The eagle's two fierce talons kept scratching at the earth, the wounded blood still fluttering, and the mouth let out a burst of sad and desolate howls. The Tibetan hunter who wanted to domesticate it watched it, waiting for the moment when it was exhausted. The wild wind on the plateau struck the golden eagle with the chill of the skull, taking away its physical strength, and as time passed, the golden eagle's eyes turned blood-red, and it glared angrily at the Tibetan hunters who had ill intentions towards it.

The Tibetan hunter's eyes were also fierce, and he confronted the golden eagle, and if he wanted to tame such a proud creature as the eagle, he must not bow his head in front of it. The golden eagle suddenly dragged its wings towards the Tibetan hunter and wanted to pounce out, but at this time, the Tibetan hunter threw out the net rope and lassoed its claws, and in an instant, the golden eagle became angry, and it summoned all its strength to pounce on the Tibetan hunter who was sneering outside the net rope, but every time it pounced in vain, it was pulled back by the net rope again and again, and fell heavily to the ground. But it still pounced tirelessly until it ran out of energy.

Looking at the immobile golden eagle, the Tibetan hunter knew that the blood flowing from its wings had exhausted its energy, and if it could not stop its wounds, the proud and fierce golden eagle would die in front of him, and he graciously held the tender lamb meat in his waist bag in front of its eyes. But the golden eagle violently spread its door-like wings and pounced on him.

The Tibetan hunter hurriedly dodged, but was still swept away by the strong wind of the golden eagle's right wing. The golden eagle ignored the tender mutton, and only used its beak to beak the iron chain rope that entwined its feet, and made a popping sound of 'pop-pop-pop', and the eagle's beak was already drenched in blood, but the golden eagle seemed to be ignorant of pain, and pecked as always. Blood, little by little, dripping from the eagle's beak; Until its tired body could no longer drag the heavy iron chain rope, and the sharp eagle eyes that were originally full of golden luster also dimmed. It seemed to be dying at any time, and its hoarse chirping no longer had the domineering spirit that used to intimidate birds, but it was more sad and powerless. The wild wind struck, and its feathers looked messy and dull, and it could no longer find the shadow of the former sky overlord.

Distance. A few Great Qin scouts who looked at the golden eagle on the ground couldn't help but bow their heads, how similar this powerful golden eagle was to these soldiers, they also had a rebellious and arrogant soul, and those alien races didn't want to conquer them. The Tibetan hunter approached the golden eagle again, and his companion beside him was already a little impatient, and he stabbed the golden eagle on the ground with a long stick in his cowhide sleeve, until he was sure that it had no strength to resist anymore, and then crouched down and picked it up. At this time, the two golden eagles hovering in the sky roared. They seemed to be wailing for their once-toughest companion.

Looking at the golden eagle in his arms, his eyes were blank and he didn't struggle to peck anymore, but the Tibetan hunter smiled at his companion, and in an instant he relaxed his vigilance against the golden eagle in his arms, and at this moment, the golden eagle suddenly struggled and burst out as if it had no strength for a long time. The eagle's beak, covered with black and hard blood scabs, pecked hard at the face of the Tibetan hunter and screamed. The Tibetan hunter fell on his back, and the beak of the golden eagle that fell with him to the ground had blinded his eyes, and its claws tore at his face. In a mournful roar, the Tibetan man who had shot down the golden eagle earlier shot a series of arrows, killing this violent wilderness. Rebellious and noble. The golden eagle, who still refused to give in, was shot completely.

Looking at the golden eagle that had been killed, several Great Qin scouts clenched their fists, and they had already regarded the golden eagle as their robe at this time. A soldier as proud as they are, a warrior who swears not to bow to the enemy. In the sky, the mournful chirping of eagles pierced through the sky, and between the lightning and flint, the two golden eagles that had been hovering in the sky swooped down, grabbing the Tibetan marksman who had shot their companion to death. In the dense rain of arrows, the first golden eagle fell from mid-air with a roar, its body was already covered with arrows, but it let its companions behind it pounce on the Tibetan marksman unharmed.

