Somewhere on the grassland, in the camp of the leader of the Alata tribe, Alat's face was full of worry, and he didn't know what he was thinking about.

At night, he had a nightmare. From the moment he woke up, he felt extremely uncomfortable. This feeling made him unable to calm down for a long time.

"Could it be that something happened to Xinar?"

Apart from this, he couldn't think of anything else.

At this moment, Alat suddenly noticed that the ground seemed to be shaking, and his expression suddenly changed.

"A large number of people are approaching!"

"Xinar and the others?"

"No! How long has it been since they left? How could they come back so soon?"

"It's the enemy!"

When Alat rushed out of his tent, it was too late.

I saw a large number of unfamiliar people in the distance rushing directly into the camp of their Alata tribe. A quick glance at the number of people showed that there were over a thousand people!

After Shinar took away 700 men and horses, the hundreds of men and horses left in the Arata tribe were unable to compete with them. Arata's face turned pale, and his entire face had lost half of its color.

Where did these people and horses come from? Who else on this grassland can assemble such a force!

"Brothers, leave no one behind, I will kill them all!"

At this moment, a rough shout came, and when Alat saw the man clearly, his expression suddenly changed.

"It's Du Ri De!"

Alat's face was filled with disbelief. How could a mere horse thief leader have so many men under his command?

Didn't Shinar say that in the previous battle, the horse thieves under Duzhide also suffered heavy losses?

So where did the thousands of men and horses come from now? Even when he was at his peak, he didn't have such a number of men and horses, right?

Although there were still some troops left in Alata, the number was not very large. In addition, the attack came suddenly. Even if Alata had the intention to organize a counterattack, it would be unable to save the day.

"The leader of the Alata tribe is over there!"

Alat's heart twitched when he heard this voice, and he quickly drew out his weapon and got on his horse. When he was young, he was also the first warrior in the tribe, but now he was old. In addition, after becoming the leader, he had many

I haven't used force with anyone in years.

Now facing Duzhide who was charging towards him, Alat was determined to parry the opponent's attack, but his old body was sluggish.

The ruthless sharp weapon penetrated directly through his body, and then he fell heavily to the ground.

At this moment, Duzhide, who was riding on horseback, looked down at Alat, who was lying on the ground and vomiting blood. For a moment, his mood was a little subtle.

This is the leader of the Alata tribe. Before this, he had never thought of such a big

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This character will die in his own hands one day!

"Who is it? Who ordered you to do this?"

A large amount of blood overflowed from the wound. The loss of blood made Alat's old body become colder and colder, and he gradually lost his intuition, but he still struggled and asked Duzhide his questions.

Faced with this question, Duzhide sneered twice and said, "You are almost dead, why do you know so much?"

Before he could finish his words, Duzhide, who had turned over and dismounted, struck Alat again without hesitation. The fatal blow pushed Alat completely into the abyss of death.

Looking at the body that fell in the snow and quickly turned cold, Duzhid reached out and took out a piece of broken animal skin from his arms, then squatted down and forcibly opened Alat's clenched fist.

With his hand, he stuffed the broken piece of animal skin into his palm, and then controlled his fists to clench, creating a scene of Alat holding the piece of animal skin desperately before his death.

Finally, he looked back at the Alata tribe, which was already littered with corpses, and Duzhide shouted loudly.

"Whether they are dead or not, please give me more supplies. Take away all the bodies of cattle, sheep, horses, and your own people!"

The Alata tribe, one of the six major tribes in the Tangtang Grassland, experienced the baptism of the blizzard, and was taken advantage of by thousands of people headed by Du Ride.

In the blink of an eye, it was destroyed.

Snow battlefield.

At this time, Shinar was in the middle of a fight with Klei. At this time, he did not know that the Alata tribe had been destroyed by Duzhide, and his father had also died.

Even if he returns now, what he has to face is a dragnet specially prepared for him.

The two waves of men and horses from both sides were fighting fiercely. A horse thief took advantage of the chaos and tried to grab a bag of grain. While the other party was fighting for it, he missed and tore a hole in the sack containing the grain.

Then in the next second, a scene that almost made him feel desperate happened. What spilled out from the mouth of the sack was not the food they expected at all, but large tracts of silt!

More than one person saw this scene. In an instant, the impact on the grassland people who came to plunder food was undoubtedly huge. Many grassland people who had already grabbed a bag of food, their first reaction was to quickly tear open the bag of food.

Mouth sack, see what happens.

The next moment, the expressions on their faces fell into a dull state.

"Sand...all sand!"

"This is the Xia people's trap!"

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!!"

A few overstimulated prairie people simply grabbed a handful of sand and stuffed it into their mouths. After chewing a few mouthfuls, they fell into a sluggish state.

Desperate roars came from the mouths of these horse thieves. It turned out that the food they desperately grabbed was only half the amount.

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It’s just bags of silt!

In just a few breaths, the news that the grain bags were full of silt had already spread throughout the snowy battlefield, and Xinar, who was fighting with Kled on the side, naturally heard the truth.

"sand?"

Shinar's heart skipped a beat. Thinking of the two waves of Xia people's ambushes, Shinar now clearly realized that he had fallen into the opponent's trap.

"Retreat! Retreat!"

If food cannot be snatched, then this battle is meaningless to the prairie people.

After confirming that the bags of grain he grabbed were all filled with sand, Xinar directly threw the bags of sand at Kled, and then quickly escaped while Kled was avoiding it.

Kled, who dodged the attack, saw that Xinar had already run away with the men and horses of the Arata tribe, and did not pursue it.

After all, the load of the cavalry is much higher than that of the light cavalry, and chasing the enemy is not their specialty. Also, their purpose this time is to cover the food transport team to transport food, not to fight with this gang.

The prairie people fight to the death.

Thanks to the efficiency of the sled in transporting food, in nearly a month, the food delivered by the food transport team has basically filled the granaries of the two prairie cities. When the city gates are closed, what can these prairie people do to them?

Sample?

In this way, Silan and Kled naturally signaled their cavalry to set up a cordon and then ordered people to clear the battlefield.

Zhou Tong felt a little depressed. Originally, he wanted to compete with Xinar in this battle, but unexpectedly, Xinar was intercepted by Kled.

Zhou Tong, who was feeling depressed, could only lead his cavalry to charge back and forth. After several rounds, he beheaded many people, which was an outstanding achievement.

And at the same time, on the other side.

Compared with Silan, Kled and others who were able to handle the situation with ease, after this, the grassland people were undoubtedly deceived. Not only did they not get half a grain of food, but they also lost so many people.

Shinar returned to the Alata tribe with the surviving troops under his command. Along the way, his state fell into decadence.

Xinar, a famous warrior on the grassland, ended up losing two battles in a row after encountering these Xia people.

Just when he was so upset, the strong smell of blood blowing in the wind made him frown.

Although they had just finished a fight with the Xia people, they were all covered in blood, but when they were riding war horses, the smell of blood was blown backwards. How could it be possible for Xinar, who was walking at the front of the team?

How about the smell of blood that is almost so strong that it rushes to people's faces?

Shinar sniffed subconsciously, and then a strong uneasiness arose in his heart.

"Speed ​​up!"

Shinar suppressed the uneasiness in his heart and led his troops to speed back to the Alata tribe.
Chapter completed!