When Luo Dacheng led the army past the end of the enemy and turned the horse's head, he saw a long dragon made of torches, which looked like snakes on the ground. The torches that had not yet been extinguished were shining on the corpses of Liao soldiers everywhere. The scene was tragic and cruel.

After this long-distance raid, the two thousand Liao soldiers suffered heavy losses. Many Liao soldiers lost their war horses. After getting up from the ground in pain, Zhang Huang shouted at a loss, raised his steel knife and waved it around, but he didn't know where the enemy had reached.

Luo Dacheng led his subordinates to follow the way back silently. Along the way, they continued to release arrow rain. Any Liao soldiers who could still ride on horses and hold torches high were covered by their ruthless arrow rain, and were shot like hedgehogs and died tragically.

When he rode back this time, most of the torches in the dark had been thrown to the ground. Those holding the torches were either shot to death or killed by war horses, fell to the ground, and threw the torches aside.

In the dark night, a small army rode over, and the Liao soldiers on the horse roared and rushed towards Luo Dacheng under the leadership of Xiao Xing'ang.

Xiao Xing'ang's face was distorted by anger and despair. All these Liao soldiers were pieced together from friendly forces, and now they suffered heavy losses, even if they go back alive, they will be dealt with by military law!

The rain of arrows just now did not hurt him. Now, he took the hundreds of subordinates he could gather and charged quickly and rushed towards the enemy's forward!

In the darkness, the rain of arrows attacked them. The Liao soldiers behind Xiao Xingang screamed and were shot by sharp arrows. They fell to the ground with their men and horses, and the people following him were rapidly decreasing.

When Xiao Xing'ang finally rushed to Luo Dacheng and gritted his teeth and slashed at him, there were only three or five people left behind him. The rain of arrows shot by thousands of people by the divine people was not something that ordinary Liao soldiers could resist.

Luo Dacheng looked cold and rushed forward. He swung his steel knife out. With a loud clanging sound, the two swords collided heavily. Both showed sharp sword auras, and they shone in the darkness.

A huge force attacked from the knife, Xiao Xingang's body shook, and the blood in his chest surged. The next knife directly broke his protective energy, and a severe pain on his shoulder, and the left shoulder bone had been cut off by a sharp blade on the spot. He shouted loudly and collided from the horse.

He gritted his teeth hard, cursed loudly, got up from the ground, and raised his knife to slash Luo Dacheng's horse's legs.

The cold light passed over his head and slashed heavily on his wrist. Xiao Xingang, who had no strength to stimulate the protective energy, was instantly cut off his right hand, and blood spurted out from the place where he cut his wrist.

Xiao Xingang screamed in pain. He threw himself forward, knelt on the ground and cursed loudly. Several herders rushed off their horses, held him hard, tied him up firmly, and tied him to the horse.

Several Liao soldiers behind them rushed up to rescue the commander, but heard the sound of bowstrings sound like heavy rain. Countless sharp arrows shot on them in an instant, and a burst of puffs made them shoot into hedgehogs on the spot, and fell down from the horse with a loud bang.

On the battlefield, screams were heard everywhere. There were also a large number of Liao soldiers who had lost their war horses stumbled and ran in the dark, running with swords in their hands, but they didn't know where to go.

Luo Dacheng raised his hand and signaled to the commander.

The sound of the trumpet sounded in the dark night. The cavalrymen who received the command immediately formed a team of ten people and ran around in the dark, chasing the fleeing Liao soldiers.

With the faint starlight, they caught up with the figures running in the dark, urged the horse to rush to his side, slashed him down with a fierce knife, and chopped him down on the wasteland in the dark night.

Even though there were powerful Liao soldiers who raised their swords and fought back, they were still killed by random swords and died tragically in the wilderness of the dark night.

Luo Dacheng resided in the middle, and behind him was an elite guard of more than 200 people, led by Timur, and did not participate in the pursuit and killing battle.

The war is coming to an end and the overall situation has been settled. Even if those Liao soldiers occasionally escape from the world, they are only a very small number. This great victory will become a glorious page in the history of the Hualie tribe, which will win with less and more.

...

After experiencing the catastrophe, the Kuotitian tribe was filled with desolate and tragic scenes.

In front of the Kuotibu District Camp, many herders had their heads cut off and their bodies were discarded on the grassland, dyeing the green grass into blood.

The dome where they lived was also flipped through by the Khitans, and all the property inside was stolen. Originally, horses and sheep would be driven away by the Liao soldiers, and even the shepherds were taken to sell them as slaves. They were temporarily let go of them because they wanted to return to the camp to rescue the Khitans, and set out overnight to throw this large tragic scene here.

