The drums of the same rhythm sounded earth-shatteringly, agitated and deafening, like a huge and incomparable war beast, sprinting towards this place with heavy steps.

The war horses under the vanguard light horse have all experienced the rush of swords and blood, but they are also frightened by the sound of drums, and the soldiers of the Flying Eagle Tribe restrain the war horses while nervously observing the front.

Sankui shouted, but his voice was drowned out in the drums, and others could only see him opening his mouth, and couldn't hear what he was saying at all. As soon as the bowstring was loosened, three arrows shot out in the shape of a finished glyph.

The flag officer behind Wang Rui saw that the other party was aiming at his position, and knew that something was wrong, so he hurriedly thrust the flag on the ground, rushed up, opened his arms, and blocked Wang Rui.

Three arrows came in an instant, one arrow entered the bridge of the flag officer's nose, and the other two arrows pierced through his chest, and the arrow came out of the back of the flag officer, and his body was staggered by the strength of the arrow, and he fell to the ground.

Sankui's legs clamped, driving the war horse to run sideways, pulling out arrows and shooting again, the soldiers closest to Wang Rui rushed forward and blocked in front of Wang Rui. The angry Sankui simply restranded the horse, pulled out the arrow and shot it again, but another soldier stood up to block the arrow.

Sankui's face turned pale, he had the archery technique of piercing Yang in a hundred steps, but in front of the other party's Han Yong, who regarded death as home, the proud divine arrow could not exert its due power.

The green tendons on Wang Rui's neck bulged up one finger high, his knuckles were clenched white, and the two drum hammers beat the war drums with all their might. Wang Rui has already been released, he can die, but the drum beat must not be chaotic.

Sticky Han looked ahead in disbelief, it stands to reason that compared with his more than 1,000 elite warriors, more than 100 people blocking the road are like mantis arms as cars! However, the opponent's momentum rose to the sky through the sound of drums, even overpowering the murderous aura emitted by his children, and Mu Han slowly raised his hand, ready to give the order to charge.

At this moment, a hazy mist rose from the valley, and occasionally snowflakes fell, and Sticky Han raised his head to look at the sky, the sky was still so clear, not even a single white cloud, and the sun, which could not feel a little temperature, hung in the air, indifferently scanning everything.

Sticky Han turned his head to look around, his face suddenly changed from ruddy to dead gray, and a word that should have been far away appeared in his mind, Avalanche! "Withdraw!! Retreat immediately!! ”

The drums were still beating, and the sound of Sticky Han was like listening to the whispers of autumn insects in the midst of a thunderstorm, and even the guards around him couldn't hear his shouts.

The earth began to tremble, and the horses were the first to sense the danger, and they were no longer restrained by the soldiers, and rushed left and right like crazy, and the originally neat queue became a mess in the blink of an eye.

A swarth appeared at the top of several snow-capped mountains, and this swarness slowly expanded, like a giant undressing. Countless snow roared and rushed down, and the snow mist rolled up by the waves steamed up to dozens of feet high, and the snow waves had not yet washed down the canyon, and the earth-destroying momentum that came to them had already shocked all the soldiers of the Flying Eagle Tribe into statues.

Wang Rui laughed wildly, threw down the drum hammer, and in the rear of their array, hundreds of hiding holes had already been dug, this was where they saved their lives, and Qian Buli had never used the dead to sell his life for himself.

The soldiers quickly jumped into their own hiding hole, picked up their shields to block the hole, whether they were dead or alive after the avalanche was all up to their own luck, but they were not abandoned by the main general, the soldiers felt extremely satisfied, and the image of money inseparable became incomparably tall in their minds.

The polar opposite of the soldiers of Snowfield City are the people of the Flying Eagle Tribe, who have given up all their efforts and are just waiting in despair, and even the horses they have stepped on are no longer rushing around.

Sticky Han held the waist knife and silently looked at the snow waves rushing in his face, he had held himself brave, but in front of the power of heaven and earth, what is a person's bravery? These southerners are so vicious that they deliberately use drums to cause an avalanche! They don't deserve to be called warriors at all, they know cowards who use tricks! Sticky Han's heart moved, he suddenly remembered his brother who was following behind, and at the moment of near death, Sticky Han suddenly understood something, big brother! Don't come! Don't come! But.... Can Big Brother not come?

Sticky Han's waist knife fell helplessly to the ground, and the snow waves swept by, drowning and erasing the marks of countless lives.

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"Sticky Han!!" Zamu's eyes cracked, ignoring the aftermath of the avalanche that was still tumbling down, and he roared and rushed towards Sunset Canyon.

Ten years ago, when his mother Udeshulan was dying, she took her hand and instructed: "The only thing I don't worry about is sticky Han, stupid and stupid, you... You must take care of him... "Thinking of this, Zamuhe's heart hurts, I didn't take good care of him! I didn't take good care of him!

The cavalry of the Flying Eagle tribe restrained the frightened horses and followed their king, who was fearless in all his deaths! This is their belief!

The snow wave was already very weak, and there was only a thin layer of a wave of rolls, but the snow in the canyon was very deep, and Zamuhe only rushed a few steps, and the snow flooded to his waist, and Zamuhe urged the war horse like crazy, he wanted to see people in life and corpses in death, and he must not leave the corpse of Sticky Han alone.

A person's irrational impulse in a moment can destroy himself, what about a commander-in-chief?

When the Chinese army of the Flying Eagle Tribe swarmed into the Sunset Canyon, dozens of scouts were rushing from the rear, some blowing horns desperately, some shouting: "Enemy attack!" There is an enemy attack!! ”

In the sky behind them, a black line had been pressed up, and Du Bing took the lead, rushing to the front of the cavalry, his face already flushed with excitement.

I'm facing the Flying Eagle Tribe's guard light horsemen! This is an elite army that even Captain Chi Fengyun, the general of Ji Zhouguo, is afraid to avoid! What honor would it be if we could wipe them out? If I can catch Zamuhe alive again...

A general may be able not to be greedy for money and beauty, but he is not immune to honor.

Staring at a scout who was lagging behind, Du Bing showed a cruel smile on his face, bent his bow and arrows, and when the bowstring sounded, the scout screamed miserably and rolled off his horse.