Chapter 494
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Chapter 494: In a Single Day
While the Khanar tribe’s camp naturally had forces guarding it, this surprise attack came too suddenly.
Combined with the overwhelming numerical superiority, the Khanar tribe was left utterly defenseless at this moment.
“Found him! The chief of the Khanar tribe is over there!”
Bileg’s heart clenched at the sound.
He quickly drew his weapon and mounted his horse.
In his youth, he too was a renowned warrior of the tribe.
But he was old now.
His grizzled hair indicated he hadn’t engaged in combat for many years.
Now, facing One-Eyed Buhe, who charged at him head-on, Bileg attempted to parry the attack.
However, his aging body was a beat too slow.
A ruthless weapon directly pierced his body, and he fell heavily to the ground.
At this moment, One-Eyed Buhe, on horseback, looked down at Bileg, who lay on the ground, spitting blood.
For a moment, his emotions were a bit complex.
This was the chief of the Khanar tribe!
He had never imagined that such an important figure would one day die by his hand!
“Who… who ordered you to do this?”
Large amounts of blood oozed from the wound.
The loss of blood made Bileg’s aging body grow colder and colder, slowly losing consciousness.
But he still struggled to voice his question to One-Eyed Buhe.
Facing this question, One-Eyed Buhe sneered twice.
“You’re almost dead; why bother knowing so much?”
Before his words finished, One-Eyed Buhe dismounted, and without hesitation, delivered another blow to Bileg.
The fatal strike completely pushed Bileg into the abyss of death.
Looking at the corpse lying in the snow, rapidly growing cold, One-Eyed Buhe reached into his inner pocket and pulled out a slightly torn piece of animal hide.
Then he crouched down, forcibly pried open Bileg’s tightly clenched fist, placed the torn hide into his palm, and then made his fist close around it, creating the illusion that Bileg had desperately clutched this piece of hide in his hand before death.
Finally, he looked back at the Khanar tribe, which was now strewn with corpses, and shouted.
“Whether they’re dead or not, finish them off! Take all the cattle, sheep, horses, and the bodies of our own!”
The Khanar tribe, one of the great five tribes of the grasslands, after enduring the blizzard, was then taken advantage of by over a thousand men led by One-Eyed Buhe.
The tribe was annihilated in a single day.
Meanwhile, on the snow plain battlefield…
Batel, clearly unaware of what had happened, was engaged in an increasingly fierce battle with Burigude.
Their two forces fought in a chaotic melee.
During this, mistakes were inevitable.
One horse bandit, attempting to seize a bag of grain from a horse’s back, in the struggle, accidentally tore a hole in the burlap sack containing the grain.
Then, in the next second, a scene that almost made him despair unfolded.
What spilled out of the sack’s opening was not the grain they had expected at all, but vast amounts of sand and dirt!
More than one person witnessed this scene.
In that instant, the impact on the grassland people who had come to plunder grain was undoubtedly immense.
Many grasslanders who had already seized a bag of grain immediately tore open their sacks to see what was inside.
Upon seeing it, their expressions instantly turned blank!
“Sand! It’s all sand!”
“This is a trap by the Central Plains people!”
“Impossible! This is impossible!!”
A few grasslanders, overly stimulated, simply grabbed a handful of sand and shoved it into their mouths.
After chewing a few times, the sensation of a mouth full of sand made their entire spirits collapse.
Angry, desperate howls continuously erupted from the grasslanders’ mouths.
In just a few breaths, the news that the grain bags were full of sand had spread across the entire snow plain battlefield.
Batel, who was intensely fighting Burigude nearby, naturally heard it clearly.
“Sand?”
Batel’s heart skipped a beat.
Connecting this with the two waves of ambushing Central Plains troops, Batel now clearly realized that he had fallen into their trap.
“Retreat! Retreat quickly!!”
If they couldn’t seize the grain, then this battle was meaningless for them, the grasslanders.
After confirming that the few bags of grain he had seized were all filled with sand, Batel directly hurled those bags of sand at Burigude.
Then, taking advantage of Burigude’s evasion, he quickly withdrew and fled.
Burigude, having dodged the attack, saw that Batel had already fled with the Khanar tribe’s forces.
He couldn’t be bothered to pursue.
On one hand, his Bow Cavalry had a much higher burden than light cavalry, and pursuing enemies was not their specialty.
On the other hand, their goal in this wave was to cover the grain transport team, not to fight a decisive battle with these grasslanders.
Thanks to the efficiency of the sleds, over nearly a month, the grain transported by the transport team had basically filled the granaries of the three grassland cities.
By then, with the city gates closed, what could these grasslanders do to them?
With this mindset, Bai Ze and Burigude naturally instructed their cavalry to set up a security line and then ordered people to clear the battlefield.
During this time, Luo Cheng felt a little down.
He had originally wanted to settle scores with Batel in this battle.
Who knew that fate would have it otherwise, and Batel was intercepted by Burigude instead.
What was left for him to do?
Feeling dejected, Luo Cheng could only lead his cavalry in repeated charges.
After several such charges, he had achieved many decapitations and outstanding battle records.
Meanwhile, on the other side…
Compared to the comfortable Bai Ze and Burigude, the grasslanders were undoubtedly badly tricked this time.
Not only did they fail to seize a single grain of food, but they also lost so many men.
At this moment, their moods were extremely irritable.
After scattering and retreating, Batel directly led his surviving forces back to the Khanar tribe.
Along the way, his entire demeanor showed a hint of dejection.
He, Batel, a renowned warrior of the grasslands, had actually suffered two consecutive defeats after encountering these Central Plains people.
For a time, Batel’s confidence was somewhat shaken.
As he was feeling this frustration, a strong smell of blood, carried by the wind, made him frown.
Although they had just fought a battle with the Central Plains people and were covered in blood, with the wind blowing, the smell of blood would be carried backward.
How could Batel, leading the front of the column, be directly hit in the face by this bloody smell?
As his thoughts raced, Batel subconsciously sniffed, and then a strong sense of unease rose within him.
“Hurry, hurry back to the tribe!”
