Chapter 870: How Did You Forget It?

After all, the ancient warrior is flesh and blood, not some flying immortal heroes, hungry to eat, thirsty to drink, to eat to pull, to a certain extent, the heavenly realm martial artist is already far beyond ordinary people, if in the face of more than ten long guns and short cannons that have not been fired, it is naturally not afraid, if it is in the battlefield where the artillery is fired, no matter how strong the individual combat ability is, it is futile, the locust-like cannonball bursts on the head at the same time, even if the protective qi is strong, it will become meat sauce.

Hundreds of years ago, when the Mongolian iron cavalry swept the world, there were many unknown unique materials, some of which are records about the ancient warriors, it turned out that Genghis Khan not only had the best iron cavalry scimitar, but also a large group of powerful ancient warriors recruited through various means, the golden knife of the Khan King, the ancient warriors sacrificed their lives to break the city and kill the generals, and made great achievements.

Genghis Khan conquered a country every time, the first thing to do was not to seize the wealth, but to do everything possible to recruit ancient warriors and all kinds of strange people, for those powerful ancient warriors and even the Great Khan came to Corporal Lixian in person, the number of ancient warriors who surrendered to Cheng reached 1,000 people for a time, how could such a strange soldier in the world not be invincible?

However, these warriors are arrogant in their bones, as long as the conquest stops, each is a role that is self-serving, and private fights between each other have become commonplace, the Great Khan famously said in the parchment scroll left behind, this strange soldier is a double-edged sword, which can both break the enemy and hurt himself, so Genghis Khan set a six-character iron law for these strong men. Try not to give them time to stop, preferring to consume in war.

After the death of Genghis Khan, his descendants did not follow this iron law, but after conquering several great powers, they enjoyed themselves with peace of mind, so that the remaining ancient warriors became sheathed blades, Tibetan buildings and good bows, many warriors who were tired of fighting have retired, they have a longer life than ordinary people, but the loyal is only Genghis Khan, the soldier dies for the confidant, if the confidant is not there, the rapid retreat is the right way.

There are also a group of ancient warriors loyal to Genghis Khan who took the initiative to ask Ying to guard in front of the imperial tomb, and they thrived in that land, and over time they became a small tribe, and the descendants of the ancient warriors have become today's mausoleum guards, this group of people will only obey the reasonable orders of the current Khan King, and will rarely leave the tribe in their lifetime, and no one has verified the combat power of this tribe, because those who want to go to the test are all dead.

As the current Khan king, Ahig naturally has the right to read the information left by the clan, he understands that his son is already a powerful ancient warrior, which must have experienced many little-known ups and downs and tribulations, as an incompetent father, he does not even dare to ask more, but he must stop his son from charging into battle with his blood.

The red light in the sky in the north is soaring, the rumbling explosion sound is like thunder, the battle for the imperial tomb has entered the white heat, the original singing and dancing clansmen are very conscious of standing in place, the Chahara royal family is to protect the imperial mausoleum exists, every clansman in the royal city will become a warrior at this moment, just wait for the Khan King to give an order everyone will take up arms and fight the invaders to the death.

Of course, there are also a few ill-intentioned guys who have slipped away early in the morning and are not worth mentioning, Ashige waved his arms and shouted with a megaphone: "Clansmen, everyone knows why the Chahara tribe exists, and there are four words printed in the blood of all of us, that is, protect the imperial tomb!" ”

The last four words Ahig shouted with all his might, and a red light flashed on his pale cheeks that had just recovered from a serious illness, and at this moment, the modest Khan King exuded an iron-blooded momentum, which infected everyone around him, and even Xu Qing seemed to feel that his father's image instantly became taller.

"Guarding the Imperial Mausoleum......" I don't know who led the shouting, and in an instant, regardless of men, women, and children, raised their arms and shouted together, guarding the Imperial Mausoleum! Guardian of the Imperial Tomb...... In this tsunami-like shouting of the mountains, the festive atmosphere in front of Ao Bao has disappeared, and it has become a battlefield for swearing.

Ashig stretched out his hand, all the voices stopped abruptly, he glanced at the sky with red light flashing in the north, his face was solemn, and he said in a deep voice: "Fighting a war has been a man's business since ancient times, and it is the same in my Chahara tribe, Genghis Khan's athletes have never been afraid of bloodshed in order to protect the tombs of their ancestors, and the scimitars in our hands are drinking the blood of the invaders today, and the athletes who are eighteen to thirty years old stand up and enter the arsenal with the guards!" ”

Hula!

Thousands of athletes scrambled to stand up, their heads were black, and the men's eyes flashed with the brilliance of perseverance and excitement, like stars in the fading night sky, of course, Xu Qing and the Golden Pupil Gang were not willing to stand up, he was already eighteen years old, this time Ashige just frowned, and did not say anything against it.

The two guards stepped forward, raised their heads and shouted: "Battle formation, the wind rises!" "The thousands of Mongols quickly divided into ten phalanxes, each of which was about the same number, and at this moment, they were a group of well-trained soldiers, and each phalanx had two people untied a white silk scarf from their waists and tied it around their arms.

Xu Qing and the Golden Pupil Gang looked at each other, they couldn't have imagined that these people already had a set of rigorous tactics, but on the contrary, they had no place to play soy sauce, and they stood together stupidly, becoming a small group that did not fit.

Ahige smiled indifferently, stepped forward and reached out to pat his son's shoulder, and said in a low voice: "Every clan is a warrior, this is the first wind array, and there are four battle arrays of fire, thunder, water, and gold behind it, and our two fathers and sons are the last golden array, if the six battle arrays are all gone, then the entire royal city will no longer exist, understand?" ”

Xu Qing suddenly woke up, how could an ancient tribe that had guarded the imperial tomb for hundreds of years not have a set of rules to resist the enemy and strengthen the army? According to this formation, the clansmen in the entire royal city should be all soldiers, until the last moment of the battle, as soon as the Khan King representing the golden array died, the entire tribe was wiped out, and it made people's backs chill when they thought about it.

Two guards each led a mighty Mongolian shepherd dog over, each of these two Mongolian shepherd dogs weighed a hundred pounds, one and a half meters long, brown and black, it was a standard iron-clad gold, Ashige reached out and touched the head of one of the Mongolian dogs, and smiled: "These two dogs were raised by me before, one is called Nianhua, and the other is called Sijiang ......."

"Dogs! That's right, just use dogs! Paralyzing, how did I forget it! Hey, hey, hey......" Xu Qing looked at the two sheepdogs and let out an inexplicable self-muttering in vain, and in the end, he was very nervous and grabbed the back of his head stupidly.