The Golden Family, rising from the Western Regions

Chapter 133 Seven Rivers of Sorrow, White Devil
To the west of Yinshan Prefecture is a vast grassland.

The area reaches an astonishing 400,000 square kilometers, which is more than ten times the size of the Horqin Grassland and equivalent to my country's Yunnan Province.

The terrain here is flat, the grassland is like the sea, and it is an endless plain. Only in the southeast are there occasional low hills and mountains, which add a bit of staggered beauty to this vast plain.

Seven rivers originating from the Tianshan Mountains meander and eventually flow into Lake Balkhash, nourishing the land and giving it the beautiful name of the "Seven Rivers Basin".

The Basaigan tribe has lived here for generations.

However, in the twilight, everyone in the tribe was busy packing up their belongings and preparing for the migration tomorrow morning.

The old shepherd Qimuge scooped up river water with a broken copper pot, his cloudy eyes reflecting the shimmering water: "The pastures God gave me, I abandon them just like that."

Beside him, the young shepherd, Bater, tugged fiercely at the leather ropes binding the sheepskins. He said with a look of sorrow, "The royal court and the Eastern Capital are at war, and they're making us scapegoats!"

"Once the Eastern Capital army attacks the royal court, they will inevitably cross the Seven Rivers, and our tribe will be in great trouble!"

"Silence!"

Qimuge hurriedly covered his mouth and pointed with his withered finger at the leader's tent by the river.

"Shi Jin received a golden arrow from the king's court last night, saying that wolf riders would arrive to support him within five days..."

Bater broke free from Qimuge's hand, still showing an angry expression on his face, and snorted.

"Everyone knows that the reason King Liuyuansi rebelled was because the royal court's army suffered heavy losses in the south."

"Where do they have the troops to support us?"

"It's just a trick to deceive us and deplete the Dongdu army's strength for them."

The young herders know everything; they were just too lazy to speak before.

But now, the war has threatened the safety of themselves and their families, and no one can take it for granted.

"Alas, there's nothing we can do." The old herdsman shook his head and sighed.

"Back then, he had already offended the King of the Six Courts in the royal court, and now there is no possibility of seeking forgiveness."

It’s all a sin!
The royal court had a system whereby the sons of chiefs from many subordinate tribes were recruited to serve in the royal court's leather room army.

Equivalent to a proton.

Some people do well, while others do poorly.

As for the cadre tribe of Shijintiar, they were among the best performing group that year.

In order to gain the appreciation of Yelu Zhilugu, he once made things difficult for Xiao Simo, and was promoted afterwards.

When the old man of the Basai cadre tribe died, the eldest son should have succeeded to the throne.

However, under the forced order of Yelu Zhilugu, Tiyar became the Shijin of the Basaigan tribe.

Therefore, Tiyar can be regarded as Yelu Zhilugu's confidant.

It is absolutely impossible to get Xiao Simo's forgiveness.

Once the Dongdu army arrives, the selected cadre tribe will inevitably be liquidated.

Therefore, in order to preserve the strength of the tribe, Tiar and a group of chiefs discussed and decided to temporarily retreat from the attack of the Dongdu Army.

Tomorrow morning, we will migrate towards the royal court.

Join the royal army and make plans.

This decision was also unanimously supported by the entire tribe.

So, under the setting sun, everyone in the tribe was busy and nervous.

"I just hope that this war will end soon and peace will return to the grassland as soon as possible." The old herdsman looked pious, looked up at the sky and prayed to Allah.

I hope Allah can bless them to survive this disaster safely.

The afterglow of the setting sun shines on the felt tents of the selection cadres, dyeing the entire camp golden.

The herdsmen in the tribe were busy tying up their luggage, and the cattle and sheep were driven together, making uneasy noises.

Tiar, who was a member of the selection cadre Luo Jijin, stood on a high place, looking solemnly at the eastern horizon, which was the direction from which the Dongdu army might attack.

His brows were furrowed, knowing in his heart that this migration was the only way for the tribe to survive.

However, in this moment of tranquility, the thunderous sound of horse hooves suddenly tore apart the peace of heaven and earth.

The sound was faint at first, like distant thunder, but soon it became distinct, as if the earth were shaking.

The old herdsman's prayer stopped abruptly, his cloudy eyes suddenly widened and he looked in the direction where the sound came from.

"what is that?"

Someone asked in a low voice, with uneasiness in the voice.

In the midst of this panic, dust and smoke suddenly rose in the northeastern sky, covering the sky and the sun.

The flock of sheep fled in panic, and the frightened sheepdog barked wildly with its back to the bloody setting sun.

Tiar, who had just returned to the tent to rest, rushed out quickly, his face full of horror and disbelief.

"Damn it, it's the Dongdu Army."

He saw a black line appear on the horizon. It was just a vague shadow at first, but soon became clear.

It was a cavalry clad in white cotton armor, sweeping in like an avalanche, raising huge white waves on the green sea of grass.

Their armor was like frost, like moving snow mountains.

The roar of horse hooves hitting the ground was like thunder, causing the wild horses on the grassland to flee in all directions, and even the hawks in the sky were startled and flew away.

The herdsmen stood still, their work coming to an abrupt halt.

The old herdsman Qimuge dropped the copper kettle in his hands with a clang. His cloudy eyes widened as he muttered, "Oh God... Is this a demon from the snowy mountains?"

"It's the White Devil from Dongdu!"

