There is a huge mountain shadow in the west of the land of Hanzhou, like a black giant in the sky, silently crouching on the land of Hanzhou for thousands of years, this is the racecourse of the Shuofeng Department, and the majestic mountain is the holy mountain Tongyun Mountain Range.

The sky is gray, and in front of me is the vast and boundless Shuofeng Plain, and the cold spring rain has been falling.

The hooves of the Liangzhou horses sank into the damp mud, and this elite cavalry trudged through the cold rain.

They braved the icy wind in front of them and ran towards the distant horizon, their horses stepping on another slope, and in front of them a larger wasteland spread out in front of them, and they had clearly rushed into the depths of the Wind Plain.

Boundless, they are like a lonely cavalry abandoned by the whole world, charging in this dim wasteland, but it seems that they will never run to the end.

The rain slid down the scimitar onto his hands, dripping into the cracks of his armor, and it was all cold.

The armor that the armor had once been proud of was now a heavy restraint, the wrought iron armor was covered with rain, and the heavy helmet weighed down the long soaked hair.

The sky was full of pouring rain, but the water bladders that the soldiers carried with them had dried up, and the soldiers poured the long-accumulated rainwater in the scabbards into their mouths, and the water was full of rust and astringency, which made people sick.

Not only the scimitars of the armorers, but also the armor they wore had not been oiled for a long time, and the sound of the soaked armor rubbing against each other on the bumps of the horse's back made people feel a chill down their spines.

But the arrogant figure was still as strong as ever against the cold wind and rain, charging at the front of the team, all the armorers silently looked at the straight back, which was the direction that guided their progress, which figure seemed to want to use his body to block the wind and rain for the armorers behind him.

He carried a long knife like a crescent moon around his waist, and held a pitch-black battle flag high in his right hand, and the battle flag was embroidered with a golden thread with a winged Hai Dongqing, the flag was blown up and down by the oncoming cold wind in the hands of that figure, and the proud Hai Dongqing on the flag seemed to be about to break the flag and roar the world.

Hai Dongqing is a sacred bird where the Pantar gods sit in the Hokuriku grassland, they are the eyes of the Pantar gods, and they will always guard the shoulders of the Pantar gods, killing all beings who dare to offend the majesty of the gods.

This flag, which once meant glory and pride and protection of loyalty, is now covered with wind and dust, but it is still pointed at the sky at a strong angle in the hands of a figure, as if it has used its last strength to hold up its past glory.

A white horse covered in mud ran out of the group, and a young warrior wrapped in iron armor, and the young warrior wiped the rain from his helmet and walked side by side with the figure: "Shizi, we ...... Where are we going? ”

"Now don't call me the son, call me the chief!"

"Chief, where are we going?"

The young armorer struggled to open his eyes that had been hit by the rain, and asked in a trembling voice.

"I don't know, but I'm leaving Hanzhou."

The leader's arrogant and cold words entered the ears of the young armorer with the whistling wind, making him shudder.

"Chief, the leader is the time when the tribe needs you the most, a great khanate can't do without his successor when it declares the steppe, we can't leave!"

The figure stopped, and so did the large number of armorers behind them, and the armorers hesitated, they didn't know why the figure stopped.

The war horse sighed and gasped, and the leader put down the pitch-black banner in his hand, inserted it into the soft soil, slowly turned his head, and stared at the young armor soldier and asked in a cold voice.

"Tell me your name?" The young soldier was restless, because there was a coldness in the noble eyes that looked at him.

"Chief, Gulye!"

The roar of the young armorer sounded like shivering in the cold wind, but it seemed to be true.

"Tell me your names!"

The black-armored leader pressed his hand on the hilt of the scimitar at his waist, turned his head to look at the large number of ironclad cavalry behind him, and asked.

"Report to the Chief! Dehydration! Tashi! Temur! Shuo Feng and! ……”

One by one, the ironclad cavalry who stood on horseback, heard the question of the man at the front, stiffened their necks, used the last bit of heat in their chests, and shouted their names with all their might, in their opinion, it was a great honor to let any leader hear their names, and this was also the meaning of their existence.

"Couliae! Dehydration! Tashi! Temur! Shuo Feng and! ……”

The black-armored leader drove the white horse under his crotch, walked to the side of each of the cavalry armorers behind him with an expressionless face, looked at them, and said the name of each of them lightly, five thousand armor soldiers, five thousand names, no mistake.

It was as if each of the Ironclad Warriors was being examined by the Supreme King, who stood beside them and coldly uttered their names from his lips.

The armor only felt an endless stream of heat gushing out of his body, gushing out from between every vein and hair, flowing through every gap in his body.

There was no trace of the cold wind and cold rain in front of them, only the figure standing on a horse with a knife was left, their eyes were sour looking at the arrogant and upright figure, the wind and rain fell on his shoulders, he was like the king of the world who overlooked the world.

You will never know that when the king calls my name, it is like an edict from the god of the heavens, and the heavens and the earth seem to be darkened, and the wind and rain also cease under the majesty of the king, and tears unconsciously fill my eyes.

