xymnovel Chapter 662 Breaking Through the Camp, Slaughter
Chapter 662 Breaking Through the Camp, Slaughter
Meanwhile, the right-wing cavalry led by Murong Xi moved like ghosts along the eastern side of the Hegan tribe, not only clearing out the remaining enemies but also remaining vigilant for Jurchen reinforcements.
Under Murong Xi's command, the right-wing cavalry formed an impregnable defensive line, completely trapping the Hegan people in their camp.
In this brutal massacre, the cavalry of the Murong Xianbei clan displayed their astonishing fighting prowess and ruthless killing nature.
They brandished their sabers and spears, expressionlessly killing the Hegan people one by one.
Many of the Heqi people's clansmen didn't even have a chance to resist before being cut down by the Xianbei cavalry.
The elderly, weak, women, and children of the He cadres were not spared either.
In this brutal war, they all became the victims of the Xianbei warriors' swords.
In this battle, these Murong Xianbei cavalrymen showed no mercy whatsoever; their eyes were only set on slaughter.
Murong Chui sat atop his warhorse, coldly observing everything without the slightest ripple in his eyes.
As the Xianbei army advanced, the camp of the Hegan people gradually turned into a sea of blood.
Everywhere there were severed limbs and blood-soaked corpses, and the air was thick with the stench of blood.
However, this did not stop the Murong Xianbei cavalry. They continued to brandish their weapons and launch a fierce attack deep into the Hegan tribe's territory.
Like killing machines, they ruthlessly reaped the lives of the He cadres.
Murong Chui, on the other hand, acted like the commander of this battle, calmly observing every detail and adjusting his tactics at any time.
As the Longcheng cavalry of the Murong Xianbei swept through the Hegan camp like a whirlwind, the situation on the battlefield had become one-sided.
The shouts, the thunder of hooves, and the clash of weapons of the Murong clan's Xianbei Longcheng cavalry intertwined, creating a symphony of death.
Amidst the chaos and bloodshed, Hegan Gui, the Khan of the Hegan people, under the desperate protection of his personal guards, attempted to break through the battlefield's numerous blockades to find a glimmer of hope.
At this moment, He Gan Gui's face was as pale as paper, and his eyes were filled with fear and resentment.
He originally thought that with the alliance between the Hegan people and the Jurchen people, they could at least hold out for a while, and might even be able to find a way to survive the attack of the Murong Xianbei.
However, he never expected that Murong Chui's army would be so powerful and so ruthless.
The Longcheng cavalry charged like a tidal wave, shattering the Hegan people's defenses and making it impossible for them to mount any effective resistance.
"Great Khan, let's go!"
A guard roared and deflected an incoming arrow for Hegan Gui.
They fought and retreated, gradually approaching the edge of the battlefield.
However, even here, one can still feel that suffocating atmosphere of killing.
Just then, He Gan Gui's gaze suddenly froze.
He saw a man, a man sitting on a tall horse, coldly observing everything on the battlefield.
That person was none other than Murong Chui!
"Murong Chui! You treacherous and treacherous scoundrel!"
"We are both of the Xianbei ethnicity, why did you resort to such a deadly act? Don't you know that we Hegan people are also of Xianbei blood?"
Hegangui roared, his voice hoarse with fear and rage.
Behind Hegan Gui, his personal guards fought desperately against the ever-approaching Dragon City cavalry, but their resistance seemed so futile, like a small boat on a vast ocean, about to be swallowed by the giant waves.
He Gan Gui's roar echoed across the battlefield, but no one paid attention to his grief and resentment.
Murong Chui, mounted on his warhorse, coldly observed all of this.
His eyes remained completely calm, as if this brutal massacre was merely a trivial game in his life.
When Hegangui's roar reached his ears, he merely smiled coldly, his smile filled with mockery and disdain.
"Hegan Gui, do you think your little schemes can escape our notice? You've allied with the Jurchens, attempting to stab us Xianbei tribes in the back again?"
"This kind of treacherous behavior is what you deserve!"
Murong Chui glanced at He Gan Gui, his eyes showing no emotion, and then slowly spoke in a low voice.
Upon hearing this, He Gan Gui's expression turned even more unpleasant.
He had indeed made such a plan, but he never expected that Murong Chui would discover it so easily.
Moreover, what he didn't expect was that Murong Chui would be so resolute as to directly resort to the method of annihilating the entire clan.
"Murong Chui, aren't you afraid of provoking the wrath of the Xianbei tribes by doing this?"
Hegan Gui attempted to threaten Murong Chui by emphasizing the unity of the Xianbei people.
"Do you think the various Xianbei tribes would stand up for traitors like you? In this dog-eat-dog world, only the strong survive."
"You He cadres have no value anymore!"
"You He cadres have no value anymore!"
However, Murong Chui merely smiled coldly, slowly straightening his back on horseback, his gaze fixed intently on Hegan Gui.
Upon hearing this, a hint of despair flashed in Hegangui's eyes.
He knew he had nowhere to run and that his fate was sealed.
However, he was still unwilling to accept that he would become a ghost under Murong Chui's blade.
"Murong Chui, even if you kill me, what then?"
"We, the He cadres, have already allied with the Jurchen people. Even if you annihilate us, you cannot stop the Jurchen's iron hooves!"
"You, the Murong Xianbei, will one day become prisoners of the Jurchen!"
Hegan Gui struggled and roared angrily at Murong Chui in front of him.
"Look there, Hegan Gui. Your people, your warriors, are paying the price with their lives for your foolish decision."
"Do you think the Jurchens will save you? Don't be naive. They're just using you to weaken the Murong Xianbei."
Upon hearing this, Murong Chui sneered, slowly raised the riding whip in his hand, and pointed it at the He cadre camp in the distance, which had already fallen into chaos.
"We, the Murong Xianbei, are eagles of the grasslands! We will not submit to anyone, much less to those cowards who only know how to plot and scheme behind people's backs!"
"Today, I will use your blood to show the Xianbei people of the entire grasslands the fate of traitors who betray their own kind!"
At this point, Murong Chui's tone suddenly became impassioned.
After saying that, Murong Chui waved his hand, signaling the Dragon City cavalry around him to continue the attack.
He didn't want to waste any more time talking to He Gangui; in his opinion, such a person wasn't worth his time.
Upon seeing this, Hegangui felt a deep sense of despair.
He knew he was probably doomed today, but he was still unwilling to surrender.
He roared, brandishing his weapon, and led his guards toward Murong Chui.
However, all of this was in vain.