In a panic, the Tibetan marksman pulled out the long knife at his waist with his backhand, and stabbed at the golden eagle that pounced in front of him, and the long knife penetrated the right wing of the golden eagle that violently spread its wings, but the golden eagle was suddenly unaware, and the long knife passed through his wings, and a pair of sharp claws stronger than steel struck on the face door of the Tibetan marksman, cutting his face in half, and then it was shot through the body by the surrounding Tubo people with bows and arrows, and fell into the dust.

Looking at the three golden eagles and the two dead companions on the ground, the frightened Tubo people were silent, these three golden eagles let them see the unruly soul belonging to the eagle, they could not conquer this proud creature, only to return gloomily, they took the corpses of the two companions, leaving the three golden eagles full of arrows, let them turn into dust with the passage of time in the wild wind.

After the Tubo people left, the Great Qin scouts who had been hiding for a long time walked to the three dead golden eagles with solemn faces, for them these three powerful golden eagles were their robes and companions, not the three tamed eagles, they also had the proud soul of a warrior. "You are noble warriors, and your souls will return to the heavens, with your ancestors and ancestors, and with the mighty spirits of Emperor Taizu,... You will live forever! Several Great Qin scouts recited the consolation words of the Great Qin soldiers after the death of the three golden eagles, and after reciting, they turned to the east, clenched their fists and struck on the iron armor on their chests, and their voices were low, "In the name of the ancestors and ancestors, in the name of the Taizu Weiling, and in the name of your heroic souls, I will be invincible!" ”

The last few Great Qin scouts carefully picked up the three golden eagles with Tubo feather arrows on their bodies, walked to the depths of the pasture, carried them and straddled the war horses, and after investigating the situation of the Tubo people grazing the horses, they returned to Murong Ke and them.

When they saw the golden eagles in the arms of the scouts who had gone out to investigate the enemy, the faces of the three scouts who had domesticated the golden eagles froze for a moment, and their minds suddenly went blank, for for them, these golden eagles were their closest existence, and they spent even more time with them than with their wives. After listening to the story of the golden eagle relayed by those scouts, the generals and staff officers of the Black Cavalry who were present were all solemn, but the three scouts were already crying, and finally they left Murong Ke and them with their golden eagles in their arms.

"For those of us, they're second to us

The goshawk, he stroked its feathers, and said in a low voice to Murong Ke beside him.

"They can domesticate the golden eagle of the new earth." Murong Ke did not speak. His heart is already hard, and only then will he be a qualified general.

"It's different, for everyone, the first time is always the most precious, when they domesticate the golden eagle. They would never pour all their heart and soul into what they did the first time, because they would be afraid that they would lose them again, so they were no longer fit to be an Eagle Scout. Hu Luguang looked at his master and said quietly.

Murong Ke was silent and didn't say anything, he turned around, looked at the generals and staff officers of the other Black Cavalry, and began his offensive deployment against the Tubo people. "Your two thousand men will attack the great camp of the Tibetans first, lure out their main force, and take them away from this direction; You take 3,000 men to intercept and kill the Tubo team in the horse grazing land, and I also want all those horses, and the rest will follow me, and wait for the main force of the Tubo camp to pursue. Straight to their camp. Listening to Murong's deployment, no one had any objections. After they knew that Murong was planning to lure the enemy, they exhausted the main force of the Tubo people and defeated them in one fell swoop.

"The troops who lured and intercepted the enemy set out in a quarter of an hour." After glancing around the generals of the Black Cavalry Army, Murong Ke resolutely gave the order. "Whoa!" In unison, the black cavalry generals tapped their breastplates. Left, returned to their own army. Start getting ready.

The plateau in the early autumn afternoon has beautiful scenery, and the Tibetan people in the pasture enjoy this leisurely time. For them living on the plateau, only by keeping the tribe strong and constantly annexing other tribes to strengthen themselves can they keep this land of water and grass and fertile pastures, so that the old and weak women and children of the tribe can enjoy peace and tranquility.

