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Thick black smoke rose into the clouds. The soldiers looked at the rapidly growing black dot with an emotion between enemies in their eyes. National hatred, family hatred, racial grievances. The Qin and the Hun people are born mortal enemies, every Hun people are born to know the wealth of the Qin people from the mouths of their parents, and every Qin person who wears a crown listens to the stories of the masters among the students and knows the general Xue Qiyun: The Huns are immortal. Where is home. Some hatred is for a reason, and some are engraved in the blood, although some masters advocate peace, but as long as the desire of the steppe people to survive and expand remains unchanged, the war will never stop.

"The red haired man is here again, everyone be careful, the machine gunner is ready, the gunner is ready, quickly send an airship to inform Zhang Shuai, brothers, everyone must hold on, you must not let a red haired man enter, behind it is the people we swore to protect. A garrison general said.

"From now on, after my death, I will be succeeded by the cavalry commander, and after the death of the cavalry commander, I will be succeeded by the patrol captain, and when the captain dies, Du Bo will be followed by Du Bohu, and Du Bo will die and the commander of the army will command the battle, and the last person will burn the flag. Seeing the number of Hun cavalry below, the general said, and at the same time he sighed secretly This time, I am afraid that this time the Hun cavalry did not divide the troops into ten roads as usual, but only two roads.

"The commander of the steppe people this time is not simple. The general thought to himself.

In the autumn, the vanguard of the 1.5 million army of the steppe people attacked 500,000 taels and attacked the 392nd domain fortress of the Qin Empire. Even after the losses of the great storm, the steppe people still gathered more than 200,000 troops.

The soldiers on the fortress saw as many tents as stars, and even the sluggish knew their fate, but they had no regrets, they were ready to deal a fierce blow to the vanguard of the steppe people.

The battle was extremely fierce, with machine guns and gunfire from the Qin people. The sound of the steppe wizard chanting a spell and the string of the bow and arrow, and the roar of the pony all merged. All kinds of fighting qi converged into two streams, the blood red of the grassland people and the golden yellow of the Qin people.

The mountains and seas of corpses are not enough to describe the tragic situation at this moment, and the grassland people are constantly charging and falling. But instead of frightening them, the huge casualties seemed to irritate their already frantic nerves like an invisible force.

The grassland people launched the final impact, and more than 100,000 demon horses rushed frantically towards the fortress of the Qin army, and in an instant, the earth seemed to be shattered, and the billowing black smoke emitted an endless aura of destruction, finally. The battle flags of the Qin people burned violently, and it seemed that there was a soldier trying to make a final resistance, only to see him rush towards a steppe cavalry who had just jumped up on a magic horse.

There seemed to be a joke in the eyes of the steppe people, and before the soldier could rush forward, the flames of the magic horse had already caused the soldier to burn violently, and the soldier somehow used the last force on his body to rush towards the steppe cavalry who was looking at him condescendingly before he died・・・・・・

In this battle, the steppe people left a total of more than 20,000 corpses. They gathered the corpses of their comrades and the corpses of the Qin people who had died in battle, and then a charge, the flaming hooves of the horses instantly crushed everything into pulp and burned to ashes, a gust of wind blew, and the surrounding air was filled with the smell of burnt meat.

The steppe man continued to charge towards the next fortress, still like a sharp blade, but already soaked in blood.

When the last fortress was breached, there were only more than 90,000 of the 200,000 steppe cavalry left, but the terrifying murderous aura was even stronger, and it was hard to imagine what they would do once they rushed into the territory of the Qin people.

"Ukasa. Woo-woo, a huge trumpet sounded, and suddenly the steppe people burst into a loud laugh.

It turned out that they had successfully broken through to the northern fortress of the Qin people・・・・・・

At this time, people are still immersed in sleep, and maybe tomorrow they will be ruthlessly destroyed, but today is still today, and the people who live here are used to shaking hands with death.

Early in the morning, the sun rises and people start their day.

Many people were busy, children were going to the school to listen to the teachers' lectures, women were busy with the day's chores, and men were going to the fields to harvest the winter grain, when a great noise came from afar.

