The vast desert, the dead sea of ​​sand, the dunes rolling and endless. In the desert, there are yellow sand and the setting sun as blood. Suddenly! Thousands of dark red cavalry rushed by like torrents. When the horses marched, they were advancing and retreating in an orderly manner. The orders were prohibited along the way, only the sound of horse hooves and the sound of the collision between weapons and armor. You can see that they are brave and good at fighting tigers and wolves.

The knight who was leading the horse was burly, with a nose as hanged as a gallbladder, a face as jade, wearing a beast's mouth swallowing shoulders, a square painting halberd in his hand, a three-pointed purple gold crown, two long pheasants tails waving in the wind, and a blood-red cloak roared. At this moment, he looked forward with great anxiety in his eyes, but he saw a horse riding far away from the yellow sand. The horse immediately carried his body low and rose and fell as the horse galloped. It was already in front of him in a few breaths!

The man immediately rolled off his saddle and fell heavily into the yellow sand. He couldn't struggle for a moment. The soldiers around him looked carefully and couldn't help but look surprised and respectful. He saw that the man had several arrows, and the arrows were shot from behind, piercing through the two layers of raw cowhide tanned leather armor in front and back. The arrows stained with blood on his chest were shining with a cold light under the setting sun. The man's whole body was already penetrated by the rain of blood. A strong smell of blood came to his nose, and everyone could see that the man's blood had already flowed out, and it was entirely supported by his own perseverance.

"Coach... Coach..." The man couldn't open his eyes, and the shouts gradually weakened.

Two soldiers hurried over to support him, but the knight who had just taken the lead in the cavalry had already taken the lead to the seriously injured man and asked in a deep voice, "What is the military situation?" After hearing the knight's voice, the man miraculously woke up again, and his voice became much louder, "It's not the bandits who came to besiege, but the Wangfujing seven miles away... The brothers lost more than half of the brothers..." The man suddenly tilted his head and stopped breathing.

The military situation was urgent, and the knight did not care about properly handling the funeral for such a tough man. He took off his cloak and covered the man's body, and then suddenly turned over to the horse. "My sons, kill the enemy with me quickly!" Before he finished speaking, the war horse under his crotch had already rushed out first!

Under the command of the commander, the soldiers behind him all turned blood red. They silently looked at the robes covered by the blood-red cloak, and whipped their hands hard to chase the commander away. In a short while, the fierce cavalrymen who were coming and going like the wind were walking quietly, leaving only a messy horse hoof print winding straight towards the horizon.

The wind gradually became stronger, blowing the fine yellow sand overwhelmingly. The body gradually was covered by the yellow sand and finally disappeared completely in the sand.

Wangfu Well, it is said that a woman was digging for her husband who went to war. The age is no longer verified. In the vast desert, water means wealth, survival and hope are centered on this well. Merchants from all over the Silk Road, who traveled from north to south once formed a prosperous town, but as the water of the well slowly dried up, the once bustling town gradually became quiet. In the end, most of them were covered by wind and sand, leaving only the dry well and several broken buildings.

Now, the Hu Ben Cavalry, who was ordered to suppress the bandits, has been sieged by the thieves here for more than half of the siege. All of the Hu Ben Cavalry are brave and good at fighting against tiger and wolf athletes who have been on the battlefield for a long time. They can make them lose more than half of their enemies. The so-called bandits are absolutely impossible. The knight's eyes are still cold, but there seems to be a kind of flame burning in his heart.

The guards behind him couldn't help but feel confused. They still knew his character very well about the young marshal who was usually served by the horses. The young marshal was indifferent and steady by nature, and the soldiers in the meeting were as siblings as brothers. The scout who died just now was actually a child of his clan. In the past, no matter how urgent the military situation was, the young marshal would have left at least a few soldiers to deal with the funeral. However, today, the young marshal actually asked everyone to march directly. His love for horses and winds was a heterogeneous dragon horse purchased from Dayuan people for tens of thousands of dollars when his father was alive. The young marshal usually cherished him a lot. He always took care of the feeding and washing himself, and never put it into the hands of others. The horse was quite humane and killed countless enemies on the battlefield with the young marshal. The young marshal never wanted to beat it, but today, the young marshal was completely different from the two, whipping the standing horse with one whip after another.

Could it be because of him? The guard thought about it but shook his head secretly. The man had cut off his robe and righteousness with the young marshal since the second general died in battle, and ended his brotherly relationship. He had quarreled with the young marshal several times in the tent. If the generals under the tent had not pleaded with mercy, he would have been almost engaged in the military law of the young marshal. Later, although he was promoted to the main general of the Hu Ben Cavalry because of his outstanding military achievements, his relationship with the young marshal did not ease at all, but became more and more intense.