For the Tibetans in the pasture, it should have been a quiet afternoon, as usual. But the sudden tremor of the earth shattered the silence, and to those young and vigorous Tibetans, such tremors were very familiar to them, and only when the large cavalry charged. The sound of the horn echoed in the pasture, and the Tibetans who could fight hurriedly mounted their horses, bows and swords, and went to their respective leaders to assemble, and then gathered into a larger team to attack.

For the Tibetan people, they have never seen or heard of the black iron cavalry galloping in the distance with a black banner, but what makes the Tibetan soldiers on the guard tower panic is that the advance speed of these black cavalry is too fast, they have just warned the big battalion, these black cavalry have already rushed close to their big camp, and then they are about 700 steps in the book one step and half a meter away, cross-bowed and ran, and to their disbelief, those arrows shot in the air after a long arc, The range of the bows and arrows of these black cavalry was almost twice as strong as that of their big bows, and they were blinded by the powerful arrows piercing their bodies.

Perhaps never thought that they would be attacked, the garrison in front of the camp of the 50,000-strong Tubo tribe was almost non-existent except for a few sentinels, and there were no effective fortifications in front of their camp that could resist the cavalry charge, just some wooden fences, for the black cavalry under the crotch of the Guanzhong Fierce Horse, these fences were the same as nothing, two thousand black cavalry rushed into the camp of the Tubo people, and then began to rampage in the camp with a team of 300 people, destroying everything in front of themAll they had to do was to provoke the Tibetans as much as possible.

After slashing for a while, the Tubo people finally had a gathered team to kill these black cavalry who did not know where to come, and after fighting with the five hundred Tubo people who had killed them for a while, the two thousand black cavalry that lured the enemy began to retreat, and under the command of the horn, they left the camp of the Tubo people in an orderly manner, but the two thousand Tubo people who thought they had bitten them also followed them out.

On the grassland outside the Tubo camp, the two thousand black cavalry fought with the pursuing two thousand Tubo people according to Murong Ke's wishes, but they maintained a line that could retreat at any time from beginning to end, and did not fight with the Tubo people. It wasn't until a team of nearly 5,000 people chased after the Tubo camp that they killed all the people, and after killing the 2,000 Tubo people who were pestering them, they turned around and left. Seeing the miserable front camp, the five thousand Tubo people who chased out and the companions in front of them converged, and angrily chased after the fleeing black cavalry.

In the distance, watching the Tubo team of nearly 7,000 people chasing the two thousand black cavalry that lured the enemy, Murong put down the binoculars, a cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he looked back at the five thousand black cavalry and their generals who had been preparing for a long time behind him, "Let's go, I want the men in the Tubo camp who can resist with swords to be killed one by one!" ”

"Whoa!" The generals of the Black Cavalry shouted loudly, their blood was already boiling, they raised their horses and gave the order to attack, and then the iron cavalry of the five thousand Black Cavalry went to kill the Tibetan battalion, which had little defensive strength.

The deafening sound of horses' hooves sounded again outside the camp of the Tubo people, approaching, making the faces of the frightened Tubo people suddenly turn pale, this time there were more black cavalry than the last time, which made them almost fall into despair, in front of the broken camp, Murong Ke roared forward with five thousand iron horses, and then scattered with a thousand people to kill those Tubo people who resisted.

Just when Murong Ke led 5,000 iron horsemen into the camp of the Tubo people, Hu Luguang had already led another 3,000 black cavalry to intercept and kill the nearly 2,000 Tubo people who went out to graze horses, among the three teams, the burden on his shoulders was the heaviest, these Tubo people grazing horses were obviously the elite of the Tubo camp, their weapons and horses far exceeded the other Tubo people in the camp, if it wasn't for Hu Luguang's sudden killing, attacking them by surprise, and forming a melee with them, it may not be able to stop these Tubo people from leaving the battlefield to return to their camp.