Staying Alive Cautiously in the Celestial Realm and Becoming the Strongest
Chapter 1085: 1085: Western Expedition (Continued II)

Chapter 1085: Chapter 1085: Western Expedition (Continued II)

The sky is high, the clouds are sparse, and the expanse is clear.

Beneath Mount Mule, the verdant grassland stretches far into the distance, dotted with wildflowers, presenting a scene of peaceful tranquility.

Aguda brandishes the long whip in his hand, herding the flock towards the distant stream.

This Tulu Tribe’s youth turned fifteen this year, and as per the tribal customs, he could now marry, have children, and leave his parents to establish a new family.

Aguda had hoped to marry a girl from his own clan and use all his savings to buy two Eastern female slaves to birth eight or ten children.

Yet, this Tulu youth’s dreams shattered over a dozen days ago when the Tulu Tribe rebelled against Great Zhou and formed a coalition with several other tribes to raid Great Zhou’s homeland.

Everyone had anticipated that the tribal army would bring back a vast treasure and women, but instead, they were met with a devastating defeat.

Of the seventy thousand warriors who joined the battle, less than forty thousand returned, almost half lost, and many of the survivors returned wounded. In this time, almost every tent in the tribe has hung up white hemp.

Only one of Mule’s two brothers returned, another with an arm severed, casting an oppressively heavy atmosphere over the household.

It was precisely because of this that Aguda took on the task of shepherding, to avoid the discomfort of staying at home.

He couldn’t help but look back at the tribal fort in front of the snowy valley, looking at the wisps of blue smoke rising from within, feeling an exceptionally heavy heart.

Damned Zhou people!

Aguda grips the whip in his hand, secretly swearing that one day he will avenge his family and wash away their humiliation.

He will slaughter all the Zhou people, occupy their lands, and enslave their wives and daughters!

At this moment, Aguda suddenly feels a slight vibration from the ground.

He looks around in confusion, but sees nothing, noticing only that the sheep in front of him are becoming restless.

Soon, the tremors grow more intense, and Aguda realizes something, immediately hurrying up the hill in front of him.

The next moment, he’s stunned.

He sees countless Iron Cavalry on the distant grasslands, like a black torrent sweeping across the land, with the leading Knight crossing the crystal-clear stream and charging towards Aguda’s location.

Wave after wave of crimson battle flags flutter in the wind, making a rustling noise!

On each flag, there’s a huge “Zhou” character written.

Great Zhou Iron Cavalry!

Seeing these ominously billowing war flags, Aguda’s blood seems to freeze; he opens his mouth but can’t find words.

And the mass of Iron Cavalry is closing in at an alarming pace.

After a moment, the Tulu youth comes to his senses, frantically dropping his whip and turning to run, while shouting loudly, “Enemy attack…”

He must warn his fellow clan members who are still blissfully unaware, or else…

Thwack!

A Feathered Arrow pierces through the air, instantly penetrating Aguda’s body.

The Tulu youth falls face-first into the grass, his limbs twitching a few times before he falls silent.

In his last breath, several Knights bearing flags rush up the hill, their piercing gazes turning toward the Tulu Fort not far away.

This fort, built in the midst of a snowy valley, accommodates tens of thousands of Tulu people.

Outside of the fort, a large number of earth huts and tents house an even greater number of lower-class tribespeople.

Ooh~

A deep bugle call for the charge suddenly rings out, many Tulu tribesmen working hard lift their heads in bewilderment, turning towards the direction of the sound.

Then they behold a terrifying sight they’ve never seen in their lifetimes!

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Thousands upon thousands of Iron Cavalry charged down the long slope, ferociously attacking the outskirts of the tribal fortress.

By the time the tribal warriors regained their senses and tried to organize themselves to resist, countless bullets poured down like a fierce storm, riddling them with holes.

The thin leather armors and inferior shields were utterly incapable of withstanding the power of Firearms, and the unprepared Tulu tribespeople found it even more impossible to contend with the heavily armed Great Zhou Iron Cavalry.

What was once a peaceful homeland turned into a living hell in an instant.

Countless Tulu people wailed as they scattered and fled; some knelt on the ground begging for mercy, others hid inside earth huts and tents to evade capture.

But all these people turned into ghosts under the slaughter of the Iron Cavalry.

Neither men nor women, the elderly nor children, were spared.

And the upper-echelon elites of the Tulu Tribe, upon realizing the attack of the Great Zhou Iron Cavalry, had immediately shut the fortress gates, leaving hundreds of thousands from the lower tiers of their tribesmen outside.

Many tribespeople rushed to the gates, desperately banging on the copper-skinned doors, crying and begging to be let in.

The result was that these doors never opened.

Instead, many of the tribal warriors guarding the fortress appeared on the walls and towers, trying to use bows and arrows to strike at the cavalry outside.

They immediately became targets of concentrated Firearms fire, getting shot up so terribly that they were forced to retreat.

Not only that, but fireballs whirled and struck the towers inside the fortress, causing the wooden towers to collapse and burn, crushing and injuring many in the process.

Inside the fortress, the Tulu Elders and Chiefs were all in a state of chaos, like ants on a hot pan.

Some wanted to lead a sally to rescue their people, some contemplated raising the white flag to surrender, while others planned to break out, lacking any authoritative decision.

As time passed, fierce flames erupted outside the fortress.

Almost all the tents and thatched earth houses were set ablaze; those who hid inside and didn’t escape were burnt alive, and those who did escape were either shot dead by Firearms or hacked to death by War Sabers.

Blood dyed the earth red!

The Great Zhou Iron Cavalry did not plunder, merely carrying out the massacre, which made their efficiency extremely high.

After two hours, the external area of the fortress, which housed hundreds of thousands of Tulu people, had been reduced to a barren land, where no longer stood a single tribesperson.

Having nearly finished the killing, the thousands of cavalrymen withdrew and reformed their ranks, all eyes fixed on the fortress ahead.

“Surrender!”

At this moment, a Tulu Elder appeared atop the fortress wall, waving a white flag and yelling desperately: “Stop the killing, we surrender!”

The next moment, the ranks of the Great Zhou cavalry split to either side, and a chariot broke formation.

Standing atop the chariot, Wang Chen gave a cold smile and said, “Kill them.”

As soon as his words fell, a fierce Martial General beside him immediately hurled a short spear towards the fortress wall, killing the Tulu Elder on the spot.

Surrender was not acceptable. Wang Chen personally led fifty thousand Iron Cavalry on a western campaign, with the first target being the rebellious major tribes and their vassals.

For these treacherous and unfaithful barbarians, the extermination of their entire tribe was the most proper course of action!

Wang Chen leapt down from the chariot and, with a wave of his hand, took out several Cannons from the Cangqing Ring.

Along with the matching ammunition.

In less than half an hour, over a hundred Cannons aimed at Tulu Fort roared in unison!

Doomsday had arrived.

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The first chapter is delivered.

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