The sound of hooves was as tight as a drum, and the sound of horse hooves hit everyone's chests like a hammer, making people breathless for a moment. In the tent where laughter was originally, there was a silence like death.

Although the account is quiet, it is not quiet outside the account.

Everyone in the tent clearly heard the shrill screams from outside the tent, and some even had an illusion that the shrill screams were like the howls made by the tribe slaughtering livestock when a grand event was held.

A man near the curtain finally stood up suddenly, pulled out the sword from his waist, rushed to the curtain in a few steps, reached out and pulled open the curtain with a "whistle" sound, and looked like he was about to rush out, but everyone in the tent saw that after the man opened the curtain, his body suddenly staggered back a few steps. The scimitar he held in his hand had already fallen off his hand and landed on the ground.

The man covered his throat with one hand, and everyone finally saw clearly that a sharp arrow had penetrated the man's neck. The man staggered back a few steps and fell to the ground. He was not dead for a while and was still struggling on the ground.

Everyone's expressions changed drastically, and they drew their swords one after another. Someone shouted: "Oh, the big tent is on fire!" But the top of the clan leader's big tent had already started to burn.

This sudden change shocked everyone. He was shocked by the slightest alcohol. The drunkenness had already awakened. Those who had not yet awakened also tried their best to stand up and know that something big was happening.

Wanli Pu had already grabbed the scimitar. He only felt that his tent was surrounded by crying and screams, and the sound of iron hooves of war horses was clearly audible, but he could not think of who would attack the Wanli tribe at this time.

He didn't have much time to think about it, because he had seen that several war horses had rushed in from the curtain. His big tent was quite large, and several war horses rushed in, but they didn't seem crowded, but they brought deep fear. After several cavalry rushed in, they held a spear in their hands without any hesitation. The sharp blade of the spear had pierced at the horrified people.

The spear was like lightning, and the move was like a snake. In an instant, several people were pierced by the spear. The others finally woke up and waved their swords to meet them. However, they were drinking too much, and the sudden change made them unable to accept it. Their knife was not steadily held, but the enemy's spear was sharp and ruthless.

Wanli Pu knew that things were not good, so he did not rush up like others. He felt his head dizzy. When the knight ruthlessly massacred, he had already run to the edge of the big tent and slashed hard on the tent with a knife. His knife was very sharp, but as the clan leader's big tent, his big tent was very strong. He slashed several times and finally split a hole. He heard the sound of horse hooves behind him, and a cavalry was already rushing towards him with a spear. Wanli Pu's entire body rushed towards the cracked hole. The hole was too small, and he didn't rush out for a while, but was stuck in it.

He was extremely shocked. He had already rushed over. The spear spear had already stabbed him. Wan Li Pu roared and used his strength to break out of the hole. He hurriedly came out of the big tent, rolled and crawled for a few steps, and knocked down someone head-on.

Wanlipu was knocked to the ground, kneeling on the ground, and raised his head, and at this moment, he saw the scene that would never be forgotten. His Wanli tribe base camp was completely trapped in a sea of ​​fire, from all directions, as if all the tents had been swallowed by the fire, and the flames illuminated the entire camp as bright as day.

In the camp, crying sounded loudly, and people fleeing everywhere were panicked and fleeing everywhere, as if they had no direction. In the fire, they saw a group of cavalry like demons from hell. They killed and set fire unscrupulously. As long as they were people from the Zhula tribe, whether they were men, women, young or old, as long as they were alive, they were the targets of these hell cavalry. Their spear pierced the clan leader's chest, their bows and arrows shot through the throats of the clan members, and their scimitar ruthlessly cut off the necks of the clan members.

This group of demonic cavalry seemed to be blown by the wind, and it was so strange.

Wanli Pu suspected that he was drinking too much, so he was having a nightmare.

He felt that his strength had been taken away in the fire, and stood up with difficulty. Then he saw several cavalry slowly coming towards him. He held the knife tightly and clearly saw the appearance of the other party in the bright light of daylight. The swords in the hands of five or six cavalrymen were still carrying blood, surrounded by a young knight.

The knight looked only in his early twenties. The scimitar at his waist was not pulled out, but he held a long bow in his hand. The expressionless face looked extremely cold in the firelight, just like a thousand-year-old iceberg. It made people feel cold when they looked at that face without being so cool.

"Who are you?" Wan Lipu raised his knife and pointed the blade at the other party, "What do you want to do?"

No one answered that the young knight's steady hand had already pulled out an arrow from the arrow box, and calmly bent his bow and pulled it like a full moon. Wan Lipu gritted his teeth and held the scimitar tightly. He saw that the arrow shot like lightning. Wan Lipu used force on his hand, and the arrow came over and waved his knife to cut, but it cut in vain. The sharp arrow had already shot through his throat.

His eyes were raised.

What a fast arrow!

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Under the Black Mountains, Maha Khan's face turned ashen.