As Bater screamed heart-wrenchingly, the first whistling arrow had already hit the chest of a herdsman not far away. Shocked, Bater quickly picked up his weapon and turned to mount his horse.

The white-armored cavalry moved extremely fast. In a blink of an eye, the white torrent had rolled across the ten-mile grassland. The sound of horses' hooves stepping on the grass was like a torrential rain.

The cavalrymen at the front drew their bows at the same time, and arrows rained down like locusts, covering the sky and the sun.

The whistling sound of arrows piercing the air intertwined with the screams of the nomads. The felt tents were shot into hedgehogs, and thick smoke billowed from the burning tents. The air was filled with the smell of burning and blood. "Devil."

"White devil."

"Run quickly~"

The entire tribe fell into chaos in an instant. Women screamed and picked up their children, men frantically searched for weapons, and cattle and sheep fled in all directions, knocking over the piles of luggage.

"Don't panic, warriors, follow me and kill the enemy."

Tiar drew his scimitar and shouted to his people to prepare for battle, but his voice was quickly drowned out by the sound of horse hooves.

The white-armored cavalry was extremely fast and rushed into the outskirts of the tribe in the blink of an eye.

Like a sharp blade, it easily tore through the tribe's defenses.

"Kill~"

Li Xiao was wearing cotton armor and was fully armed. Both sides of his cheeks were tightly wrapped with earmuffs, revealing only a resolute and indifferent face.

A merciless gaze swept over the tribe.

Under the powerful impact of the warhorse, the hook-and-sickle spear in his hand instantly pierced the chest of a herdsman wearing leather armor.

The so-called leather armor is like paper in front of the hook-and-sickle spear forged from Wootz steel.

Next to him, Erhu, who was wearing a full set of armor and had been appointed as a captain of heavy cavalry by Li Xiao, was like a tiger out of a cage.

Waving a golden hammer more than two meters long, he rushed into the group of herdsmen.

Every swing was accompanied by the dull thud of broken bones and shrill screams.

A herdsman raised his knife to try to resist, but Erhu smashed his head with a stick, and his brains splattered, staining his armor red.

"Hahaha, so refreshing." Erhu's wild laughter echoed on the battlefield.

At this moment, he was like a killing god, charging across the battlefield, unstoppable.

Several herdsmen tried to attack him together, but he knocked them away with a stick. Two of them fell to the ground with their chests caved in, blood spurting from their mouths.

Erhu's laughter became even more frantic: "Come on! Come on, bring a few more, so I can kill them to my heart's content."

The people from the selection cadre tribe were also making a desperate counterattack.

While a white-armored soldier was fighting, Bater rushed behind him and slashed at his back with a scimitar.

But at the moment he chopped it down, the blade sparked on the cotton armor, and the severe pain from the crack in his knuckles almost made him fall off his horse.

"Their leather armor... can't be cut through!"

Bartel's face was dull and looked incredulous.

I couldn't believe what I saw.

But the next second, after the white-armored soldier eliminated the enemy in front of him with his hook-and-sickle spear, he suddenly turned his head.

Facing the white-armored soldiers so close to him, Bater only saw a young face, which seemed to be still a child.

But his eyes were as cold as the god of death and as ferocious as a wolf.

Without any hesitation, he used his other hand to draw the cavalry sword from the horse's back.

Cut directly towards Bater's neck.

“Swoosh~”

Bater drew his sword to resist, but the same shocking scene appeared again.

His scimitar was actually cut off at the moment of collision.

The opponent's knife only slowed down slightly, but still chopped towards his neck.

"Pfft~"

Blood gushed out, instantly dyeing Wei Xuan's white armor red.

But there was no emotion in his eyes, he just said in a stiff tone: "Your knife is too soft."

Ever since the day of the massacre at Sanhe Fort, the once sunny boy has been dead.

The living Wei Xuan had only one belief, to kill more Karluks and avenge his relatives.

Therefore, for the past six months, he has been frantically honing his martial arts, improving his riding and archery skills, and practicing his killing methods.

Relying on this fearless will, he stood out from a group of veterans and put on this white armor.

On the other side, the old herdsman Qimugege stood there watching the tragic killing in the tribe. He looked at the white-armored cavalrymen reaping lives like the god of death, his eyes full of despair.

A cavalryman in white armor rode his horse towards him, pointing the spear at his chest.

Qimugege did not hide, but looked up at the sky and murmured, "Oh God, is this your will?"

The next moment, the spear pierced his chest and blood dyed the grass red.

In the afterglow of the setting sun, the felt tents of the batching cadres collapsed one after another, and flames and thick smoke obscured the sky.

Tiar waved his scimitar and tried to organize a final resistance, but was pierced through the shoulder by a halberd and fell heavily to the ground.

He looked at the burned tribe, his eyes filled with pain and unwillingness.

There was also a scream coming from the side. It was from the bravest warrior in the tribe of the batch cadre and also Tiar's trusted general.

At this moment, he was held in mid-air by three white-armored soldiers using hook-and-sickle spears. The sound of the barbs piercing through the cowhide armor mixed with the sound of bones breaking was particularly clear in the twilight.

Then he saw his young wife running out of the tent holding his son, who was less than one year old.

With the help of the slave girl, he prepared to mount his horse and escape.

But the next second, a cavalryman in white armor rode up on his horse and threw out the lasso in his hand. It wrapped around her waist like a poisonous snake and dragged her to the ground.

The woman struggled desperately, but to no avail, and the baby slipped from her arms and fell into the burning grass.

"No~"

(End of this chapter)