"It's not good, the Hungarian cavalry, the Hungarian cavalry has killed it. Quick, men can be ready to fight, women and children run quickly, remember to scatter and flee along the river to the east, our army is there, don't run in a place with a wide field of vision, quick, quickly send someone to the students to inform the masters to organize the students to run. Ahh The man fell to the ground, and directly in front of him a steppe cavalry shot at him.

"Chief, no! The brothers fought with the Huns. I saw a group of peasants holding the sharp swords they were wearing, and they rushed towards the Hun cavalry with fighting spirit.

The Hun cavalry did not panic at all. There was no expression on his handsome face. Draw the bow, shoot, shoot.

In just a few breaths, three men fell, their fighting qi shield was easily pierced, and the Hun man crashed into another person, swinging his knife and quickly slashing and slashing, cutting his throat in an instant, and the gap between his superb martial arts and strength was evident at this moment.

"Hahaha, Brother Timoshen, you and I will compete to see who kills more. Duolun said with a laugh.

As soon as he finished speaking, he rushed ahead of the first, bypassing the men who intercepted him, using the speed of the magic pony to rush behind them and cut off their heads in an instant. The blade cut through a beautiful arc, and the heads were cut off one by one, and blood gushed out like a mountain spring.

"Hahahahaha. The wails of the people around them did not awaken their senses in the slightest. Perhaps they were sane now, and the laughter of the Huns could be heard even by the fleeing women and children thousands of kilometers away. One of the little girls couldn't hold back her crying anymore, and her mother hit her. The girl seemed to understand what was not crying, the woman hugged the girl and did not speak, and the people around seemed to understand that they could not escape.

The sound of rumbling horses' hooves became more and more advanced, and the distance of thousands of meters was only a few tens of seconds.

The woman looked at the Huns, and she used her body to block her daughter behind her.

"Hahahaha. The Huns around them were talking, and they seemed to appreciate the woman's behavior, but they also seemed to laugh.

The woman's head was lifted high, and he was killed by a handsome and slightly immature young man, whose name was Barrett, who had just become a father this year. He was going to use this woman's head to pray for the blessing of his daughter, who had just completed the moon, like the Immortal Heaven.

The whole earth was stained red with blood, and the sunset came earlier than usual, and I don't know if it was autumn or the unyielding blood that stained the sunset in the sky red.

Bang la blah.

The rain began to fall, but it could not wash away the blood from the ground. One by one, the terrible pillars of human heads rose from the ground. It seems to tell people about everything that has happened.

When the young man saw all this, he silently said in his heart: This is war, this is mad war. In Abys, it was a child's play, and in Abys, the victors were usually more cruel, and the demons used the pain of their enemies to show their merits. The massacre was only the most basic, and the teenagers had long been numb to it, or rather, accustomed to it.

Goliath's brutality, Beru's madness, Nas's cunning. Abyss is a gathering place for murderers and madmen. Where there is a group of sane neuropaths, the long life has made their disregard for life itself deep in the bone marrow, there is no pain, because there is pain itself, the madness factor that pervades everywhere in Abysis stimulates the demons' desire to conquer, there is nothing more ordinary than killing, there are battles in Abyss every moment, it is simply crazy, Abyss has not changed in a thousand years, and I am going to go crazy everywhere. They are best described by a group of sane madmen, which is perhaps the reason why the demons are both obsessed with and disgusted with Abys.

It is still necessary to increase the strength as soon as possible, this world is so dangerous, the ferocity of the enemy is not a mistake, the mistake is that he is too weak, and not having strength is the biggest mistake.

With the retreat of the steppe army to the north, the retaliation of the Qin people is also about to begin, which is the war. People kill each other, sometimes with a purpose, sometimes without a purpose.

When spring came, the boy went to Qin's northern dominion, the capital of the Lubei generals, alone. It is also the original martial arts and cultivation of the Qin people.

It seems that I haven't seen those cultivators yet, and I don't know if the real cultivators are as recorded in the Naswen Chronicles.

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