The young commander who led the team was galloping while thinking secretly that the youngest brother who was just in Wuxiang's year. Since his second brother died in battle, the young man took on the burden of his second brother and joined the army, and trained the group of arrogant soldiers and generals who had been on the battlefield to obey. However, now the front army is besieged, with his personality, this kid will definitely lead the way and fight bravely. But now the enemy is definitely prepared, and he is really afraid that his reckless nature will fall into the enemy's plan. The knight couldn't help but whip the already bloody buttocks of the horse.

Seven miles away, just half a stick of incense was spent under the cavalry's full strength. You can see several dilapidated huts around Wangfujing from afar. A large number of soldiers in red and black armor were fighting desperately. The fierce shouts of killing went straight to the sky. What the wind brought was not only fine yellow sand, but also a strong smell of blood.

The besieged enemy saw the group of cavalry coming to rescue from a distance, and instantly split two infantry formations from the iron barrel-like battle formation to block the enemy. The infantry were all ragged and strong. Everyone was not afraid of the galloping cavalry. On the contrary, everyone's eyes were full of bright red bloodshots, fanaticism, tyranny! Greed! Under the interweaving of all emotions, these hideous guys were no longer facing the brave and famous Hu Ben Cavalry, but white silver and fragrant food.

The handsome young marshal's star eyes couldn't help but shrink. "It's him. In order to destroy us, even the mastiffs were sent out!" The young marshal couldn't help but feel ache in his heart. "The cunning rabbit died and the good dog cooked, and the birds were full of good bows. Do you really want to cut the Li family out of the roots?"

The Mastiff is a phalanx of infantry formed entirely by death row prisoners and slaves. They select fierce and strong death row prisoners or slaves, and then use secret medicine to make them, and finally become a deadly soldier who only knows how to fight. Such a combat machine that is not afraid of death, pain, fatigue, and does not need to think about is really the soldier that every commander dreams of. However, because the cost of creating such a soldier is too high, only a few elite legions in the Damo Dynasty have a small number of mastiffs. This shows that the identity of the person who can fully grasp this power is about to emerge.

The lineup of the Mastiffs camp was scattered, and the soldiers used old equipment eliminated from other troops. Although it looked no different from ordinary death row camps, the young marshal did not forget some rumors about Mastiffs that his father told him privately when he was alive. "Mastiffs are extremely powerful and do not fear pain. When they are hungry and injured, their combat power will increase sharply. However, Mastiffs also have a fatal weakness... Unfortunately, when their father was chatting here, he was interrupted by other things, and now he can only be careful.

While the young marshal was thinking, the distance between the two sides had flew in a flash. The ferocious dog was approaching. The young marshal suddenly shouted, "Put!" He held a painting halberd and grabbed the horse's belly. He chasing the wind and neighed, and he jumped up in a loud voice. The horse's hooves as big as a sea bowl were stomping towards the current mastiff!

Hearing the order, the cavalry behind him gathered behind Shao Magistrate Xiang in tacit understanding and formed a triangular formation with the young Magistrate as the arrow, and Xiang Magistrate rushed over!

It was like a huge wave hitting the reef, either shattering the reef or returning in vain. The young general swung his halberd forward with a fierce sway. The mastiff suddenly had a scattered blood sputtering high in the face of his body and head. The tiger cavalry was all elites of the hundred battles. How to speed up, swing the sword, and how to cooperate, everyone was already the same habit as eating and sleeping. The cavalry slashed at the enemy, but at this time the mastiff's power was also prominent.

Although some mastiffs were chopped down or knocked down when they were unable to dodge, the formation of mastiffs was tight in front and loose in the back. Although once they entered the formation, the cavalry could easily break through inside with their own speed like a knife cutting butter, the dense mastiffs behind could rely on their powerful force to stagnate the cavalry's speed. The cavalry actually relied on that momentum to kill the enemy. Once the speed was reduced, the cavalry that came and went like the wind would be slaughtered like an eagle with its wings. At this time, the mastiffs also showed their bloody and cruel killing methods.

He approached the rushing war horse without dodging or avoiding it, stabbed the rusty long sword in his hand forward, and then jumped on the war horse with a clever agility that was completely incompatible with humans and bit the cavalry's body. Several mastiffs even worked together to break the cavalry and the horses down, and then rushed up and down the chaotic blades.

For the cavalry, rushing into such a battle formation is like falling into the mud. In the unknowing struggle, the cavalry had been slowly suffocated to death. However, the cavalry did not dodge at all. They believed in their commander, the God of War on the battlefield who was invincible in the battle, and the butcher with his hands covered with the blood of the enemy. No matter how dangerous it was, the soldiers would feel as if they had a calm mind when they saw his two pheasant tails that were swaying in the wind. The cavalry in front fell down, and the one behind immediately made up the gap. One after another, the cavalry returned blood with the brutal mastiffs!
Chapter completed!