I just want to follow the king's horse, even if it is a mountain of swords and a sea of fire, I only want to wave a sword under that big flag, I am a guardian of the king's left and right, my life, honor and belief are all hands on the eyes of the king, that moment is the supreme glory of my life.

Many years later, when some descendants asked about the Great Chu Iron Cavalry and the White Horse Yicong, which time was the most glorious moment in your life, they were silent for a while, and slowly spoke with a kind of high respect.

They didn't say which king they followed for the first time to step on the head of God's capital with a sword, they didn't say that five thousand iron horsemen rushed to the Savior for a thousand miles in one day, and they didn't say that in the battle of Yunzhou, when the three in and three out destroyed the heyday wind and thunder iron horse, they were silent and talked in unison in a kind of pious tone, that was many years ago on a dark stormy evening, when the king stood beside them and called out their names softly.

"Ahh That's fascinating! The man seemed to have seen the solemn scene and let out an exclamation.

"What kind of king is he?" , the man asked again.

"You will always feel at ease after his horse, and wherever the banner in his hand points there, it will fall, and hundreds of thousands of people will be proud of him for fighting, and it will be a great honor for him to die for him!"

The tone was reverent, with that kind of pride and conviction that was so deep that the man who heard it looked stunned, and said with the same respect, "What a great king! ”

"Tell me who you are!"

After reciting the name of the last ironclad cavalryman, the figure turned around and ran to the front, his face like iron, and he shouted vigorously.

"White Horse Righteousness! White Horse Righteousness! ”

Five thousand ironclad knights boiled, and they responded hoarsely, their king calling to them.

"To whom are you allegiated?"

The indifferent tone sounded again, but it provoked five thousand white horses and iron armor to shake their arms together.

"The descendants of the great white wolf bloodline noble Shuofeng family, Chu Chennian Azule Shuofeng!"

"Will you follow after my horse? Kill the enemy with me? ”

The indifferent tone gradually became impassioned, and the five thousand ironclad cavalry became more and more excited, and they drew the swords at their waists, although they had fulfilled such an oath a long time ago, but there was no doubt that this time the meaning was different.

"Till death rest! Till death rest! Till death rest"

"The great Pantar Heavenly God is above, I, Chu Chennian Asule Shuofeng, swear by the glory of the golden family of the grassland master, I will share the glory with you until the sun and moon of the Shuofeng family are gone, and the descendants are cut off!"

The arrogant king slashed his palm with his saber and swore an oath, and the king's bright red blood shone brightly in the dim night, and the king made the most solemn and sacred oath on the steppe.

The sound of the warriors' breathing was so heavy that they turned and dismounted, and despite the mud on the ground, they fell at the Emperor's feet, looked at their king with the most reverent eyes, and held the Emperor's saber high and cut through their palms.

"I kneel before the master of the great steppe and swear to-day, and I will guard it until I die.

I will not have a wife, nor a fief, nor a child.

I will not wear a crown, I will not fight for grace, I will not admire glory.

I will do my duty, both in life and death.

I will be the sword in the king's hand, the guard at his side, the iron armor on the battlefield, the dead soldier at midnight, the shield to protect the king.

I give my life and glory to the King, as it is today, every day. ”

There were no passionate voices, only firm whispers, and the new hideous wounds on the palms of their hands would be a testimony of the glory of their lives, and five thousand white horses knelt at the feet of the king, swearing heavily.

They have tears in their eyes, their bowed bodies are trembling, they will share the glory with the king from today, this is the lifelong dream of every steppe boy, when they can hold the hilt of the sword, they are looking forward to today, never forget, this is the meaning of their life.

"Get on the horse, let's cross the boundless sea, let's go to Youzhou!"

"Yes!"

The tall figure returned to the front of the team, and forcefully picked up the pitch-black flag planted on the ground, the flag fluttered again in the cold wind, and Hai Dongqing's wings had soared in the sky.

And the five thousand ironclad cavalry behind the arrogant back were like Hai Dongqing, waiting behind their king, not leaving for a moment.

And later generations of historians, when describing this night, called it the night of the apocalypse.

When they talked about this southward trip, they always spoke with a tone of doubt and admiration.

The great Great Chu First Emperor Chu Chennian, in the unknown deep wasteland of Shuofeng Plain, sent three questions to the five thousand Hu Cong behind him, and after the three questions, he swore to God, and the five thousand Hu Cong took blood as an alliance, and since then he has left a strong mark in the history books, and the name of the White Horse Yicong has resounded for hundreds of years.

They also never understood why a noble son who ran away from home in a negative mood, and the five thousand still slightly immature iron horsemen, became so fierce after that dim night, after crossing the boundless coast and going to the secluded continent, like a roaring lion roaring towards the land of the Eastern Continent.

But it is undeniable that the first pair of hands in the fire of war in the troubled times is the first emperor of the Great Chu, he first rode a snow-white horse, followed by five thousand white horses who shared life and death, and Yicong wanted to conquer the world, until one day he turned back and found that his horse's hooves were trampled on the bones of the weak.

