One by one, the warriors of the Devil Axe Battalion fell, and even the best elite of the Gandhara could not withstand such a tidal attack of the barbarians, and behind the cloud ladder erected at the head of the city, it seemed that there were endless barbarian warriors waiting to set foot on the head of the city.

Wei Hougao did not wait for those halberd-wielding warriors, but those long sword soldiers with cold glows and shimmering were the first to climb the tower.

The hook box is very easy to deal with the long halberd, but in the face of the long knife, it has no advantage, and the elite of the Ghost Axe Battalion, one in a thousand, suddenly lost half of their combat power because of the weapons in their hands.

Raising his sword, parrying, and striking out with his left hand, the barbarian ironclad warrior in front of Wei Hougao flew out upside down in an instant.

Wei Hou Gao swept with another sword, and the heads of the three barbarian warriors jumped high like flying kites, splashing a blood mist in all directions.

Seeing that Wei Hougao was so brave, the Imperial Northern Army beside him couldn't help but roar with a tiger.

It's just that when Wei Hou raised his eyes and looked around, he found that in just a few hours, the battle situation on the Pingwu Gate had reached a precarious moment.

The unstoppable warriors of the Devil's Axe Battalion were tripped up by those barbarian warriors in iron armor, and although the other soldiers of the Imperial Northern Army were also hundreds of veterans in the Gandara, they were at a disadvantage in the face of the barbarians who were better in all aspects of their body and physique.

In addition, Han Yuqin, who was guarding the Qujing Gate, had sent three waves of people to deal with the emergency, and it was obvious that the Qujing Gate had also suffered a lot of pressure, otherwise Han Yuqin, who was also the banner owner, would not have asked him for help.

From this point of view, the battle situation seems to be doomed, and the city is about to change hands, and this Xiongguan built by the people of Chendala with the strength of the whole country will become the bag of the barbarians today?

He was not reconciled.

"Where's the handsome?" At this time, Wei Hougao instinctively remembered the backbone of the Imperial Northern Army, the real Mingzun.

The blood leeches of the barbarians have not yet come out, and the Nine Shadows have already been opened, although that large array needs a great power of merit and cultivation, but in the current situation, if the evil heaven still guards that town, even if they can resist the sudden attack of the blood leeches, I am afraid that these people will not be able to stop these barbarians who are not afraid of death.

The long knife was ruthless, with bloodthirsty killing intent across his brow, and it was just a moment of distraction that an iron-armored barbarian almost killed him.

Wei Hou Gao was furious, full of anger as if he was about to burst out of his body, the cold light in his hand flashed, and the next moment, the strange roaring barbarian, as if petrified, held the long knife high, and maintained a downward slashing posture.

The cold light flashed again, and the barbarian in iron armor was split into two from the top of his head in the sound of broken bones and flesh.

A barbarian with a long knife happened to climb the city at this time, and in an instant, his face was splashed with blood, and the barbarian was stunned for a moment, looking at Wei Hou Gao as if he had seen a ghost, his hand was loosened, and he fell down from the city again.

Seeing that the lord was so brave, the Yubei army couldn't help but chant in unison: "Mingzun, Mingzun"

The suppressed Northern Army on the Pingwu Gate actually pressed the barbarians back in this shout, but no matter how the Gandhara people fought to the death, they could not completely drive the barbarians off the city.

The terrible fighting continues, and only the dead can see the end of the war.

The sound of killing was endless, the drums were beating, and the battle lasted from noon to dusk, and torches were already lit in the barbarian army outside the city.

The torches not only lit up the black banner in the barbarian army, but also lit up the Garan banner on the city of Mistaka.

It's just that on the head of the city, there is not the slightest fire at this time, and only the cold light that flashes from time to time can prove that there is still a desperate fight going on there.

Compared with the hellish battle on the city, the barbarian army outside the city was surprisingly quiet, and occasionally there were one or two "ho-ho" footsteps, which was also the barbarian army trying to advance towards the city.

Beyond the boundless barbarian army, on a hillside to the north, two generals on horseback gazed at the majestic city of Gandhara.

"Du Roger, the blood of the strange beggars is about to be drained, and you still don't do it?" The knight on the left said in a stiff Zhongzhou dialect, his blood-red armor, and a blood-colored tattoo on the left side of his face from the tip of his eyebrows to the corner of his lips.

"Wei Mu Yeli, when did you learn the words of the strange beggar, don't you Wei Mu hate the strange beggar the most?" The knight on the right said lightly, his appearance seemed to be only in his early twenties, and his skin color was closer to that of the Middle-earthers, especially the strand of black hair that slipped out under the helmet was particularly eye-catching.

"If you can't even learn the language of the strange beggars, how can you lay this fertile land" Wei Muyeli looked at the Du Roger beside him with disdain, and said coldly.

Du Roger, who was riding on the tall horse, smiled faintly, he tightened the reins of the horse in his hand, and the horse spewed out a series of snorts, and then said slowly: "What can you do if you lay down this land, in the end, you don't have to give it to Wei Hao's family."

"I'm sorry" Wei Muyeli, who was beside him, spat out a mouthful of phlegm on the ground, and even the war horse under his seat seemed to feel the indignant emotions of his master, and he was sliding the horse's hooves in a state of anxiety.

"If it weren't for Bileg's insistence on passing on the royal armor to the Wei Hao clan, he would be worthy of being the king of all kings with Wei Hao Chagan," Wei Muyeli said with a hideous face, looking like a man-eating wolf.

"It's all ...... The will of the Buddha's mother" It took a long time for the Duroger to spit out such words from his mouth, but the barbarian who seemed to be from Middle-earth looked unusually cold, and perhaps there was a deep dissatisfaction buried in his heart.

