Chapter 25: Shooting the Great Eagle with a Bent Bow (1)

  Perilously close, at the last moment, Zabul struggled ashore, gazing painfully at the scene before him.

  The riverbank's edge is now completely invisible. In the turbulent waves, mud, sand, rolling rocks and broken wood are mixed together, rushing down.

  On the river surface, there were occasionally soldiers who poked their heads out with all their might, but before they could take a deep breath, they were struck by these deadly things and their mouths and noses were submerged, then they floated downstream, sometimes floating, sometimes sinking...

  An army of nearly a thousand strong, in an instant, all turned into nothingness.

  Apart from Abaal, who was lucky enough to be the first to reach the other shore with 70 or 80 people, only about 100 people on this side had not yet entered the water. Among them, half were the personal guards of that And Lian.

  The people on both sides of the river bank stared blankly at the turbulent river surface in front of them, their faces pale with horror.

  The battles on the grasslands, soldiers were almost all relatives of the same tribe. Fathers and sons, brothers, even three generations of grandfathers, fathers and sons were everywhere. After the initial shock, both banks of the river suddenly became a sea of cries calling out to brothers, shouting to uncles, and wailing for ancestors.

  A mournful cry, heart-wrenching and lung-splitting, instantly enveloped both banks of the Nagu River in a somber and dismal haze.

  "How...how did it end up like this?"

  A tooth-chattering inquiry sounded in his ear, and Zabur turned his head stiffly to look over, only to see the chubby face of He Lian. But at this moment, that face was completely devoid of human color, and the eyes that were usually sinister and cunning were now filled with shock...

  "...being calculated..." Zabur replied gruffly, suppressing the disgust in his heart. But before he could finish speaking, he suddenly stopped and looked upstream with a drastically changed expression.

  There, at this moment, a familiar sound is echoing. It's a sound that every grassland Han man is familiar with - the sound of galloping horses.

  The moonlight was somewhat dim, and in the midst of the shadows, one could occasionally see flashes of light on the other side, which were caused by the curved sword of the knight.

  "Mount up! Prepare to meet the enemy!"

  Zabur didn't bother to reason with He and Lian again, he grabbed a soldier beside him and shouted loudly at the soldiers who were still crying out by the river.

  As he shouted, the riverbank was suddenly in great chaos. Many barbarian soldiers were still unconscious from the previous blow and only subconsciously climbed onto their horses. Some were furious, with bloodshot eyes, cursing loudly.

  At one time, the neighing of horses and the shouting of people mixed together, chaotic like a vegetable market.

  Zabur slightly closed his eyes and let out a long sigh in his heart, then turned the horse's head and walked back along the road.

  At this moment, it can be seen clearly that the cavalry rushing over has more than a hundred people. Although there are almost as many people on this side, half of them do not belong to their own jurisdiction, but are the personal guards of He Lian.

  Those imperial guards were the Khan's personal bodyguards on that day, and they only took care of the Khan's safety. They wouldn't care about anyone else's life or death. Zabur knew this too, and he couldn't command those men either.

  And what's left is half, but morale is completely gone, and even a neat formation can't be formed. How can this kind of situation still fight?

  As long as the green hills remain, we won't worry about firewood! As long as we escape this disaster, we'll recall our brave warriors and come back to avenge today's defeat. And with Lian, this time was also a heavy loss, with his vengeful personality, he definitely won't let it go easily. At that time... Hmm? No!

  He urged the horse to gallop, but only ran out for a short distance. Thinking of He Lian at that time, he suddenly realized that except for a few bodyguards beside him, He Lian had not followed up at all. When he turned his head to look back, he saw that the cavalry rushing over had already charged into the crowd.