441: Chapter 441 Don't let your guard down!

"Kill!"

Wei Zheng's eyes were fixed on the Shule Tribe cavalry falling to the ground, his gaze filled with murderous intent.

"Kill!"

He ordered a thousand guards to launch an attack.

At the same time, the guards hiding in the trenches were like tigers released from their cages, aiming their dark muzzles at the Shule Tribe cavalry falling off their horses.

For a moment, gunfire erupted, and a dense hail of bullets poured toward the enemy like raindrops.

Under the powerful pincer attack from front and back, the Shule Tribe cavalry were driven into a corner.

They had just scrambled up from the ground in a sorry state, and before they could find their footing, they were hit by relentless bullets. They let out screams and fell heavily once more. Blood spread across the ground, and the air was thick with the smell of gore.

"Damn it!"

The Niao Rong Great Elder's face turned ashen with rage, looking like a piece of cold pig iron, so gloomy it seemed ready to drip water at any moment.

In such a short time, his proud five thousand cavalry had been swept away like fallen leaves in a gale, with at least a third lost. This heavy loss was like a sharp blade, cruelly piercing the Niao Rong Great Elder's heart.

The following cavalry witnessed the miserable fate of the vanguard, and their faces turned pale with fright as terror spread across their features.

Their legs trembled uncontrollably, and their eyes were filled with fear as they began to retreat in panic.

For the vanguard, the failure of the follow-up troops to keep up was undoubtedly a fatal blow.

Those cavalry who had already broken into the Great Qin Merchant Caravan's positions were now isolated and without help, like lambs to the slaughter. Under the storm-like attacks of the Great Qin Merchant Caravan's guards, they had no power to fight back and could only be massacred in a one-sided slaughter.

"Hah!"

The Niao Rong Great Elder was beyond furious. He suddenly raised his hand and slapped his thigh heavily, the sound echoing loudly across the silent battlefield.

His face was filled with exasperation, and his eyes were bloodshot, like an enraged beast.

A raging fire burned in his heart, and he wanted to fight again regardless of the cost to salvage this pathetic situation.

However, at this moment, the army had lost all morale.

The soldiers' eyes were filled with fear, and their bodies could not stop trembling.

Their fighting spirit had been completely destroyed, and they were simply unable to organize an effective offensive again.

Left with no choice, the Niao Rong Great Elder gnashed his teeth and reluctantly sounded the gong for retreat.

That melodious yet helpless sound of the gong seemed like a dirge for this failed battle.

"Clean up the battlefield. Collect all the bows and any usable arrows."

Wei Zheng's expression was solemn as he methodically instructed the guards.

Although they had successfully repelled this attack by the Shule Tribe, he knew full well that after suffering such a great loss, the Shule Tribe would definitely not let the matter drop.

Wei Zheng was certain that the Shule Tribe would surely make a comeback.

Their caravan did not have a complete logistical supply chain, and the amount of ammunition they carried was limited.

Once the bullets were all fired, the originally powerful revolvers would instantly become useless scrap metal. At that time, their combat effectiveness would be greatly reduced.

On the other hand, this was the Shule Tribe's territory, and they had complete logistical support. By comparison, the advantage was obvious.

In war, logistical support is crucial, like the lifeline of an army. Wei Zheng had the guards collect bows and arrows precisely to prepare for the difficult situation after the bullets were exhausted.

After all, they were not equipped with bows and arrows when they set out. If they did not seize them from the enemy, they would completely lose their long-range weapons once the bullets ran out, making them even more passive when facing the enemy.

"Shule Tribe, have you thought about the consequences of doing this?!"

Flames of anger flickered in Wei Zheng's eyes. In all his times escorting the caravan, this was the first time he had encountered such a large-scale and arrogant attack.

The Shule Tribe had caused such a stir this time; they were clearly making themselves an enemy of Great Qin openly!

He thought to himself that their Great Qin was not weak or easily bullied, nor were they useless!

If he were lucky enough to escape this crisis, he swore he would have His Majesty the Head of State send troops to completely wipe out the Shule Tribe, making them pay a heavy price for their reckless behavior.

Even if he unfortunately died in battle, he firmly believed that His Majesty the Head of State would certainly investigate the matter thoroughly and avenge him and his fallen brothers!

"Phew!"

Zhao Yong watched the Shule Tribe cavalry retreat like a ebbing tide and finally let out a slow sigh of relief.

His heart was full of gratitude that he hadn't decided to go toward the canyon.

If they had really chosen that path, once the Shule Tribe people lay in ambush above the canyon and launched an attack from a high vantage point, it would have inevitably caused them huge casualties. The consequences would have been unimaginable!

"Do not let your guard down."

Wei Zheng warned Zhao Yong with a serious expression, his tone carrying an unquestionable authority: "The Shule Tribe will definitely come to attack us again! We must remain vigilant at all times and cannot afford the slightest slack."