Chapter Sixteen Avalanche

  The drums beating in the same rhythm shook the sky and earth, stirring and deafening, like a gigantic war beast of unparalleled size, taking heavy strides to charge here.

  The vanguard light cavalry's war horses had all experienced the bloody charge of clashing blades, but were also startled by the drumbeats. The soldiers of the Flying Eagle tribe were quietly urging their horses on while tensely observing the front lines.

  San Kui let out a loud shout, but his voice was drowned out by the drumming. Others could only see him opening his mouth, and couldn't hear what he was saying at all. San Kui turned his war horse around, his left hand grasped three arrows, taking aim at Wang Rui. The bowstring loosened, and the three arrows shot out in a "pin" shape.

  The flag officer behind Wang Rui saw that the other side was aiming at his position, knowing it wasn't good, and hastily inserted the large flag into the ground, rushed forward, opened his arms, and blocked in front of Wang Rui.

  Three arrows arrived in an instant, one arrow shot into the palm flag officer's nasal bridge, and the other two arrows pierced through his chest, with the arrowheads protruding from his back. His body was knocked off balance by the force of the arrows and he fell to the ground with a thud.

  Three legs clamped together, driving the war horse to gallop sideways, pulling out an arrow and shooting again. The soldier closest to Wang Rui rushed forward, blocking in front of Wang Rui. In a rage, San Kui reined in his horse, pulled out another arrow and shot, only to have another soldier jump out to block it...

  San Kui's face turned iron-green, he had the hundred-step piercing arrow technique, but in the face of his opponent's fearless bravery, his proud divine arrow couldn't exert its due power.

  King Rui's neck muscles bulged out a finger high, his fingers clenched white, and the two drumsticks beat down again and again, striking the war drum with all his might. King Rui had abandoned all restraint; he could die, but the drumbeat must not falter.

  Staring forward in a daze, logically speaking, compared to his own thousand-plus elite warriors, the hundred or so people blocking their path were like an arm trying to stop a chariot! However, the opponent's momentum was boosted by the thunderous drumbeats, even surpassing the killing intent emitted by his own children. Zhan Han slowly raised his hand, preparing to give the order to charge.

  At this moment, a layer of misty fog rose from the valley, and occasionally there were still snowflakes falling. Glancing up at the sky, it was still so clear that not even a single white cloud could be seen, and the sun that seemed to have lost all its warmth hung in the air, indifferently scanning everything.

  He turned his head around, looking around, and his face suddenly changed from ruddy to deathly pale. A word that should have been far away appeared in his mind: Avalanche! "Withdraw!! Retreat immediately!!!"

  The drumbeats still echoed, and the sticky voice compared to the drumbeats was like listening to the autumn insects' low whispers in a burst of thunder, even his personal guards couldn't hear his shouting.

  The earth began to shake, and the war horses felt the danger first. They were no longer restrained by the soldiers and rushed left and right like madmen. The originally neat formation was messed up in an instant.

  A dark patch appeared on the summit of several snow-capped mountains, this darkness slowly expanding, as if a giant was undressing. Countless piles of snow roared and rushed down, the waves of snow mist rolling up to tens of meters high, the snow waves had not yet rushed down the valley, the overwhelming momentum that came face to face had already frightened all the Flying Eagle Tribe soldiers into stone statues.

  Wang Rui burst out laughing, threw down the drumstick, and behind their formation, hundreds of hidden tunnels had already been dug, this was where they would save their lives, Qian Buli had never used dead soldiers to sacrifice themselves for him.

  The soldiers quickly jumped into their own hiding caves, picked up their shields to block the entrance, and after the avalanche, whether they lived or died depended on their own luck. However, since they were not abandoned by their general, the soldiers felt extremely satisfied, and Qian Buli's image in their minds became exceptionally lofty.

  In stark contrast to the Snowy City soldiers, were the people of the Flying Eagle tribe, who had given up all efforts and were waiting in despair, their war horses no longer galloping wildly.

  Sticking to his waist knife, he silently stared at the snow waves rushing towards him. He had always thought himself brave and unmatched, but in the face of heaven's fury, what did a person's bravery amount to? These southerners were really too ruthless, intentionally using drumbeats to trigger an avalanche! They didn't deserve to be called warriors, only knowing how to use despicable tricks! Zhan Han's mind stirred, and he suddenly remembered his brother following behind. On the verge of death, Zhan Han suddenly realized something: Big Brother! Don't come! Whatever you do, don't come! But... could Big Brother not come?

  The sticky waist knife fell helplessly to the ground, and the snow wave swept over, drowning and erasing the marks of countless lives.

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  "Stuck!!" Zha Mu's eyes were about to split, completely disregarding the still rolling snow avalanche, he let out a loud roar and charged towards the Sunset Gorge with all his might.

  Ten years ago, when my mother Uderlan was dying, she held my hand and said: "The only thing I'm worried about is Khem, silly and foolish, you... must take good care of him!" Thinking of this, Zhamuhe's heart ached like a stir, I didn't take good care of him! I didn't take good care of him!

  The cavalry of the Flying Eagle tribe restrained their frightened war horses, closely following their king. Wherever the king went, they would follow without fear even if it meant death! This was their creed!

  The snow waves had weakened, and the incoming wave was only a thin layer. However, the accumulated snow in the canyon was very deep. Zhamuhe charged forward for several steps before the snow submerged to his waist. He urged the warhorse on frantically, determined to see people or corpses, he absolutely could not leave Kheshig's corpse alone here.

  A moment of irrational impulse can ruin a person; what about a commander?

  When the vanguard of the Flying Eagle tribe rushed into Sunset Canyon, dozens of scouts were fleeing from behind, some blowing their horns with all their might, others shouting loudly: "Enemy attack! Enemy attack!!"

  On the horizon behind them, a black line had already pressed in. Du Bing rode at the forefront of the cavalry, his face flushed red with excitement.

  It's the Flying Eagle Tribe's elite vanguard light cavalry! This is an elite troop that even Ji Zhou Guo's General Wei Chi Feng Yun dares not confront head-on! If we can annihilate them, what a great honor it would be! And if we can capture Zha Mu He alive...

  A commander may be able to resist gold and beauty, but he cannot be immune to honor.

  Staring at the lagging scout, Du Bing's face revealed a cruel smile. He drew his bow and nocked an arrow. As the bowstring vibrated, the scout let out a miserable cry and fell off his horse.