Not long after the Great King Banner was erected in front of the Baiyin Array, sand and dust rose at the end of the line of sight...... The Sand army has arrived. After another while, the sand and dust almost filled the entire horizon, but the other party was still hidden in the sand, and even Song Yang could not see their military appearance.

It is not for nothing that the sandmen are called 'sand', they like to advance and attack in the sand, and unless the two sides are close enough to sprint for a decisive battle, the enemy will never be able to see them clearly.

The Baiyin Sand King gave an order in a barbaric voice, simple and powerful: "Rise from the sand!" ”

After the battle, there were preparations for a long time, and a team of more than 2,000 Baiyin immediately got busy, and in the blink of an eye, the strong men in the camp shouted the names of the animals, and the dust rose layer by layer and gradually filled, and it didn't take long for the side to become dusty and obscuring the sky.

With only 2,000 people, a huge camp containing nearly 100,000 people was shrouded in dust and sand, and only the great king's flag, which was erected high, stood on top of the sand layer and was waving in the wind.

Sand rising, also known as 'chasing sand', is the ancestral craft of the sand people, if it is replaced by Han people or dogs to do, it is impossible to use so many sand soil to be lifted by ten times the number of people; But then again, if it weren't for the recent drought and no rain, the soil was dry and soft, or if the sand people were asked to change places, go to the grasslands with abundant water and grass or the Han realm to catch sand, they would not have been able to drive out such a big momentum.

At the same time as the white sound was rising, the fù women in the clan also began to get busy, sending a jar of bad wine to the front of the battle, I don't know what use it is......

Both armies hid themselves in the wind and sand, the big clan slowly approached, Bai Yin stood still, and neither side could see who clearly. The White Sand King stepped forward and stepped out of the sand and dust, followed by only twenty strong warriors, and the army of White Yin remained in place.

After all, they are the same clan, and they have to talk for a while before going to war, if there is no accident, when the military horses of the big clan get close to a certain extent, the sand lord will also come out and negotiate with the heads of the two sides.

Song Yang also walked out with the Baiyin Sha King, the Sha King glanced at him again, and Song Yang hurriedly explained: "It's too choking inside, I'll come out with you." ”

The sand king hesitated, but still nodded: "I'll talk to the sand lord later, don't open your mouth, this is the sand people's business, it's not good for you to follow the peace." ”

Song Yang naturally agreed, and did not forget to complain: "You sand people are really dirty to fight...... No, I don't understand what you're saying at all, how to talk about interjection, unless you negotiate in Chinese. ”

The Sand King coughed, reached out and tapped his forehead, and smiled... Tomorrow at this time, the vast wilderness in front of him and the newly built home behind him will be covered with corpses, and no matter how calm and calm people look now, their hearts will be secretly nervous, and the Sand King is no exception, so he will lose his mind and say the wrong thing.

In addition to being nervous, the sand king also hid a guilt in his heart: moving here was indeed a last resort, but he thought that Bai Yin's strength was not bad, and he had the name of a 'god warrior', and the sand lord should not go to war easily. According to his estimates, after coming back, the envoys of the two sides will always have to fight for a while, and it is almost late autumn at this time, and it will not be long before winter comes.

From the edge of the big tribe's residence to the Baiyin camp, the fastest march may take three days and two nights, the enemy must spend the night in the wilderness, you must know that the winter in the wasteland is not a child's play, as long as the first snow falls, the ground will freeze harder than steel, and then there will be no digging at all, and the tents of the sand people can not stop the cold, and they live a hard life, the number of furs that can protect against the cold is limited, and they can't make a warm fur for each person, even if they don't freeze to death after two nights, there is no combat power at all.

Unless the sand lord is mad and wants to lose the battle, he will not use troops in winter.

The sand lord will not know that Bai Yin will arrange the camp according to the military formation, he will not care about waiting for one more winter, but for Bai Yin, after the long winter, their big camp will be able to see the scale for the first time, even if it is not a Baiyin woman, only in terms of young and strong soldiers, if the sand lord wants to capture this fortress-like camp guarded by 30,000 soldiers, how many people does the sand lord have to throw in? .

The sand owner cannot afford to invest such a capital.

And what made Baiyin Sha King most puzzled was that even if the sand lord refused to wait longer, he had to attack Bai Yin before winter came, at least it would take another ten days to kill.