It was already dawn and the warm sunshine had shone on the earth, but Maha Kanjima's mood was extremely cold. Looking at the Black Mountains, where blood flowed and corpses were piled up like mountains.

He has now begun to doubt that what he is facing is really a group of herders grazing on the grassland. If it were just those lowly herders, where did they come from such power and actually burst out with such strong combat power.

The troops were divided into two groups, and the plan to attack behind them once made Maha Vajra full of excitement, but the result was that he gave Maha Vajra a head of cold water.

After fighting for a night, there were heavy casualties on the front. Although they once attacked the first barrier and started a hand-to-hand fight with the Gulaqin people, it was extremely difficult to climb over the stone wall. The opponent prepared countless spears and hid behind the stone wall to use a spear formation. As long as the Tarik warriors climbed over the stone wall, there must be Gulaqin warriors jumping up and entangled with them. Even if the individual combat ability is not as good as that of the individual soldiers, those meaningless Gulaqin warriors often choose to die with the Tarik warriors and die with the Tarik warriors.

Last night there was a fierce battle, with both sides suffering heavy casualties.

More than a thousand people were lost in front, and what made Maha Karma the most heartbroken was that although the frontal attack suffered heavy losses last night, in order to attack the east and west, in order to fight against Nudoji's rear sneak attack, Maha Karma endured the heavy losses of his soldiers and gritted his teeth and did not withdraw his troops until the casualties were too tragic. Moreover, seeing that the left and right wing peaks had already lit torches, Maha Karma finally stopped his troops.

In the dark night, thousands of troops attacked Montenegro. Although they looked down on Gulaqin and other untouched, Maha Kyukang did not dare to take too much risk. If the Two Wings Peaks really attacked from left to right, even if the Tarik warriors had strong combat effectiveness, Maha Kyukang himself would not be sure of what the result would be.

After knowing that the war had stopped for a long time, Maha Kyusang learned that the 1,500 people who had been attacked by Nudoji were almost wiped out. Nudoji stalked the cicada, but the cicada was not caught, but was instead attacked by the oriole behind him. Nudoji's head was different, with 1,500 soldiers under him, and less than 100 people escaped.

In just less than two days, more than 3,000 people were killed or injured by Maha Karma's vanguard army, and they were all elite Tarik warriors.

Maha Vajra's heart was cold.

If three thousand people died and could catch Mahazang, he could still report to Mahara. However, nearly half of the Tarik warriors of the vanguard army were killed or injured, but they did not even break down any peak of the Three Peaks of the Black Mountains, and even a barrier of Eagle Head Peak did not break through. This was a number of casualties that were not proportional to the record. Maha Karma really felt unable to explain to Mahara.

I thought of saying to Mahara before leaving, I promised Mahara that I had already captured Mahazang before the main legion arrived. At this moment, the bold words seemed so absurd in the face of reality.

Nudoji's head was next to Maha Kwangang at this time. It was not difficult to find Nudoji on the battlefield. On the battlefield where corpses were everywhere, Nudoji's head was raised on a wooden stick, which was very high, so the soldiers who arrived at the scene saw Nudoji's bloody head at the first glance.

"King, what should we do now?" Dadu was very anxious. The shield formation, sneak attack technique, and strong attack had been used in a row, but there was no result in any battle. Mahara's main legion was about to arrive, how should he deal with it at that time?

Maha Vajra glanced at Dadu coldly and didn't say anything.

"Master, why not let Yelizier's men rush forward." Dadu said carefully: "Our Tarik suffered heavy losses, and the Three Thousand Babaitu was not completely damaged. It's time to let them go out."

"Fart!" Maha King Kong said coldly: "It has already hit this point. Do you want Babaitu to get a bargain? Even if you wait for the arrival of the Little Prince's main legion, you cannot afford them at this time."

Dadu wanted to say something, a fast horse rushed over and rolled over and dismounted: "King, the people of the Zhula tribe have arrived, and they are only ten miles away from Zuobi Peak, and have stopped there!"

Maha King Kong sneered: "Transfer our military orders to let the people of the Zhula tribe attack Zuochi Peak immediately!"

Dadu said anxiously: "Why are the king anxious to let the Jura attack?"

"I want them to see that they are not facing a group of mobs." At this time, Maha Karma had to admit that it was extremely difficult to attack Montenegro. "Let them taste the pain and know what it means to be easy to defend but difficult to attack."

He knew very well that since even his elite Tarik warriors could not capture Montenegro, then a group of mobs of Jura would certainly not be much stronger than the Tarik warriors. As long as the Lefty Bird Peak has the same combat power as the Eagle Head Peak, the Jura would not be able to capture the Lefty Bird Peak in a short time.

He was worried that when the Zhula people saw the current situation, they would look down on themselves as the king of the North Court from their hearts. Only by making the Zhula people suffer can they not look down on themselves.

The most important thing is that he is now thinking about how to get in contact with Mahara. If the attack of the Jura people is frustrated, neither army can achieve the results of the war by then, so Mahavajra will naturally have much more to say.

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