The remaining herdsmen and women cried loudly, screaming all over the tribe. Although the Khitans left, who knew whether they would come back and snatch them away with their people and livestock?

To endure the grief, the herdsmen buried their relatives and companions in a hurry, and the tribe leader whose heads were cut off, desperately packed up their things, rode on horses, drove away the horses and sheep, and fled to the northwest.

But their escape plan failed to be implemented smoothly. The rushing sound of horse hooves came from behind. A group of riders in Liao soldiers armor rushed over from the east, circled around them, intercepted the migrated small tribe on the grassland, and stopped their advance.

Several herders roared in grief and anger, raising the unconfiscated bows and arrows, and fighting with the enemy. Even if they are killed here, it is much better than being captured and sold to slaves!

"Stop!" A shout came from the group of "Liao soldiers", but the land was purely the language of the grassland blocking people.

The herdsmen were stunned, and the women cried in sorrow and fear, stopped crying, looked at the people in surprise, and found that under their armor, the robes of the people were exposed.

"Pu!" A muffled sound rang on the grassland. A cavalry urged the horses to rush to these herdsmen, threw a human-shaped object on the grassland, and shouted loudly: "I am Brother Su of Hualie's tribe. I will capture this guy at the order of the leader and let you deal with it!"

Xiao Xingang, who fell to the ground but was seriously injured and had incomplete limbs, was now tying up on the ground, with his eyes wide open and staring at the silencers fiercely, with a look that seemed to be eating people.

A piece of rag was stuffed into his mouth, which was blocked tightly. There was still blood on the rag, but it was a military uniform torn off the dead Liao soldiers.

Almost all the remaining people of the Kuoti tribe trembled and stared at the group of Bubu people wearing Liao soldiers' armor and the terrifying Liao generals captured alive. For a moment, it seemed like they were in a dream.

A brother was broken by the murdered herder last night. He threw down the bow and arrow raised in his hand in grief and roared loudly, rushed out, galloped to the side of Liao general, roared and jumped off the horse, pounced on Xiao Xingang's body, bit it hard, bit his ears tightly, smashed and grinded his teeth desperately, swung his head and teared it wildly, and finally tore half of his ear off.

Blood flowed out of his mouth, crossed his chin, and sprinkled on the face of the Liao general. The herdsman raised his head, looked at everything in front of him with his crazy eyes, chewing hard in his mouth, chewing the broken ears to pieces.

His actions resonated with the herdsmen of Kuoti. In an instant, countless people shouted wildly, rushed forward, pressed Xiao Xing'ang, raised their fists and hit him on the body, biting his teeth on him, and sharp arrows were tightly clasped in their hands, piercing him with blood holes.

The women who were once insulted by the Liao soldiers angrily pulled out their awls and stabbed them hard on their body. Under their crotch, they stabbed the thing used to do evil to make them bloody.

Blood flowed out from all over Xiao Xing'ang's body, and the Liao general who fell into the hands of the enemy screamed in pain and anger, feeling the severe pain coming from every inch of his skin, almost fainting.

The powerful Liao general who was once powerful was covered by countless angry straitors and was firmly pressed on the grassland. From the outside, he could no longer see any part of his body.

...

The remaining people who had already been preparing to migrate, who had lost their leader, followed the hundreds of elite cavalry sent by Luo Dacheng, crossed the vast grassland and came to the new camp of Hualie tribe. Everyone cried and bowed to Luo Dacheng's feet and became the new tribe of Hualie tribe.

After this battle, Luo Dacheng's reputation spread rapidly on the grassland like spring thunder.

Leading more than a thousand Zubu people, he defeated two thousand well-equipped Liao soldiers in the night battle, killed them all, and completely burned the camps sent by the Khitans to rule and oppress the Zubu people, driving away the remaining Khitans. Such great achievements made Hualie's tribe become the overlord on this grassland, and no one did not praise their bravery.

The wandering herdsmen from far and near came to the scene. The herdsmen in other small tribes were also moved by lobbyists who kept coming to the door. They all took their families and quietly escaped from the tribe and ran towards the Hualie tribe.

After all, the most important thing to join a tribe is to protect the lives and property of oneself and his relatives. If you can join a powerful tribe, your private property can be protected, and you can also get men to join the tribe's armed forces and get valuable spoils in battle, which is a strong temptation for the herdsmen.
Chapter completed!