Chapter 495

Inside the Hanar tribe, of course, there are people and horses left to protect the tribal camp.

But this wave of raids came too suddenly.

Coupled with the complete suppression of numbers.

The combination of the two makes the Hanar tribe completely powerless to resist at this moment.

"I found it! The leader of the Hanar tribe is over there!"

Bileg's heart twitched when he heard this voice.

He quickly pulled out his weapon and got on his horse.

When he was young, he was also a famous warrior in the tribe.

But it is old after all.

With gray hair, he has not used force against anyone for many years.

Now facing the one-eyed dragon Buhe who is charging head on.

Blegg was determined to parry the opponent's attack.

But the old body was slow for a beat.

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

At this moment, the one-eyed dragon cloth riding on the horse and the condescending Bileg who was slumped on the ground and kept vomiting blood.

For a while, the mood is also a little subtle.

This is the leader of the Hanar tribe.

Before that, he had never thought that such a big man would die in his own hands one day!

"Yes, who? Who ordered you to do this?"

Large swathes of blood spilled from the wound.

The loss of blood made Blegg's aged body become colder and colder, and he gradually lost his intuition.

But he still struggled to issue his own question to the one-eyed dragon cloth.

Faced with this question, One-Eyed Long Buhe sneered twice...

"I'm dying, why do you know so much?"

Before he finished speaking, he saw the one-eyed dragon cloth who turned over and dismounted and gave Bileg another blow without hesitation.

The fatal blow pushed Bileg completely down the abyss of death.

Looking at the corpse that fell into the snow and quickly became cold.

Cyclops Buhe reached into his arms and found a somewhat broken hide.

Then he squatted down and forcibly broke Bleg's clenched fist.

The broken animal skin was stuffed into his palm.

Then he controlled his fists tightly.

There was a scene where Bileg was desperately pulling the hide in his hands before he died.

Finally, he looked back at the Hanar tribe, which had become corpse.

One-eyed dragon cloth and shouting...

"Whether it's dead or not, make it up for me, cattle, sheep, horses, and the corpses of your own people are all taken away!"

The Hanar tribe is one of the five tribes of the dignified grassland.

After the baptism of the blizzard.

He was also taken advantage of by thousands of troops headed by the one-eyed dragon Buhe.

Destroyed in the blink of an eye...

At the same time, the snowfield battlefield is here.

Battelle, who obviously didn't know about this, was fighting with Brigold in Vietnam.

The two waves of troops on both sides killed even more in the dark.

And during this time, it is bound to fail.

I saw one of the horse thieves trying to take the bag of grain from the horse's back.

In the midst of the rivalry's scramble, a miss, directly tore a hole in the sack containing the grain.

Then in the next second, a scene that almost made him despair happened.

What came out of the sack was not the food they expected at all.

It's a huge patch of sand!

More than one person saw this scene.

At that moment, the impact on the grassland people who came to plunder the food was undoubtedly huge.

Many grassland people have already grabbed a bag of grain.

The first reaction was to quickly tore open the sack to see what happened.

At a glance, the expression on his face fell into a sluggish moment!

"Sand, all sand!"

"This is the trap of the Central Plains!"

"Impossible! It's impossible!!"

A few prairie people who were overly stimulated simply grabbed a handful of sand and stuffed it into their mouths.

After chewing a few mouthfuls, the feeling of the mouth full of sand made their whole spirits collapse.

Angry, desperate howls continued to rush out of the grassland people's mouths.

Just a few breaths.

The news that the grain sacks are full of sand has spread throughout the snowfield battlefield.

Battelle, who was fighting fiercely with Brigold, naturally heard it very well.

"sand?"

Battle's heart skipped a beat.

Then think of the two waves of ambush of the Central Plains people.

At this moment, Battle was clearly aware that he had fallen into the opponent's trap.

"Withdraw! Quickly withdraw!!"

If they can't snatch the food, then this battle is meaningless to their grassland people.

After confirming that the bags of grain he grabbed were filled with sand.

Battelle directly smashed the bags of sand at Brygold.

Then, taking advantage of Brigold's time to avoid him, he quickly got out and left.

Dodge the attacking Brygold.

Seeing that Batel had already run away with the Hanar tribe's men and horses.

Not too lazy to chase.

On the one hand, their archers are much more important than light cavalry.

Chasing down enemies is not their specialty.

On the other hand, it is because of this wave that their purpose is to cover the food convoy to deliver food.

Instead of fighting to the death with these prairie people.

Thanks to the sled's efficiency in carrying grain.

After nearly a month, the grains delivered by the grain transportation team have basically filled the granaries of the three grassland cities.

When the city gate closes, what can these prairie people do to them?

With such a state of mind.

Bai Ze and Brigude naturally signaled the cavalry under their command to set up a cordon, and then began to order people to clear the battlefield.

During this period, Luo Cheng felt a little depressed in his heart.

Originally, in this battle, he wanted to compete with that Battle.

Unexpectedly, the sky is not what people want, that Battelle actually let Brigade intercept it.

What can he do with this?

Luo Cheng, who was depressed in his heart, could only dash back and forth with his cavalry in the end.

These few trips down, but also a lot of beheadings, outstanding record.

Meanwhile, on the other side...

Compared with Bai Ze and Brigude and others who are more comfortable.

In this wave, the prairie people are undoubtedly miserable.

Not even half a grain of grain was grabbed, and so many people and horses were damaged.

At this time, the mood of each one was very irritable.

After retreating.

Battle returned directly to the Hanar tribe with the surviving men and horses under his command.

Along the way, the whole state was a bit decadent.

He Battle, a famous warrior on the grasslands.

As a result, after encountering this group of people from the Central Plains, they suffered two defeats in a row.

For a while, Battelle's self-confidence was also a little frustrated.

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

Although they had just finished fighting with the Central Plains people, they were all covered in blood.

But in the case of facing the wind, the smell of blood is blowing backwards.

How could Battle, who was at the front of the team, be directly blown away by this bloody smell?

As the thoughts flew around, Battelle sniffed subconsciously, and then a strong unease rose in his heart.

"Quick, go back to the tribe!"