The drums that shook the heavens and the earth came and went, and a blood-stained black and red dragon robe swayed messily in the sassy north wind.

When the 300,000 Shuofeng Black-armored Cavalry heard the sound of the drums, they beat their breastplates excitedly, and roared in response to the fascinating scene of the world's sons beating drums.

The drum beaten by Azul is an ancient object handed down from the hands of the first generation of Shuofeng Maharaja, and the name of the drum will not be lost.

The drum is made of the first generation of Shuofeng Dajun personally hunted the Kui cow fur, the length and width are as much as one zhang, the drum surface is full of mixed scratches, there are faint spots of blood on it, the atmosphere is reckless, the drum is strong and long, the drum body is old, but the drum is still shocking.

From the beginning of the establishment of the Shuofeng Division, this war drum has been fighting for a clan for more than a hundred years as the Shuofeng armor soldiers continue to kill everywhere in the cruel and desolate land of Hanzhou.

The drums of war were stained with the blood of countless Shuofeng comrades and the blood of their torn enemies, and its place in the hearts of Shuofeng armorers was like a tiger talisman in the hands of the Maharaja to control the army, and even passed.

It is the soul of an army, the courage of an army, and the aspiration of an army.

Every Shuofeng Erlang has looked at this drum in a daze, and has different thoughts in his heart, either he admires it, or he sees things and thinks about people, or he is sad for a long time.

Time has left a few scars on its body, but it can't completely destroy it.

The drum has never been absent from any major battle, and in every major battle that threatens the fortunes of the Shuofeng King's country, the earth-shaking drum will be heard, and the drum will not rest until the enemy is broken, unless the drum destroys the clan.

It witnessed every one of them, watching every Shuo Feng Erlang join the army to serve the country, watching them win the title of marquis with the scimitar in their hands, and watching them return home with stumps and broken legs.

When the drum is beaten, it means that Shuo Feng Erlang on the battlefield can only bury his head forward and try his best to kill the enemy, which represents a fight to the death, never dying!

"Boom! Boom! Boom! ”

The deafening sound of war drums is like the endless sea in a rainstorm, and the wind and waves are fierce, and they will not stop for a moment.

The morale of the 300,000 black-armored cavalry in Shuofeng Yuan has reached its peak, and the battle accumulated in his heart is like a volcano about to erupt, and the hands holding the scimitar are already full of green tendons, and the bones are tight.

This was the second time in ten years that they had heard this familiar sound of the powerful drum, the last time was in the Battle of Hanzhou Blood, when their whole army charged the encirclement of the Zhenyan Division, they heard the sound of war drums behind them, they knew that the drum was not withdrawn, they knew the meaning of the drum, and they also knew who was beating the drum behind them.

Therefore, even if the cavalry under their command is dead and wounded, only the main general remains, even if the handle of the knife is slippery and uncontrollable, even if it is crippled and defeated, they still rush in front of the red and fight to the death.

Stubbornly rushed through the encirclement with the flesh and blood of his robe brothers, and won a glimmer of life for the Shuofeng Department in the case of a dead situation, which led to the ten battles and ten victories in the Western Wasteland behind, and the Shuofeng King Department that is at its peak today.

They couldn't retreat because they didn't retreat, because the drums didn't stop, because the maharaja was beating the drums himself.

"No retreat!"

Azule held the drumstick with both hands and tried his best to hammer it, every time he beat the drum, Azule could see the gentle eyes that were about to lose his life, and he could think of Abba's blood-covered and staggering figure when he returned to the department, Azule closed his eyes and roared loudly and cried blood.

"No retreat! No refund! No refund! ”

After the 300,000 iron horsemen heard the hoarse roar of the prince on the stage, they raised their arms and roared one after another, and the voices of the last 300,000 people were neatly blended together, and there was only a strong drum and a shout of anger all day long in the entire vast Shuofeng Plain, and the desolate and murderous aura was wantonly agitated.

The Lord looked at Azule, whose arms were so weak that he couldn't hold the drumsticks on the stage, but he was still trying his best to beat the drums as if he was crazy, and his heart was astringent, and his eyes seemed to blow into the sand.

He knew that Azule blamed him in his heart, blaming him for not protecting his aunt back then, Xiang Xiaoyu died, he didn't protect his sister, and he married Liangzhou.

He didn't say a word to himself, and he would rather stand in front of the Iron Cutting Gate for two days until he fainted and wanted to learn the knife than open his mouth to his father, to the most powerful man in the Shuofeng Division.

In his heart, he may think that I, the Great Prince, am the most useless and can't protect my family.

He is the son of Shuofeng, the most noble person except himself, he should have strategized on the throne, and where did he need to learn the sword and fight with people in person, the son of a daughter does not sit in the hall Azule does not understand the reason that the prince of Shuofeng knows in his heart.

Even if you become a first-grade sword master, you can withstand a few rounds of cavalry charges.

He still remembered that Tie Fa entered the palace and whispered to himself that the prince told me that learning a knife was to kill people, but the last general knew that the prince was to protect the people around him and insisted on learning the knife, Dajun, let the prince learn the knife, otherwise the knot will be difficult to solve.

The Great Monarch of Shuofeng sighed, listened to the monstrous roar of the 300,000 cavalry troops below, looked at the young man on the stage whose body was already crumbling and still roaring, and smiled with relief, the general trend has been achieved.

Azule, these 300,000 iron horsemen are the knife that Abba left for you, this knife can kill people, and it can also protect the people you want to protect.

The Maharaja strode to the stage, snatched the drumstick in Azul's right hand, and beat the drum heavily, shaking the sky and roaring a few more points.

There have been two generations of Shuofeng kings, one old and one young, and they will not retreat from the drum today!

"Congratulations to the Maharaja!"

"Congratulations to the world!"

"Congratulations to Shuofeng!"

When the Lord of Shuofeng stopped the drumstick in his hand, he stood under the drumstick with the demobilized Azule, listening to the overwhelming shouts from the audience, and the two looked at each other and smiled.

"Congratulations! The plate is on top, the ancestors of the past generations of Shuofeng are on it, and the people and gods are all witnessed, today's Chu Chennian Azule Shuofeng, the new blood is complete! ”

The gray-haired Great Witch Sa stepped forward tremblingly, and shouted with excitement.

The officials surnamed Baiguan who watched from the audience, and the people of Shuofeng, got up and bowed one after another, and got up for a long time.

The warm atmosphere has reached a climax, the prince has successfully held the new blood ceremony, everyone's face is filled with a heartfelt smile, the new blood ceremony has been completed, the son of the world is real, and my Shuofeng department is already safe.

Lord Shuofeng waved his hand and motioned to the servants of the king's tent beside him to go down and prepare for tonight's bonfire, "Let's discuss it!" Then he turned and led Azul into the makeshift tent, leaving behind the dazed crowd who didn't know what had happened.

One after another, everyone walked into the empty tent that had just been repaired, and sat down in order.

The tiger body of the Great Monarch of Shuofeng lay on the chair covered with fox fur, without saying a word, and Azule leaned back on the chair and drank the hot tea handed by the slave maid, waiting for Abba next to him.

Everyone looked at each other, thinking that the Maharaja was going to settle accounts with the other big names in the city, and some of them were already full of anxiety and cold sweat.

At this time, I saw Nalan, who was sitting under the right hand of the Great Monarch, got up and stood in front of the hall, with a solemn face, leaned over and said in a deep voice.

"The general trend is imminent, and the fortune of the tribal country and the Zuo clan is now only on us, everyone, you are willing to help the heavens to fall!"