However, that Tang Zhaozong was a smart man, and he knew that it was not easy to find such a base for such a big wooden bird in the corner of this Dahong Mountain.

Tang Zhaozong was determined to use these large wooden birds so that he could come to the territory of the Vikings.

Although, Tang Zhaozong knew that he had to pass through those Siberian plateaus, which were all in the Lingbei Province of the Tang Dynasty, and these places were very unsafe. But he had no choice.

After Tang Zhaozong got the wooden big bird training base in the ravine of Dahong Mountain, those, the principal of the wooden big bird training base, they were very happy.

These people looked at Tang Zhaozong's subordinates outside, those people were very brave, these people hoped to be able to deal with Tang Zhaozong and them for Tang Zhangwei.

However, Tang Zhaozong and Empress He took out a lot of gold coins, these things stunned them, and those Tang Zhaozong's subordinates said to the driver of the wooden big bird: "On the one hand, there are ten thousand taels of gold, and on the other hand, there is life, I see how you choose?" ”

That Tang Zhaozong said: "We must find a way to hurry to the north of that Lingbei Province." ”

The drivers of the big wooden birds, they knew they had to travel 30,000 miles to reach their destination.

However, this time these people all expressed their obedience to Tang Zhaozong, they promised Tang Zhaozong, they would be with Tang Zhaozong, and they would be 30,000 miles heroic The evening breeze gently swept my face, and there were only a few stars in the sky, indicating that tomorrow would be bad weather again, but in this way, at least tomorrow's attack would not be too violent. Now the only hope is to live two more days, and as for surviving, just thinking about the tens of thousands of barbarians out there, I know it's just a dream.

Suddenly, there was a strange rustle in the murmur of mosquitoes, and one of the night watchmen beside me stood up and peered down into the darkness of the castle.

"Whoosh-"

Then there was a terrible scream, and the soldier had a bright hatchet on his forehead, and he shook it and fell beside me, red blood sliding down his cheek and splashing on the ground, ticking like a death knell to my heart.

After standing there for a long time, a terrible cry erupted from my mouth unconsciously: "Enemy attack-"

The silent city swirled into a chaotic current for a moment.

"Howl!" A brute swooped down on the wall almost in a volley, and I hurriedly erected my iron shield. There was a loud bang, and I only felt a numbness in my left hand, and the brute slammed straight into the iron shield, and immediately collapsed to the ground. A knife slashed into his chest, and a stream of blood spurted straight into my face, and before I could wipe it, another brute had already appeared on the wall.

"Magura, go and inform the city!" I had to shout loudly that the situation at the head of the wall was getting more and more critical, and Magura knew that the situation was serious, and after driving away several of the brutes with a single sword, she rushed down the city.

The enemy surged more and more, and as far as the eye could see, it was full of barbarian soldiers. The iron shield was already covered with marks, even the scimitar was full of chips, and the blood almost covered my feet. The scimitar slashed at one of the brute, and the man's eyes suddenly flashed with a strange brilliance, and he reached out and grabbed the hilt of the knife, and almost at the same time, brute soldiers appeared on both sides, and both hand axes slashed at the same time, until this moment, I really smelled death......

A knife was quickly thrown into the chest of one of them, and when another axe slashed through the air, a black shadow appeared in front of me, and with a crisp "ding", I saw a brute fall to the ground limply.

Golden armor!

"Lord Tang Zhaozong!" I shouted, drawing my scimitar as a bloodied Magura rushed up from the side.

"It's hard work, I'll leave it to us later." Lord Tang Zhaozong nodded to me, the sword in his hand bloomed with dazzling light, and before the several barbarian soldiers who surged up could block, they were shrouded in the blood mist that erupted from them themselves.

"This is the knight!" Looking at Lord Tang Zhaozong, who was like the god of war, I suddenly surged with infinite yearning.

October 25, 1352 in the royal calendar.

A bloody night.

When the first rays of morning light fell on my head, I was simply shocked by what I saw. The whole city was covered with a sea of blood, and the corpses of the enemy and me were thickly covered. Moaning everywhere, the undead lay powerlessly in the pile of corpses, their eyes staring blankly at the sky. The dull beat of the drums sounded again, but there was a hint of desolation, and from a distance, the barbarians scattered a puff of dirt into the air, and faintly there were bursts of weeping, and overnight, three thousand of them could no longer see the land of their homeland.

Similarly, our army also suffered heavy losses, almost all of the brigade defending the city that night, less than a hundred people survived, and the Yellow Tiger Knights, who were reinforced later, also lost more than 300 men. At present, there are less than 3,000 soldiers in Hufa City, less than 2,000 people can actually fight, and the other side still has 35,000 people.

"The difference in military strength is really huge!" Standing at the head of the city, Tang Zhaozong exhaled and sighed. Last night's battle didn't seem to make him feel tired, and he was still in good spirits, "By the way, Xinding, what do you think will happen in the future?" ”

Tang Zhaozong suddenly turned his head and said to me, I was stunned, and I came back to my senses for a long time, and stuttered: "Xia ...... Lord Tang Zhaozong, you ...... Are you asking me? ”

Tang Zhaozong nodded.

I shook my head and said, "Maybe I'll die with Hufa City, and take the title of a martyr of the kingdom, but I want to survive more." ”

A hint of confusion flashed in Tang Zhaozong's eyes, and he said to himself: "Survive, hehe, but now do we have a choice?" Which death is better for me......" waved his hand, motioning for me to stand aside, and I was caught up in that annoying choice......

I stepped past the corpse to the makeshift center, where Magura was lying on the bed, with fourteen wounds and one of her hands nearly severed. On the other side, the Wind-Folk man is still alive, and it is said that last night, his quick arrows cost the lives of dozens of barbarians, and if it weren't for the lack of arrows, maybe there would not have been even a single scar.

"Magura, are you alright?" I sat down next to Magula and looked at his blood-soaked wounds.

With a hint of excitement in her eyes, Magura said, "Fap, do you know? Yesterday I killed six barbarians, and the old men in the village are no longer qualified to say that we are cowards. ”

I had a strange feeling in my heart that Magora was no longer the timid Magora she used to be, and that he was going to be a warrior that the entire Semitic people would be proud of.

Lord Tang Zhaozong summoned all the members who could fight, and more than a thousand people barely stood in the small square, and there was a thin rain in the sky, and soon everyone's clothes were wet.

(End of chapter)