Chapter 493
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Chapter 493: Battle of the Snow Plains
Unlike those horse bandits, the forces of these large tribes could unleash considerable combat power even when fighting individually.
At this moment, Batel’s thoughts were clear.
He directly led his 700 men from the Khanar tribe and began to break through to the side.
The situation was utterly chaotic.
Batel intended to temporarily withdraw from the main battlefield and then return after regrouping.
However, a good idea often meets a cruel reality.
Just as his 700 men charged out, the almost head-on sound of approaching hooves instantly made Batel’s face change drastically.
They had launched a surprise attack on the rear, so how could the flanks be left unguarded?
In this snowy weather, Burigude’s Bow Cavalry unit naturally couldn’t fully utilize their mounted archery skills.
But fortunately, Myriad World Civilization’s Bow Cavalry units were also equipped with bleeding spears!
“All bleeding spears ready!”
While shouting, Burigude had already drawn a bleeding spear from his saddle.
“Fire!!”
When it came to throwing bleeding spears, they were far more professional than Luo Cheng’s cavalry unit.
Batel looked up, and all he saw was a dark, overwhelming mass.
The threat of death swept over him like a tidal wave.
He had already witnessed the power of bleeding spears moments ago.
At this point, how could he dare to meet them head-on?
“Scatter!!”
Batel roared, galloping his horse wildly while frantically swinging his weapon, trying to bat away all the bleeding spears.
He barely survived this ordeal, only to find a sudden flash of cold light appearing before his eyes!
Realizing death was imminent, Batel’s hair instantly stood on end.
His body instinctively leaned back, almost his entire back pressing directly against the horse’s back.
While dodging that fatal blow, Batel also noticed that the blocking forces had already charged right in front of them!
Burigude’s spear thrust was swift and fierce, and he hadn’t expected Batel to actually dodge it.
For a moment, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.
A man’s name, a tree’s shadow.
Batel was renowned among the grassland people.
Burigude had once met him from afar but had never formally fought him.
Now, it seemed this Batel truly had skill!
As the two figures passed each other, Burigude and Batel simultaneously pulled on their reins, controlling their warhorses to turn back and charge into the fray.
The two valiant figures immediately engaged in fierce combat.
Meanwhile, on the other side, Luo Cheng, who had just delivered a heavy blow to this grassland cavalry, also led his cavalry unit without hesitation, colliding with a portion of the grasslanders.
A battle between cavalry and cavalry officially began.
Hill and Harold, in the rear, also quickly commanded their mammoth and ice bears to follow.
Yes, the Northern tribes were also present to attract the grasslanders’ attention this time.
After all, Hak was so conspicuous.
And they had been present during the previous few grain transports.
If they suddenly disappeared now, it might arouse suspicion.
Moreover, Hak the Mammoth and the Ice Bear Warriors of the Ice Bear tribe were also powerful combat forces in the snow regions.
Luo Ji and Guo Jia clearly had no reason not to utilize this strength.
The grassland cavalry numbered a massive 3,500.
But the prepared cavalry units of Myriad World Civilization were equally formidable.
Apart from the 100 cavalry escorting the actual grain transport team, all other cavalry units from this part of the grassland had been mobilized.
Their number also reached over 3,000!
This was undoubtedly the largest cavalry war in the history of Luo Ji’s Myriad World Civilization.
Over 90% of Myriad World Civilization’s cavalry units had been deployed.
And this cavalry war, later known as the “Battle of the Snow Plains,” was destined to be recorded in the annals of Myriad World Civilization!
History was being made at this moment on this snow plain, which was stained scarlet.
The strong smell of blood permeated the air.
Earth-shattering cries of battle continuously assaulted everyone’s eardrums.
However, in this noisy and chaotic environment, a group of grasslanders quietly retreated from the battlefield.
The leader was Bazar, the first warrior of the Charhan tribe.
On this chaotic battlefield, it was already good enough that the combatants could distinguish friend from foe.
No one at all noticed that the Charhan tribe’s forces had left.
After running a considerable distance, Bazar looked back at the battle still raging wildly and a lingering fear flashed in his eyes.
“As the chief predicted, these Central Plains people set up an ambush beforehand.”
“Then what do we do now?”
“According to the chief’s instructions, we retreat!”
Meanwhile, somewhere else on the grasslands.
Inside the Khanar tribe’s chief’s tent, Bileg was deep in thought, his face filled with worry.
For some reason, ever since he woke up this morning, his heart had been unsettlingly restless.
This feeling of unease made it difficult for him to calm down.
“Could something have happened to Batel?”
Bileg thought to himself, reaching for the mare’s milk wine on the table, wanting a sip to ward off the cold.
However, as soon as he extended his hand, seeing the ripples spreading across the surface of the wine, Bileg’s face changed drastically!
“A large force is approaching!”
“Batel and them?”
“No, no, they just left. How long has it been? How could they be back so quickly?!”
“That means, the enemy!!”
Bileg, having reached this conclusion, burst out of his tent.
But by then, it was already too late.
In the distance, a large group of unfamiliar forces had already charged directly into their Khanar tribal camp.
Estimating their numbers at a glance, there were easily over a thousand of them!
After Batel had led away 700 men, the few hundred remaining in the Khanar tribe were utterly unable to contend with this force.
Bileg’s face turned pale, completely drained of color.
“Where did these forces come from?! Who else on these grasslands can assemble such a powerful force?!”
As Bileg’s thoughts raced, a rough voice came from afar.
“Brothers, leave no one, kill them all clean!!”
The person shouting was clearly the leader of this unit.
The startling scar over his left eye was too conspicuous.
Even without having seen this person’s face before, Bileg had more or less guessed his identity.
“His left eye is blind, only one eye…”
“One-Eyed Buhe?!”
Bileg’s face was filled with disbelief.
How could a mere horse bandit leader have so many men under his command?
According to his son Batel’s earlier account, this One-Eyed Buhe’s horse bandits had suffered considerable losses after that battle.
So where did these thousand-plus men come from now?!
