled Tuo Huaigen along as he flew downwards, his huge body was like a bear that fell under the hooves of the horses.