The heroes are about to meet, and the gods who overlook the world begin to turn their direction in the dark, and the long-silent wheel of chaos begins to turn again, and it sparks brightly awaiting the appearance of the final victor.

Historical records, the first dynasty Zhou Wai Emperor four years, the emperor left the department, led 5,000 righteous from the original blood oath, and then to the south, across the boundless sea, and finally to the secluded continent, known as the apocalypse.

The black horse trotted forward a few steps, stopped, and blocked the front of the group like an endless mountain.

On the silent rainy night, a black horse stood quietly in the rain, without making a sound, and a bad premonition floated in the hearts of the white horse righteous servants behind them, but they were not half nervous, on the contrary, the killing intent was gradually rising in their hearts, and they saw their leader's other hand slowly stretched out behind his back, holding down the handle of the scimitar, and green tendons burst out on the back of his hand.

A lonely black horse and a team of thousands of people confronted each other in the distance, dead silence.

Occasionally, there was a drop of rain that fell through the cracks in his helmet and hit Azul's grim face.

"Uncle?" Azul shouted in a low voice of confusion.

On the back of the black horse sat a burly armored man in black armor, who sat upright on the horse, his hands crossed, his face hidden in the darkness, but he did not answer, like a messenger of the gods who had passed through the long dark night.

Azule slowly pulled out the long knife of the crescent moon splashed with cold light from the scabbard on his waist, and made a clear sound of drawing the knife in the silent night, and the great cold in the knife reappeared in the world, and the five thousand white horses behind Azule drew their swords silently, waiting for the order of the figure in front, while the black armored soldier leaned over and lit the torch hidden under the tarpaulin.

Azul suddenly slapped his horse like a wind and pounced on the black horse samurai in front of him, the silver scimitar in his hand shook the rain off the sword, and slashed straight at the samurai on the opposite side like thunder.

Before the other party could wave his hand, Azule's blade had already slashed into his shoulder, but the powerful slash did not make the black-armored warrior on the opposite side let out the slightest cry of pain.

And Azul also hung his wrist sharply, and did not try to slash down again, because the blade of the Great Han had been blocked, as if under the armor was a mountain made of steel.

A hint of surprise appeared on Azule's grim face, and others didn't know how he wouldn't know that he hadn't encountered armor that could resist the cold and not be pierced in so many years.

"I'm surprised, the world is so big, there are no surprises, how many points have you encountered?"

The black-armored warrior sitting on the black horse opposite sneered and spoke lightly in the familiar tone of Azul.

At this time, Azule had also clearly seen the white wolf totem on the back of the other party's hand, which was the emblem of their Shuofeng family.

"What! What if you can't cut it, you're only one person, you can't keep me, uncle! ”

Azule's eyes narrowed slightly, retracted the big cold, and stared at Gulel and said.

"You're not a child, Asul, you should understand your Abba and Da Wusa's intentions, isn't it just the position of the Great Clan, isn't it just a princess of the Eastern Continent, you have to make such a big move?

Even at the expense of leading the army to leave the ministry? Is it important to dominate the world, or is it important to be a woman? ”

Guller shouted and scolded in a rough voice, and his words were full of indisputable hatred.

"Baoyin, you are not a so-called woman, I promised, I will marry her when I return to the ministry, I swore to the god of Pantar, she is the great master of my Asule, the great clan, the future master mother of this Shuofeng department!

It's not a Donglu woman who can be my big man casually, I don't admit it, you ask me if the five thousand righteousness behind me admit it from them! ”

After Azule heard his uncle's words, anger poured out strongly from his internal organs, and he couldn't suppress it at all, his voice was like a snow-capped mountain in a snowy field, and the cold was splashing, and in the end he was already roaring angrily, venting his anger.

Guller was silent for a long time, then raised his head, "Let's go back, let's discuss it again, why are you so stubborn, Asul, Nalan agreed, didn't Baoyin have no opinion?"

Da Yan's is just a false name, no one cares if she is favored or not, you can completely pet Baoyin! ”

"If I want to fight for this false name!" , Azul's eyes were low, but his voice was sonorous and powerful, and he could not be questioned at all.

"Then don't blame my uncle!" , Guller said with a blushing face.

The horizon lit up with sparkling fires, and the fires formed a line of fire around them, slowly closing over. The faint sounds became clearer, and the loud sound of the bull drum shook the whole wasteland, and I don't know how many people roared around Azul, and the horse's hooves made the earth tremble slightly.

Their enemies have already begun to charge. As the 5,000-strong team trudged through the rainy night, they did not expect that they had stepped into the enemy's huge encirclement.

The cavalry had an overwhelming advantage, and they could pounce and decapitate them without advancing in formation.

But no one in this team of doomers was afraid.

But they were not afraid, and they were already prepared for death.

"Drink! Drink! Drink! The silent army suddenly erupted in a thunderous shout.

There was a spirit that ignited the will of each of them, and they raised their weapons high and pointed them into the sky, and the roar of thousands of people suppressed the sound of enemy forces across the wasteland.

The clouds in the sky trembled and crumbled, and the charging knights were in awe at the unstoppable roar, and the samurai remained fearless at the last roar.