"Ha, what a joke, does the Buddha mother recognize him Wei Hao? Don't forget that the Great White High Country was built by you and me, and the ancestors of his Wei Hao clan were just orc-hybrid animals, if it weren't for the water of the White Lake washing away the long hair on their bodies, they would still be fighting with wild wolves and foxes for food" Wei Mu Yeli's eyes flashed with a strange expression.

A trace of dissatisfaction crossed the face of the Du Roger people on his side, and he frowned and said: "Enough, what's the use of you slandering the Wei Hao clan like this, you and I are the ones who let the Wei Hao clan drive out of the Du Continent, and excessive slander of your enemies will only show their own incompetence, and the real strong people use the long knives in their hands to speak."

Du Roger's words seemed to touch the past that Wei Muyeli buried deep in his heart and did not want to be mentioned.

The barbarian lord in red armor suddenly pulled out the long knife at his waist, which was as black as ink and the edge of the blade was still glowing red.

The long knife slashed towards the distant void, and suddenly a gust of wind blew in the long sky.

Wei Mu Yeli looked up at the sky with a complicated expression, and after a while, he raised the scimitar in his hand, pointed at the remnant sun in the distance and roared: "Sooner or later, one day, I will take Wei Mu to kill back to Du'e Continent, and by that time, all the men of the Wei Hao clan above the wheel will have to die."

As if to alleviate the depression in his chest, Wei Muyeli's expression calmed down a lot, he turned his horse's head, turned his back to Du Roger and said: "Du Roger, don't forget, half of your Luo clan's heads have been cut off by Wei Hao Mogan, your Abu, Eji, Yiji, Ouwo and your Aha, Yidu, and Ekedu have all been cut off by Wei Hao Mogan, and their corpses are still hanging under the White Tower,

You are now left alone in the Dura Chieftain's Department, and if you forget this hatred, even if you set foot on Zhongzhou in the future and become the king of the strange beggars, you will not be able to be buried in the White River. ”

Wei Muyeli's words were like a thorn stained with poison, and suddenly the faces of the Du Rogers turned pale.

The long knife of the same standard came out of the sheath, and compared to the black blade in Wei Muyeli's hand, the scimitar in the hand of Du Roger had a trace of red light in the black blade from time to time.

"I haven't forgotten, I will never forget this sea of blood feud, if I don't kill Wei Hao, I swear not to be a man" Du Roger raised the scimitar in his hand and slashed at the sunset.

As if to confirm his oath, the afterglow on the city was extraordinarily bright red today, like the setting sun soaking through a sea of blood.

"The warriors of Duluo, Du'e Continent can't tolerate us, and the Wei Hao clan can't tolerate us, that piece of heaven and earth can't accommodate us" Du Roger pulled the horse's head, and behind the low dirt slope, there were black horses, and on horseback, it was the cavalry that the Duluo people had hidden for a long time.

Roger's chest was heaving violently, as if what he had just said had aroused some kind of thought.

In front of him were 10,000 Duro cavalry, black horses snorting one after another, and the white mist from the horses became a piece and soared towards the sky.

Such a scene is almost impossible to see in Du'e Continent, that land of white water, although it can raise the offspring of the Buddha's mother and nourish all things in the world, but it can't support war horses.

That grassland, that plateau, seemed to be a desperate situation for horses, and no matter how hard the descendants of the Buddha mother tried, they could not raise war horses there.

The strangeness of Du'e Continent has stumped countless Buddhas, and it has also stumped countless monks, and no one knows why the Land of White Water is so resistant to horses.

Without war horses, the barbarian conquest will become extremely rugged, and without war horses, the process of barbarian territory expansion will become incomparably long.

For many years, countless barbarian people have been trying their best to raise war horses on the banks of the white water, but after many generations, this long-cherished wish has become a luxury.

And now, he, Du Roger, has actually done what no one has ever done before.

War horses, 10,000 horses.

The news that someone from the Du Luo clan raised a war horse with the water of the White River spread far and wide in the Great White High Country.

His Abu was ecstatic and rejoiced in his achievement.

Du Luo clan is growing day by day, Du Luo's war horses are increasing one by one, and it won't be long before the Buddha Mother will definitely send down the imperial decree, and the royal armor that fell into the hands of others, the title of the king of kings, will eventually return to the hands of the Duluo people again.

It's just that on the day when the whole Du Luo clan was busy worshipping their ancestors, the Wei Hao clan suddenly led a large number of soldiers to kill the Du Luo clan's clan land.

There was no room for mediation, no opportunity for discussion, and half of the Tura people were exterminated.

The nineteen tribes of the barbarians, except for the Wei Mu clan, which was already in extreme decline, reached out to them in a desperate situation.

The other tribes followed in the footsteps of the Wei Hao clan and raised their long knives at them.

If it weren't for the 10,000 Duluo cavalry in front of him, the Duluo clan would probably become another dead clan on the Du'e Continent.

Du Roger took a long breath, he pointed to the faintly visible city behind him, and then said loudly: "Take this city, kill all the beggars inside, and the land under our feet will be your pasture,

That piece of heaven and earth can't accommodate us, we will multiply and grow here, and sooner or later one day we will all be killed back, and the banner of our Duluo people will be planted on the banks of the White River. ”

"Sally twilight, Sally twilight," the Duro cavalry shouted words that others did not understand, their long knives unsheathed, and their horses neighed.

Du Roger raised the scimitar in his hand and waved at the city in the distance, and the 10,000 cavalry left in the dust, and the city was in danger.