The Sha people are a family where everyone is a soldier, but in other words, everyone is a soldier and everyone is not a soldier, the conditions of the Sand people are difficult, they can't afford to raise a special army, they have to work in peacetime, and they will become soldiers when they throw away their farming tools and pick up military weapons in wartime. After the sand lord unified the whole clan, this situation has changed, but it is also maintained on a daily basis, and there are no more than 30,000 soldiers and horses who can call for the expedition at any time, and it is okay to rely on them to take the top first when there is a crisis, but with these people, if you want to conquer nearly 100,000 Bai Yin, it is a dream.

If the sand lord dares to come, it means that he is sure of victory; He thought that he would win, and he had to have a large army. Gathering military horses, transporting baggage, plus a three-day march, it would take more than ten days to kill Bai Yin.

But until now, Bai Yin has only been here for four days. In this way, almost at the same time that Bai Yin was encamped, the sand lord waved his troops in and attacked. Where did the other party come from? It was as if the sand lord had already assembled an army and waited for them to come.

If it is a long-term operation, there is no difference between four days and ten days, but when Bai Yin is not stable, the difference between them is big, the simplest, ten days of hard work, at least let them finish repairing the forward position, but now...... When this battle is fought, it is basically a pattern of plain hedging.

The Sand King sighed.

Song Yang still had something to ask, but seeing that the sand king was stunned, he kept silent, and at this moment, seeing that he came back to his senses, he stretched out his hand to the sand dust that was covering the big clan and asked him: "Can you see how many people there are on the other side?" ”

The Baiyin Sand King shook his head: "Looking at the sand ball, it is the scale of 10,000 people rushing the sand, as for how much is hidden inside, unless it rains now to beat the flying sand, I don't want to distinguish it outside." ”

There are tens of thousands of people who only drive the sand, and it can only be described as an overwhelming sand mass, which may have hidden 100,000 heavy soldiers, or... Only those 10,000 people are playing tricks? Song Yang shook his head and smiled, it's completely impossible.

The sand group of the big clan was getting closer and closer, and the Baiyin Sand King no longer waited, and gestured to his subordinates behind him, who understood, raised the horn on his waist, and passed the three long, three short and six orders, signaling the other party to stop and ask the leader to come out and talk in detail.

A war drum rang out in the sand of the Great Clan.

Without caring about the friendship of the same clan and not following the ancient war rules, the sand lord didn't want to negotiate with Bai Yin at all, and directly beat the drum to start a war!

The rumbling sound shook the wasteland in an instant, and the overwhelming sand mass on the opposite side shattered violently, and the tide of sand people of the great clan waved their sharp blades and launched a charge.

Including the Sand King, all the Baiyin people were stunned, not because they were unresponsive or frightened, but because such a thing would never happen among the Sand People. Bai Yin thinks that even if they have different beliefs and no room for compromise, they are all from the same ethnic group after all, and just a few decades ago, their parents were still called brothers...... Even if they will meet each other in the end, they should at least meet each other before and toast each other with a glass of farewell wine.

Bai Yin had already prepared the wine, but he didn't need it.

However, Song Yang reacted the fastest, the Han people did not have such a simple mind as Bai Yin, as soon as they saw that the big clan began to charge, he stretched out his hand to pull up the Bai Yin Sand King, who was still stunned, and turned around and ran towards his own formation.

But Song Yang never expected that the Baiyin Sand King was stopped by him, so he only took a step back and came back to his senses, immediately occupied his footsteps, shook his hand hard to break free of Song Yang, and then turned his hand and pulled out the long knife, instead of retreating, he roared, pulled out his tuǐ and rushed towards the enemy who was swarming.

The enemy charges, and he charges; The enemy was overwhelming, and he was alone. A counterattack by one man.

Song Yang's strength has not recovered, his strength is not as great as his, and he was suddenly thrown by the sand king, and his footing was unstable and fell to the ground, but as soon as his ass hit the ground, he jumped up with his waist and abdomen, looked behind him and looked at the sand king in front of him, Song Yang gritted his teeth and chased after him, side by side with the sand king, and asked while running: "Don't you need to command the battle formation that your son has discharged?" ”

As soon as he asked, a sonorous horn suddenly sounded behind him, and the twenty Baiyin warriors who had walked to the front of the battle with the Sand King raised the cornet on their waists while charging behind the Slayer King......

