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May 21st, yin...

"Xilulu..."

A sharp and dull horse roar echoed in the four fields of the former Luojin tribe. Under the sky, looking into the eyes, there were 7,000 alien cavalry in a row in a row, standing on the vast grassland. Judging from their anxious expressions, it seemed that they were waiting for a thrilling battle to come.

"Well~~"

“Hululu…”

A roar of hissings led to the restlessness of the entire cavalry in the front. Their mounts stomped their front hooves uneasily and kept stepping on the lush grass under their feet.

The short and strong alien warriors on the horse pulled the reins and tried their best to soothe them. However, at this moment, these most proud warriors outside the frontier were flashing with an uncontrollable fear in their eyes.

Once upon a time, they were so energetic that they were the veritable overlords of the Far East. They conquered the entire Far East with the arc-shaped scimitar in their hands and the war horse under their crotch, and plundered unimaginable wealth and population.

They have enslaved millions of people in the Central Plains, driven them as cattle and sheep, and done the dirtiest and tiring work, ruthlessly trampled on the dignity they should have as human beings; they have ruined countless young girls, and used the most brutal and cruel methods to ruthlessly take away the chastity they valued most, and looked at them crying and crying under themselves, so comfortable and pleasant; they have obtained unimaginable wealth, and the countless cows, sheep, cloth, exquisite gold, silver and jade wares have all the wealth accumulated by generations of people in the Central Plains to their own pockets...

Everything that happened before was so beautiful and charming, just like yesterday's yellow flowers, which makes people intoxicated in it for a long time...

They have the capital to be proud and the ability to gain wealth and glory. The scimitar in their hands defeated hundreds of times the soldiers of the Great Zhou. The war horses under their crotch were still roaring in their ears, telling their past glory.

They have a name that once scared the seven provinces of the Far East...

Hulan Cavalry!

However, all this beauty came to an abrupt end because of the rise of the new forces in the Far East. The Hulan people, who were at their peak, quickly knocked down the abyss from their beautiful longings. In just two years, the fire that the Hulan people once ignited was extinguished by the new forces in a pool of blood...

Jingweiying, Liu Ce, Chen Qing, Yang Kaishan, Wu Zhenying, Fengchou Nian...

The terrifying and terrifying names made them sleeplessly like nightmares. The terrible and tenacity of that army was beyond their imagination. Their aggressiveness and greed were more intense than themselves, and their means were more cruel than themselves...

Today, what they have to face is the nightmare they don’t want to face the least - the Far East Army. If they can choose, they will stay away from this land of right and wrong without hesitation, and even crawl at the feet of the enemy for forgiveness.

However, they had no choice. The Hulan Royal Court issued a death order and had to resist the encirclement of the royal court by the Far Eastern Army at all costs. The order of the Military Governor's Office was...

The Hulan people must exterminate their clan...

This is destined to be a desperate and cruel war. Perhaps death is the final destination of these proud warriors in the past...

Tuta, forty-two years old this year, is also a great patriarch of the Luojin tribe. Three years ago, he followed his former patriarch Lou Naqian to fight Yuanzhou. In the first battle against Liu Ce, only he and a few people survived the tribe warriors who went to fight. Last summer, Liu Ce went out of the frontier, and all the grassland tribes drifted blood. He joined his former Hulan Khan Dong Li to encircle and suppress Liu Ce. As a result, he escaped by chance and survived tenaciously in the terrible "Distance of the Heavenly River". In the winter of the same year, in order to avoid the plague, Tuta led his troops to northern Hebei to avoid disasters. As a result, he encountered Liu Ce's Northern Expedition Army, and almost all the Hulan people in Shuoyang were wiped out. Only he, disguised himself as he returned to the outside world with some confidants, and once again avoided the shadow of death.

But this time, Tuta vaguely felt that the God of Luck would no longer favor him, because he had to face the Qingziying, the most elite cavalry unit of the Far East Army.

Qing's camp, all of which are cavalry units, one man, three horses, and all men and horses. In terms of individual soldiers' killing and destructive capabilities, they are second only to the heavy-armed cavalry that Liu Ce once had.

However, the number of heavy-armed cavalry is scarce and is destined to be unable to be equipped on a large scale due to terrain restrictions. Moreover, the single charge combat method is easily attacked from both sides. Since his formation, it has only been a deterrent force in the army.

Since its establishment, Qingzi Camp has been learning from experience in battles and growing slowly, and eventually became a white death whirlwind that scared the entire foreign country.

In the hearts of Hulan people, Qingziying has another even more terrifying name...

White robe Death...

"Well~~"

A shrill neigh of war horses broke the worry in Tuta's heart. He looked nervously at the empty horizon opposite, his Adam's apple couldn't stop rolling up and down, and his face was extremely anxious...

The 7,000 Hulan cavalry standing quietly also looked horrified, and many people's chests began to fluctuate violently due to tension...

"Xilulu..."

“Huff…”

The sound of horses and the faintly audible flags spread into the ears of the Hulan cavalry, immediately calming their originally anxious mood...

Now, even if they want to run away, it's too late...

"Haha..."

"Swish~~"

When the first cavalry and a red blood flag appeared on the opposite horizon came into view, the Hulan cavalry instantly pulled out the scimitar on his waist, and the cavalry in the back also waved the tiger spear in their hands, ready to welcome the upcoming fierce battle and fighting...

