"Woo dou dou dou dou dou dou dou~~"

The long and desolate sound of trumpet suddenly cut through the sky with the rising sun. Immediately afterwards, the earth began to shake regularly and neatly. The gravels and gravels jumped up and down, and leaves fell off the branches one after another. Even the shoals of Haizi Waterfall in Jiuzhaigou could not help but ripples after wave after wave of endless ripples.

In the Sui army camp at the exit of the gouzi, the three hundred elite left guards stood up at the same time and looked at each other for a few times. Sweat was slightly oozing from the palm of the weapon, but it was not because of nervousness or fear, but because of excitement and expectation. The most difficult thing in the world is to wait. Although it is a life-and-death battle with 30,000 is a life-and-death battle. However, if you delay such a life-and-death matter for half a day, you will have to suffer half a day. So instead of waiting so endlessly, it is better to finish the matter quickly, and shoot one shot at a time, and fight for life and death simply and neatly.

Here comes. "Original history", this rise on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau and is about to continue to entangle with the Central Plains regime for the next three hundred years, causing blood to sprinkle the land of Longyou in Anxi. In the end, it is like a flash in the pan. Now it is taking advantage of its newborn tiger to challenge the nine-day dragon of the Sui Dynasty. Yang Zhao, who was standing on the wall of the camp, closed his eyes and took a deep breath, and his heart couldn't help but "bang bang bang bang bang" Yue

Jumped faster. Until this moment, he still didn't quite understand why Tubo, which had not begun to fight against the Central Plains regime in history until the Tianbao period of the Tang Dynasty, had been in the process of showing his fangs and ambitions for more than a hundred years. But no matter what, Yang Zhao knew that he could not retreat, but also had to hit the newborn tiger in the snowy country on the plateau, and put the torrent of history that might have begun to lose control back on the track it should take.

Protect those who love me! Protect those who love me! Protect this country and protect this brilliant era! So I cannot defeat, let alone defeat!

Yang Zhao suddenly opened his eyes. A bright light flashed in his eyes. He turned his arms and gently touched the sword box containing the Yin and Yang Order on his back with his fingertips. Then he took out the magical hand and immortal soldier from his arms and put it on. He picked up the stairs leaning against the earth wall. Luckily, he said: "Great Sui Dynasty, we will go to the national crisis together. If people violate me, they will be punished even if they are far away! Yang Zhao, the King of Henan and the General of the Left Guard of the Great Sui Dynasty, died here with the 300 robes today. Drums are raised!"

"Dong~Dong~Dong~Dong~Dong~Dong~Dong~Dong~Dong~Dong~Dong~Dong~" The sound of the intense war drums has been slow to rapid, and in just a blink of an eye, it has echoed in the sky, causing the blood in Sanbaijian's chest to roll as if it were boiling. The loud sound is faint, and the elephant is invisible. The leak point reaches its extreme, but it breeds unprecedented calmness and depth. Except for Cao Er and the fifty archers who were responsible for the fighting drums, the other 250 people were all armed and fishing out of the village and lined up in the open space in front of the village. Yang Zhao jumped over the earth wall, and the landing point happened to be in front of everyone. He paused hard and dug a shallow pit half an inch deep on the ground.

It is getting closer, closer, and closer. The fierce murderous aura soars into the sky. In an instant, countless birds and beasts in the ditch are also frightened and avoided. There are even heavy dark clouds in the sky gradually gathering and getting darker, making the world dim. Finally, as the amplitude of the vibration of the ground continues to increase, a darkness that is as strong as the deepest night appears at the end of the horizon.

Black big sword, black spear, black armor, black flag. Everything is pitch black. It seems that the army itself is the embodiment of misfortune and death. From the exit of the gouzi to the open space in front of the Sui army camp, there is no obstacle. When the Tubo army appeared in Yang Zhao's pupils, the Tubo army also saw Yang Zhao and his deep three hundred dead soldiers at the same time.

There was no surprise, no surprise, no hesitation, no hesitation. In the momentum, the Tubo vanguard, composed of infantry, pressed his spear down and pointed straight ahead with an incredibly neat movement. It was like a tsunami, and it continued to advance with a seemingly slow but indestructible momentum.

Three hundred steps! The sound of horns and war drums are getting louder and louder. The two sounds turn into invisible swords, and they are the first to launch a fierce battle in mid-air that teaches everyone the eardrum pain. Two hundred steps! Their faces and costumes are clearly visible. The Tubo soldiers' movements changed from jogging to rushing, and began to speed up in order to enhance the power of the last impact. One hundred steps! Standing on the wall of the camp, fifty archers lined up in a row, and at the same time pulled out the long bow and hit the wolf-toothed arrow, pointed to the sky diagonally and then let go. Fifty strong arrows with a sharp sound of "swish~" broke through the wind and shot out in the sharp roar of "swish~", and made their debut together so beautiful that they could kill.

The arc of the dead. In an instant, there was only a continuous sound of "Puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff" sound. The 50 wolf teeth sharp arrows were all hit. The Tubo soldiers who were caught in the arrows did not even hum and fell to the sky before they could hum a half. The trauma was not necessarily fatal. However, the army moved and could not stop. Countless legs trampled past the fallen comrades, and in an instant they trampled them into fifty piles of meat! However, for the Tubo army, this small loss was like throwing a few small stones into the sea, and even a wave could not be splashed. The huge black waves and howling rushing, getting closer and closer.

Fifty steps! Tubo soldiers have raised their iron shield to protect their heads. No matter how accurate the archer's arrows on the earthen wall are, they can no longer expand their results. Yang Zhao took a deep breath of dry air with the smell of sand and soil, raised his left arm, and clenched his fists and pointed straight at the sky. Three hundred pairs of eyes are focused on him at the same time. The stern murderous aura also soared into the sky. In terms of momentum, it will definitely not be as weak as the strong enemy who swarmed ants on the opposite side.

Thirty Steps! The impact of the Tubo army suddenly increased, and the rapid increase caused the tsunami to completely transform into a mountain collapse. Everyone pulled their throats and roared like a furious beast. They didn't know how great the country they were going to invade, nor did they know the real power of this country. They only knew that the number of enemies in front of them was only one percent of the one on their side. They only knew that killing all these insignificant enemies would have endless gold, silver and wealth and beautiful women to plunder. They thought this was a lion whose head was suddenly weak due to illness, and with blind faith, he thought he could bite off a few pieces of delicious flesh and blood from the lion. But he never thought that no matter how weak the lion was, he was still a lion, and no matter how loud the snow-capped pug barked, he would always be just a dog!

Twenty steps! Each other has breathed and can hear it. After three consecutive rounds of volleys, there was no time for arrows to support the earth wall. Yang Zhao's eyes were so cold that he shouted calmly: "Stay, get ready!" Before the shouting, the dead soldiers behind him set up iron shields at the same time and pressed forward to the front and wait for the spear. The eyes protected under the helmet flashed coldly, and did not hide their strong desire for blood. They were approaching, and there were only ten steps left to each other! Tubo bastards, come here! Let's go!
Chapter completed!