The sand king didn't run too fast, but his steps were calm and steady, and as he ran, the long knife in his hand slowly waved, pulling out one knife flower: "The battle formation has long been drilled skillfully, and I don't need to command." ”

Song Yang let out an 'oh': "So you went up and sent him to death?" Or are you sand people fighting and the patriarchs are all rushing to be the first? ”

The sand king smiled, as if he was a little helpless: "If there is a war, I have to rush to the first, it has nothing to do with whether I am the sand king or not." Did you forget? I am a samurai of the gods. There is no such thing as a backstep...... I am the totem of Baiyin, and if I flee back, the sons and daughters will feel uncomfortable and will affect their morale. ”

"However," there was a little more excitement in the Sand King's voice, "There are also benefits, as long as I dare to rush, my people will dare to go crazy." ”

When the words fell, the sound of the horn behind him stopped, and the order came into the white sound, in exchange for the roar of the crowd, and in the rumbling loud sound, the sand mass that shrouded the camp collapsed in all directions, and all the white sound warriors jumped away, following their own sand king, following the totem and pride of the clan, and rushing towards the strong enemy!

The Sand King was the first to start, running relatively wildly, quickly approaching the enemy, and the Sand King said to Song Yang: "Now you go back, no one will blame you, this battle has nothing to do with you." ”

"If there is a way out, I may not come with you." Song Yang's answer was simple and clear. If the camp was captured by the enemy, Song Yang did not think that he and his daughter-in-law Fù and Lao Ban would still survive the chaotic battle. In this battle, he was side by side with Bai Yin, but he fought for himself.

The Sand King laughed, stopped talking nonsense, reached out in his arms, and stuffed something into his mouth.

Song Yang was still a little puzzled, and seized the last time to ask, "What to eat?" At this moment, he could clearly see the mole on the face of the enemy on the other side.

The Sand King didn't answer, but only threw down a sentence: "Follow me!" As he spoke, his feet accelerated suddenly, like a mad bison, rushing into the enemy formation, the sword in his hand bloomed brilliantly, and blood exploded everywhere he passed!

The Sand King was followed by Song Yang, and behind Song Yang were twenty Baiyin warriors. And Bai Yin's army was still more than a hundred zhang away, no matter how fast they ran under their feet, no matter how sad the expression on their faces was, and no matter how hard they swung the blades in their hands, they were finally a lot behind, and they couldn't cover up in place at the first moment. The twenty-two people who rushed to the front were like twenty-two little insects, knowing that they couldn't stop anything, but they still bared their teeth and danced their claws, and plunged headlong into the mighty tide surging on the opposite side without hesitation......

Song Yang never imagined that one day he would become a pawn, and one of the twenty-two pawns against tens of thousands of troops; What he didn't expect was that the first charge after resurrecting from the dead turned out to be 'backwards' into the enemy formation.

There is never anyone to take care of anyone in the battlefield fighting, only to cooperate with each other and protect each other, and the sand king let Song Yang follow behind him, not only to block the attack in front of Song Yang, but also to hand over the back to his partner.

So Song Yang turned around and turned his back to the sand king, so Song Yang charged backwards and entered the enemy formation.

It's like an ant stuck in a flood, and it's a muddy flood. As soon as he entered the enemy formation, Song Yang had only one feeling: he was tied.

The huge pressure, invisible but like substance, comes from the murderous intent, murderous intent, and murderous spirit of thousands of enemies; It comes from the hissing of the enemy's mouth and the sound of the wind when the blade in his hand is waved...... All these ethereal things have turned into underworld power at this moment, difficult to touch but real, pressing on Song Yang's body, making it difficult for him to breathe, move, and anything! In the midst of life and death, there is a powerful suppression that cannot be exerted.

But what can be done? If you want to survive, you have to fight hard and fight desperately; If you want not to be killed by the enemy, you must be determined, not be moved by external objects, and mobilize the power that should belong to you.

Every son has fantasized about a fierce battle on the battlefield, killing countless enemies and dàng bloody and bloody wind. Song Yang is no exception, although the memory is no longer there, the dream fantasy of the past life and the present life is still in his consciousness, but when he really rushed into the battlefield, he suddenly found that the only thought in his heart at this moment was not to kill the enemy, but to save his life.

In all directions, long and short knives... Song Yang couldn't see the owner of the blade, he only knew that countless blades were handed over to him, each of which was enough to kill himself, and all he could do was to fight with all his strength, and the war knife in his hand waved like the wind to protect his body and block all these knives and guns.

The war knife in his hand waved like the wind, and the sound of gold and iron clashing had already been connected, as if it would never stop.

It can only be resisted, not dodged. There was nowhere to hide, and he couldn't hide, his back was still clinging to another person, and if I took half a step, he would turn into a blood lotus flower.

