C191 (1/2)
”Of course, my lord, we sincerely surrender.” Ge Wuka immediately shouted, if he hesitated at this moment, it would be a disaster.
Zhang Banxian frowned, then said slowly: ”According to the big man's orders, we have already sent several hundred thousand people to the grasslands to sweep through Urushion, fresh inferior, and I'm afraid your people are currently under attack. If you truly want to surrender, then order all of the Wuhuan Tribe to surrender immediately and help the big sized man to attack fresh inferior. Can you do it? ”
”I am willing to listen to the lord's orders!” Ge Wuka was slightly stunned, then immediately replied. At this point, he would agree to anything. Especially since he could still attack the fresh inferior, that was what he wanted to do.
”Very good!” Zhang Banxian waved her hand and revealed a strange smile, ”Immediately send people to inform the tribes and surrender to the nearest city. ”Also, take your tribe and follow us to the Upper Valley City.”
Zhang Fei led his over six thousand cavalrymen in walking across the snow for two days, but they were not even able to find Wu Huan Mao. All of the rations and grasses he had brought were almost used up, causing Zhang Fei to burn with anger.
Originally, as long as he went to the nearest county, he would be able to obtain dry rations and fodder. But he didn't even think about it, he couldn't lose face in front of the Zhang Banxian. As a result, he kept moving westward until he reached the Great Wall. If it weren't for the order from the Lord General, he really would have crossed the Great Wall and entered the desert.
”Reporting...” Master Sima, we found a fresh and low tribe in front, about one ten thousand people. ” Just as Zhang Fei was walking back in disappointment, the scout suddenly ran over to report.
”A ten thousand people?” Zhang Fei could not help but laugh as he raised the spear in his hand high up in the air. If it was a tribe with only a ten thousand people, then there would be around three thousand riders who could ride on their horses. Brothers, it's time to get rich, let's go! ”
The two cavalrymen that Zhang Fei brought along were the elites selected from the Qingzhou Yellow Scarf's army. The generals leading the troops were Sun Guan, Wu Dun, Yin Li and Song Xiang. As soon as they heard it was time to be rich, their faces broke into smiles, and their eyes began to glow green.
”Ming …”
Just as Zhang Fei and the others were excitedly running forward, they suddenly heard a low and deep voice of a Bullhorn. It was obvious that the fresh inferior had discovered Zhang Fei's cavalry and were gathering their troops. Zhang Fei didn't have time to think, he pointed the spear at the sky and shouted.
”Brothers, we are the undefeated burly officer! This big man is powerful! ”
”The big man is powerful!”
”The big man is powerful!”
”The big man is powerful!”
Blood boiled amidst the shouts, and the soldiers' bodies trembled slightly. The vast grassland created such an impassioned life, causing the eyes of all the soldiers of cavalry of Youzhou to be filled with blood veins. This was a thirst for battle. Having been bathed in blood from countless battles, they had an extremely thirst for battle. Zhang Fei smiled, only this kind of team could sweep across the grassland.
Amidst the continuous ear-splitting sounds of the war horses, the six thousand over Steel Cavalry slowly opened up behind Zhang Fei, releasing a chilling aura that spread across the vast snow plains. The sharp long knife s reflected the cold and gloomy sky, dazzling cold glare s that clouded the azure blue sky.
Right in front of them, a squadron of over three thousand Steel Cavalry rapidly advanced. Under the dark sky, those fresh horse were like ghosts from hell, welcoming Zhang Fei's cavalry.
Zhang Fei's horse shook its elegant mane, raised its head and roared, then shook its head towards fresh inferior. Zhang Fei swept his sharp gaze across the six thousand over warriors with ice-cold eyes. The eyes of the six thousand cavalry of Youzhou warriors immediately became burning hot.
”Rumble …”
”Da Da Da …”
The fresh inferior's three thousand riders dashed through the snow, their curved sabers shooting out countless cold glare s. Their wolf-like howls drifted in the cold wind, and the roar of the earth resounded through the vast snowy plains …
”Kill …”
The long knife s and scimitar raised their heads to the sky as thousands of Knights rushed out crazily. The two iron rivers started to run at full speed. Tens of thousands of iron hooves trampled on the snow, raising the pure white snow high up in the air, instantly forming a thick snow fog.
”Boom …”
”Clang …”
”Aooo …”