Chapter 1564: Harassment

The horse spear, carrying a cold glint, swept across the ground and kicked up a cloud of dust. Hun deliberately stopped beside Suzhong, and together with the other Soldiers, formed a perimeter around him.

"Whoa..."

Everyone circled Suzhong with great interest. Surrounded by such a terrifying group of people, Suzhong felt an unprecedented fear. This fear stemmed more from these tall beasts—strong, fierce, and full of ambition—the suppression they exerted on a single person was too great.

A person holding a Weapon would feel fear when standing in front of a sturdy ox; this was due to the suppression of size.

"You are that envoy from the Xingtian Tribe, right?"

Suzhong's voice trembled slightly: "Yes... who are you? What do you want to do?"

"Hahahahahaha! We are the Soldiers of Huaxia. Since you said you wanted to go to war with us, then naturally we are going to attack your Xingtian Tribe. What else could we be doing?

You can run slowly here; we are going ahead!"

Suzhong drew his Weapon and took a defensive stance. Although he was afraid, he did not want to lose his dignity. Unfortunately, his copper Sword, which did not seem very long in the eyes of the Huaxia Soldiers, was knocked away by a Soldier with a single strike of a horse spear. Afterward, Suzhong heard a mocking laugh he would never be able to forget for the rest of his life.

"Hahahahahaha!!!"

"Giddyap!"

After toying with Suzhong, Hun began to advance at full speed. Although Suzhong was a member of the Xingtian Tribe, he was, after all, an envoy; there was no need to kill him, and killing him had no value. It was better to let him return in despair. Now, their top priority was to go to the Xingtian Tribe's camp and cause a stir.

Xingtian was not in too much of a hurry, and the camp was only set up casually. He had no intention of building a sturdy and solid camp so far away. In his mind, he would push his camp to where the Huaxia and Xuanyuan Tribe were currently camped within a few days, forcefully compelling them to surrender or flee from the Shennong Clan. Blindly stationing in one place was not what he should be doing.

As for Suzhong, he truly did not hold much expectation that he would be able to return, but as long as he returned alive, his promises would certainly not be lacking. This was the method he used to command so many Soldiers.

"The Shennong Clan is ahead, prepare to disperse! Second and Third Squads, go around to the rear, Fourth Squad, attack the flank with me!"

"Yes!"

Everyone tied their horse spears to their waists, with the spear shafts parallel to the horse's body, so that their hands could be freed to use the Bow and Arrow without affecting their operation. Once they finished using the bows, they would detach the spears to use them again.

Because they had the advantage of distance and speed, they were not afraid of not having time to detach the horse spears, but this was under training and ideal conditions; how it would go in actual combat would be verified today.

One of Hun's major goals in going to the battlefield was to perfect cavalry tactics, summarize them, and optimize them. After all, the Huaxia cavalry was just starting out and had not experienced many decent battles, so naturally, they had no experience. They had to practice their skills through actual combat; practice produces true knowledge—this was a principle that all Huaxia people knew.

The sound of a dozen horses naturally could not escape the ears of the Xingtian Tribe, and the rapidly running figures had already attracted the attention of everyone in the Xingtian Tribe. Having already appeared once yesterday, their appearance today did not confuse the people of the Xingtian Tribe; it only brought fear and surprise.

Hun's bow was already in his hand, and a common Arrow was nocked on the string. His arrows could only be aimed at enemies who looked important; those weak and hunched Slaves who were already fleeing beside him were not among his targets.

Seen you, it's you!

Among a group of Slaves, Hun saw someone who was relatively sturdy and likely held a higher status. He looked like a Xingtian Tribe Soldier who had come to supervise the work, so his first target was this person.

Nock the arrow, draw fully, aim. Among the panicked Slaves, there was just that one Soldier, and he had taken out a Weapon, wanting to clash with him; the target was very clear.

Loose the arrow! One shot and it hit, right in the chest. Hun's mounted archery level was no joke. Every Huaxia cavalryman had to have a talent for riding and, more importantly, a sufficiently high level of marksmanship. Coupled with a large amount of practice, their mounted archery skills were already high enough.

Shooting the head was not the primary goal, because compared to the chest, the head was a smaller target, and the neck even more so. Under such circumstances, hitting the target was paramount; where it hit was secondary. With the current level of medical care, an arrow to the chest would likely hit the lungs; whether it was pulled out or not, it was a death sentence.

The other Soldiers also sought their own targets to attack, though hitting the bullseye every time was difficult; hitting six or seven out of ten was possible. These cavalrymen were all using Iron Arrowheads, which was quite extravagant.

A rider suddenly charged out from Hun's left and used a horse spear to knock someone into the air. Hun looked and saw it was his left guard. The person knocked into the air did not look like a Soldier, but he had dropped a wooden club as thick as a woman's fist, which was quite long; it looked like he had intended to use it to strike the horse's legs or knock someone down.

And this was precisely the benefit of the Three-Three System; Hun, immersed in his attack, still had someone to help him handle sudden crises.

Hun gave his left guard a thumbs-up with his left hand. The left guard did not put away the horse spear but kept it in a ready-to-attack posture, knocking down anyone who looked dangerous.

The other squad, however, had all three people using bows, rushing through the crowd and trampling them, being exceptionally brutal.

Hun did not forget his mission. While harassing, he also kept his eyes on Xingtian's position, because his Tent was truly obvious. That circle of his was a fur Tent, relatively luxurious, while other locations were very casual, and one could barely see any tents.

The food must also be in one of the tents. With so many people, the stored food must also be plentiful, but Hun's field of vision was limited and he could not see clearly, though fortunately, the general situation was clear.

Xingtian's ability to rally was fast. Upon discovering the enemy raid, a large group of Soldiers was already prepared and began to surround them. The Slaves looked a bit reluctant, but being forced, they had no choice and also began to surround them.

"Prepare to retreat, break through, break through! Do not go too deep!"

Hun blew the pigeon whistle around his neck, three long notes. The three people and three horses of the Fourth Squad immediately changed direction, converged toward Hun, and began to break away from the encirclement of the Xingtian Tribe Soldiers.