There were roughly two hundred people in the caravan traveling their way.
At the front of the caravan were the Hu merchants riding horses and dressed in leather coats and felt hats, followed by two orderly rows of horse carts. A group of people on camels followed at the rear, with guards carrying scimitars on their waists on either side of the caravan. Several fast horses weaved back and forth throughout the caravan to keep watch.
When they discovered that dust suddenly rose in huge clouds from the south, the guards immediately reacted. They loudly whistled, drew their scimitars, and adopted a defensive formation.
They had been walking through the dangerous Gobi desert for many years and had early on gotten accustomed to fighting on horseback whenever. Unfortunately, they were not facing ordinary bandits this time, but the fiercest warriors of the Yelu tribe.
Yaoying got off the carriage and mounted a horse, galloping to the highest point of the hill, and witnessed a bloody massacre on the plains.
The Eldest Prince tore directly through the caravan's defensive line. His hand lifted and the sword slashed down, killing like chopping vegetables.
In less than half an shichen, the Yelu tribe ended the battle.
The caravan was attacked until nothing was left intact. The guards fell one by one under the knives of the Yelu horseman. The Hu merchants gave up their goods and fled, but before they could run a few dozen steps, they were brutally murdered by the pursuing horsemen.
The wind carried the desperate shouting and screaming.
The Eldest Prince cut off a head with a single swipe. Covered in blood, he galloped back to the hillside. He dismounted from his horse and, wiping off the sticky blood on his face, carried several heads dripping with blood. He strode to the carriage.
"Princess, this is my gift to you..."
He laughed loudly. Lifting the heads, he discovered the carriage was empty and paused.
The sound of horse hooves came from behind him.
The Eldest Prince turned around.
The wind whistled by them. Yaoying sat on horseback, still dressed in the attire of a Great Wei's Princess with her gold and emerald flower inlaid hairpins and ceremonial clothes. Her face was hidden from view with a light veil, and her sleeves fluttered in the wind. The ornamental gems on her gorgeous dress glittered brilliantly, shining with gorgeous light, brimming with bright splendor. In the middle of the vast wilderness, she was all the more colorful and beautfiul.
The faint sunlight poured down through the gloomy sky and embraced Yaoying's face. She held the reins in her hand, shot a glance at the Eldest Prince and the head he was carrying, her face undisturbed.
Noble and graceful, as if the goddess of the Ninth Heaven had descended to Earth.
It seemed that the killing just now did not scare this delicate Han princess.
The Eldest Prince narrowed his eyes, casually threw the heads aside, and shouted at his soldiers: "Set up camp here!"
With these words, he swung onto his horse and sped back to the flat ground.
All the caravan's guards were beheaded, and the Hu merchants were also decapitated. The teenagers and the gray-haired elderly could not escape the horsemen's long swords. Only about twenty beautiful Hu women survived, kneeling in front of the horsemen's hooves and trembling.
The Eldest Prince circled the women slowly, picked a Hu girl at random, and pulled her onto the back of his horse.
A dozen other warriors, like him, each respectively picked a Hu girl and prepared to enjoy their spoils of war.
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Thousand Miles of Bright Moonlight
Romance"Thousand Miles Bright Moonlight" will be adapted to chinese drama soon. Yaoying transmigrated into a novel. In the chaotic and troubled times, many nations were at war. Her father happened to be the most powerful of those vying for supremacy, her...
