The fierce wind outside the col seemed to be shocked by the majestic battle intent that gathered over the col, and the whimpering and raging wind gradually became smaller.

Suddenly!

A little spark appears in the col!

Holding Mars is the Jing Yun with a long scar on his face!

This scar was cut by the Qiang people's feather arrows during an attack on a large tribe of more than 5,000 people. If it weren't for Jing Yun's super reflex nerves, which made him deviate his head, then it would have been shot directly into his left eye, and then submerged into his head, taking his surname!

Afterwards, Jing Yun used his sword to divide the body of the little patriarch of the Qiang tribe who did not shoot him.

Not every sneak attack is smooth sailing. It is in this brutal battle again and again that these doormen, or rangers, who were originally accustomed to fighting separately and have not undergone any training, gradually grew into elite soldiers.

Actual combat and blood can produce the most elite warriors!

The Vermilion Bird Army is like this, the Xuanwu Army is like this, the White Tiger Army, the Blue Dragon Army is like this, and the Tiger Ben Army is even more so!

This is also the reason why Hu Hai put 200,000 Tiger Ben troops in South Vietnam, where the conditions were the most difficult! If you want to become the first army of Great Qin, and if you want to become the real Dinghai Divine Needle of Great Qin, it is not enough to be called an elite tiger army!

The same is true for the other four legions!

That's why Han Xin and Feng Quji's 200,000 soldiers who had fought but were relatively inferior in training to the Qinglong and White Tiger armies changed their routes, and left the task of the main attack to the Qinglong and White Tiger armies.

An army that has not seen blood can only be regarded as elite at best, and it is definitely not an iron-blooded army, an elite army.

The small spark, the size of a mung bean and swaying, did not expand, and shook in Jing Yun's hands like this. Shining on his hideous face, which was already a little flushed with excitement from the upcoming battle.

On this trip, Jing Yun, who originally thought it was a certain death, came out and found that the emperor was not trying to let him die at all, but was really giving him a way to live.

And Jing Yun is also gradually adapting to and liking it in this fight. By now, I have become obsessed with this kind of saying that I walk on the tip of a knife every time.

He found that this kind of unrestrained life and hearty indulgence are what he yearns for the most.

At the same time, he believes that many doormen and rangers who are out of the jam for the first time or kill for the first time think the same!

Because, with this dim and uncertain firelight, he saw eyes as bright as wolves! There was a tide of battle intent and a highly suppressed excitement in his eyes.

Thank you, Your Majesty!

Jing Yun muttered silently in his heart, and then with a flick of his arm, the little bean-like spark in his hand lit up and then went out.

Darkness once again enveloped the entire col.

However, this time there was no longer a dead silence in the col, and a slight clash of armor and the clanging of blades sounded from time to time, but this subtle sound was immediately drowned out by the overwhelming raging wind.

However, by tea time, the entire col had once again regained its previous dead silence.

If there was light at this moment, some people would be surprised to find that all the Qin knights no longer knew when they had stepped on their war horses, like ghosts that melted into the darkness, standing silently on top of the war horses.

The mouths of all the knights' war horses were sealed, and the heads and faces of all the Qin cavalry were covered with a thick black cloth, and only a pair of murderous eyes were exposed.

"Brother Long, please go first!"

In the darkness, it seemed that all the three thousand knights had already mounted their horses, and when they were ready, Jing Yun's deep voice suddenly sounded. In that voice, every soldier could hear the battle spirit that General Jing Yun tried his best to suppress.

It is a kind of bloodthirsty gas that does not vomit unpleasantly, does not gallop, does not fight, and is unhappy.

In the dark, no one answered.

However, Long Eighteen answered Jing Yun with practical actions.

A few slight sounds of horses' hooves appeared, and after a few moments they had disappeared, muffled by the raging wind and sand.

It seemed that he had long been accustomed to the spleen surnames of these dead soldiers of the Dragon Guard Mansion who seemed to be born to live in the dark, and Jing Yun didn't care at all. In my heart, I silently calculated the time.

Exactly the time of one stick of incense (five minutes).

"Drive!"

Jing Yun suddenly let out a deep low shout, then lightly clamped the horse's belly, and rushed into the darkness of the wind first, and the remaining three thousand black-armored knights were not flustered, and galloped out one after another in an orderly manner.

The strong wind and sand slammed on the armor on his body, making a slight "tuk tuk" sound. All the black-armored knights squinted their eyes slightly to prevent the wind and sand from rushing into their eyes, and controlled the horses, which were completely blindfolded and muzzled, galloped slowly with difficulty but steadily.

In this kind of situation, they and the war horses have been accustomed to it. Under such a big wind and sand, if you don't block the horse eye of the war horse, I am afraid that the next moment the war horse will be pounced into the eyes by countless wind and sand, and then blinded.

On the first day, they had already tasted it. Fortunately, in this barren land, in addition to the wind and sand, there are basically no big rocks and trees, and there is no need to worry about being hit or the horse stumbling.

The black-armored cavalry of the brigade seemed to be ghosts from hell, struggling to reach their predetermined goal in the raging winds.

They knew that if they got into that hollow, they would be able to get rid of the damn sand.

At a distance of seven or eight miles, Jing Yun and the others walked forward for half an hour. Turning a small plateau ahead, I entered the territory of the Qiang tribe that inhabited the oasis.

As Jing Yun, who was walking in the forefront, stopped, the knights who were closely following Jing Yun also stopped their horses, although there would inevitably be collisions, but these could be controlled.

One of the knights who followed Jing Yun galloped off his horse and walked towards the small high ground in front of him. He had to see the signal given by Long Eighteen there, and only when he saw the signal would he turn over this small plateau.

As long as the Qiang tribe is not stupid, it will inevitably set up scouts in front of this small plateau. Because this is the place where they must pass through to enter their tribe. In the remaining directions, they have to climb over the hills where it is difficult for war horses to travel.

After the tea, a rush of footsteps rushed in.

"General, see the fire!"

"Hmm!" Jing Yun in the darkness nodded, he had never worried that they would miss the actions of the dragon guards, this was the confidence that Dragon Eighteen and the other Qin knights had given him and the Qin knights after more than a dozen actions.

If there were no five of them, Jing Yun knew very well that it was a blessing for his five thousand people to be able to survive two thousand people so far, and the biggest possibility was that they were almost dead, and then fled back to Longxi in embarrassment.

Three thousand cavalry, black and fast over the high ground.

In the dim light of the fire shining from the oasis, the bodies of three typical Qiang adult men lay silently on the ground, each with a deep wound on their neck, and where they fell, there were three feet of blood.

As you can imagine, three dragon guards shot at the same time to kill with one blow. Those three blood marks were the blood gushing out of their cut wounds!

Neat!

It was not the first time that all the black-armored knights had seen such a scene, but every time they saw it, they couldn't help but admire it, and at the same time they were deeply frightened! Because these three people, like many Qiang scouts before them, were waiting in the places that were least likely to be attacked and easiest to spot.

However, even so, Dragon Eighteen and they still didn't miss a single time!

(To be continued)