On the plateau, Gaoyang City stands majestically, hundreds of zhang away from the city, and on the vast loess desert outside the city, the gray and white military tents and barracks that stretch densely surround the city.

In front of the gates of the city, there were countless burly Chidan barbarians on horses, who opened their eyes angrily, roared, and cursed, and one by one they were eager to surround and slaughter, and tear and devour all the living creatures in the city like wolves.

Gao Yangjun, a young man in a white robe with a tiger-shaped coat of arms, stood on the city wall where he could not poke his head out, looking at the world full of murderous intent in front of him.

The massive white tiger Kunxi paced vigilantly behind him. The Falcon archers standing around the wall unleash cold arrows at any moment, swooping only into the feet of enemies who are on the edge of range. The general, Gao Yangwei, who was also his clan uncle, slapped his palm against the wall in anger and helplessness, and let out a sigh.

Behind the city walls, hundreds of thousands of citizens in Gaoyang City were shrouded in the fear of being slaughtered by the barbarians and the despair of hunger and hardship at the moment. Someone has already begun to starve to death. The army began to kill Ma Weiji. After the White Tiger overthrew Li and killed this Li and recaptured the city, he was besieged in the city by the blue wolves of the Barbarian Land, facing the next wave of slaughter. At a young age, Gao Yangjun vaguely experienced the invisible power of reincarnation.

Although Gao Yangjun grew up in the White Tiger Hall of the "Jianghu Liukou", and later wandered nine places with the masters in the hall, his bloodline and identity of the royal family made him not lack a bachelor's education since he was a child. He knew very well that the steppe barbarians in front of him had been fighting with them for thousands of years.

Ever since Emperor Xuanyuan named the White Tiger Gaoyang clan as the king of Kunwu and guarded Kunwu as far as the barbarian land, they had to resist this group of giant wolves who constantly came to fight for the borderlands, robbing the people's property and rations, slaughtering human lives and robbing women. At the height of Kunwu, they also turned from defense to attack, leading iron horses into the grasslands and deserts, driving and eradicating these barbarians, recovering their treasures, cattle, sheep and horses, and even killing their children to prevent them from growing. The whirlpool of war lasted for a thousand years.

But the wolves will never be destroyed. Gao Yangjun has learned the characteristics of giant wolf packs. When defeated by a powerful enemy, they flee and disappear, but they do not give up, sniffing their enemies in the dark, watching their opponents' every move with their eerie green eyes. Their ability to reproduce is extremely strong, but the race cannot be too large, civil strife and foreign war, they need to die, and the dead give birth to another, and the dead will give up their status in the race, and the brutal and murderous blood will be passed down from generation to generation. When they re-emerge, their ferocity and insidious intelligence are enough to terrify the hearts of any race. They rush in, their fangs and claws tearing and gnawing at all their opponents, leaving not a single one behind. They are also adept at staking the situation and attacking when the enemy is at their weakest, attacking from behind, chasing after the enemy as they flee without culling until they are exhausted, or surround the weak, stubborn enemy, and patiently use the fear of death to get the enemy to die or to be killed. And the most ferocious and brave of the giant wolf pack, the white wolf, is the king who makes the wolves wise and commands the entire group.

They have been besieged by wolves for more than a month. After the enemy army took advantage of the chaotic aisle to kill the remnants of the Li royal family from behind, they turned around and firmly surrounded them who were so weak that they could only hold on to the city, that is, they did not attack, and they would not give up, only waiting for them to collapse and launch a final kill, or they lost patience and took the initiative to open the door and attack to the death. As long as the wolves are the final victors, once they win, the slaughter will sweep across the plateau, and it will be difficult to stop. They always do.

Fourteen-year-old Gao Yangjun had no choice. How could he have a way. His clan usurped the throne from the Li family, loyal to the lord, and was finally eliminated by the Li family and the Yu Shu clan, and the remnants fled from Gaoyang City, and became a "rogue" for two hundred years, and the indomitable generation has grown a White Tiger Hall. His father, a nameless Gaoyang clan, who had never met him since he was a child, lurked beside the faint king Li Grab when he was a teenager, endured humiliation and burdened him for twenty years, fighting for as much space as possible for the survival and strength of the White Tiger Hall, and united with the Falcon clan who were squeezed by Chidan and Li, and finally led the disciples and allies to exterminate the faint king in the chaos of the Nine Lands and retake the city of loess on the plateau.

"The white tiger is nameless, in the wilderness and in the sky, Zining is alone, and finally returns to his homeland. "For two hundred years, the loyal Gaoyang clan has never forgotten their old lord and mission, and the Xuanyuan clan of the Heavenly Mandate Monarch has not forgotten them. This is the deepest secret of his clan, he has also heard his uncle vaguely mention it since he was a child, and only recently learned that the secret decree from Emperor Xuanyuan is also a prophecy that has been passed to them for decades, and the nameless part about Gao Yang has been obeyed and realized.

Gao Yang Nameless took them back to his homeland, but he died, and because of Gao Yang's nameless and innate bloodline, he was revered as the new King of Kungo. But at this moment, they only have the remnants left, and he is only a teenager, and they are helpless.

Gao Yangjun turned around and walked down the city wall, the white tiger followed by him, and Gao Yangwei continued to stay on the city wall to be on guard.

One man and one tiger walked into the depressed and dirty streets. Now the people of the city already know that there is a young king with a white tiger, and it is the Gao Yang clan who has returned to this place, so the appearance of Kunxi will not cause chaos. It's just that the king finally fainted and stepped down, the new king has not yet sat down, and the catastrophe of destruction has come again, and no one expects more at this moment except to live. Gao Yangjun, who has his own memory and has been trying to survive, understands this.

The stench of the streets was unconcealable, full of filth that could not be cleaned up by the siege, and here and there were scrawny citizens hobbling down the road, many more kneeling or lying dying on the side of the street, looking at him with plaintive or empty eyes, including young children. From time to time, there were mournful cries in the houses on the side of the street, and he saw several sergeants carrying several corpses to the foot of the city wall. He looked sideways, and the open space at the foot of the city wall where the corpses of those who had died of starvation or disease were piled up suddenly and were piled up like walls.

Gao Yangjun's heart was filled with incomparable sadness and deep fear.