But in a short period of time, it seems to be as long as seven lives and nine lifetimes; It's just wielding a war knife, but it's as hard as overturning the three rivers and five lakes, but what really makes Song Yang unbearable is not the dilemma of life and death, almost hopeless, but the heavy suffocation in xiōng.

The dragon bird was domineering, emphasizing blood xìng publicity, and asked in the middle of killing. Killing is its enterprising road, and sailing in the sea of blood is its essence. Song Yang's memory was lost, but this fierce technique did not dissipate, it was still dormant in his body, at this moment Song Yang only wanted to save his life and did not care about killing, contrary to the original intention of the 'Dragon Sparrow', it was strange that he did not feel depressed.

Song Yang didn't know how long he could hold out, and he even vaguely suspected that before the enemy's blade could be added, his xiōng mouth would burst open first, and the depression became heavier and heavier, making him panic and shortness of breath.

At this moment, a strong light suddenly exploded in front of everyone's eyes, and the wind swept up, blowing so that people could hardly stand, and then a thunderclap smashed the dark heaven and earth, and a loud roar in the sky, as if the heavenly soldiers rode over their heads; The clouds were raining heavily, and there was hail in the process, hitting the body and stinging like a cone on the face.

Abnormal weather, hail only in summer, how has it ever fallen in autumn, but what is even more surprising is that in the midst of the rolling thunder, a purple arc suddenly poked out of the dark clouds, impartially and directly hit the king flag erected by Bai Yin not long ago!

The wailing of the flagpole was completely drowned out by the roar of thunder, and it instantly turned into flying ashes, leaving only half of it charred and black.

The sudden change made the Baiyin warriors slow down slightly, and even more shocked the sand people of the Great Clan...... The banner was erected so high that it was so eye-catching that even if the Shamin clan was hidden in the sand before the charge, and their eyesight was affected, they could clearly see the royal flag.

Of course, the army of the sand lord did not know Bai Yin's intention to put up the banner, and when they saw the big king flag from a distance, most of them understood in their hearts: Bai Yin intends to surrender, and he does not dare, at least he is unwilling to fight with the army of the sand lord, if he is determined to fight to the death, why hang up our king flag?

However, when they thought that Bai Yin had surrendered, the Sand Lord army did not feel very excited, but was more relieved. The friendship of the same clan that has been inherited for thousands of years cannot be erased by just yīn for decades, and ordinary sand warriors are unwilling to go to war with Bai Yin from the bottom of their hearts, and if Bai Yin can surrender, it is undoubtedly the best ending.

However, the order of the sand lord was unexpected, and the other party clearly passed down the order of slaughter.

The slaughter of the 'surrendered' people is incomprehensible, although the army is acting according to orders, but everyone's mind hides a sense of unhappiness... And at this moment, as soon as the battle started, a thunderclap and the king's flag fell, it was the wrath of the gods!

Taking advantage of the fact that the enemy soldiers beside him were distracted and the momentum of the attack in his hands was a little paused, the Baiyin Sand King did his best and shouted loudly in brute words: "The sand lord has no way to condemn the heavenly thunder. Kill! ”

There is no need for jīang words, just a simple explanation. That thunderbolt just now was enough to boil the blood of all the Baiyin warriors. After a few breaths, the tiger wolf Baiyin finally rushed to the front and smashed into the enemy formation with all his might!

The morale of the other is declining, the forward of the Sand Lord's army is almost about to collapse at the touch of a button, and the enemies surrounding Song Yang and the Sand King are quickly dispersed by the Baiyin warriors, and the pressure on the two of them is greatly reduced, which can be regarded as temporarily saving Xìng's life, but before Song Yang can breathe a sigh of relief, the Baiyin Sand King suddenly fell to the ground, mōmō Suosuo seemed to be looking for something.

Song Yang wondered: "Tooth loss?" ”

The sand king always asked and answered: "I shouted too hard just now, and I spat out the whistle." ”

Song Yang didn't know what the whistle was, and wanted to ask again Suddenly an enemy soldier rushed out of nowhere, his hand was like a snake, stabbing straight into his heart, Song Yang didn't think about it, he stepped to avoid the spear, and with a wave of the war knife in his hand, he cut it to the ground.

The war was cruel, every life trapped on the battlefield became insignificant, and the enemy soldiers died tragically before they even had time to scream, while Song Yang, who had always been mild-tempered and kind-hearted in Bai Yin's eyes, couldn't help but laugh after the blade was blood-stained and finally killed an enemy...... The real love can't help it, kill a person, the heart is suddenly very happy, and the depression is swept away, Song Yang doesn't know why this is so, but he can hear it clearly, and his chuckle is like a demon.