Pieces of white-robed cavalry appeared on the horizon in the distance, and under the gloomy sky, slowly forming a huge wave that slowly rose up, approaching him like a tide.

"Uh~p~"

"Bang~"

Among the Hulun people, a young warrior who went to the battlefield for the first time, looked at the rolling scene of the white waves, and could not stand the stimulation. He suddenly vomited a mouthful of bile, shook his body, turned sideways and fell off the horse and was unconscious, and put an ominous shadow on the heart of the Hulun cavalry who was solemnly ready to start the war...

"Don't panic! Get ready for the fight! Pull him down!"

Tuta shouted loudly to stop the somewhat turbulent cavalry, staring at the white-robed cavalry formation in front of him, silently thinking about strategies to break the enemy...

However, Tuta, who had seen the combat methods of Qingzi Camp, had thought of many ways to avoid the white-robed cavalry's charge, but there was no effective way to resist them. It seemed that it could only leave the will of fate...

After a long time, Tuta shook his head with a wry smile, looked at the white waves in the distance, and sighed, "I didn't shoot Chen Qing to death by an arrow back then, but I didn't expect it to bring me such a terrible disaster to the Hulan Grassland. Oh... Is this the so-called fate? Forget it, just like that, maybe, after today, I will be freed..."

After breathing a long sigh, Tuta calmed down, pulled out the scimitar made of iron from his waist, raised his head and shouted at his troops, "Warriors of Hulan Grassland! You are the most noble race in the world and the only overlord of this grassland!

Now, the group of ignorant sheep on the opposite side want to challenge your status, to plunder the land that the Mother of the Earth gives us to live and reproduce, and to kill all your children and capture your women and become dirty official slaves. Are you willing to do this!"

"Not to give up~Not to give up~"

The seven thousand Hulan cavalry shouted heart-wrenchingly, echoing under the cloudy sky. Their faces became extremely distorted and ferocious. It was the product of the combination of two extreme emotions of fear and unwillingness...

“Okay~”

Tuta shouted again, and then the scimitar slowly fell from the top of his head, pointing at the white-robed god of death, "Today, let us use the scimitar in our hands to let this group of sheep understand that the Hulan people will always be the most powerful ethnic group on this grassland. The people of the Central Plains can only become our slaves and are whipped and driven by us,

In order to protect this land, our wives and children, and to protect the dignity of the Hulan people, we transform into wolves and tear all the sheep in front of us into pieces!

Warriors! It’s time to test you. Take out your courage and send the invaders who dare to defil the holy land in the cruelest way to pay holy tribute to the Mother of the Earth. With blood and violence, they can understand that the Hulan people will never be defeated~~”

"Aoao~~"

"Aoao~~"

"Aoao~~"

The seven thousand Hulan cavalrymen made a sound, and kept waving the shaking scimitar on the horse's back, and the murderous intent in their eyes shot hard at the white-robed cavalry who was approaching in front.

At this moment, they regained their pride and confidence as Hulan people, and once again became the wolves that were traversing the provinces in the Far East as if they were in a no-man...

However……

All of this...

It seems destined to be just...

At the end of the power...

There is no meaning...

Because the enemy on the opposite side is not a sheep or a pack of wolves, but a god of death that was reborn from the fire of war. He fought all over the Far East and the Great Wall, and was defeated without a single defeat. The more he fought, the stronger he became, the more fierce he fought...

"Did those Hu Zi get rid of chicken blood? What's the point of yelling?"

In front of Qingzhang, the deputy commander Deng Lingce and the horse were on the back of the horse. Looking at the passionate scene opposite from the mirror, he mocked him with disdain.

After he put down the mirror, he sighed and said, "Forget it, let them call me, just regard it as the last words before their death. If a person is about to die, his words are good. After today, this Hulan cavalry will turn into cold corpses, rest in peace on this land forever, and turn into a handful of loess..."

After "mercy", Deng Ling turned around and nodded to the personal soldiers beside him. The personal soldiers immediately raised a small red flag in their hands and waved it from above their heads...

The next moment...

"Woooooooooooooo~~"

"Dongdongdongdongdong~~"

The drums and horns were ringing, deafening, and the heaven and earth were trembling...

“Ye~ah~”

"Dong~~"

A burly Wu clan soldier was half his arms, gritted his teeth and widened his eyes, and waved the drumsticks as thick as his thighs in his hand with all his strength. With a long roar, he hit a heavy blow on a big animal skin drum. The drum surface immediately made a dull hum, spreading to the ears of the six thousand iron cavalry soldiers...

"Drink~~"

"Well~~"

The six thousand cavalrymen in Qingzi Camp moved when they heard the sound, and instantly arranged the fence formation. They held the cavalry and the exquisite ring-headed sword in their hands, looked at the Hulan cavalry in the distance with a condensation expression, quietly waiting for the horn of the attack, preparing to launch a tragic bloody battle of revenge!

Today, they will use the sharp blade in their hands to tell the world about the humiliation, disasters, and fears that have been dominated by foreign races. They will be completely ended with the splash of blood in the enemy's body!

The grassland will usher in a new era, truly belonging to the era where the people of Shenzhou are galloping! And I am the founder of the founder of this era!

This glory belongs to the invincible Jingwei camp, the invincible Far Eastern Army, and the former army commander-in-chief Liu Ce who created all this!

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Chapter completed!